Cursed: Can't Say No

[WP] "so...this is awkward" "I told you I couldn't say no" "I didn't think you meant that literally !"

From: u/melonrose7

We sat parked on the side of the road. My shirt miles behind us. "So… this is awkward," he finally broke the silence.

"I told you I couldn't say no," I huffed, keeping my arms crossed over my bare chest.

"I didn't think you meant that literally!" he was trying his best not to look but I caught him making glances my way. "Should we go back for it?"

"I don't know," I said glancing back at the way we came.

Then Dean spoke my mind, "I'm not sure we'd even be able to find it, maybe we should just get you a new one at the next gas station?"

"Sounds good," I slumped into my seat.

After a few moments, Dean spoke up again, "Wait, do you actually want to get a new shirt ahead or did you only agree cause I said so?"

I chuckled, "No, trust me I would very much like a new shirt. The curse is only when I'm told or asked to do something."

"Ah, like when I joked about throwing your shirt out the window?"

"Yea, kinda like that," I couldn't help but chuckle. "So just be careful, please."

"Sure thing," he said as a devilish grin swept across his face. My stomach was in knots as he started, "But Mel, there is a slight issue with my car, could you be a doll and hold the roof up for me?"

I tried resisting but just like every other time with the witch's curse, I was unable to stop myself. I raised my hands planting them firmly against the roof of the car, leaving my chest exposed to Dean and anyone who happened to glance through the windows as we sped down the highway. "I'm going to kill you." I could feel my cheeks growing red as I caught a man looking over from our right.

"Not if I tell you not to," Dean laughed, "but you should flip off swerving Steve over there." The other car was all over the place since the man's eyes were elsewhere, with my hands now free I gave him the bird and recovered my chest.

"That was not funny," I pouted.

"It was a little funny," he teased back. "But you were telling me about this curse before disposing of your clothes."

I drew a deep breath. "Yea, so I was walking home and this witch appeared by my side. Of course I didn't know it, she was asking all these weird questions and then wanted a lock of my hair. Obviously I said no, but the witch had other plans. One curse later and I lopped off a hunk of hair," I showed him the shorter strands hidden beneath the rest. "I pleaded for her to reverse it, but she told me that it could only be undone by passing naked through a waterfall under the light of the full moon."

"Ah, so that's why we're driving out to the middle of nowhere."

"Exactly. I've spent the past week cooped up inside. Called in sick from work, just avoiding all human contact. Then this morning my car wouldn't start, and I wasn't about to call a mechanic in this state."

"Probably a good call."

"Yea, still wound up topless anyways," I shot daggers at Dean.

"Hey that's not my fault, wouldn't you agree?"

The words fell from my mouth in a monotone, "Of course it wasn't your fault." I quickly covered my mouth, surprised at my own words.

"Exactly it was all that witch's fault. You'll have to carry a water bottle in case of a second encounter," he joked, leading to the both of us laughing.

Dean sang a couple rounds of 'If You're Happy and You Know it,' which led to myself clapping, patting my head, or once when Dean felt particularly daring, honked my boobs.

He pulled up to the gas station at the next exit. "So should I get it or you?" he grinned, teasing me with the thought of walking inside while topless.

"I sincerely hope you can handle buying a shirt."

He opened his door but leaned down to look in, "You're fine with a child's medium, right?"

My words betrayed me once again, "Sounds good." I tried my best to give him a pleading look, hoping that Dean would do the right thing.

I watched as Dean made his way inside. Just as the door closed behind him, a truck pulled up next to the car, blocking my view. The rumbling died down and a man jumped down. I hoped he wouldn't notice me, I held myself still trying to be as small as possible. Not even a breath escaping my lips.

That was until I heard a tapping knock on the window. I sighed looking over, and he instantly asked me to roll down the window which I was obliged to do. "You okay, little Missy?"

"All good," I quickly replied before trying to roll up the window.

He put his hand in the way, "Woah no reason to be hasty, just trying to be nice. It's not everyday I see a half naked beauty sitting outside Daryl's. Now what happened to your shirt?"

The curse bubbled up inside me, I was on the verge of telling the stranger everything, but just barely managed to answer with "I lost it." I was relieved to have not explained the curse to him, and quickly returned to my own plan of getting him to leave me alone. "I'm just waiting on my boyfriend to get me a new one."

I thought the mention of a boyfriend had saved the day, but the stranger instead just glanced over his shoulder, "Well, I'll give you my shirt, in exchange for a feel. Sound like a deal?"

My stomach did flips as my mouth answered for me, "Deal."

It was immediately obvious that he didn't expect that answer. But he didn't waste any time, slipping his arm through the open window. His thumb flicked over my nipple, as his palm cupped it. "Damn," he mumbled as his hand swapped breasts, my nipples grew erect from the stimulation. "Mind if I have a taste?"

"Sure," I said, much to the stranger's surprise. He's bold enough to ask but not stupid enough to expect a yes.

He leaned through the window, his tongue flicked over my stiff bud, as his lips formed a suction, his hand still kneaded my other breast. I glanced over his back in hopes of seeing Dean but the truck blocked my view. "You like that?"

I swallowed, postponing my answer as long as the curse would allow, every second being another chance for Dean to appear. "Yes."

"You dirty girl," he growled, "You want to come around back with me? We can have some real fun then."

Damn it Dean, where are you. My hand was on the handle, the stranger stood up straight as the door began to swing open. "You really are a naughty one, huh?"

"Yes," I conceded as he guided me around the side of the building. I glanced back hoping Dean would appear in that moment. The stranger's arm was wrapped around me, his hand resting on my chest.

"Right here will do," he said, stopping us by a stack of milk crates. My back pressed against the stone wall of the building. He slid in close, his hands took stock of my body while he pressed a kiss to my lips. His mouth tasted of cinnamon and then I felt a wad of gum pass between us. I recoiled at the thought, pulled back enough to spit the red chewing gum out. "On your knees," he groaned as he grinded against my leg.

He gave me just enough space to slide down the wall. He unzipped his pants, fishing his hardening member from its home, long strands of black public hair stuck out alongside it. "Fuck let's feel those lips on my dick," he said. Between the guiding **** of his hand and the compulsion of the curse, it was mere moments before I kissed the head of his cock.

It twitched, flexing against my lips. His hand pushed and I instinctively let it slip into my mouth. Just as I realized I could pull away, the stranger spoke up, "Just like that," reactivating the curse. I wasn't likely to leave until he finished or Dean found us.

My mouth filled with his manhood, but also the taste of sweat and his musk overwhelmed my sense of smell. He urged me deeper, his cock slid over my tongue, the loose hairs tickled my nose. His fingers laced through my hair, pressuring me up and down his shaft. I gagged and he let up, thick strands of saliva dripped, trailing down my chin and falling to my bare chest. He caressed my face with his spit soaked cock, as he asked, "You think you can take the whole thing?"

My breathing was heavy, and his cock was just large enough that I wasn't sure of my ability but my curse ridden mouth answered with the affirmative. "That's a good girl," he cooed as his cock twitched, slapping against my cheek.

His hands and the curse worked in tandem, pushing me further and further. Each inch passed lips, over my tongue, and pushed to the back of my throat. I gagged but the curse kept me from pushing away and my verbal consent steadied the stranger's hands. My throat spasmed attempting to expel the intrusion, but it pushed further until finally my face pressed against his jeans. The metal of his zipper digging into my cheeks, his pubes against my nose, and his hand tightening in my hair, as he let's out a groan. A twitch setting off my gag reflex as he finally removed himself from my mouth. "Fucking hell," he huffed, "mmm, you ready? Beg for it." He stroked himself in my face, my chest having with each **** breath.

"Please cum for me," I pleaded, as the curse formed my words. "Please, please, please. I need it."

He grunted as the first jet of cum streaked across my nose. The first taste of his seed filled my mouth, a tanginess coated my tongue. I felt each twitch of his cock as more jizz dribbled and shot into my waiting mouth. "That's fucking hot," he commented as he wiped the last drops against my cheek. "Play with it," he said. My tongue danced, swimming in the white pool of a stranger's cum. "Dirty dirty girl, swallow." Without a second's hesitation, I closed my mouth and with one big gulp emptied the contents. "Say thank you."

The taste of him lingered as my mouth followed his command, "Thank you."

His cock twitched, he leaned back looking around the milk crates. "Still no sign of your guy, what do you say we fit a quickie in while we wait?"

"Okay," I said. He dragged me back to my feet, turning me to face the wall. He undid my pants, tugging them down, giving up just above my knees. I could feel my phone vibrating against my leg. It could be Dean.

I reached for my phone hoping to signal him. But as my hand went lower, he said "Yea, touch yourself you dirty girl." And my hopes of reaching my phone were dashed as my hand went to my crotch instead of my pocket. He pressed me against the wall, as he teased my folds with his still erect member.

I let out a moan as he filled me from behind. My fingers rubbed my clit as he pistoned within me. He paused when in the distance we heard Dean shout "Mel!"

"Shhh, is that your guy?" he asked. I nodded, "Be quiet, and maybe he won't find us."

My voice died in my throat, as he began fucking me once again. He used one hand on my hip for leverage, while the other snaked around to my chest, playing with my nipples.

Dean's calls grew louder, he must've been coming around the side of the building. Each thrust pushed me towards the wall, my free hand braced myself, keeping my face off the hot stone wall. His motions grew faster and rougher. The crates were 3 layers thick, and I could barely make out the sight of motion on the other side. Would Dean be able to make us out?

"Mel!" his voice was frantic. The stranger, not realizing I was cursed into silence, attempted to gag me with his fingers. His digits **** my tongue down. "Shh," he encouraged silence once again as his thrusts never stopped.

He growled in my ear as he gave one final thrust. I felt his cock twitching as a stream of warmth filled my core. My own fingers mixed with the new sensation, and the thrill of the debauchery pushed my own climax over the edge. My legs quivered but the moans of ecstasy never escaped my cursed silence.

"Mel!" Dean shouted again. I reached out with my free hand, no longer worried about being pressed into the wall, I grabbed a nearby milk crate and pulled a tower down around us.

The stranger pulled out dodging the falling plastic. I took the opportunity to reveal myself to Dean. Stumbling out from behind the milk crates as I pulled my pants back into place. "Mel!" he shouted as he saw me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, pointing over at the stranger as he tucked himself back into his pants. "Why aren't you, oh, you can talk," he said, answering his own question.

"Let's just get out of here," I said, grabbing the shirt from Dean's hands.

"Come back anytime," the stranger called out after me.

We jumped back in the car and took off, just as my new acquaintance rounded the corner. "I'm sorry, Mel. I was just playing around, thinking maybe a couple people would see you sitting there. I didn't think about the possibilities."

I placed a hand on his arm. "I'll be okay, I've had worse sexual encounters," I teased. "But let's go break this curse." Then I looked down and saw my new shirt, and immediately cracked up, "Why did they even have this?"

"I know, right?" he laughed, glancing over as I held out my shirt to read "I'd rather be topless!" I sat back in my seat. "It just felt too perfect not to get it. Chex mix?" he offered me the bag, which I happily took trying to rid my mouth of the lingering taste. Then I saw the Dr. Pepper sat in the cup holder and took a big drink to wash away any hint of cum.