Compelled to Swallow

[WP] Her hypnotic trigger left her fully aware but with an intense desire to swallow cum. It embarrassed her to admit that she loved when people used it...
From u/gahidus

I gagged, his cock stretched my throat as he thrust in and out. My whole body tingled in anticipation of release, his release, every square inch of my skin crawled wanting nothing more than for him to unload into my mouth.

“I can’t believe it. You were telling the truth?” Harvey was amazed. I could just barely see him out of the corner of my eye. He watched in amazement as I deepthroated our friend. My brown hands looked all that much darker on Richie’s pale white thighs.

Richie’s hands were grabbing my hair guiding me. “Right?” he moaned. “I found out about it last weekend. My mom bought some dragon fruit,” my core burned at the words, “I was telling Shanti about it when she showed up later. Asking her if she’d ever had one.” He groaned with my nose buried in his pubes. “Then bam she was all over me, I was confused but not about to turn it down.”

“You said she knows what’s going on?” Harvey asked.

I pulled back, my breathing heavy with spit dribbling off my chin. “Every second of it,” I confirmed while stroking Richie’s dick.

“But then why?”

“The secret was out,” I ran my tongue along the shaft. “We graduate in less than a month, I had asked Richie not to tell anyone.”

Richie shrugged, “There’s no way I could keep this from Harv. But that’s it, I promise. And this way we don’t have to stop hanging out together.” He was right, the three of us always hung out together. It would’ve become suspicious if Richie and I were always sneaking off or spending time alone. And we all knew that Richie wouldn’t be able to just not use my hypnotic trigger. What 18 year old boy could?

“Mmhmm, it better be,” I said before taking his cock back into my mouth.

“How did this happen to you?” Harvey asked.

I groaned as I was **** to pull his cock free again. “I was visiting family over winter break. My cousin introduced me to this college guy she’d been talking to. Turns out he had been practicing hypnotism from videos on youtube. And well,” I shrugged gesturing at Richie’s spit soaked cock.

“What about trying to reverse it?” Harvey suggested.

Richie scoffed, “You traitor.” I laughed, causing me to gag. The truth was that we tried. My cousin’s friend had his fun with the two Indian high school seniors that he had sneaked into his dorm room. But when he tried to reverse the effects he couldn’t put us under again. We spent the rest of winter break looking up tutorials on the internet, but nothing worked. After a while we gave up, “dragon fruit” wasn’t a terribly common phrase.

“I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right. What we just take advantage of our friend?” Harvey contested. It was kind of sweet seeing how concerned he was in the face of free blowjobs.

The truth was that I kind of liked it now. I had lived a sheltered life with my traditional Indian parents. It had taken years before they would let me hang out with the guys outside of school. If they had thought I had a boyfriend, I’d be grounded until… well until I was married. But now with the trigger, I had been **** to explore my sexuality and turns out I loved it.

Richie’s cock was throbbing against my tongue. In my relatively short experience, I had already learned the signs and knew he was close. I pumped my hand faster and faster, flicking my tongue along the underside of his cock head. “Oh fuck, Shanti! I’m cumming.” Richie’s seed filled my mouth, shot after shot covered my tongue. The hypnosis caused a burning need deep within my core. I eagerly swallowed, sating the hypnosis for now.

The taste of semen lingered in my mouth. I wondered if Harvey would actually use the trigger word. I hoped he would, but I wasn’t about to admit that. If Harvey didn’t want it, I wasn’t going to **** him.

Richie’s at least had the forethought to grab a hand towel this time. I used it to wipe the excess spit from my mouth, before tossing it to him so he can clean himself. “So what now?” I asked. Would Harvey say “dragon fruit” or would we return to our normal routine, a movie or some video games?

I watched Harvey nervously twiddle his thumbs. “I, well, if you’re okay with it,” he gulped. “I mean unless, or rather,” he stumbled over his words.

It was kind of funny, but the anticipation was killing me. I wanted this just as much as he did. “If you want it all you have to do is say the word,” I said staring him down. Richie was laughing as he pulled his pants back up.

“Da-da-dragon fruit,” Harvey finally managed to spit out. The burning sensation in my core flared back to life. I dropped back off the couch, kneeling in front of my other closest friend. Harvey was a good deal tanner than Richie, but it still didn’t compare to my natural skin tone. His thighs were pale, they had obviously not received enough sunlight to match the rest of his complexion.

Harvey’s dick was just a touch longer than Richie’s, which would’ve been an odd thing for me to know even just last semester. He was already hard, I rubbed my thumb over his tip. The way his body shuddered I was worried he might explode then and there.

I pressed my luck, running my tongue along his shaft half expecting him to finish before I reached the head. I could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the couch cushions. “Fuck Shanti, that’s amazing,” he moaned. I had barely even started.

I swallowed his cock in one fluid motion. I felt his legs tense under my hands, a grunt, the scraping of his nails against the suede of the couch. He was trying his best to hold on, wanting it to last as long as possible. It felt silly to me, he would always be able to just go again. He knew the magic word.

His grunts and the sounds of me gagging filled Richie’s room. It was a good thing his parents were working, because the sounds were unmistakable. I bobbed my head, my pace quickening with each motion, Harvey’s hips instinctively started thrusting. Until finally he admitted defeat, “Shanti! Ungh, I’m cumming.” I didn’t stop, as his cock shot streak after streak of my reward into my waiting mouth. He fell limp against the couch, and I swallowed to sate my hypnotic trance.

“So what movie?” I asked taking my seat between them.

We made it almost half way through the movie before Richie whispered “Dragon fruit,” in my ear. The flood gates were open. The rest of the movie was blowjob after blowjob. I wondered if the rest of my senior year would be like this, constantly blowing my best friends. Or would they get used to it and slow down? Or perhaps they’d grow guilty and stop altogether. There were parts of me that wanted each of those options.

“Shanti,” Harvey huffed out of breath, “Your curfew.” He held up his phone, the clock telling me that I needed to go.

Shit, I started grabbing all my stuff. “You’ve got a little,” Richie said, pointing at his chin. I wiped the back of my hand across my chin, a string of cum was smeared across it. I licked it off without thinking, without the burning in my core.

“See you guys on Monday,” I said, leaving the two boys drained on the couch. I ran all the way to the subway station, barely making it on my train. I slumped on the bench, the train car was empty. Well almost empty. There was me and a guy across from me.

He was quite the slob. His white shirt was covered in grease stains and stretched over his gut. “Hey girlie, why don’t you come over here?” he laughed patting the seat next to him. His words slurred, he was obviously drunk.

I ignored him. I dug through my bag to find my windbreaker. It crinkled as I threw the blue jacket on. “Oooh, that’s a pretty jacket. What’s that all over it?” he asked, pointing at the patterning of red spiky fruit. “They some kind of flower?” he stumbled across, catching himself on the pole before plopping down next to me. “You’re real pretty, you know?” he said, reaching out to brush my hair behind my ear.

“They aren’t flowers,” I told him.

“Oh yeah? Then what are they?” he said, staring at my jacket. Or he could just be staring at my chest who’s to say.

The overpowering stench of booze wafted off the fat disgusting man. I gulped rethinking what I was about to say. “They’re dragon fruit,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“Huh? They’re dragons? But where’s their wings?” he slurred, poking one of the fruits on my tit.

I bit my lip, this was stupid. But I’d already come this far. “They’re dragon fruit,” I said trying not to sound eager.

“I’ve never heard of those,” he said, his poking slowly turning into a grope. “They taste good?”

My nerves were on edge. Why wouldn’t he just say the damn word? Why did I need him to say it? Couldn’t I just suck him off without the hypnotism, if I really wanted to do it? No, I don’t want to. It’s the rush of the trance, or at least that’s what I told myself. “Yep, I really love DRAGON FRUIT,” I emphasized the words.

“I’ll have to try one of them dang-on fruits,” he said, his hand still cupping my breast.

“Dragon fruit,” I corrected, barely holding it together.

“Yeah, a dragon fruit.” The words finally slipped from his drunken mouth. My core reigniting with a deep need to swallow cum. Without another word, I dropped to my knees on the subway floor. “What are you doing?” he asked, but not trying to stop me as I undid his fly.

Compared to my friends, his cock was much smaller. It also reeked like the rest of him. But none of it mattered in that moment, my hypnosis had activated, with a bit of prodding, and now all that mattered was getting a mouthful of cum. I stroked and sucked on his member, ignoring the dirty taste.

“Damn, girl. You got quite the mouth on you. I’m not sure what I did to deserve this,” he groaned. My skin crawled as he pet my head.

His cock barely reached the back of my mouth, I quickly bobbed it in and out. Twisting my tongue around his shaft. I heard the speaker come on, I couldn’t make out the words but I knew it meant my stop was coming up fast. I had wasted so much of the trip just getting the bastard to say the word that now I might not be able to actually finish.

If I missed my stop, I would miss curfew. “Are you close?” I hoped. Maybe I could find another guy between the subway station and my family’s apartment. Ugh, it’s late, our street was usually empty at this hour.

“I’d be a lot closer if I got a look at them sweet titties,” he said, licking his lips. I hated myself in that moment, why couldn’t I just leave it all alone? I threw off my jacket, tossing it on my bag. My shirt and bra were next. I was now topless on the subway knelt in front of a drunk slob with his cock out. “Damn,” he said, pinching my brown nipples between his greasy fingers. “Let me taste them,” he requested.

I didn’t have time to argue. I stood bringing my chest to his face. I kept stroking his cock not wanting to lose any progress. He suckled for a minute, teasing my nipple with his tongue. “Please hurry,” I begged. I had postponed my hypnotic urge once, and I felt like I would explode, and that was only postponing it by maybe half an hour. I didn’t want to have to wait till morning.

“Let me fuck ‘em,” he said, pushing me back down. My stop would be coming up any moment. I wrapped my tits around his cock, squeezing them together with my hands as I bounced my tits along his dick.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I stopped. He was taking my bra, folding it up and trying to shove it in his pocket. He didn’t stop, but the train started to. “Shit, this is my stop,” I said. The platform was empty as the train slowed.

“I guess I’ll just have to finish this myself,” he said, stroking his cock.

Shit. “If you get off here, I’ll be able to finish it,” I said, **** for the release.

“We going to fuck?” he asked, watching me grab my bag and head for the opening door. I gulped. Was I really willing to lose my virginity to this drunk slob? The burning need in my core wanted one thing, and it didn’t care how I got it. The risk of being able to find another donor was too great.

“Fine,” I said and he followed me off the train. It pulled away, leaving him and me alone on the empty platform.

He took a seat on a bench, not even bothering to find somewhere private. Although there’s nobody around, so technically. My stomach was doing flips. “Let’s see that pretty little pussy,” he said, reaching out and managing to hook a finger into my waistband. I stood frozen as he pulled me in close, his fingers stumbling to undo my pants.

After what felt like forever, he pulled my pants down, my panties joining them. He ran his fingers along my virgin pussy. I shuddered, this fat drunk slob was the first person to ever touch me like this. He was about to take my virginity too. I don’t even know his name. He pulled me in closer. I stumbled with my pants still around my knees, falling against him. He kissed me. Then it hit me, despite all the cock sucking I’d done thanks to the hypnosis, I still hadn’t kissed a boy.

His tongue **** its way into my mouth. He tasted of booze. I wondered if I would get a contact buzz from his saliva. His fingers slipped inside of me, I moaned from the sudden intrusion. I needed this over with, curfew was quickly approaching. I started kicking my legs trying to get my pants off.

Now fully stripped, I climbed onto his lap. My flat teen stomach against his round gut, his fingers still inserted into my pussy. His fingers left and he moved them up to his mouth, licking my fluids off his dirty digits. “Mmm, delicious.”

I felt his cock pressing against me. I gulped, one more motion and my virginity would be gone. Forever lost to a drunk slob on a subway platform. He grabbed my hips taking away my last moment of virginity. I sat in his lap for a second, my heart racing. I bounced myself on his cock, bracing myself on his shoulders. The clock was ticking, I couldn’t miss curfew.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. His mouth found my chest, sucking hard on my hard brown nipples. His teeth teased my flesh as he lightly bit on my tit. I moaned out from all the new experiences. I could feel an orgasm coming on, my arms wrapped around his head, holding him tight to my chest. My hips bucked, my sex **** for its release, my core burning for his release.

Everything swept over me, my moans echoed off the tiled walls of the platform. I spasmed atop him, my inner walls clenched around his cock. He bit harder, sending shocks of pain through my body. He grunted out, “I’m cumming.” His cock throbbed inside of me, warmth shot up inside of me.

I sat there for a moment out of breath. Until I remembered curfew. I rolled off the drunk slob onto the bench next to him. My hypnotic urges still needed to be fulfilled by swallowing his cum. I dug my fingers into my sensitive pussy, hooking out globs of cum. I licked them clean, before going back for more.

“Damn, you’re a dirty slut,” he said. He had stood up, and then I noticed the phone in his hand. Was he filming me? Were those my panties in his hand? The clock on the wall told me I didn’t have time to fight him. I pulled more cum from my no longer virginal pussy, trying to sate the hypnotic trance. The burning faded after I licked another glob from my fingers.

The man was still recording, but I needed to hurry. I threw on my clothes, what I had left, my underwear now belonging to the slob. I grabbed my bag and ran up the stairs of the platform. I was right, the street was empty.

“It’s late, Shanti,” Mum called out as I entered the apartment.

I checked my phone, “I made it before curfew, Mum.”

“It’s still too close,” she called back.

“Sorry,” I gave in and rushed down the hall to my room. I flung myself down on the bed. And before I knew it, I was fishing out another taste of the stranger’s cum from my pussy.