Enjoy your 'soup'

Your first thought was to put some clothes on, but as you try to reach for the wardrobe, your arms do not seem to be responding to you. Try as you might, they just won't budge. Your entire body began to move on its own, just like in the nightmare you had earlier, and walked towards the bed to sit at the edge. The bell boy stood in front of you, happily smiling at you as you were sitting inches away from his crotch. He asked if you were ready for your soup. You give him a raunchy grin and a nod as you look up at him, your voice came out as a rumble, purring loudly him about how hungry you were. In your mind, you wanted to shout and scream at him to get away, but no such words escaped from your now salivating mouth. Your hands reached out to begin undoing his belt and zipper, eyes transfixed on the tent on his pants. As soon as you pulled aside his boxers, his massive schlong whipped out to hover before your face. It was thick and intimidating, and you mentally whimper in protest. Despite this, your hand wrapped around the shaft, beginning a gentle jacking action as you kiss the tip. It was incredibly hot and sticky to the touch, especially as you begin licking the head, asking him what portioning of soup did he have. You hear him say between grunts that he had as much as you liked. As your heart sank, your body lets out an amused, **** coo, before you slide your lips all the way down his rod. You feel your insides stretch as you begin to dip his cock in and out of your mouth, from the base to the tip, lashing your tongue all over his throbbing meat.

As your body refused to answer to your consciousness, you were awash with shame, guilt and disgust. Here you were, naked and giving this man a blowjob for your 'soup', like some cheap slut who would fuck at a moment's notice. A woman of stature like yourself, reduced to some cock sucking whore for the local men. Your thoughts try to think back to the events of last night, trying to find a clue as to what might have happened, but you don't remember a thing. All you can seem to remember was the beat of the music that was thrumming in your head right now. Even as you seemed like you were enthusiastic about sucking this dick, you were horridly repulsed by the taste and texture, but there was nothing you could do about it. Your body simply did not do as you tell it to, as if something else was in control.

Suddenly, he lets out a loud cry and a thick rope of heat spewed out from the head of his dick to splash against your throat. You feel his hands grab onto the crown of your head to pull you into his thrusting hips, more and more of his spunk blasting out into your thickly sealed lips. He doesn't stop until one final thrust later, depositing the last wad with abandon. You could feel that the entirety of your mouth was filled up. Pulling out, you feel your tongue sloshing the thick goo around, a low rumbling moan tumbling out of your depths as you seem to be savoring it with every fiber of your being. It seemed to send tinges of ecstasy all throughout you, causing you to squirm and writhe in your seated position. In your excitement, a trickle of cum slipped out of the corner of your mouth, moments before you swallow it all. Immediately after, you stare up at the heavily breathing man, gently massaging his still hardened cock with your hands. You give it several kisses and laps, before the cycle begins anew as you once more push your face into his crotch.

You lost track of time as you go down on the portly bell boy twice more, letting him cum in your mouth and hungrily swallowing both his loads. In the end as you pull yourself out of his spent cock, dribbles of seed had stained the sheets, your ample tits and thighs. Your expression beamed at him, sensually thanking him for the delicious 'soup'. The bell boy seemed to respond to the gesture with a naughty squeeze of your right boob before leaving without another word. Your body immediately got up, hands sliding as much of the cum you had on your body to suckle into your mouth. Still without control, you head for the shower. As the warm water and soap washed away the dirt and slime from your skin, the music began to fade away.

By the time you were done, you seem to only vaguely remember what happened. You try to think back. You remember ordering food and answering the door, but not much else after that. Also, you do seem to have a strange bitter after taste in your mouth, and weird stains on the sheets at the edge of the bed. What these were to you remained a mystery.