Worship

You wake up to your screeching alarm clock. It's so loud and annoying, the rush to turn it off focuses your brain for the first few seconds of the new day. However, as soon as you've turned it off, you remember Marissa's visit the night before.

Well, you remember the start of it. There's nothing after "sleep for me." However, your tongue is sore, so whatever happened must have been a workout for that muscle. Did she have you lick her feet again?

You quickly get dressed and go downstairs for some sugary cereal. Breakfast goes fine, but as soon as you finish the last bite, thoughts of Marissa pour into your head. Thoughts of her standing on a pedestal, looking down at you as you kneel in front of her. Thoughts of her on stage as people cheer her name. Every image that pops into your head is of her looking powerful and desirable.

The images keep coming, but you know what to do to stop them. You have to do something in her service. That phrase, "in her service" echoes in your head, louder and louder. You go back to your room and start looking up pictures of Marissa from her social media accounts. She takes a lot of pictures of herself alone and with her friend Holly. She really is very hot. Of course she has the jet black hair and pale skin you'd expect from a goth, but she also has a tiny waist and large breasts. At school she wears tight, black t-shirts and short skirts, but in a lot of the pictures she's wearing black corsets and even shorter skirts. The corsets have a stylized "MM" embroidered on the side of the waist. Is that her super hero identity? Villain identity? Either way, she looks super hot in the outfits.

You download a bunch of her pictures, going back farther and father. You only get the pics that just have her, not her and Holly. You go back farther and farther in her timeline, looking for more pics. Eventually you hit a point from a couple of years ago where she must not have met Holly yet, since the witch stops appearing in the pictures. There's also a distinct change in the pictures at this point. Marissa's skin isn't as pale, her hair is brown instead of black, her breasts aren't as big, and she's not quite as thin as she would later be. Did Holly help her out with some physical adjustments? The moment you think of that question, a pain shoots through your head. Your eyes go blurry with the pain, but as soon as you click away from those old pics, you feel relief.

You go over the pictures you saved. Marissa looks so hot in them, you're getting hard. There's no time for that, you need to get going for school, and you still have a lot to do. You set up a new webpage and start up a fansite for Marissa. You post the pictures and write up a bio page. Then you write a quick short story of her walking into a bank robbery and making all the robbers kiss her feat.

You check the time. You really need to get to school. You publish the page and head for the bathroom. There's one thing you've been putting off this morning: peeing. The moment you're finished, you'll have to do that thing, then yell about it. Maybe you can pace yourself enough to only pee a couple of times a day and avoid doing it at school. You release your bladder, and yes, when you're done the uncontrollable urge to jerk off kicks in. You didn't actually need much encouragement, looking at the pictures showing off Marissa's large, pale cleavage in those outfits already had you worked up.

This time all you can think about is crouching on your bed, stretching your neck uncomfortably to get it into position to lick Marissa's pussy as she lays back in your bed. Occasionally you glance up and see her playing on her phone, but she tells you to get back to work, and you do, eagerly. You keep fantasizing, imagining yourself licking faster and faster. You can feel yourself getting close to cumming, and you dread the moment you'll finish because you know that you'll have to eat what your cock produces.

Except you don't finish. You keep going and going, jerking harder and harder, but you can't cum. You're so fucking horny that every time you imagine Marissa pointing at your sticky face and laughing at how her juices covered you, your body jerks violently. You desperately want to cum, not even dreading having to eat your own jism because at least it will mean this agony is over.

You can't. You realize it is never going to happen. So you **** yourself to stop and shove your hard cock into your pants. Glancing at the time, you say, "Shit!" and grab your bag. You're really late, but maybe you can beat the bell if you run all the way to school.