Be Careful What You Listen To

Allie sighed as she finally entered her apartment at the end of another long and grueling day. She quickly shed her jacket and purse, and slipped out of her heels. She wriggled her toes in the plush carpet of her living room and waited for that wave of end-of-the-day relaxation to overtake her.

It didn't come. Instead, thoughts of her upcoming presentation creeped into her mind.

Allie frowned and rubbed at the tense muscles in her neck. Maybe she needed a little extra help to successfully de-stress. She thought about getting a glass of wine and zoning out in front of the TV. She spied something laying on the coffee table, next to the remote, and her plans for the night changed.

It was the CD that her new neighbor, Rick, had given her the other day. He had said it was a special relaxation CD and that with just one listen Allie would be hooked on how good it made her feel.

Allie had silently scoffed at the idea. She really wasn't one for new-age claptrap, but...

'What harm can it do?' she thought.

After digging out her old CD player from under a mound of clothes in the back of her closet, Allie dimmed the lights, got comfortable on her couch, slipped in her earbuds, and pressed Play.

She furrowed her brow as odd noises filled her head. There was what sounded like whale song, and then a bit of ocean surf before the whales were back again. In the background Allie picked up on some type of chanting. She concentrated, straining her ears, but she couldn't make out any of the words.

Frustrated, and feeling a bit foolish, Allie resolved to give the CD at least twenty minutes before she chucked the thing and found her relaxation for the night in a bottle and the mindlessness of the E! channel.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them... sunlight was pouring through her windows.

Allie blinked and quickly glanced at her watch. It was her normal time for waking, in fact, her alarm was going to start blaring any minute.

She had spent the night on the couch but other than a stiff neck and cold toes she felt great. No, better than great, she felt amazing! She was refreshed and relaxed, and more than ready to take on whatever work might throw at her.

"I'll be damned," she said, looking down at the CD player, "it actually worked."

That wonderful feeling stayed with Allie all day, and when she got home she wanted nothing more that to make sure that the next day would be more of the same. She listed to the CD again that night, and the next night, and the next.

After the fourth straight night of listing to her relaxation CD Allie noticed that not only was she feeling incredible, she was also feeling kind of... hot. Every so often, from out of the blue, a wave of arousal would sweep over her. Multiple times during the day she found herself sitting at her desk, hands in a white-knuckled grip on the armrests of her chair, as she got so hot her pussy juices soaked her panties. She was almost afraid to get up and go to the bathroom, sure that anyone who was watching would be able to tell how wet she was. Even the simple act of walking sent shivers up and down her cunt. She barely made it into a stall before her hands were under her skirt, one stroking her clit, and the other plunging deep into her dripping wet heat.

She masturbated right there in the bathroom of her office, and when she was done, the euphoria faded and Allie was left with nothing but shame, sticky fingers, and the lingering scent of her own musk in her nostrils.

Oh, and nipples that were hard enough to cut diamonds.

She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, at the way the outline of her nipples was so clearly visible despite her bra and the jersey material of her top. They were huge, and so erect, and so very, very hard.

Mesmerized, Allie let her thumbs brush over the nubs, and her knees nearly buckled from the sensations that immediately coursed through her body. She had barely touched them, but her nipples throbbed, and she was once again so wet her thighs felt slick with it.

Somehow Allie managed to hold it together long enough to go to her desk and grab her jacket--she almost had an accident right in the middle of the floor as she buttoned the material over her aching breasts--before mumbling vague excuses about not feeling well, and heading home.

By the time she reached her door she was practically vibrating with need. Her tits and pussy were throbbing, and Allie almost cried as she fumbled and dropped her keys. If she didn't get into her apartment right that second she was going to bring herself off in the hallway!

"Hey, easy." Rick appeared. He picked up Allie's keys and used one hand to open her door while the other got an almost possessive grip on her hip.

Allie sobbed and writhed at the touch. His hands, oh God, she needed his hands all over her. Inside her. Opening, and stretching, and thrusting, and...

"Damn," Rick chucked, "someone's been listing to her CD like a good little girl. Are you a good girl, Allie?"

"What did you..." Allie panted as a particularly strong sensation, almost bordering on pain, coursed through her. She clung to Rick's shoulders to stay upright. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing you didn't want done, on some level," Rick said as he ushered her into her apartment. "I'll tell you what's happening to you, but I want you to keep in mind that that CD I gave you wouldn't have worked unless a part of you was open to the suggestions."

Allie collapsed on her couch. "No, I..."

"Your arousal's been building all day, hasn't it? Did you get yourself off?"

Allie gritted her teeth. "Yes."

"And that helped for a little while," Rick said, "but then the feeling came back, stronger. You're so far gone right now you can barely think. And you're just going to get progressively worse until you get fucked. From now on, these feelings will build and build in you, and the only way you'll get any lasting relief is by taking a nice, hard cock inside you. And you're going to love it."

Allie wanted to rail against what Rick said. But part of her--the nasty, dirty part that she had tried so hard to suppress, the part that had latched onto Rick's CD and made the necessary changes to her waking mind--was taking over.

Allie slipped her sopping panties off and spread her legs obscenely wide. "Please." She rucked up her shirt and unhooked her bra. Tears came to her eyes as her breasts were freed. She looked down, amazed at how big, and plump her nipples looked.

"Such a pretty slut," Rick murmured. "So willing, and eager. You're going to take my cock, and I'm going to come inside you, and that's going to cement all the suggestions I've given you. Once you take my come you can never go back."

Allie felt so ashamed, but Rick was right, she did want this. On some level being possessed like this had always excited and thrilled her. She had always talked herself out of exploring and fulfilling those urges, though, afraid of the consequences. Now, it seemed she had no choice. And she... liked that thought. She loved it. She really did want this.

Allie felt the last shreds of resistance leave her. "Please," she said again. "Please."

Rick shushed her, and pushed inside slowly, making her feel every inch, before he started moving his hips, pushing in and out in an almost brutal rhythm.

Allie's body relaxed into the fucking, and her mind fell into a blissful acceptance, and for a moment every part of her was satisfied.