Prue's perverse day

After making sure all of Prue's co-workers would stop by at least twice to say hello, you head back to Prue's office. You're pretty horny now yourself, so since everyone is ignoring you, including Prue, you go up behind her seat. You take down your pants and boxers. Commanding Prue to ignore what you do, you start stroking your cock with her soft, thick hair. You stroke yourself until you cum all over Prue's head. You command her to not notice she has cum on her head. This gives you an idea.

You put the following obessision in Prue's head: "I need to have cum on me! Starting tomorrow, at least once a week I need to suck off a man until he cums on my face. A man cummin on my face makes me orgasm. At least once a week, I need to get a man to jack himself off with my hair until he cums on my head. Having a man cum on my head makes me orgasm. At least once a week, I need to have at least three guys cum on me at once. I will never ask the same guy to do this twice. Tonight after I get home, I will dress as slutty as I can and go out and try to get at least four guys to cum on my face and four to cum on my head. Any time I have a guy cum on me, I'll have him take a picture of me and start a collection of photos of me with cum on my face or head, and I'll never wash any cum off until I get home. I have always had this degrading fetish, and there is no purpose in my trying to put a stop to it."

You watch Prue's expression change to one of confusion. At that time, a co-worker sticks her head in the door. "Prue, good morning. Just wanted to say hello. How you doing, Prue?"

Prue gripped the sides of her chair and gritted her teeth as she orgasmed twice. "Uh, I'm...not feeling too well, so I think I'll just stay in my office today."

"Oh, Prue, I'm so sorry to hear that. If you need anything, Prue, just ask?"

Prue did her best to control her breathing. "Uh...OK...thanks, Kacyee."

As the say goes on, you lose track of how many times Prue orgasms. By the end of the day, she is sweaty, exhausted, and has gone through a package of pany liners. You aso made sure no one mentioned the dried cum on her head.

As she got home, she had figured that one of her sisters was fucking with her. Piper would not get off work at the restaurant until later, but Phoebe was home.

"Phoebe!" yelled Prue as she stormed in the door. "Phoebe, what is going on? Phoebe!"

Phoebe comes down the stairs gripping the rail and panting. "Damnit Prue, quit yelling at me! Prue, what do my sisters think is funny about...well, Prue, what's going on?"

You make sure Phoebe does not say anything about the dried cum in Prue's hair.

Both girls kept arguing without admitting what was happening to them. As neither could use the word "you," both had to say each other's names over and over again and were soon lying on the ground, with cum leaking out of their pussies as they panted and grew more and more frustrated."

"I'm going out!" said Prue and almost had to crawl up the stairs to change into he slutty outfit." You removed the command to orgasm when she hears her name as her new facial fetish would replace that.