Pretty Patty
Patty stood in front of her full-length mirror, turning slowly to ire how the tight pink crop top hugged her perky B cup breasts. The soft fabric clung perfectly, the hem stopping just below her ribs to reveal a teasing strip of smooth, toned midriff. Her short denim skirt barely covered the curve of her firm ass, and she’d chosen to go without panties tonight, nothing between her smooth, shaved pussy and whatever might happen. At 5’2”, with long blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, big sparkling blue eyes, and a sweet, innocent smile and a beautiful heart shaped face, she looked like the perfect petite college dream. Harmless and adorable and a person who was simply impossible to fear.
But Patty had plans.
For weeks she had watched David the star quarterback of the college team with his towering 6’4” frame, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and that confident, cocky grin that made girls weak. She wanted him not for a night or just for a fling. No Patty wanted him completely, mind, body, and soul and since she was tiny and he was a powerful athlete, she had created her own solution.
She checked the small vial on her desk one last time, it contained the clear, odorless, tasteless compound she had spent months perfecting in the campus chemistry lab. It wouldn’t knock him out cold like the ugly date rape drugs guys sometimes used. Instead it would gently melt his strength, fog his resistance, and make his mind wonderfully open and suggestible while keeping him conscious enough to feel everything. To enjoy everything.
Her phone buzzed. She smiled at the text she had already sent after working with a mutual friend to get his number: Hey stud, my roommate bailed last minute. Come up to my room for a private drink? I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Promise it’ll be fun. His reply had been immediate: On my way, cutie.
David was excited, when their friend mentioned Patty and showed him her photo from socials he was all in on hooking up with her. The knock came ten minutes later and Patty’s heart fluttered with real excitement as she opened the door.
David filled the doorway, his muscular chest stretching his fitted gray tee, powerful thighs outlined in dark jeans. His short brown hair was still slightly damp from a post workout shower, and that trademark grin and blue eyes lit up his face when he saw her.
“Patty, right? From bio class?” he asked, stepping inside.
“The one and only,” she purred, closing the door and flipping the lock with a quiet click. The sound felt final. Decisive. “I’m so glad you came up.”
Her room was cozy and intimate and there were string lights glowing warm amber, soft music playing low, a queen bed piled with fluffy pillows and a fuzzy pink blanket. She gestured to the mini-fridge. “Beer? Or something stronger?”
“Beer’s perfect,” he said, dropping onto the edge of the bed like he owned the place. He looked so big and confident sitting there…it only made her want him more.
Patty grabbed two cans, turning her back to him for just a few seconds. She poured from her vail, the fast acting drug went into his beer and she swirled it around to blend it. She handed the beer over with a bright, flirty smile and clinked her own untouched can against his.
“To unexpected nights,” she toasted softly, watching him take a long swig.
They talked easily at first, about big games over the past season, his favorite plays, her playful complaints about mid, what their hopes were following graduation. She laughed at all his jokes, scooted closer on the bed, and let her skirt ride up just enough to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. David’s eyes kept drifting downward, his grin growing lazier, hungrier.
Fifteen minutes ed… then twenty.
David blinked slowly, rolling his broad shoulders. “Damn… that beer hit me harder than usual.”
Patty smiled sweetly and slid onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs as her short skirt bunched up around her waist, and her bare, already wet pussy pressed warmly against the growing bulge in his jeans. She cupped his handsome face in both small hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks with genuine tenderness.
“Shhh, David, be a good boy for me and relax” she whispered, voice soft and caring. “Yes, I put something in your drink, not to worry it won’t hurt you, oh, and its to late to stop it from working by the way.”
His eyes widened, but his strong hands only rested loosely on her hips instead of pushing her away. The drug was already working, melting his incredible strength into warm, heavy relaxation.
“While most guys use those nasty date rape drugs to take whatever they want from girls, I developed this myself,” she continued gently, looking straight into his eyes. “It’s different… gentler, it just makes your body feel so heavy and relaxed… and it opens your mind so I can reach the real you. Because I really, really want you, David. I’ve wanted you for weeks. Not just your body. I want you to be mine. Completely.”
He tried to speak, but his words came out slow and slightly slurred.
“Patty… what the fuck… you can’t…”
She leaned in and kissed him slow, warm, and full of real affection. Her soft lips moved against his, tongue teasing gently until he groaned despite himself. When she pulled back, her big blue eyes were inches from his.
“I know it’s wrong, baby. I know this isn’t fair, but look at me.” Her voice dropped into a soothing, rhythmic cadence. “Feel how heavy your arms are getting? Like warm weights pulling them down. Feel your legs sinking deeper into the bed. It’s okay Davy, I’ve got you. I’m right here, and I only want to make you feel good.”
David’s breathing deepened and his eyelids fluttered. The sensation of her slick, bare pussy slowly rocking against his hardening cock made it impossible to focus on anger. Pleasure kept creeping in, warm and addictive.
“That’s it,” she cooed lovingly, stroking his chest through his shirt. “Breathe with me, David. Deep… and slow. In… and out. Every breath pulls you deeper into my eyes. Deeper into me. You’re safe here. You don’t have to be strong right now... you can just let go and enjoy how this feels.”
She kissed him again, longer this time, grinding her hips in slow, hypnotic circles. The thick ridge of his cock pressed perfectly against her clit, sending little sparks of pleasure through both of them and his hands twitched on her waist, as he pulled her closer.
“You feel that?” she whispered against his lips. “Your cock is getting so hard for me already… because deep down it knows it belongs to me. Let the warmth spread through your whole body. Let your mind get quiet and empty until its just my voice filling it up…good you’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
David moaned softly. His resistance was crumbling under the combined weight of the drug, her soothing voice, and the steady, delicious friction of her wet pussy against him. A strange, hazy happiness began to bloom and grow in his chest.
“What the fuck…why does this feel so damn good…what was that stuff?”
Patty kept talking, her words slow and melodic. “Your eyelids are getting so heavy now… so tired. It feels so good to let them close, doesn’t it? Blink for me… slower… heavier. Every time you breathe, you sink twice as deep. Deeper under my spell sweetie, deeper into pleasure. You’re safe and you’re very much wanted. You’re cherished Davy.”
His eyelids drooped lower and lower. A peaceful expression softened his strong features. Patty kissed along his jaw, then down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. She exposed his powerful chest and ripped abs, trailing soft kisses over every inch.
“Sleep for me, David,” she whispered tenderly. “Deep, obedient sleep as you let go completely. My voice is inside you now and you belong to Patty… it feels so right…so perfect doesn’t it?”
“Yesssssss…”
His eyes finally closed as his head lolled back against the pillows, and his powerful body went limp and relaxed beneath her tiny frame. A soft, contented sigh escaping his lips.
Patty smiled with pure affection and kissed his forehead. “Good boy. Such a good, strong boy for me.”
She slid down his body, unzipping his jeans and tugging them off along with his boxers. His thick, eight inch cock sprang free, veined, rock hard, and already leaking for her. She wrapped both small hands around the base and stroked slowly, lovingly.
“Feel this pleasure, David? Every stroke makes you happier to be mine.” She leaned down and licked him from balls to tip, savoring the taste. “This cock belongs to me now, you crave my control and you love how I make you feel.”
She took him into her warm mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper. Her tongue swirled around the head while one hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as David’s hips twitched upward in his trance, soft moans rumbling from his chest.
“Deeper and deeper,” she murmured between long, slow sucks. “Happier and happier. You’re so glad I chose you. You’re so glad I made you mine.”
For nearly twenty minutes she worshipped him with her mouth and hands, edging him beautifully, reinforcing her suggestions with every lick and stroke. When she finally felt him throbbing on the edge, she pulled back and climbed on top again.
She guided his glistening cock to her tight entrance and sank down inch by inch, moaning softly as he stretched her perfectly. “Feel me, David. This pussy owns you. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
She began to ride him slowly, grinding her clit against his base in hypnotic circles. Her small hands rested on his broad chest as she moved. “You’re my man now David, my powerful, and devoted boyfriend. You love being mine and you love obeying me. It makes you so happy.”
David’s body responded even in deep trance, his hips rising to meet her, thrusting gently upward with growing eagerness. Pleasure and her caring words rewrote him from the inside and his resistance faded completely, replaced by warm, blissful acceptance.
Patty leaned forward, pressing her perky breasts against his chest, and whispered directly into his ear while riding him harder. “You’re enslaved to me, but you love it. You’re my strong protector, my obedient pet, my everything. You’ll worship me and you’ll fuck me whenever I want. You’ll wake up tomorrow feeling happier than you’ve ever been in your life knowing I will do the same for you.”
She rode him faster, ass slapping against his thighs, her own orgasm building. “Cum for me, my love. Fill your girlfriend, give me everything.”
David groaned deeply in his sleep, body arching as he pumped thick, powerful ropes of cum deep inside her. Patty cried out, clenching around him as her own orgasm crashed over her, juices soaking them both. She kept riding through every pulse, milking him throughly and completely.
Even after he finished, she stayed on top, gently rocking, whispering more affirmations of love and caring until his breathing grew slow and peaceful again.
Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. David stirred slowly, trying to adjust as his body felt deliciously used, muscles relaxed, cock half hard against his thigh, a pleasant ache in all the right places. Memories floated up, the drink with Patty, her soft confession, her sparkling blue eyes, the overwhelming pleasure, the deep sense of peace and belonging.
Instead of anger, a warm, joyful certainty filled his chest. Patty was his and he was hers… it felt… perfect.
Patty lay curled against him, naked and angelic, blonde hair fanned across his chest. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. A shy, hopeful smile touched her lips.
“Morning, handsome,” she whispered.
“Good morning my little seductress…I don’t know how to be angry with you… I’m so flattered you went to this extent to make me yours…”
David didn’t hesitate, he rolled her beneath him in one smooth motion, his powerful body covering her tiny one, and kissed her with deep, hungry ion. His tongue claimed her mouth as his hands roamed her curves possessively. When he finally pulled back, his eyes shone with open adoration and devotion.
“God, Patty… I don’t know exactly how you did what you did to me last night,” he murmured, voice husky with emotion, “but I’m so fucking glad you did. I’ve never felt like this. I’m yours. Completely, mind, body, and soul. You’re my girlfriend now…my seductress… my everything.”
Patty’s face lit up with pure happiness. She reached up and traced his jaw with her fingertips. “My perfect boy. I was so scared you’d hate me… but I wanted you so much.”
“I could never hate you,” he said earnestly, already hardening against her thigh. “I love how you made me feel. I love being yours and now you are mine now as well.”
She pulled him down into another kiss, then guided his cock back inside her still slick pussy. “Then show me, David. Show me how happy you are to be mine.”
He thrust deep, filling her completely, and began to move with slow, powerful strokes. Patty moaned beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, whispering praises and commands that he obeyed eagerly. They made love for nearly an hour, slow and tender, then hard and ionate until both of them came again, tangled together in the morning light.
Afterward, David held her close, stroking her hair, already planning how he would protect her, please her, and serve her every desire from now on.
Patty smiled against his chest, her heart full. She had taken him the wrong way… but in the end, he had become exactly what she wanted, a willing, devoted, and blissfully happy to be hers boyfriend… forever.