Sending her out

After Barbara finished, she sat back.

"Well, I won't tell anyone you love the taste of your ass on a guy's cock if you don't want me to," said Kevin.

"Oh, thanks," said Barbara.

"Now, you need to ream out as much cum as you can from your ass then go shower. After you shower, fix yourself up like you had a hot date. Do you have any plans for later?"

"Spin class at 6."

Kevin looked at his phone. It was three o'clock. "OK, pull your work email up on your laptop before you shower. I'll email work and tell them you'l be taking the rest of the week off to recover. I'll keep the curse secret."

Barbara reached around her and stuck a finger up her butt. She winced, but in pleasure, as she stimulated her imaginary clit. After she reamed her finger around a bit, she took it out.

"Well, suck it. You really want to. You love the taste of both semen and your own ass, so go ahead." Kevin stood up and put his pants back on.

Barbara looked down then sucked her finger clean. She walked over to her computer and pulled up her email. She then went to the bathroom.

Kevin typed an email from Barbara's account: Dear bosses and fellow employees: I'm sorry for my behavior this morning. I had a breakdown. I consulted a therapist and after much discussion, we decided my breakdown was due to stress from a very frustrating sex life, a recent bout of bed wetting, which apparently is more psychological than physical, and stress from work as I have realized I am not as good at my job as my fellow paralegals. I am requesting the rest of the week off to recover. Thank you for understanding, Babs.

Kevin chuckled. He knew he was being rather immature, but loved it. Humiliating Barbara was not only pathetically easy due the fact she believed whatever he said no matter how ridiculous, but it was also turning him on. He got up and sat on the couch and waited for Barbara and watched TV.

Barbara came out some time later, all made up and wearing a little black dress.

"Damn, you look hot," said Kevin, "Now before you go to spin class, I have another task for you to help break the curse."

"Anything!" said Barbara, "I can't stand living like this."

"OK, for one thing, we don't know you cursed you, so do not text or email anyone but me and do not talk to anyone on the phone but me. Don't leave the apartment without my permission."

Barbara nodded. "I can see that. I wonder who the bitch was who cursed me!"

"'Bitch'? You think it's a woman?"

"Probably someone jealous of me," said Barbara.

"Well, you are the biggest dumbass at work," said Kevin, trying not to laugh. "Could be a co-worker."

Barbara thought for a moment then shook her head. "So what's the next task?"

"Oh, I did a lot of research on your curse while you were showering and such. It turns out the reason you need anal sex every day is that semen is very good for you."

"Really, hmmm,"

"Yep, so basically I gave you a semen enema earlier and you sucking my semen off my cock and your finger helped a lot. Semen is all natural, full of protein, and has been used in magic for centuries. Now, you need more."

"Are we having sex again?"

"No, for one thing, I'm still kinda spent. Here is what you need to do." Kevin got up and walked to the grocery bags. He took out a pack of bubble gum and tossed it to Barbara.

"What's with this?"

"This is going to sound strange, but it's very important to help contain the curse. Any time you leave the apartment, you must plug your rectum with a wad of bubblegum."

"Wow, really?"

"Hey, you need to trust me. Do must do what I say, when I say, and you'll get over this curse faster."

"Oh, you're right. I need to be more of a dumbass." Barbara took a piece of gum and started chewing it.

"OK, not only is semen really good to battle curses, it's great for your skin and hair. This is what you need to do. Go to an ATM and pull out $80. Then go to the park with those homeless teens. You know it?"

"Ugh, yeah, they're always panhandling."

"Well, you must pay four of them to cum on you. You need it, but you'll also orgasm when their cum hits you."

"Wow, I can't wait until this fucking curse is over!"

"Here's what you need to do. Pay one to let you suck him off and have hi cum on your face. Pay another to rub his dick on the back of your head until he cums on it, and give hand jobs to two more: one on either side of you until they cum on you. I'm sure $20 a piece will be more than enough for them."

Barbara looked disgusted. She shook her head. "When I find the bitch that did this to me...." She clenched her fists.

"Well, we'll get her, but first you must get more semen. Don't forget it's good for your hair and skin, and you will orgasm four more times."

"Yeah, but why am I all dressed up?"

"Well, aren't you a dumbass? Shouldn't you dress like it?"

"I guess you're right."

"I am right. When it comes to these matters, I'm always right. When you approach the teens, tell them you are the biggest dumbass on the block; they'll be more likely to help you. Now plug your rectum with that gum. Gum makes a good barrier, and since the curse is based in your rectum, you don't want it leaking out and effecting more of your life than it already has. You've already made a fool of yourself today and have forgotten what a huge dumbass you are."

Barbara took out the wad of gum. She hiked up her dress with the other hand and reached down intoher panties with the other. She looked disgusted.

"Good, when you walk, clench your ass cheeks. Try to get back here in under an hour."

"Thanks, Kevin," said Barbara, "Thanks for everything!" Barbara gave Kevin a hug.

"It's the least I can do for someone who is such a huge dumbass and such a good friend, Babs!"

Barbara kissed him on the cheek then headed for the door. She walked pigeon-toed as she clenched her butt cheeks as she walked. When the door closed, Kevin fell back on the couch, laughing his ass off. He watched TV and waited.

The door to the apartment opened forty minutes later.