Good things are worth repeating, even if wrong

Her calmness, the detachment in her eyes, was becoming unsettling. Whatever fleeting satisfaction you'd derived from her initial submission was rapidly evaporating, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. You needed to see her in there, not just this placid automaton awaiting instructions.

But another line of thinking began worming its way into your mind, a seductive counterpoint to the guilt. A justification. You two have known each other forever. She's the one who put you in this position. You never would have dreamed of doing anything like this if she hadn't told you about the curse first. This wasn't something you had sought out; it had been thrust upon you. And what if... what if this was meant to happen? What if fate had orchestrated all of this?

Curses are given for a reason, aren't they? A voice whispered inside your head. Maybe this was your reward for being such a good friend, for putting up with her moods and whims all these years. The universe was giving you this chance to finally get what you wanted. But this blank Maisie had to go anyway.

"Maisie," you began, your voice tight, "you will no longer be calm, you will be happy, enthusiastic, and horny." A slow smile spread across her face, transforming her entire demeanor. Her eyes, once distant and vacant, now sparkled with a mischievous light.

"I am waiting," she purred, running a hand through her hair before giving it a little shake. She leaned forward again, this time with a predatory gleam in her eye. "So, what do you want to do next?"

Usually, blowjobs don't come in succession. It either ends there, or goes to the 'return the favor' phase, or lovers proceed to the main course. But not at that moment. You could break any rule of how sex usually goes.

"Maisie, blow me again."

She didn’t hesitate; her cum-strained lips stretched into a wide grin. “With pleasure,” she panted, already unzipping your pants once more.

The second time was entirely different. It took some time for her to bring you to full hardness so soon after the first time. But her enthusiasm, the eroticism of her messy face, and the knowledge that you owned her was helping. Her fingers fondled your balls as her tongue traced the underside of your cock, sending sparks of electricity straight up your spine. She looked up at you with those big eyes, now filled with lust and devotion instead of empty calm obedience. The sight was breathtaking, an incredible sight of a beautiful girl, utterly devoted to your pleasure.

Her mouth felt even hotter this time, wetter, more insistent. She moaned actually enjoying it. One of her hands trailed away, down, between her legs, rubbing herself through the clothes. Her free hand moved to cup your balls, rolling them gently, applying just enough pressure to drive you wild. Maisie had some experience - this must be how she stayed a virgin while dating.

"Little oral whore," you whispered, your consciousness easing on her not being an innocent, naive girl. Her temples and cheeks flushed red with arousal, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she worked your cock with increasing speed. The slurping sounds grew louder, mixing with her muffled moans of pleasure.

Her fingers down below must be doing their job well, because her moaning became more urgent, her hips starting to buck against her own hand. The dual sensation of giving you pleasure while receiving it herself seemed to be pushing her toward the edge. And that was the final straw for you. With a guttural groan, you erupted. And she pulled away immediately, the standing instruction of her feeling your orgasm and making you come on her face was activated.

The result was spectacular. Somehow, you produced way more this time. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her face, coating her eyelashes, dripping down her cheekbones, and landing on her chin. She sat back, panting heavily, a mess of arousal and your release. She looked magnificent, debased and owned, and utterly happy with it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she caught her breath, her fingers still buried between her thighs, stroking herself. It was so wonderfully different from that earlier 'calm' blowjob. Not necessarily worse or better - different.

Then she came, tears coming out of her eyes, adding to the mess on her face and she cried out, "That was so hot! Fuck! I want more. Order your slut around more, please!" She panted, looking at you with ****, hungry eyes, cum dripping down her neck, her fingers still down there.