Calm but quick blowjob

"Maisie, give me a blowjob." You couldn't stop now. After all, you told yourself that she qA technically consenting... in a way.

Without a word, she shifted closer across the center console, her movements smooth and economical. Her fingers made quick work of your zipper, reaching into your pants to free your erection. There was no urgency in her actions, no sign of disgust or enthusiasm. It was all mechanical efficiency. As her cool breath brushed against your heated skin, you shuddered involuntarily. Then came the warmth of her mouth enveloping you, sliding down until you hit the back of her throat. She held you there for a moment before beginning to bob her head slowly, her tongue swirling around your shaft with a steady, slightly robotic rhythm.

Your hands went instinctively to her hair, tangling in the strands as you guided her deeper, faster. Still no reaction from her beyond perfect compliance, her breathing regulated perfectly, her technique flawless but calm to the point of being devoid of any human connection. And you were surprisingly fine with that, at the very least so far. The biorobot aspect of it had its own appeal.

"Suck it harder," you commanded between gritted teeth, your hips bucking up to meet her movements. No name was said, and yet her response was immediate; she increased her pace, her nose pressing against your body as she sucked repeatedly, creating a wet sound that made your cock twitch violently in her grasp.

"Maisie, you will instinctively know when I orgasm and make it so that I cum all over your face." This command was met by the same calm serenity in her big, beautiful eyes, serenity that contrasted so weirdly with a fast, steady blowjob.

When you finally exploded, she reacted with the magical precision; not a single drop was wasted, everything landed on her face. She sat back and made no effort to wipe her face. Cum strains over her calm features (still no hint of anger, disgust, or arousal) were surreal, impossible to ever forget. Her expression remained the same, serene, waiting. As if she were a doll, a toy put away until the next time you wanted to play.

"Now are you?" You asked a silly question, suspecting the answer already.

"Fine. Everything goes as it should. The curse is working. You are using me. It is not that bad."

She said, 'not that bad' you rationalized. Even through the spell of this unnatural calmness, some part of her disliked it, considered it bad. She just couldn't express it through the shroud of calmness you imposed. Now, with your body relaxed from the sexual tension, voices of reason and consciousness once again tell you to stop, to use the magic to somehow undo what you've done.

Her brow, with a thick droplet of cum still hanging precariously on it, furrowed slightly, showing some thoughts behind those unnaturally calm eyes. "You are too silent. Don't you want me to do something else? Something more? Pop my cherry? Split my ass?" She asked, her voice still calm and steady, but there is now a slight tremor in it, betraying the underlying anxiety or perhaps it was your guilt was making you hear what was not there.

You didn't think that she was still a virgin. She had been dating for years, with several short-lived boyfriends. But clearly, she hadn't had sex with any of them. And now she was a clean slate for your own desires. The thought sent another shiver of excitement down your spine. You started asking yourself, "Perhaps it is destiny? Perhaps, this curse must work? Curses are given for a reason. Perhaps, it is some kind of magical duty on you to enjoy her?" Or perhaps those questions were excuses to not do the right thing.