Emily's transformation

After emptying his spunk in you he rolls off the bed and goes to fiddle with the cameras. You feel disgusted and ashamed but you don't feel bound to this man's service. You're beginning to think the curse is a big lie. You may be knocked up with a stranger's baby, but at least you won't be a ****.

He approaches the bed again, this time holding the video camera. He proceeds to flip you on your stomach and fuck you doggy style. You don't resist, after all, the damage is done. After shooting in you again, he tell you to get on your knees and get some great POV video of you cleaning his messy cock. When you're done, he pats you on your head, calling you a good girl, and goes to the bathroom to clean up. You hurriedly slip the dress over your head, grab your purse and flee the room.

Darryl doesn't hear the door shut due to the water being on. When he comes out of the bathroom he curses to find you gone. "God damn it, can't believe I let that sexy bitch get away..." he muttered. Oh well, he thought, at least I have that video, hopefully I'll run into her again one day.

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You call a cab from a payphone a couple blocks from the motel. The cab driver notices your state of dishevelment and gives you a lusty stare in the mirror. You blush and try to ignore it. When you get home you are relieved to find no one else is there. You quickly make your way to your room, semen leaking out of your bare pussy and running down your leg. You take a shower, trying to feel clean.

Later, at dinner, your mom asks you about your day. You make up a story about a movie with friends, blushing when you think about what you were really doing.

That night you dream. You are back in the motel room with Darryl. He is naked, his ebony skin gleaming, he massive cock erect. You are wearing your cheerleader uniform, or more accurately a slutty fantasy version of your cheerleader uniform. Tighter, with a much skimpier cut to the bust and skirt. Your hair is up in pigtails. You stand before him submissively with your hands folded in front of you, eyes downcast, focused on the ebony meatstick in front of you.

"Service me with your mouth, slut." He orders you in a stern voice.

"Yes, Master." You meekly reply. You get down on your knees and go to town on his cock with your wet mouth. Slurping up and down with gusto, savoring the feeling of is thick cock between your ruby lips. It seems to last for a long time. When he's finally ready to shoot he grabs the sides of your head and orders you to look him in the eyes.

"You're mine now, bitch, I own your ass." he growls. You stare up at him, doe-eyed. With a roar he unleashes his sperm into your mouth. You have an orgasm at the same instant and wake with a start. You discover your pajamas and sheets soaked with your juices....