tagMind ControlMaking Scents Ch. 10

Making Scents Ch. 10

byBoratus©

Previously on Making Scents:

"OK, let me ask you this," Tyson continued. "Do you really think you can discover a magical formula that will make people irresistible?"

"It's the basic pheromone principle," Donald explained. "We know how they work and they are very powerful in the animal world. If you can just find the correct scent for a person at the right intensity you should get a proportionate response."

--

"Are you sure you want to save yourself for Carol?" Tyson asked. "You said she has a boyfriend."

"If she responds like these women, it won't matter," said Donald. "And besides, I want my first time to be with someone I know is sweet and caring and loving in bed. That's Carol. Although, I'm hoping some wild stuff will come later."

--

He walked quietly to the bedroom and looked in to see who Tyson had nailed this time. When he saw Carol his face went white.

"I don't ever want to see you again!" Donald told him. He turned to address the girls as well. "I don't ever want to see any of you."

--

"He caught you in a threesome?"

"Yeah."

"And he's still a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"God, what a blow to his ego. I wouldn't want to see you again either."

"Nance, I don't know what happened. Really. It's like I was drunk on sex with Mariko when Carol walked in."

--

Dominique suggested, her French accent making her that much more alluring. "I teach private classes as well. Would you be interested in attending those to supplement this course?"

Natalie nodded.

--

"Lots of men would join us for their pick of any of our sluts to fuck any time."

"The subliminals in the lights and music seem to be working well." She told him. "I didn't think they'd be that effective."

"On your knees and suck my cock, slut."

Dominique dropped quickly, hungrily took out his cock, and sucked on it like a starving infant.

"Of course they work." He told her, then whispered to himself. "How do you think I got you?"

--

"That's right, mom. It's me that making you feel this way. I'm going to make you cum so much that you'll want me even when you're not drugged."

She tightened her grip and her hips smacked powerfully into him. She was getting close. He realized she was going to cum before him and the thought of his prowess made him smile.

"Fuck me!" she called out. "Fuck me, Donald!"

"Donald? What the fuck?!"

Rachael's legs wrapped around him like a vice-grip. Her head flew back as she screamed in orgasm. Kevin pushed back with all his might but she was too strong. She came all over his cock for Donald. He wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of her. When she finally recovered, her arms flopped to the sides. Kevin yanked himself free and stood, looking down at her. A serene smile was on her face. "Thank you, Donald."

He stormed out of the room.

--

"Hey Donny."

He spotted his sister, Daphne sitting on the couch.

"Daph, what are you doing here?"

"I need your help big brother. I think Ahn may be cheating on me." She got up and hugged him. "Oh Donny, if he's having an affair, I don't know what I'll do!"

--

Ahn stood next to the woman, turned, and embraced her affectionately. Donald snapped the picture and sent it. As the couple broke from the hug the woman moved in and kissed Ahn. Shocked, Donald snapped that too while letting out a gasp.

--

Tyson made himself comfortable on the couch. Daphne left the room for a moment. Tyson didn't notice that she went into the lab.

She found the formula easy enough and they were plenty of spray bottles around. Loading one up, she quickly took off her top and misted her upper body. She wasn't sure how long it took to take affect so she waited quietly until Tyson called to see what happened to her.

"Ok, Ahn." she said to herself. "You want to fuck around on me? Well, two can play that game."

--

Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small felt-covered box. Opening it, he presented Carol with a large, sparkling engagement ring.

"I want you to marry me, Carol." he smiled. "Say 'Yes, Richard'."

--

Donald didn't go back to his apartment. He went back to Ahn's work. There he waited patiently until the Egyptian woman dropped him off. He followed her to a diner, watching her grab some papers before entering. He gave her a couple minutes then placed two plugs in his nose and went in after her.

He found her sitting in a booth with coffee and muffin, her papers spread out on the table as she signed some and marked up others. He slid in next to her.

"Can I help you?" she asked, annoyed.

"Yes, I need to ask you a few questions."

"What's with the nose plugs?"

"Necessary precaution."

"For me or the diner?"

He placed a hand over her mouth and nose. "Just be quiet for a moment will you?"

Hers hands moved up to pull his away, but stopped just as she grabbed him. Donald sighed. He didn't know how long it was going to take for it to take effect. He was glad it was quick.

"Now, I'm going to ask you some questions and I want honest answers."

She nodded.

"How long have you been having an affair with Ahn?"

Confusion crossed her brow. "I'm not having an affair with him."

"I saw you kiss him."

"Oh . . .that. I made a pass at him. He pushed me away. Didn't you see? But . . .But that was before I met you! I won't speak to him again if you want. I'll call him right now and-"

"Shhh."

She shut up.

"If you weren't having an affair then why have you been meeting with him?"

"He had a custom house built for his wife. It cost a million dollars. Architectural nightmare. I own the construction company."

Then it clicked with Donald. That was where he knew the house from. It was Daphne's dream house. Ahn had somehow managed to make that dream a reality.

Donald whipped out his cell phone and called Daphne.

--

Daphne sat on the couch next to Tyson. "So I heard you've been busy with Ducky's pheromones."

Tyson blushed. "That's why I'm here: to apologize."

"Tell me, how can you tell when the pheromones take effect on a woman?"

"Their eyes glaze over a little. That's a sign, but more obvious is that they start making passes at you and will do anything you tell them."

"Anything?"

"So far . . .yes."

Daphne saw the change. "Remember when I offered my body to you Tyson?"

"Yes . . ."

"And you refused."

"I'm sorry."

"If I offered it to you again would you still refuse?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Tyson?"

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever known."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"God, yes!"

"Come here, baby."

Tyson almost lunged at her. They fell into the couch in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing like they couldn't get enough of each other.

On the coffee table nearby, Daphne's phone rang.

"Take me, Tyson. Show me how much you need me."

Tyson literally tore her blouse open. He skillfully popped open her bra and suckled her breasts. Daphne had never been taken like this. Ahn was good, but always loving. There was an unstoppable passion in Tyson for her and she began to feel the same for him. His head came up to kiss her again while his hands squeezed her breasts. She fumbled at his shirt, until he tore that open too. Quickly they undid each other's pants and soon they were naked on the couch. Tyson mounted her sliding his big cock into her soaking pussy. He was longer than Ahn but not quite as thick. She enjoyed the new sensation.

"Fuck me, Tyson. Fuck me and tell me you love me."

"I do love you, Daphne. I can't think of anything but you."

Tyson pounded her pussy and she screamed in ecstasy. Her phone rang again, but neither paid attention to it. Daphne came, the orgasm so strong that she drew blood with her nails. Tyson didn't feel it. Pleasuring her was his only focus.

"Tell me again." She urged.

"I love you, Daphne. I love you." Tyson called out. He brought her to orgasm twice more, fucking her, sucking her tits. He lifted her up and sat on the couch so she straddled him, his cock never leaving her. She bounced on his legs, flinging her hair with the motions of her head. Tyson reached down and played with her clit. She came again, moving in to kiss him when it hit. Tyson's strong hands squeezed her ass and helped move her along his cock. Soon he began to grunt. She pumped harder to help him along. He buried his face in her tits as he came. She held him to her, squeezing her pussy around his cock and milking it.

Tyson breathed heaving in Daphne's chest then suddenly pushed himself away. "Daphne! What? We shouldn't be doing this. You're married! I . . .What if Donald comes in?!" He tried to pry her off but she locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Donald said it just took a little time after they came." she thought and waited. Soon his struggles subsided. She could feel his cock begin to stir inside her again. "Want to fuck me again?" she asked.

"Yes . . ."

"One second, lover." Daphne went back to the lab and grabbed the pheromone spray. She returned and gave Tyson's body a misting before mounting him again. "Soon we'll be all each other can think of. Happy together, forever."

--

"Daphne!" Donald cursed. "Oh please don't do something stupid!"

"Who's Daphne?" the woman asked. "I can be Daphne if you want me to. I can be whoever you want me to be."

Donald could not help but appreciate her beauty, but she was beginning to get annoying now. "What's your name?"

"Nadine."

"Nadine, I have to go. I want you to stay right here and finish working."

She grabbed his arm. "When will you be back?"

"I'll call you."

She quickly rifled through her purse and brought out a business card. "Here's my card. My cell phone is on 24/7. Can me no matter what time. I'll be waiting."

He was about to grab it when she pulled it back and wrote on the back. She handed it back. "I put my home address and phone on the back. You can stop by if you like. I can go home right after I finish here. Would you like me to?"

"Just finish up here and go about your day. If I need you, I'll call."

"OK, I'll be waiting."

Donald got up and rushed out of the diner. Behind him he heard her yell, "Wait! What's your name?!"

--

"I want you to marry me, Carol. Say 'Yes, Richard'."

Carol's mind was a whirlwind. The words hung in the air. The ring sparkled in front of her. She opened her mouth twice to respond, shutting it both times.

"I'm telling you, I want to be with you forever, Carol." Richard said. "Tell me no man makes you feel like I do."

He was right about that. The question was: Did she want to feel the way he made her feel? Sure, it appealed to a darker side of her, but she never imagined being with this man for life. Somehow she had always imagined that Donald would come to his senses someday and now, ironically when he had, she went and fucked things up. Still the allure of Richard was powerful. No man made her feel as much as a sexual being as he did. Well, that wasn't exactly true anymore. Tyson did.

She remembered the things they did that night. Even now, despite herself, she got wet from the memories: the feeling, the taste, the smell. That's when it hit her. The smell: it wasn't quite right. When she entered the apartment there was a sort of acrid smell, almost like pee, but more. Her scientist mind kicked in. It was Donald's apartment. He said he worked there sometimes when new ideas came to him. The first thing she smelled wasn't Tyson. It was something else in the apartment. She thought back. It was that smell that first made her head go a little fuzzy. She inhaled as she tried to remember. Tyson had two smells to him. Working with scents for years, she could discern between them easily when she wanted. She had thought it was all him, but it wasn't. She was reacting to something in Donald's apartment, something beneath the pee smell. Something she remembered, now, that was on Donald, something that he left lingering on her and in her car that made her horny enough . . .to fuck it.

"That bastard! I'll kill him."

She got up and grabbed her car keys.

"Where the hell are you going?!" Richard shouted.

"Out."

"You don't go anywhere until I say so, bitch!"

She opened the door, ignoring him for the first time since they met. "Lock up when you leave." It sounded more a warning than a request.

The door slammed shut leaving a stunned Richard, still kneeling, holding the ring.

--

Donald arrived home to find Daphne trying to see if there was any hope for her ripped shirt. Seeing it, he thought the worst.

"Did someone attack you?!"

"What?" she said, noticing him, "Oh no. Well, yes, but not like that."

She ran up and hugged him. "Oh Donald, I don't know what I'm going to do. Everything's gone wrong. Nothing's working. I tried to make it all go away, but even that didn't work."

"Tried to make what go away? What did you do, Daphne?"

"I sprayed myself and Tyson with the pheromone. I thought we'd be so caught up with each other that nothing else would matter. I wouldn't feel this pit in my stomach."

"You did WHAT?"

"It didn't work. At least, not on Tyson. I only want him when my pheromones mix with his. When we stop fucking the pain comes back."

"When you stop fucking? Where's Tyson?"

"I made him stay in the bedroom and open the windows. He's pissed at me for what I did to him."

"Daphne, Ahn didn't cheat on you. That woman made a pass at him. He rejected her. That's what we saw. We just didn't see it all. I've been calling."

Daphne looked over at her phone. Its message light was blinking. "Oh god. Donald, no. What have I done?"

"I'm sorry, Daph. This is my fault."

"No, it's mine. I suspected him. I shouldn't have. I should have trusted him." She paused, thinking. "But then why was he with her?"

"He had your dream house built. She's the contractor."

"What?!" Daphne rushed to her phone and called up the picture of them kissing again. In the background was one of her sculptures. She hadn't noticed it before. The pathway became clear and the layout of the grass and bushes. She didn't see the forest for the trees. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What have I done?! What do I do?"

"You don't do anything. This never happened."

"But, it did!"

"No, this was drug induced. Forget it. Don't ever let him find out. You could lose him. God, I wish I'd never created that damn formula."

"How long does it last?"

"Excuse me?"

"How long does it stay in your system?"

"It's not in your system, Daph. From what I can tell, it rewrote your DNA. It's permanent."

"You mean every man I meet is going to want to fuck me?"

"You can minimize things by bathing frequently and trying not to perspire."

"Donald, I can't live like this!"

"Did I tell you to spray yourself with it?!"

"Oh fuck! This can't be happening! You've got to undo it!"

"I'll try but I don't know if that's possible. Daph, just go home and shower. It'll be OK if Ahn smells it. He wants to fuck you all the time anyway."

"But he'll know something's different."

"Maybe continued exposure will make him build up an immunity to it."

"You think so?"

"I don't know! I'm just figuring out how the damn thing works!"

"Can I borrow a shirt?"

"Tyson! Throw one of my shirts out here."

The bedroom door opened and shirt flew across the room. "Get her out of here!" Tyson yelled before the door closed again.

"I really fucked up, didn't I?" Daphne said more to herself than Donald.

"We'll fix it. You go home."

They hugged.

"And remember, you don't know about the house!"

When he heard the front door close Tyson emerged from the bedroom.

"I can't believe she did that to me!"

Donald stared at him devoid of emotion. "You feel violated. Don't you? It's kind of like being betrayed, isn't it?"

Tyson stopped, dead. "Oh . . .I . . .Donny I just want to tell you that-"

"Stop." Donald's hand came up to accent the word. "Just tell me one thing honestly: Did you use the pheromones to fuck Carol?"

"No. She walked in on Mariko and me. When I saw her, I had to have her. Donny, I don't know what came over me. The heat of the moment or something. You know I'd NEVER-"

"It wasn't you."

"Say that again?"

"After I found you guys I went back to the lab. I was going to try and make a pheromone with the reverse effects so I could spray you with it. Then no woman would ever touch you again."

"Donny . . ."

"When I re-examined the formula to do it, though, I made some interesting discoveries. The formula doesn't create the pheromones. I do."

"What?"

"The formula mixed with my system and changed it. Now, whenever I sweat or get turned on, I produce the pheromones. Daphne too, apparently."

"And me." Tyson added.

"No, not necessarily."

"Huh?"

"The formula reacts with the body chemistry. It could produce a different scent for each person just like some colognes mix with your body odour to produce a unique scent for you. The reactions people have to the scents can be completely different. Daphne and my body chemistry are close enough that it has pretty much the same effect on us."

"And on me?"

"Well, obviously it doesn't make women want to fuck you. It may not do anything. We'll have to wait and see."

"Great."

"There's one more thing I discovered. It's the reason I asked about Carol. The pheromones produced actually mix with the reciprocal pheromones a woman puts out in response to them. It intensifies them. I tested it out at work. I went to see that nurse again, making sure I was giving off pheromones. If she wanted to fuck me but I could resist, then you and I were over as friends. If I couldn't help but fuck her, then it explained what may have happened with you and Carol, assuming you weren't the one that started things."

"So you fucked her."

"Well, not really."

"You resisted?"

"No, we . . .uh . . .got interrupted." Donald resisted the urged to massage his crotch at the memory. "That's not the point. The point is that we're susceptible to them too. A girl you have no intention of fucking can attack you and you'll find yourself filled with desire for her."

"What about an antidote?"

"Of course I'm going to work on that, but I don't think it's possible. We're like coffee with sugar added. The taste changes for the better, but how do you extract the sugar once it's dissolved?"

"Couldn't you dehydrate the coffee and extract it then?"

"You want me to remove all the moisture from your body?"

"I was just making a suggestion using your analogy."

"And I was countering it."

Donald looked at Tyson in a strange way.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I just so glad you're my friend."

The phone rang twice. Donald continued to stare at Tyson.

"You gonna get that? It's probably, Nancy."

Donald nodded but didn't move.

"Donald!"

"Yes?"

"Answer the phone!"

"OK." Donald picked it up. "Hello? Yes, he's here. She wants to know what to do."

"Tell her to come up."

"Come up." Donald started to hang up the phone when Tyson grabbed his hand.

"Hit 6."

Donald hit the 6 key, letting Nancy through the security door.

Tyson remembered that Donald was still giving off pheromones. "You'd better go shower. I'll air out the place."

"OK."

Donald got up, disappearing into the bedroom.

Nancy arrived a few minutes later. "How'd it go?" she asked.

"We're good. He's acting a little strange though."

"Strange how?"

"I'm not sure. He seems a little out of it."

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