Hex Appeal

Voodoo, he said. Or, rather, Voodoo adjacent. I didn't believe him, so naturally I demanded he show me. I really didn't believe him, but whether it was the liquor flowing, the vibe of the party, or just curiosity, I was ready for whatever. He pulled me to his room and showed me. I looked at it, then looked at him. He had a smug look on his face. I still didn't believe him.

In the corner of his bedroom was a small circle with some sort of writing around it, and some symbols. In the middle was a Fleshlight.  

"Really? This is what you pulled me in here for? Some sort of stupid joke?"

"It's true. I just need something of yours. An article of clothing, a lock of hair, you know... something tied to you."

I rolled my eyes and slid my panties down from under my skirt. I didn't think this was going anywhere, but at this point I didn't want anything to get in the way of getting some dick. It had been a long week, and mama needed to blow off some steam. I was hoping the joke would end soon, and he would get to it. He was cute, and about 10 minutes ago I had decided he would be mine for the night.

I held the panties up, arm extended, offering the small bit of cloth to him. He grinned, taking it from me. He walked over to the circle, picked up the Fleshlight, and wrapped the thong around it, securing it in place.  

"Now what?"

"Now you wait. There's no point in trying to show you here, that ruins the fun. Besides, there's a bit more work I have to do to get it ready and actually make it work. You know, like a little ritual or whatever. Don't worry, you'll know when it starts working."

"So... what? You're not gonna fuck me?! You're just going to leave me hanging?? I thought this whole thing was some charade to get me in here fuck; you're saying I get nothing??"

Jason or John or whateverthefuck his name was just sorta stood there, stumbling over his words. So I walked out. I found another guy at the party, still pretty cute, and let him fuck my brains out. I still had to let my frustrations out, and boy I played it up. I was screaming at the top of my lungs so that everyone, especially whatshisnuts, would hear that I was having a great time. The sex was in all reality pretty mid, but even mid sex is still sex, amiright? I left the party that night, Jason or whatever having completely left my mind.  

That is, until a couple of days later. Today.

This morning started like any other. I got up and got ready for work. Took a nice, hot shower. That is, after looking myself over in the mirror. I love looking at myself. It started as an exercise in self-acceptance and self-love. I struggled as a young teenager with self image and self confidence. But I've learned to really love my body. I mean, I'm hot! I'm 20, long brown hair, hazel eyes that nowadays absolutely scream confidence. I keep my body in shape; I did cheer in highschool and make sure I don't lose the athleticism. I've certainly got hips, and my tits are staying perky and firm. My ass is nice and round, my legs in great shape. I love my body, and I carry it well.

After looking for a few minutes and hyping myself up for the day, I suddenly felt something. Something... off. But not entirely unpleasant. I could suddenly feel my pussy get a bit... warm? It's hard to pin down the exact sensation, but there was SOME sort of feeling. I suspect this was when whatever voodoo shit actually started to take effect. At the time, however, I only sorta noticed, and figured I was just getting horny again, as a young woman is wont to. I thought nothing of it other than to mentally schedule myself some "personal time" when my roommates would be at work, after I was off work for the day.

I got to work and the feeling just stayed, no matter what I did. Usually I can distract myself and get focused, but I couldn't help but keep feeling it, keep noticing it... and it was really starting to have an effect. I work as a general secretary, greeting people as they walk in the door, answering phones, what have you. So in some ways, it's great because I sit behind a large desk. People can't really see much other than my top-half. Unfortunately, it also means that I'm interacting with a lot of people. This isn't usually a problem, except for days like today.  

When I get horny, I can get... ravenous. I'm generally able to keep it professional externally, but I'll let you know now that my imagination can run absolutely wild. Suddenly the client walking in, whom I've seen dozens of times without thinking twice, looks like he needs some extra attention. The boss suddenly has Big Dick Energy. Hell, I even start to wonder what my female coworkers taste like. It can drive me a bit crazy at times, and generally I'm able to keep it together until I get home and can properly relieve myself with a good, long, edging session until I finally allow for release. Those days are exhausting, but to be honest I kind of love the exhaustion and release at the end of it all.

So, once again, I tried to just keep myself together and "ride the wave". That worked for a while. The usual thoughts crept in, the slickness growing between my legs as my coworker fantasies intruded on my workday. Until about lunchtime. That's when I first felt it.

At first, it was a warm, wet sensation. Slow. Sliding. Just like... like a tongue. Slowly licking me, licking my lower lips. Up one side, down the other. Then up my entire slit with a gentle flick at my clit. I stiffened as I first felt it, slightly shivering as my clit sent a shock through me. I paused, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they didn't make it obvious. The office empties out a bit around lunch, and the people here do tend to be a bit distracted with satiating their own growing hungers.  

I felt it again, more insistent this time. A broad, flat tongue running up and down my slit, occasionally flicking at my clit. I looked down reactively, expecting to see someone under my desk. Of course no one was there. My legs had already instinctively spread to allow for more pleasure, though as I closed them, it didn't matter. I tried shifting in my seat, even getting up to "stretch" for a moment - it just didn't matter. The feeling of that tongue simply kept going. I sat back down, panicking a little. Suddenly the sensation changed. I quietly let slip a moan as I felt something slide into me. It felt relatively small, like a finger. But my GOD it felt so good. Thankfully no one heard me, but it was becoming difficult to keep myself quiet as a finger(?) began to stroke my insides.

"Are you ok? You're looking a little flush"

My boss. Oh God my boss. As I looked up I couldn't help but first notice his hands. They looked so good, and I couldn't help but of course imagine those digits inside me. I shuddered slightly and apparently, against all efforts, let slip a little "Oohh Goooddd" as the thought of his fingers inside me at my desk rolled through my mind.

"Come again?"

Choice words, sir. That helped snap me out of my daze.

"I'm sorry sir, I guess I'm just not feeling myself today."

He looked at me closely, up and down. He's always a professional but God it felt like he had a look of hunger in his eyes. Or maybe that was just my own need staring back at me.

"You've always pushed through and worked hard. Why don't you head home, and get some rest. Seriously, just rest up, and we'll see you when you're better."

"Th- Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I- I'll get some rest and be back first thing tomorrow!"

I tried to say it confidently. With gusto and enthusiasm. But just as I started to talk, I felt that tongue again, now in concert with the finger. I'm sure I looked, and sounded, odd as I twitched and my voice cracked. Not exactly normal. I grabbed my stuff quickly, just gathering it in my arms. I happened to glance down at the seat and saw a large wet patch. My eyes widened and I quickly pushed the chair in, hoping no one would notice. As I rushed out the door I could feel the slickness had soaked through my panties, and was starting to cover my inner thighs.  

I threw everything into the car and dumped myself into the driver's seat just in time as an orgasm hit. I sat in the seat as my body twitched, and I could feel my pussy spasm, but clench against nothing. What was different though, was that it just kept going. Whatever was happening to me didn't stop. My clit got sensitive, but it didn't stop. I twitched and spasmed as my nerves were overloaded. I let out a loud guttural moan, mixed with a scream, as the sensitivity ramped up and my brain was drowning in sensations. My body shook and jerked, trying to get away from the intense stimulation. And then...

Silence

Sudden silence. Not just because it was quiet in the parking lot. Or because the car wasn't on yet. There was even an eerie physical silence. All of the sensations, the tongue, the finger, everything... it all just stopped. The only thing I could hear was my own panting and the blood rushing through my ears.  

I took a couple of breaths, found my keys and with a shaky hand, turned the ignition. I drove home with haste, praying that whatever was happening would pause for at least the few minutes until I got home. Thankfully my commute is only about 10 minutes. It was almost a bit too long. As I got to my street, I realized that feeling from this morning never really left. It had been drowned out, but it stayed. And fuck, even with my mind buzzing from the terror, the thrill of whatever was happening, I was also kind of loving it.

I pulled the car into the driveway, ran inside, and ran to my room. Thankfully my roommate works a swing shift - she would have just left a few minutes ago, and wouldn't be back until late. I threw my stuff down as I ran to my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and paused. I pulled my top and bra off, standing topless in front of the mirror on the back of my door. I pinched my nipples and tugged at them, squeezing my firm tits at the same time, relishing in the flood of endorphins my system was now swimming in. I stopped just long enough to strip my skirt off, noticing a wet patch on the back, and I saw that my panties were soaked completely through. The insides of my thighs were also slick, and I could even see that some of that wetness had gotten up into my trimmed bush, a slick sheen over short, now matted hair.  

I was a mess, and I loved it. I went to the foot of my bed, directly across from the mirror, and set up some pillows to prop myself up. I laid back, spread my legs, and watched myself as my hands slowly slid along my own body, squeezing my tits again, pinching my nipples as my fingers slid over my clit. My fingers slipped between my labia, and I trapped them between my pinky/ring finger, and index/middle finger, and slowly massaged my mound. The amazing sensations of pulling my lips and rubbing across my clit as my other hand pinched my nipples felt divine. I thought of this morning, and how I almost came right in front of my boss. I thought about what would have happened in an alternate universe - would he have fired me, maybe scolded me? Maybe... taken me to his private office. Maybe hike my skirt up, and pull my panties to the side - no! He would slide my soaking wet panties off and stuff them in my mouth to keep me quiet as he had his way with me against his desk.

I held that image, that scenario in my mind as I watched myself in the mirror, captivated by the sight in front of me in the mirror. I looked damn good with my pussy out, my fingers now sliding into my wet hole. I could hear the squelching as my fingers moved inside, the heel of my palm pressed against my clit.  

I could feel myself getting close, another orgasm building as I imagined my boss forcing me to bend over his desk, my ass presented to him like a prize. I started to imagine myself trying to talk my way out of the situation but to no avail. I've never been turned on by this sort of thing, but something about today, about this morning, now all I could think about was being forced to feel such immense pleasure. I imagined my boss stuffing my mouth with my panties so I couldn't call for help, all while he slid his obviously fat cock against my soaking cunt. I thought of him about to enter me, and - I paused to allow myself to cool down a bit. I absolutely loved edging sessions and if I had all afternoon alone, I was going to take advantage of it. I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and slid it up my mound, deliciously pulling the skin around my clit up and back, stretching the skin taught and making all of the nerve endings come alive for a moment against the cool air of my room. So close. So close to the edge. I let my hand slide up more and squeezed both tits, my nipples hard as I let out a shaky breath.  

I could see it in my mind, his hands gripping my tits, instead of my own hands. Standing behind me. I could hear his breath, his groans of needy desire. I could feel his cock slide against me.

I could feel his cock slide against me?!

I paused, my heart suddenly pounding, almost panicking. I could literally feel what felt like the tip of a cock sliding against my slit. I looked down, no one was there. I looked at the mirror, and nothing. Yet... I could feel that soft firmness slide over my lips, across my clit, teasing. After a moment my hips instinctually began to roll, trying to get the phantom cock inside me. I bit my lower lip as the teasing kept on for what felt like an eternity, no doubt made worse by the fact that I was already on the edge. The teasing brought me closer and I closed my eyes, leaned back and finally allowed it to just... happen. I went back to imagining my boss behind me, squeezing my tits. His cock rubbing up and down my needy pussy. I was literally shaking.

"Please..." I gently mewled into the empty room.

And then it happened. I felt the phantom cock push into me and my insides opened. My eyes flew open as this cock, admittedly thick, split me open. It was slow; a slow, steady feeling of being filled. And it kept going. I suddenly felt light pressure against the outside of my pussy as if someone was there between my legs, just as the tip just brushed against my cervix. My eyes fluttered as a minor orgasm rippled through me. My cunt tried squeezing the invader but there was nothing there.  

The feeling lessened, and I felt it pulling out. Then back in. Still slowly, but with just a bit more speed. Then it began building a rhythm. This phantom cock was fucking me, and I had no choice but to take it. I imagined my boss fucking me on the desk, and moaned his name loudly. I kept my eyes closed as the fantasy took over. I could feel another orgasm starting to slowly build. But I wanted something more. I wanted this to feel like a proper fucking. Like I was getting railed. Not just some passive starfish. I needed to be taken.

And just like that it all clicked. It was that fucking kid from the party. It had to be. He was right, he really knew how to do it. How to use some sort of spell to fuck me. And my God is was fucking hot. This guy knew nothing about me, couldn't even see me, but he was fucking some toy thinking of me. Except... he knew. He knew I could feel it.  

There was a slight pause, and I took advantage of it. I didn't know what else to do, so I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air as if he was right behind me. It started again, this time more in earnest. The feeling of him pounding my pussy while I laid there was divine - now I know why pillow princesses do it. I let myself stretch out, not having to worry about keeping my balance. My arms stretched forward, my back arched, my hips held steady as I felt myself getting stretched and filled over and over. I reached an arm under me and played with my clit, an orgasm quickly building and peaking. I groaned into the empty room as my body shuddered, "oooh fuck yesss..." The pounding continued, completely oblivious to the state of my body.

I rolled over and looked in the mirror, spreading my legs. I could almost see it. Well, I could see what was happening. In the mirror I could literally see my hole stretched open as if it were actually in me. I could see the space where the thick cock should be, but wasn't. It wasn't just the feeling of being stuffed. I really was getting fucked. But also... not. I laid there for a moment, watching myself get railed by some guy halfway across town, miles away.  

I pulled my knees to my chest, not knowing if it would really do anything. I'm not sure it did, but trying so hard to allow it deeper felt good, especially as it occasionally just brushed my cervix - just enough of a hint of it to signal how deep he was in that pocket pussy of his, and how deep he was trying to be in me.

I felt an orgasm start to build again, and I prayed he kept going until mine hit. I hooked both knees under one arm together as I snaked my hand between my legs, just enough to get a couple of fingers between them and onto my clit. I was able to play with myself with just a finger, and it seemed like enough. The pounding continued, my finger worked my sensitive little button, and it started to work.

"Yes... yes... YESS...."

And then I felt it.

He came.

I was oddly present, in the sense that other senses, like trying to keep my balance, the guy's breath, all of that just weren't there. So there was so much more focus on what I was feeling inside.

I felt all of it.

I felt his cock harden for a few strokes, and I felt him push hard, his tip pushed gently right up against my cervix. I felt him pulse. I felt the warm flood of his cum in my pussy as it flooded into his toy. My body shook and shuddered as an orgasm rippled through me, a strong one this time, my insides trying desperately to milk a cock that wasn't there, to pull deeper the seed that only existed miles away. The feeling washed over me, and just as I began to relax, I felt him pull out of the toy, out of me, slowly.  

I looked in the mirror, and there really was nothing there. Nobody. No cock. No cum dribbling out of my hole. And that feeling from before... gone. Completely gone. I suddenly felt so...  

Empty.

Relieved.

Sad.

Angry.

I couldn't keep track of my emotions, really. I waited a few moments to see if the feeling came back, that feeling of, I guess, being connected to the toy. It didn't come back. The feeling was actually gone this time. I finally decided that even all I had been through today, I had to know. I had to know 100% that it was really him, and that what I thought was happening, was happening. I had to know that he was fucking me from miles away, through that toy.  

I quickly got dressed, really just throwing on a skirt and tight shirt, not bothering with a bra or panties. I walked out of my room, snatched up my keys, and drove to his house. I finally got there, parked on the street, and as I walked to the front door, he opened it. My step hitched; I was thinking I would catch him off guard. Instead, he smirked and said "I've been waiting for you". My eyes narrowed in suspicious anger, hiding the curiosity, and excitement, deeper down. I kept walking forward, barging in past him. I stepped into his living room, and stopped at the start of the hallway. "I'd bet you were, you little pervert. Show me. I still don't believe it... show me."

He kept the smirk as he slowly, gently closed the front door behind him. He mentioned his roommates were gone for a few days as he walked down the hall. I followed, suddenly a bit nervous that everything I thought would actually be shown to be true. That he could fuck me from anywhere, at any time. I felt myself flush a bit at the thought of it.  

He stepped into his room and I followed after, quickly looking over to where the little circle was the other night. He watched me quietly as I quickly surveyed the room. There it was, the toy. But, no panties. Those were on his desk. I noticed one of the desk drawers was slightly open, and I saw just a glimpse of more flesh-colored silicone.   I turned back to him, slightly blushing under his hard gaze. "OK, how does this work? I'm still not sure I believe it."

He moved towards the circle with his eyes still in me for a moment, picking my panties up off the desk as he moved past me. "Well, while the toy is still in the circle, I wrap your panties around it. That's what connects you and the toy." He quickly, with practiced hands I might add, wrapped my old, used panties around the toy's housing. Almost instantly I felt that same feeling between my legs and I shifted a bit unconsciously, my thighs rubbing together. He looked into my eyes as his finger lightly brushed the false silicone lips, and I felt them brush against me. He kept eye contact as he slowly licked the front of the toy. I could feel his tongue on me, and I jumped as his tongue ran roughly, quickly, over the silicone nub.

He unwrapped my panties and put the toy down. "Before the first time, I have a short ritual with a special incantation, that's what really binds the objects - your panties and the toy. I think you know the rest at this point."

I shifted a bit. I was so horny again. I needed dick. I needed his dick. I needed to see it. I needed the real thing. I could suddenly that I craved more. More than just the disconnected pleasure. I realized I needed to be fucked. Properly. I desperately needed to be the Fleshlight, not merely connected to it. He knew it, too. He could see it. He looked me up and down before he simply said "Knees. Now."

I started to walk towards him and he stopped me. "Did I say to come to me? No. I said knees. Get on your knees, and do it now."

My God, I've never been so wet as I was when he said that. I'd never had a guy take such control like that. So I did. I got on my knees halfway across the room from him. I tried to keep eye contact to keep some dignity, to keep some will of defiance. It was so hard, sitting there on my knees, my hands in my lap. I was suddenly so very aware of the fact that I had no panties. No bra. I could feel my nipples against the fabric, straining. I could feel my face get flush as he stepped up to me. I looked up at him, trying to hold his gaze, but I couldn't hold it for long. I kept glancing down before pushing myself to meet his eyes again as they watched me closely.

"You always think you're so hot, so cool. But I think you know now, you're just a helpless little girl. You've finally come up against something you can't just laugh at and walk away from. Something you can't control. You're such a desperate, horny slut. We all know it. But this is the first time you've been speechless, been truly out of control."

My little slit was so wet, I could feel it starting to drip on my ankles as I sat on my feet. My clit was throbbing as he talked. I wanted so badly to tell him no, to tell him I was still in control. That I would leave. That I would destroy his little project. But instead, my body betrayed me. My mouth stayed shut. My eyes looked at the bulge in his pants, then back up to his eyes, silently pleading. I felt my tongue lick my lips as my mind wrestled with what to do next. But I already knew. I knew what came next before he even said it.  "Let's see if we can fill your mouth with something other than your wit."

I glanced down and watched as my own hands undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the fly. I slowly dug my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled down. At first, just trimmed pubes appeared as the fabric slid down. Then I started to see it, the thick shaft I felt in me previously. I my eyes followed the appearing veins, in a bit of a trance as more and more appeared, his cock seeming to go on forever until I finally saw the flare of his tip, and the waistband finally let his cock free. It sprang up suddenly and almost hit me in the face.  

It was staring me straight in the face. Right in front of me, his thick tip pointing straight at me. A small drop of precum already beading up; it started to roll down the underside of his tip. Just before it dropped I stuck my tongue out, just the tip of it licking off the sweet and salty drop. At that moment I leaned back and just looked at it. It was... perfect.  

It seemed just the right length. Enough to excite, maybe even make my stomach flutter at the thought of the whole thing making its way inside me. It was thick, too. Not overly thick, but enough that as one of my hands reached out and gently took hold of the base, my fingers couldn't quite wrap around. The veins looked delightful and that head... the head was gorgeous. I thought I had let my slutty side out before, but this... my God, this cock was perfect for me. I leaned forward and took one of his balls in my mouth, then the other, sucking on them as the thick, heavy cock rested on my face. I close my eyes and moaned as my tongue played with his tender orbs, my hands squeezing my own tits through my shirt.  

I pinched my nipples with one hand as the other wrapped around his base and started to slowly stroke him. My pussy was on fire, and I knew this thing would be in me soon. I released his balls and licked the underside of his member, looking into his eyes as I slowly ran my tongue along the underside, where his cum would soon flow through into me. As my tongue ran under his tip, I quickly put it into my mouth and began to suck him off.  

I bobbed my head as I heard him moan. I looked up and watched his eyes close as I let my mouth do work, making sure to be as loud as I could, slurping up his cock. I loved how it felt in my mouth, the way it filled it, but without making my jaw ache like some big guys have. I slurped loudly as I pulled my mouth off, leaving his whole dick almost dry. I swallowed my spit and he watched me as I took my shirt off. I could hear him almost gasp a bit as I let my tits free, and I couldn't help but smirk (I told you I was hot!). I leaned back, giving him a full view of my naked top for a moment before I came back up and quickly took his cock in my mouth again, letting the spit fill my mouth for a sloppy blowjob.  

I took his hands and put them behind my head; I had never deepthroated a man, nor had I been face-fucked. But I wanted him to. I wanted feel his cock not just at the back of my throat, but down it. I wanted him to own my throat just like he apparently now owned my pussy. He seemed to get the hint as he initially just held my head steady and pumped his hips forward and back, pushing deeper into my mouth with each thrust. I put my hands in my lap to try and keep myself from pushing him away. There was, at first, some resistance. I could feel his tip pushing against the back of my throat, and my throat trying to block it. I consciously tried relaxing my throat, which helped... until it got to my gag reflex.  By this time he was not only pushing into my mouth, but was actively pushing my head into him. He grabbed a fistful of my hair to control my head as I could feel my own gag reflex trying to kick in as I tried to suppress it and work through it.

Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck

"Ooohhh, you fucking slut, I knew you wanted my cock. You look so good with my cock in your mouth. You dirty whore, you're drooling."

I could feel my spit filling my mouth and spilling out, a thick string flowing out of my mouth, down my chin, landing on my chest and my stomach. He pulled my head in and pushed his hips, forcing his cock down my gullet one last time, holding it there for a moment before pulling back out all the way, pushing me away from him. I gasped for air as I barely caught myself, once again leaning back. This time breathing heavily, I looked down at the mess of spittle on me. He smiled hungrily. I smiled back.

"Stand up."

I did

"Turn around."

I did

I felt him slide my skirt down and heard it drop to the floor as I closed my eyes, waiting for the next instruction, the next sensation of giving in.

I felt his hands on my back, then one slid around to my front, groping my tits. The other slid around and felt how soaking wet I was, spreading my fluids all round.

"Get on the bed, on your back."

I climbed onto his bed, got onto my back, and instinctually pulled my knees up, keeping them by my shoulders. He stepped forward, his cock sliding against my clit. I moaned softly as I watched his tip slide higher and higher up my stomach, giving me the visual of just how far inside me he was about to be. He pumped his hips slowly a couple of times to rub the underside of his cock against me, against my sensitive clit. I couldn't help but whisper out a pathetic "please..."

This was all so new to me. Not just the connection to the toy, but the way he commanded me. The way my body responded. The way he used me, teased me... I needed it so bad. I wanted nothing more than to feel him slide into me. For him to fuck me. For him to use me like he used that Fleshlight.  To be his fucktoy.

He pulled back and slid his tip along my folds, coating himself in more of my fluids. I felt his tip align with my hole, and then...

And then...

The blissful feeling of his tip beginning to stretch my tight, needy cunt. I let out a sigh, turning to a moan as I felt the flare push into me, making way for the rest of him. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slowly entered me until I felt his hips against me. His tip at one point brushed against my cervix, just like when he fucked the toy, but this time it slid past, and into the fornix. I felt so full, I shuddered as what may have been a small orgasm rippled through me as he held himself there, allowing me to just feel it.  

He pulled out a bit, and slowly back in. He began fucking me, initially slow, getting a pace and rhythm. I hooked my arms around my knees to keep myself spread open for him. After a couple of minutes he readjusted himself, grabbing my legs at the hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed like I was nothing. I held still as he pushed himself in, my head falling back and letting out a guttural moan as I felt his whole length stretch me again.

He began to fuck me harder, faster. He grabbed at my tits, squeezing them hard as he pushed me into the bed, pinning me there; as he began to really pound me. He pushed into me hard over and over. Not picking up speed, just harder and harder. I moaned loudly as an orgasm ripped through me, my muscles contracting around that beautiful cock inside me. That must have tripped something, because suddenly I could feel his rhythm change. I felt his cock get harder and he pulled out one more time before pushing in again, this time right against my cervix. It almost hurt until I felt him cum.

Pulse after pulse, my body shivered with orgasmic aftershocks as I could feel him pump his seed into me. The warmth washed over my cervix and I swear he came right into my womb. I felt so full at that point, so full of cock, so full of cum, and so blissfully contented.  

After a few moments, he released his grip on my tender breasts, and slowly pulled his cock out. I felt almost empty, but this time as I let my legs down slowly, I felt the familiar feeling of his cum starting to ooze out of me. He laid down beside me, catching his breath.

"I... I've never had a guy act like that..."

"I figured. You seemed like you needed that."

"I... I did..." I said between my own gasps and deep breaths. "I really did..."

"You can use my shower if you want. Like I said, roommates will be gone for a couple of days. Towels are in the closet inside the bathroom. Help yourself."

"... Thanks..."

I paused, looking at the ceiling. I let my mind race with the post-nut clarity that always comes after good sex. Was this my life? Was I really a sub? I guess so, because I wanted to be made to submit again. To be made to relinquish control. Maybe this guy really did know what I needed.

Fuck! I didn't even know his name! Whatever. I'll deal with that later. I got up to use his shower. I walked across the room to pick up my skirt and shirt, and caught a glimpse of that open drawer again. I saw the silicone flesh, and realized it was more toys. And there were other things in there, like from other women, too. It looked like hairbands, panties, a bra or two.

I didn't say anything, but walked out of the room to the bathroom, hoping the steam and white noise of the shower would help my mind make sense of everything that had happened today.

I turned the water on, waited for the stream to warm up, and stepped in.