The instant she took his money and wrapped her hands around his hardening cock something changed. A flash of something in her eyes as she dropped the tension in her shoulders and caught her breath. "You son of a bitch..."
"Hey, this is the only way I can have a conversation with you anymore." Devon shrugged.
"And tell me again whose fault that was?" She scowled, continuing to tease his cock. "You better have a good lead this time. I don't want to do this crap for some chit-chat."
Despite the burning hatred in her eyes, Devon was very much enjoying his time with 'Mandy', or rather his friend Mark. They were out drinking together when Devon knocked into a server and knocked a tray of drinks all over her. She was just about to curse him for it when Mark stepped in and made things a whole lot worse.
Now, almost three weeks later, 'Mandy' was a prostitute who prowled the streets in order to make ends meet. She acted exactly how you'd expect a whore should, up until the moment she had a client's money and cock in her hands.
"There's still no sign of that chick from the bar. I did manage to get a name from the owner though. He told me she left town and-"
"Don't tell me she's fucking vanished!" Mark snapped, grip tightening ever so slightly as his pace grew quicker. "Where did she go!?"
"Jesus! Calm down or you'll make me cum before I'm finished catching you up!" Devon grunted.
"I can't keep doing this... Do you know how many guys I've been with?" Mark grimaced.
An image flashed in Mark's head; in only three weeks he'd had over twenty clients. Most opted for him to blow them so he didn't even have a chance to tell them his story or ask them to stop. Even if he could tell them, they'd just think he was crazy and demand their money back and 'Mandy' would be back in control.
"Here's another ten. Let me do the talking, alright?" Devon handed the money across and Mandy pocketed it before pulling him from his car and sinking to her knees.
"Fucking assho-" The insult was cut off as Mandy wrapped her lips around Devon's cock. But the hatred in the eyes continued to burn. Thankfully that was all Mark could do, because Mandy was a pro at giving head. He felt his tongue swirl around the head, maximising both pleasure to the client and the salty musky taste that filled his mouth. He hated to admit it, but this body loved the taste.
"If you didn't keep interrupting me, I wouldn't have to do this." Devon looked down at her. If he hadn't seen Mark transform before his eyes, there would be no way in hell he'd believe his friend was really in there. "As I was trying to say... I managed to find the chick's real name and she's very active on social media."
"Mmmphh mmm mmpm?"
"Seriously? Even with my cock in your mouth, you find a way to interrupt." Devon laughed, taking his hands to the back of Mandy's head. "News flash, genius, I can't understand what you're saying."
Mandy relinquished control, yet Mark was unable to take over. Instead he was forced to let Devon control the pace and depth. His punishment for interrupting. Now instead of a slow and steady approach, he was getting face-fucked.
"I tried to get in contact, but she's not accepted any of my requests." Devon continued. "Her last post came from some resort in Italy with a group of friends, so unless you can make enough money for a plane ticket we'll have to wait for her to get back."
Mark couldn't respond. His gag reflex was being tested to its breaking point. All he could do was look up at Devon and hope his eyes could speak for him. His pussy was aching now. Why did he have to call the witch a whore? Now his body was betraying him; making him long for something more than a blowjob.
"Here's another twenty."
"Was that you or Mandy?" Devon teased.
"F-fuck you!" Mark bit down on his hand to try and stifle the next moan. "Shiiit!"
There was no point in hiding it. That witch had really done a number on him. He wasn't really sure where the line was drawn between Mandy and Mark. Mandy had control of the movements, but Mark was still the one enduring the sensations. Did it really matter whether the curse made him like it or not?
"I'll keep looking for other ways to break this thing." Devon grunted.
"Thank you..." Mark wasn't sure what he was thankful for at that moment. It would have been easy for Devon to simply leave him behind, yet this was now the fourth time they'd.... 'caught up'. With no other repeat clients, the sex was becoming more than just transactional. He just hoped that if he turned back, they'd be able to look past moments like this.
"You know... Jessica thinks you've left her. I tried to cover for you, but-"
Mark turned to face his friend, ready to tell him that Jessica was the last thing on his mind right now. But Mandy had just sank down and taken his entire length which was enough to make him moan loudly like an eager little slut. The embarrassment was short lived, however, as Mandy's hip movements quickly drove him towards climax.
"Holy shit, dude. You've never done that before." Devon "Maybe the curse is getting stronger... How do you feel?"
Breathless and high on the aftermath, Mark struggled to find the words. "It's... it's like I'm floating over a dark pit... At any moment, I could fall in and..."
"And lose yourself?" Devon offered, the reality crashing down on both of them.
They moved positions, allowing Devon to take over while Mark bent over. "We'd better finish up quick. I'll leave you enough cash to keep you going for a while. The less you do as Mandy the better."
Mark gasped as he felt Devon's cock enter him once more. It felt more intense now, more degrading too. Mandy seemed to get off on being used like this. Just like when Devon face-fucked him, he was loving it more now that his client was taking charge.
They were both caught off guard when Mark said. "Fuck me harder!"
"You don't have to tell me twice, Mandy." Devon grunted, picking up the pace as he pushed more forcibly.
The moans grew louder. Mark wanted to correct his friend. It wasn't Mandy who said it, it was him. But how could he ever face Devon again if he knew how broken he now was. It was easier to hide his shame behind the mask of Mandy than admit he was truly loving this.
A second orgasm shook through him. Strength sapped and resistance melted away, Mark was only being held up by Devon's strong hands. His moans turned to cries as a third orgasm built quickly and crashed into him. Then a fourth.
"You're insatiable. Such a fucking slut!" Devon grunted one last time as he slammed hard, his cock twitching before filling Mark's pussy with warm cum. To his shame, Mark came a fifth and final time at the sudden fullness.
"Fuck. I got so caught up, I forgot to pull out." Devon spoke calmly, pulling his cock out slowly and seeing his cum ooze slowly from Mandy's incredible pussy. It certainly complicated things, though the plan would remain the same. Track down the witch and beg her to turn Mark back. Failing that, he had a couple good leads on other witches that could maybe help.
"Fucking asshole!" Mark cursed. It was the last bit of control he had left before Mandy took over. "That was amazing though, handsome. Maybe we can do it again soon?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later Mandy. Here's a little something extra as a thank you." Devon handed over fifty before getting dressed, hopping in his car, and heading back home.
Mandy looked at the cash she'd earned from her latest client. It was enough to cover two weeks of rent as well as food. But sadly, that wasn't why she walked the streets. Just like Mark had said to the witch three weeks ago, Mandy was a 'whore who would bang guys on the street for cash, even if she didn't need the money'.
That poor choice of words meant that Mark would be along for the ride for another two weeks before he next caught up with Devon. By then, there wasn't much of Mark left.
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