Purple Passion

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Greg looked down at the slender pixie-esque woman gobbling hungrily on his throbbing cock and smiled. Never before had he met a girl so eager to please – least of all one he had met just twenty minutes ago. He rested his hands on the top of her head as it bobbed frantically, playing with her white blonde hair as pleasure washed over him. The girl responded automatically by reaching around and grabbing his butt and pulling her lips all the way to his balls. Time appeared to stand still in that moment except for the tingle at the tip of his dick deep inside her face. His own mouth dropped open and he became fixated on the purple streaks in her hair – counting them and playing with her locks ever more frantically as he neared orgasm. Suddenly, the girl looked up at him, her eyes wide as they met his and even though she didn't hesitate her cock-slurping for one second, he thought he saw something else there – regret, or shame maybe? Not that Greg was bothered. He only cared about whether he was going to cum in her mouth...or on her pretty little face instead...

Jeanie tried to concentrate on her knees. They hurt of course, planted on the wooden floor as they were, but it was still better than thinking about the sweaty dick slamming into the back of her throat. She wanted to curse but her lips were forced wide in the task her body was compelling her to complete. As an apprentice to the Ministry of Manipulated Wishes she had a monthly quota to meet – a minimum amount of desires that as a young witch, she was to magically corrupt – and if she failed, her line manager would punish her appropriately – hence the horny boy towering over her lusty mouth. After three poor months in a row, her boss has chosen a particularly cruel voodoo charm that turned her into a compulsive blowjob puppet for every boy she met until she could find a new wish to ruin.

Jeanie was snapped from her thoughts by Greg moaning loudly and grasping her hair roughly into involuntary pigtails. He squeezed her nose hard into his pubic hair and hot thick fluid sprayed down the back of her throat. The boy's body went rigid and she fell onto her butt.

“Oh my God!” Greg gasped in ecstasy. “I wish I was as passionate about something as you are for sucking my cock.” Jeanie smiled with glee even as the cum began to dribble over her lips.

Five minutes later and Greg had discovered his new obsession. A purple bow lay on the floor and he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Jeanie left more little purple breadcrumbs for him to follow – a pair of purple satin panties, a purple petticoat and a cute frilly purple dress. Using her magic she aided his transformation giving him a shock of blonde hair like her own and softening his masculine features. Greg didn't even notice. He was too enthralled by the purple items that he was desperately adorning on his body. Finally, his transformation complete, he stumbled out the fire door and into the alley behind the building. He held the hem of the dress wide and looked down. Alarm bells rang in the back of his mind. He knew he looked ridiculous but he just couldn't get enough of that colour.