CW: Contains depictions of assault

Chloe strolled down the street, her wide hips swinging back and forth in her tight yoga pants, attracting looks from horny men and jealous women. Actually, plenty of the women who stared at her were probably horny, too. It was hard not to get horny staring at Chloe.

She sauntered to the coffee kiosk sitting on the corner of the park and leaned over the counter, making sure the cashier got a distracting peek at her cleavage. The flustered boy quickly poured out her double latte and handed it to her with a nervous smile.

“That’ll be $3.75.”

Chloe looked sideways at him, brushing a lock of her black hair out of her face. She quickly shoved her hand down the front of her pants and then held her finger to the boy’s face.

The cashier froze, his eyes glassy, as a cloud of pussy fumes invaded his nose. It overloaded his brain, and he struggled to think of how to react. The smell was overwhelming and sweet.

“It’s on the house,” Chloe said, waving her finger back and forth with a devilish smile.

She whipped her finger away, and the boy blinked, a little disoriented.

“What were you saying, sweetie?” Chloe asked, sipping the foam from her drink.

“Oh, it’s on the house!” The boy said with a big smile.

Chloe blew him a kiss and strutted away.

Chloe sat down on the park bench next to the public running track. She watched the joggers doing their laps around the red ring of track until she spotted him. Tall, dark, with big shoulders and a black goatee streaked with white. She double-checked the photo on her phone.

Yep. Matthew Vasquez. That was him. She watched him stretch and start his jog around the track. Chloe gulped down the rest of her latte and walked just upwind of the jogging track. Chloe found an empty spot of grass and began stretching, bending her body one way then the other. As Matthew jogged towards her, Chloe bent over, touching her toes, her round hips stretching her spandex pants with the smallest hint of her camel toe peeking out at the jogger.

Matthew blinked rapidly, taken a bit by surprise, but his eyes lingered on her shapely ass just like any heterosexual male’s would. Chloe smiled as she saw him shake his head, obviously distracted, and continued for another lap. While his back was turned, Chloe took an extra pair of panties and stuffed them down her crotch, trying to flatten them out against her hips to keep them from bunching up.

The next lap, Chloe bent into a side stretch, treating him to an enticing view of her cleavage. The lap after that, Chloe stretched her hands to the ground in downward dog as she pumped her legs and ass in place. The lap after, Chloe stretched her shoulders, her chest jutting out as she threw Matthew a flirtatious wink.

Matthew was beginning to stare openly now, a bright grin on his face as the bombshell woman flirted with him. Chloe smiled to herself. Men were so easy.

Finally, the moment she had waited for arrived, and the last of the morning joggers had gone, leaving only her and Matthew on the field. She let Matthew pass her and then pulled out the extra pair of panties from her crotch, now saturated with sweat and pussy juice. She quietly jogged right behind him, sneaking up like a stalking lioness. Before Matthew caught on, she pounced.

She jumped onto Matthew’s strong back, her arms holding her on his shoulders. Reaching her hand around, she stuffed her panties over Matthew’s nose and mouth, muffling his voice. He struggled, trying to throw his attacker off his back, but Chloe held on like a barnacle, her tenacious arms holding her tight. He thrashed back and forth, instinctively holding his breath, but Chloe was patient and kept her panties firmly pressed against his face. Eventually, he was forced to take a breath.

Chloe could tell the aroma of her panties was taking effect. Matthew gradually stopped struggling as he breathed deeper and deeper, his body slowing to a stop. Chloe let herself slide off his back, but kept her panties pressed firmly over his face.

“Breathe…just breathe, baby…just smell that wonderful smell…” she whispered to him.

Matthew moaned softly through the fabric of her panties, and Chloe knew he was ready. She took her hand away, studying his blank, thoughtless face.

“Follow me, stud,” she said with a smile. She turned, letting her plump butt swing with every step as she led him to a secluded corner of the park. She pushed him down onto a bench and pulled his pants down over his cock, wrapping her lips around it, bringing him to full mast. A smile crossed Matthew’s empty face, his brain still fried by the blast of pussy fumes from Chloe’s panties. Once he was fully hard, Chloe deftly slipped a lubricated condom over his cock.

Can’t be too careful with strangers.

Checking that nobody had wandered too close, Chloe tore off her pants, sliding down over his cock, her chest brushing against his face. She bounced deliciously up and down, waiting to see the telltale sign of his pupils dilating, his breath ragged. She looked into his eyes, letting her tits smack his face with every bounce of her hips.

“You love pussy…” Chloe whispered into Matthew’s receptive brain. “My pussy controls you…my pussy controls your cock…my pussy controls your mind…you do what pussy tells you…”

Chloe increased her pace, sliding her cunt up and down Matthew’s rigid staff. The dazed man could only nod and grunt at Chloe’s words as she chanted.

“Pussy controls your cock…pussy controls your cock…pussy controls your cock…OH!!”

Chloe felt Matthew’s cock surge inside of her, a jet of cum spewing inside the condom. She clenched her vaginal walls around his prick and let herself enjoy a fleeting orgasm as Matthew lost all control of himself.

Chloe sighed and quickly put her pants back on. She peeled off his condom and tucked his cock back inside his pants before sitting down next to him, almost like they were casual friends. She slipped her fingers inside her pants and brought them under Matthew’s nose, making the man roll his eyes, pacified by her aroma.

“You’re getting sleepy now, Matthew…” she whispered to him. “Smelling my sweet pussy smell…getting tired and sleepy...always remembering that pussy controls your cock…pussy controls your mind…sleep now…”

Matthew woke up twenty minutes later, completely bewildered that he had fallen asleep during his morning jog. He glanced at his phone and realized he was running late to his business meeting. He grabbed his things and rushed off without a second thought.

A few benches away, Chloe watched him and shifted uneasily on her seat. Another man sidled up to her from behind, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Are you done?” He asked, glancing nervously around the park.

“Just about. He went down easy, just like the rest of you guys.” Chloe smirked at the man. “You have the fee, right?”

The man slapped down a white envelope. Chloe leafed through it, counting two grand in fifties and hundreds. The man tapped his toe as she counted.

“Okay!” Chloe nodded and then reached down her pants again, putting out a thin, fountain pen reeking of her snatch. She dropped it in a zip-lock bag and sealed it, handing it over to the man. “Just make sure that he uses that pen during the business meeting, and he’ll sign anything you stick under his nose. Also, it might help if you get one of your good-looking interns to help him through the forms. Keeps him off balance.”

The man grunted a thank you and turned to get on his way.

“Hey!” Chloe called to him. He turned, unprepared as Chloe stuck her pussy drenched fingers under his chin. “You forgot my tip.”

A few minutes later, Chloe was counting through all the cash her employer had in his wallet that morning, beaming from another honest day’s work. She stretched herself and picked herself off the park bench, deciding to treat herself to another latte.