Panic! Blurt out, "Stop. We can't do this"

Fuck! That feels good. You can’t help wonder how good it would feel for your cock to actually be in Ms. Fellows’ mouth. Cars drive by on the highway, as your teacher drags her tongue slowly over the bulge in your jeans. You clear your throat, “Uh… Em… Emily, stop. We can’t do this.”

She freezes. She’s not licking the crotch of your jeans, or puffing her breath onto your cock anymore, but she’s still leaning over, her face hovering over your crotch. If someone notices what’s going on, it’ll be bad for both of you.

“You don’t have to do anything, Dave. Just let me please you. I want to make you cum. That way I’ll know that I pleased you. That’s the only thing that matters. Let me make you feel good.” She pleads.

Despite your fear, it’s the most tempting offer you’ve ever gotten in your life. However, it’s obvious that she’s had some kind of mental breakdown. Taking advantage of her when she’s not in her right mind would be kind of a dick move. Plus, she’s unstable, and you don’t know if it would be safe having her teeth anywhere near your cock.

You consider just jumping out of the car, and running back. You’re not sure how Ms. Fellows would react to that though. She might turn her car around and chase you down. Maybe if you can get her someplace quiet, less public, you can figure out how to deal with her. “Emily… I don’t want to do this here, on the side of the road, where anyone can see. Let’s go back to your place.”

She sits back up, “Oh right… You’re so smart Dave. This isn’t a good place. My place is much more private and comfortable.” She checks her mirrors and pulls back onto the road, making a u-turn and heading back. “I’m just… so impatient to get started, but it’s your first time, isn’t it?” She asks. “I should make it perfect for you, not just some rushed head on the side of the road. Back at my place, I can do anything you want. You can take your time and do anything you’ve ever dreamed of with me.” She smiles and shakes her head. “I was being so silly. I really should let you make all the decisions. You know best.”

You stare at her. This was the same woman who gave you a B- on your last essay, because you didn’t pay close enough attention to the details of characters in the book you read.

“Ms… Emily. What if I told you not to resign? To keep teaching?” you ask.

She bites her lip. “It would be a huge ethical violation, fucking a student. That’s why I thought quitting and getting away together makes the most sense. If I didn’t resign, we’d have to keep things secret, or I’d get fired and wouldn't be able to keep teaching anyway. But if that’s what you want, I’d do it.”

You’re starting to get the idea that Ms. Fellows might just do whatever you tell her. But if she wants to do what you say, why was she **** you? “Emily, tell me why you’re doing this. Why are you suddenly willing to throw away your career, and ruin your reputation to be with me?”

She blinks as she thinks about your question. “I… have to. I can’t think of anything but you, Dave. It started with a dream about you two nights ago, and it just keeps getting more and more intense. I think about you, and I just… know… you’re perfect and deserve everything good. I should do everything I can to please you and make you happy.” She swallows. “And I have to touch you. I need your body. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t have your cock, your cum.” She shakes her head. “It’s not normal… is it? The way I’m behaving. The way I’m thinking. I can’t stop though, and I don’t want to. Deep down, I know I’ve found my true purpose.”

You’ve never heard of any kind of mental illness that hits so suddenly, or a brain injury that makes a person obsess on fucking and pleasing one particular person. You’re not a psychiatrist, but when you think about it, you’re pretty sure someone would have made porn about it, if it was a thing that ever really happened. Something really weird is going on.

When she mentions a dream about you two nights ago, something nags at your memory. You messed around with that spell from that strange website two nights ago. Didn’t that say something about dreams? You were trying to make Tracey obsessed with you, and willing to do anything you wanted. That’s exactly how Ms. Fellows is acting. It’s ridiculous, but what if it’s true?

You look at Ms Fellows. She looks generally the same as Tracey — tall, pretty, blonde. You see them both at the same time and place every day. Could the spell have mixed them up? But magic isn’t real, and you’re not a wizard. You weren’t even taking it seriously. You were just goofing around, to have some fantasy to jerk off to.

By the time Ms Fellows is pulling into the parking lot of her condo, you’ve decide you have to find that website again, and find out more about the spell to see if it really could have worked on her. Then how you can turn it off. “Emily, when we get inside, I’d like to use your computer for a little bit. Is that OK.”

“Anything you want is OK, silly.” She giggles. “Are you going to look up some porn to show me what you fantasize about, so I can do it for you?” she asks eagerly, as she parks her car.

“What?! No…” It does sound like a hot idea though. “I… just need to look something up… in private.”

She pouts, but nods. “Of course you can do anything you want.” Then she grins at you “Could we do my idea after that, maybe?” she asks in a meek voice. She squirms in her car seat, rubbing her thighs together. “I want to make any fantasy you have come true, Dave.” Your cock throbs. It’s going to be hard concentrating on finding that spell again.

You get inside and she shows you her computer on a desk in a corner of her small living room. Ms. Fellows leans over you, rubbing your shoulders as you start searching for the website. Its probably better if she doesn’t see anything about mind controlling magic. “Emily, please wait in the bedroom for me. I might be a while.” you tell her.

She nods her head and reluctantly her hands pull away from you. “I… I will. But, please don’t be too long.” she pleads. “Do you mind… if I, um, start? Before you come join me? I want to be good and give you time, but I’m going crazy with need, Dave.”

You think she’s certainly going crazy with something, but agreeing is probably the best way to get her to go and keep her occupied for a while. You nod. “Yes. Yes you can. Just don’t come back out here until I tell you it’s OK.”

She smiles and says, “Thank you. You’re so good to me.” Then hurries off towards the bedroom.

You don’t remember the URL of the website, you just clicked on a link from some porn site you barely remember, so it takes a lot of searching and clicking on sketchy links. The whole time, you hear panting and moaning from down the hall. You’re pretty sure she left her bedroom door open. From time to time, she calls out, “Daaaave… pleeeease… hurry,” or, “I neeeed you.”

You’re about to give up, when you stumble on the site again. You breath out a sigh of relief, and open the description of the Enchantment of Eros spell. Your relief disappears when you read what it says. It’s permanent, and if the subject doesn’t get regular ‘contact’ they become more and more obsessed. Then you read physical contact in the first 24 hours after the spell is especially important, to keep the subject from becoming ‘dangerously obsessed’. That sounds like a good description of Ms. Fellows right now. Now you’re almost 100% confident that she’s under this spell. Fuck! This is messed up.

The website says she’s your responsibility for life. At this point, she can’t think for herself anymore. If you try to leave her alone, she’ll do something even more insane than trying to kidnap you for a beach vacation.

On the other hand, you’ve got a beautiful woman who will do anything you want, and who is essentially addicted to you and your cock. You think that’s probably not the worst trade-off right now, as you hear her from down the hall, begging you to come and use her body.