He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman
Chapter 2: Old Life Falling Apart
"And it's not actually a sexual thing at all," Emily explained to her friend Sara, "It's just a sensory thing. Some creepy men have some weird fetish over it because men will make anything a woman does sexual."
"Yeah... sure," her friend responded, at a loss for how to continue the conversation.
"It's not like I pierced my tongue and now I'm ready to just suck any guy's cock," Emily blurted out with increasing irritation. A young man walked by the table where they were having brunch. He must have heard Emily, because he fixed his eyes on hers and raised his eyebrows. Emily flushed and looked back down at her napkin on the table. She didn't know if he'd seen her new lavender tongue stud, matched to the color of her lavender hair. Did she want him to? Why was she getting turned on by the thought that he saw it and thought she was a cock sucker?
Emily felt torn. On the one hand, she thought that the tongue piercing had been a huge mistake, and she should probably take it out. On the other, it made her feel sexy, and every time she rubbed it on the roof of her mouth the sensation reminded her of the man's instruction that she suck off twenty strangers before Saint Patrick's Day. He told her it had to be twenty guys she had never met before, and she had to finish them off using only her mouth. If they wanted to cum somewhere specific she should let them, but if it was her choice she had to take every load in her mouth or on her face.
The guy who had pierced her tongue told her she had to wait three weeks before she could do anything that could risk infection in her mouth. She had felt that he was insinuating she was going to suck cock (but now she thought she might have been imagining it) and told him she wasn't that kind of woman. Then she had looked down at his crotch and felt a deep longing. She knew that every cock she sucked got her closer to that one perfect cock that her man had pulled, glistening, out of Fuckdoll's asshole. Still she felt overwhelmed with disgust at the idea of letting a man cum in her mouth or on her face.
She tried to glower at the man walking by, but only smiled weakly. Sara continued talking to her, but Emily found herself distracted and paying poor attention. She kept glancing at the young man who had looked at her, hoping to catch his eye again. After a long, distracted time Sara excused herself to go to the bathroom.
Emily walked over to the table where the young man was sitting.
"I guess you heard me talking about sucking cock," Emily confessed to him.
"Excuse me, what?"
"I mean, I don't. Like, I never have. Only... I'm trying to learn and..."
"Excuse the fuck out of me!" the woman across the table from him shouted.
"Oh, you're his... ah..."
"I'm his girlfriend, slut! Who the fuck are you!"
Emily ran out of the restaurant. When Sara called her she ignored the calls and deleted the voicemails without listening to them.
*****
Emily returned to work the following Monday. The week before her co-worker, James, caught her masturbating at her desk. She didn't even know she was doing it until he caught her. She wasn't sure why she was touching herself at her desk, but she thought she had been drugged. The evening before she caught a couple having sex in her subway car - she didn't remember him dosing her with anything, but after the encounter she found herself acting strangely. She followed the stranger onto the subway platform and exposed herself to him in public. Later she couldn't stop thinking about his cock. His beautiful, perfect cock.
Emily knew she could get past this. If she thought about his cock again, she would just distract herself with work. She was a hard worker, and she knew she could use work to overcome her obsession with his cock. With the way it throbbed. With the way it glistened when he pulled it out of that woman's asshole. He had told Emily her name was Fuckdoll, which was about the most demeaning thing Emily could imagine.
Emily's hand slid into the waistband of her skirt. She wasn't going to touch herself, but she felt like she could control herself if only she could stop the throbbing in her vulva. She grabbed herself and squeezed, feeling relief at the pressure. She squirmed and rolled her hips, trying to find the right angle to fully relieve her needy throbbing. She was sure she could cure it with that perfect cock.
Emily's middle finger started rubbing back and forth, applying steady pressure to her clit. She thought about how Fuckdoll looked sucking that delicious, incredible cock. What would it even feel like to be her? Emily thought back to what Fuckdoll had looked like wrapped around the man's leg. Emily was nothing like her, but now she imagined what it might feel like to be her while she rubbed her tongue stud on the roof of her mouth.
"Again!?!? Fucking seriously?!?" Emily pulled her hand out of her skirt and looked up at James. "This isn't like you at all. What's happened to you? Are you sick?"
"I don't know!" Emily blurted out. She felt like she was about to cry, but the words came out breathy, almost seductive. Emily thought back to the way Fuckdoll had talked.
"Is that a tongue stud?!? What... Why do you..." James stuttered, looking for something to say.
Emily reached out to grab James, and somehow her hand found his hard cock through his pants. Why was he hard right now? He was pretending to be upset, but she knew he really just wanted to fuck her. Without knowing quite why, she found herself saying, "I don't think you really mind," while massaging his cock and and licking her lips in an exaggerated, suggestive way, showing off the tongue stud a little more. She counted the days: she had met her man and his Fuckdoll on Wednesday, pierced her tongue on Thursday, and since this was only four days later on Monday she had to wait another seventeen days until she could suck his cock. Could she make it that long? Was three weeks the real amount of time, or did they build some factor of safety into that? People on the internet said it would be healed in only a week or two. Her tongue didn't even really hurt anymore.
