The Story

"When did this start?" asked Rebecca.

"Almost exactly seven days ago."

"Can you pinpoint it?"

"Yes, I was walking across campus, when some girl ran up to me, apologized and french kissed me. She **** herself on me," said Caitlyn.

"And that turned you on?"

"No! She told me it was a curse she had to pass on. She said it would hit me, and after seven days, I had one hour to French kiss another woman to pass it on or the curse would last seven months." Caitlyn was very fidgety and kept looking at he clock.

"What's the curse?"

"It turned me into an insatiable nympho. I needed sex, and not just regular sex but...I took it up the butt not just for the first time but every day for seven days, I lost track of how many cocks I sucked, and my pussy and anus are raw and sore. I don't know how many men I've fucked."

"And you think this is due to a curse?"

"Yes! I'm not a slut!"

"I never said you were, Caitlyn."

"Is that clock correct? I'd check my phone, but my dad took it. He pays for it, and he's trying to punishi me.

Rebecca checked her phone then looked at the clock. "To the minute."

"I'm so sorry about this," said Caitlyn. She lunged at Rebecca, grabbed her head, and **** her tongue into the astonished, stunned psychologist's mouth. After seven seconds, Caitlyn pulled away. "I'm so sorry. Remember that when it hits you."

Caitlyn ran out, leaving a stunned Rebecca with her glasses on crooked, and her perfect coif all messed up.