Megan's POV

Megan laid on her bed, squeezing a breast hard while fingering herself in a frenzy. She moaned lewdly. The blonde tried to think, tried to reason. But words reverberated in her head.

"I'm a cockslut for hot guys! I'm a sexy slut deep down!"

She began imagining the two guys tag teaming her and whimpered in arousal, feeling the edge of an orgasm approaching. It was so hot, being fucked by her crush while she kept such a demeaning blowjob!

Names evaded her mind. She just remembered their dicks. It bugged her, knowing this was because of the spell and what long dick in the bathroom said. But seeing thick long dick see her like that, to see him resist and look at her with sympathy.

"Ugh! Why didn't you take me?" Megan groaned in frustration feeling the moment of weakness kill her build up. "Why did I stop?"

The busty blonde college girl wanted to get off, hell she needed even more. But the more she thought about that moment, the more her aroused and frenzied haze cleared. She remembered long dick catching her leaving the bathroom with his dick out. She remembered him taking control, confident and assuming. She was confident she was a strong person. That she could keep herself to just naughty flirting.

She wanted to prove to herself she could for herself.

But once those greedy hands fell on her she felt something new. The perspective of a womanizer. What he needed her to be. And it consumed her. Collapsing with heavy gasps she sighed, "I'm a cock slut? No. Nice dick likes me. He thinks I can be more."

A strange warmth soothed her. "Ryan?" She saw his form walk in and felt a conflict. She wanted to cry, worried what he thought of her. Afraid he'd leave her on her own after seeing her true nature. But she also felt the words from before echoing in her skull, making her horny and eager for another round with Ryan's amazing rod. "Can you fuck me before we talk? I'm still a cockslut and that's all I'm good for!"

Ryan muttered something before locking the door and taking his clothes off. She felt him enter and she felt more at home than ever. She loved his dick. Megan moaned and rutted back against him in a fervour, the forbidden orgasm rapidly approaching.

Her frantic and whorish fucking slowly turned to lovemaking and when she felt him finish on her stomach she looked up at him and blushed. They promised to stay friends until the end but her feelings were mixing with his. Megan wanted him, ached to beg for him to let her be his. But the bathroom haunted her. No longer becoming a sexy fun memory. She needed to be stronger. She needed to prove to herself she deserved him.

But until then she pulled him into a kiss and felt her heart melt.