She's Stolen

I let the water run along my curves, washing the soap bubbles off of me. Even if I can still feel Becca's thoughts, I'm far enough for them to feel muffled. She must be losing focus because I slow down and stand still under the jet, thinking she really should call Rigel, her boyfriend. We need a guy's help to deal with Sam! I'm starting to shiver, the shower running out of hot water, when I blink and quickly turn the faucet off. Am I okay?

"All good in here? You finished yet?" Becca calls from the other side of the door.

I grab a towel and start drying myself up. "I'll be out in a minute, but you really should keep thinking about how I need to take care of myself because I keep zoning out in here!" I reply, feeling concerned and a bit annoyed by her lack of attention. "Sorry!" She mumbles, embarrassed. I sigh, finish drying up, and wrap myself in a bathrobe before freezing in place again, conflicted. When I turn to look at myself in the mirror, it's like I'm not really looking at myself. I recognize my chocolate skin and brown eyes, my short curly black hair and thick lips, my long slender legs, and my large boobs, but it doesn't feel like me. It doesn't even really feel like I'm seeing what I'm seeing. It's like... like no one's really witnessing my own perspective.

Though I'm worried about myself and want to find a way to get rid of my curse, I can't help but bite my lip at the thought of letting that mysterious stranger influence me and have his way with me. He must be close. Can he even make me come to him from where he is just by thinking about it? I think he should give it a try! If I wait for Becca's influence to fade, maybe I could reach the front door to make my escape without her noticing? It's a risky move, but I'm so fucking horny at the thought of letting that faceless man **** my young body... I mean, it isn't particularly ethical, but could you blame a guy for wanting to jump at such an opportunity? I know I certainly would do the same in his position!

I don't bother getting dressed and open the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously. I can hear my roommate talking over the phone at the other side of the apartment and sigh with relief. The stupid bitch didn't get the message and is now too far for her influence to counter the stranger's desire for me! I tiptoe out of the bathroom and slowly make my way toward the front door, hoping so hard I'll make it outside in time...

I'm fantasizing about opening the front door only to find myself in front of whoever is controlling me now, opening my robe for him and revealing my big tits and trimmed pussy to his astonished gaze, letting him marvel at my hot body, knowing I'm helpless to resist his urges. I grab the doorknob and turn it slowly, trying not to make any noise. As I pull on the door and start opening it, I gasp in excitement as a rush of adrenaline goes through me. Am I really doing it? Is the stranger about to get his way with me? I can only hope so! I open the door and discover the face of the person who's controlling me right now. The guy must be in his thirties, short, with short, messy brown hair and a scraggly beard. He's staring at me, wide-eyed and mouth open. Is it working? Is he controlling me?

"Are you controlling me?" I ask, loudly at first but lowering my voice in a rush of fear as I remember I should be discreet. The guy opens his eyes wide in surprise and smiles. Yeah, that's it, man, I'm clearly yours! I nod in encouragement as his smile widens. He pulls me out into the hallway and quickly closes the door behind me. We need to hurry before Becca finds out! My heart is pounding, and I'm almost trembling with excitement. I'm his! Oh God, yes! And I'm even hotter than I thought! I shake my head, trying to make sense of the rush of feelings going through me. This is a dream come true! What a coincidence for him to have stumbled on me! I have a feeling he was just running errands. Lucky him!

We quickly leave the apartment complex and start heading down the street, away from prying eyes. He remains silent all the way to his car, parked nearby. It's funny how I'm walking next to him as if I know where I'm going. Is it because I'm reading his thoughts?

"I'm not really reading your thoughts," I explain, astonished by my ability to anticipate his questions, "It's more like I want what you want. It kind of allows me to know stuff I'm not supposed to know."

That's interesting, isn't it? Not really mind reading, but something pretty close to that! I ponder about the implications before squeezing my bathrobe a bit tighter. I don't want some passerby to wonder what the hell I'm doing outside dressed like that! I mean... it's pretty hot, but still!

We reach his car, an old Honda Civic, and climb inside. We both sigh in relief at the same time and chuckle nervously. I like this car, I realize as I run my hands on the old leather seats. It isn't new and fancy, but it sure is cozy and feels reliable.

"I'm Peter," he says as he starts the car, "and if I'm right you're-"

"Your sex ****?" I finish for him with a smirk before moaning as his breathing hitches. This is so nuts! "Your cum dumpster! Your obedient little slut..." I want him to fuck me so bad! I'm acting like I'm out of a weird porn movie or something... "You can use me any way you want, Peter!" Then I suddenly start barking in his car like a dog. Holy shit! I cover my mouth, both amazed by the idea that he just made me do that without a word and worried about attracting unwanted attention. Is Becca going to start looking for me? He needs to know anything useful to make sure he doesn't lose me!

I explain everything I know about the diamond in detail while he drives toward his place. I also recount what I've done since I got cursed. Thinking about how many times I almost got **** makes me both wet and worried. Peter needs to keep me away from everyone else and make sure I take care of myself. Otherwise, I won't last very long. It'd be a shame for me to end up dead just because he isn't paying enough attention!

Anyway... Enough worrying, I think as I lean toward him and unzip his pants. I'm his right now, and I'm all horny! How long since he last got laid? Peter's cock feels warm and heavy in my hand, and I eagerly take it out and lean even closer. I've never felt so aroused in my entire life. I can picture myself swallowing his cum while he drives. This is the hottest thing I've ever done! I bet his ex never dared to do something like that to him! What a shame! My lips close around his cock, and I moan lustfully as I start sucking on his shaft. Peter sighs and groans. Am I enjoying it as much as he is? I moan in agreement around his cock. Holy shit, I am! Is it because he is enjoying it, and I'm basically experiencing his pleasure? I groan a confirmation and bob my head along his cock, trying not to lose my focus on driving. What? He's the one driving! I feel like saying something about that spike of confusion, but I don't, probably because he's not thinking about that. He's in my head, not the other way around. I wonder if I'll cum when he cums? I keep sucking him hungrily, both curious and aroused by the idea. I can feel myself getting closer, and his cock starts twitching in my mouth. Fuck yeah! He's going to cum in my mouth! I can't believe he's about to cum in my slutty mouth! Oh God!

I start gagging on his shaft as I climax with him. Oh shit, that's intense! I close my eyes and keep bobbing my head along his hard rod, enjoying the sweet afterglow of my orgasm. We're gonna have so much fun!

Suddenly, I scream out of nowhere, feeling a sense of impending doom. Fuck! I look up just in time to see a pickup truck rushing toward us, missing us narrowly. Jesus Christ, that was a close one! We both start laughing as I wipe Peter's cum off of my face, realizing how close we were to crashing into the pickup.

"That was fun, baby!" I exclaim, licking my fingers clean. It was! I'm proud of how lightly I'm taking the fact that I almost died. Most girls would have panicked and freaked out at that! Well, I can't freak out if he doesn't! Ain't that interesting? "Yup, baby, you don't have to ever worry about me acting like a whiny bitch!" I confirm out loud with a nod. "I'll always be whatever you want me to be. Quite a relief, right?"