Magic Branded Man-whore
Copyright© 2025 by Awkward Pen
Chapter 1: Karen Schuchter
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: Karen Schuchter - A man's girlfriend catches him flirting with another woman and curses him. The curse takes the form of a brand on his back. Hijinks follow.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Workplace Magic DomSub Swinging Anal Sex Oral Sex Revenge Slow
For someone who had never hit me before, Elspeth’s slap was impressively powerful and rocked my head back so hard I stumbled.
“I leave you alone for five minutes...”
I doubt it had been five whole minutes. The restaurant we visited had a wait before we could be seated, we both hit the restrooms, and when I stepped out of the men’s room I saw a lady who looked interesting and said hi. Perhaps a bit more than just hi.
The face of the leggy thin blonde I had been chatting up cycled from shock to understanding to disgust. She yanked the slip of paper she’d given me out of my hand and presented it to Elspeth.
“Call me if you want to talk.” She stepped in the recently vacated ladies’ room and locked the door.
I cupped my burning face in my hand as Elspeth slipped the scrap of paper inside her overflowing black corset and glared up at me.
I wasn’t particularly tall, but Elspeth barely topped five feet. Long black hair, black lipstick, and thick black eyeliner contrasted with her pale curves, accentuated by her black corset and black lace shawl around her shoulders so that her ample white cleavage drew the eye.
“Here I thought you were so magical,” she muttered. Elspeth grabbed my chin and yanked my gaze back up to her face. “Someday people need to treat you like the man-whore you think you are.”
Elspeth’s voice hadn’t been loud, but the words hit me as hard as her slap. I was still rooted in place as she strode purposefully toward the restaurant exit. Of all the bizarre things she could have said...
That was when my back started to burn.
Stripes of pain criss-crossed my back. I wanted to scream, but clamped my jaws together so hard they ached. But compared to my back, the assaults to my face were nothing. I felt like I had been pressed down on a flaming BBQ grill. My attempt at stoicism lasted only a few seconds.
“Put me out, put me out!” I yelled as I stumbled out of the small hallway by the bathrooms into the restaurant proper.
A hostess ran up to me. “Sir, what’s wrong?”
I happened to glance at my reflection in a nearby window. I wasn’t on fire. Other than my sweating face and wild expression, I looked totally fine. The pain shifted inside and I immediately threw up.
“I think he’s on drugs. Call the police.”
I managed to get to my car and out of the parking lot without being stopped.
During the drive home I had a fever, chills, got dizzy, and even itchy. I cycled through every form of discomfort known to man.
I’m not sure how I got to my apartment without killing myself. I stripped in the shower, threw my soiled clothes in a bucket, and passed out before I could turn the water on.
I’m not sure when unconsciousness slipped into sleep. I only know that I dreamed. Elspeth and I were in the shower, water bouncing off my hands as I slid my soapy hardon up and down between her ass cheeks, kissed the side of her neck and reached around to grope her firm delicious breasts.
I couldn’t see what she was doing with her own hands until she held up a straight razor for me to see, dark curly hair falling off it. Light gleamed off the long blade of a tool I had seen more often in slasher movies than real life.
Elspeth turned to face me, holding the wicked weapon inches from my eye. “Your turn.”
When I woke, sunlight was streaming in through the bathroom window, and I still sported a hardon despite the ending of my dream. I was also filthy and naked on my bathtub floor. Turning on the water, I soon washed the remains of my previous day completely away.
For someone who spent the night on unyielding porcelain, I was surprised my body didn’t hurt. As a matter of fact, I felt better than I had in a long time. The crusted stuff on my skin must have done something to my body hair, it sloughed off, leaving my skin smooth and hairless below the neck. I quickly realized I was losing more than hair when a mole on my left arm fell off, as well.
I suppose I should have been worried, but I didn’t see any downsides to what was happening to me. My skin looked great, my cock and balls looked bigger, and the area was more sensitive to touch, as well. I preferred women, but fondling smooth balls in one hand, it was easy to pretend I was fondling someone else while they did the same to me.
I soaped up my dick and replayed the highlights of my dream in my mind. It was funny the way she jumped every time I touched her like my skin was electric, just those little muscle contractions were doubly nice when my dick was between her delicious round ass cheeks. My masturbation morphed into fantasy, sliding my soapy dick between Elspeth’s cheeks while the blonde fondled my balls.
I wasn’t surprised when I came, but I was surprised when several spurts hit my face. Coming down from my fantasy I realized the shower was turning cold. I hurried up and rinsed off my face and chest, toweled off, and dressed. I was late for work.
Despite a rather spectacular orgasm, my hardon refused to go down. I walked into the building with my suit coat draped over my arm and sneaked into my cubicle with none the wiser.
While I like to do a variety of tasks, today I focused on getting ahead on my computer work. When a co-worker called out “Hey, John,” I replied with a simple “Hey,” and didn’t turn around. I heard giggles and whispers like someone had discovered some juicy gossip, but I ignored it. As long as I kept my back to the cubicle entrance until I could call a doctor, I’d be fine.
When I was sure nobody was behind me, I did an internet search and discovered the word priapism, which didn’t apply until at least six hours had passed. I also discovered cold packs and compression might fix this without an embarrassing trip to the doctor. Nothing was discolored and nothing was painful; I was just hard and horny.
“John, may I see you in my office?” Karen Schuchter, the head of HR, coming to see me?
I risked a glance over my shoulder without turning around fully. With her hair in a bun, cat’s eye glasses, white blouse, pale cardigan sweater, and darker pencil skirt, Karen always reminded me of a librarian from an earlier decade, although she was actually at least five years younger than me. My cock twitched, but her crossed arms and angry expression told me this wasn’t a friendly visit. “Now, please.”
“I’m sorry I came in late.” I grabbed my jacket, folded it over my arm as I stood, and had it in front of me before I turned around. “It won’t happen again.”
Her gaze searched my face. “You honestly don’t know what this is about? Put on your jacket and he’ll talk.”
My face burned when I moved the suit jacket away from my crotch and put it on. I hoped Karen wouldn’t notice, but the way she blushed and suddenly looked away told me I had no such luck. When we walked to her office, I was positive everyone already knew I was in trouble: no one met my eyes.
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