The Curse (Sissy Story) by sdvine - Sex Stories

The Curse (Sissy Story) by sdvine

... woman with an intense need to get fucked, but that I was frantically fucking my best friend. When I started doing that, I noticed two things I hadn't expected. Trying to fuck Joe's brains out felt really great, and I was starting to gain some control. I tested this by reaching up and fondling my boobs, which I was able to do. Playing with them also felt good. The more I succumbed to the sensations of pleasure, the more I came to the conclusion that I liked it. And the more I liked it, the more control I seemed to gain. Joe began to grunt, and I found myself wanting to feel him come inside my pussy. He did, and something extraordinary happened. I didn't banish the primal consciousness from my mind, she and I integrated. As soon as I realized what had happened, I knew I could stop there, quickly flee the room, and lock Joe in until the effect of my pheromones wore off. There was just one problem with that: I didn't want to. I knew what I wanted to do, very much. And to do any of it, I'd need Joe pretty close by. I got off his cock, and before it dwindled away from erect too quickly, I wrapped my lips around it, fully intent on sucking his cock. A part of me was in shocked awe that I really wanted to do this, but the vast majority needed to blow him. I found that I somehow possessed a lot of knowledge on oral technique, and figured it came from that primal side. I decided to try one of them, and opened my mouth a little wilder and worked my way down his shaft. His cock was ...

... about 8 inches (which I noted was smaller than he had claimed in the past, which didn't surprise me), so I wasn't sure if I could pull it off, but the knowledge must have also come with skills as I managed to deep throat the entire length of cock, my lips stopping at the base. The cock being so deep in my mouth turned me on immensely. I loved sucking his dick. Joe gave little moans of pleasure as I tightened my lips grip of the base a little. Hearing that made me want to hear even more of the same. I slid back up the length of his cock, took a deep breath, and went all the way down again. This time, I didn't take my time. I did it fast, and withdrew just as fast. I intended to fuck him with my face. When he realized that was my goal, he reached down and grabbed the back of my head. I stopped my own motions, and let him do the work, getting face fucked. Before long, I was rewarded with a load down my throat. Neither of us were about to stop, however. I was treated to a repeat performance of what had happened to me a month prior, from the other side. This time, though, I wasn't blacking out. I was well aware of the fucking going on. The different positions. My own orgasms, which I didn't bother counting. Joe finally blacked out after seven orgasms of his own, and I knew instinctually that my pheromones also helped his stamina and durability. He was splayed on my bed, dead to world, and I knew he wouldn't wake for several hours. I wasn't done yet, not by far. I got dressed in some ...