Life as a cocksleeve (Chantal’s side)

The worst part of all of this.. Chantal fumed for the fiftieth time since being turned back into a cocksleeve..

Is. How. FUCKING. Boring it is.

She could hear and feel and see everything since he changed her back.

Chantal could still taste his cock in her mouth and felt a little bit of cum still on her face from the other day.

She watched and heard the entire conversation with Liz and watched as he used her as a fleshlight.

Seeing that goth bitch get face fucked was satisfying tho. She totally deserved it.

Once that was done, all Chantal had to do was look at his room from the perspective she had. Saw his computer, his bed, the dresser, a couple of totally lame art pieces on the wall.

‘I mean’ she thought ‘who gets landscapes on the wall when you can pick something much better’ she tried to shake her head but couldn’t.

The blinds on the window were closed most of the way so she couldn’t keep track of time. He came back and went to bed ‘he’s probably going to snore!’

When he didn’t she realized she hadn’t slept for a while. Maybe she could??

She closed her eyes and eventually got to sleep..

Her dreams were strange and involved him turning her into all kinds of sex objects. Chantal felt herself getting wet at the thought in spite of herself.

She swore she could almost feel his cock entering her..

Then she opened her eyes and realized he was gripping her and pulling her down, his cock sliding in and filling her up.

‘Here we go again’ she thought.

Then she heard the sounds of slurping and was able to see he was watching that video he took of her blowing him