FocusTunes Ch. 05

"I'm sorry Ben, but no." She smiled a soft smile. That made sense. I couldn't give her a new truth without putting her under, and I hadn't told her to believe everything I said -- just that she had to do what she was told.

But doing what she was told still left a smorgasbord of delicious options.

I pulled the car out of the lot and onto the street. Emily finished sending her texts, dropped the phone to her lap quietly and turned back toward me with an expectant gaze. I licked my lips, dry with nervousness, before issuing my next command.

"Tell me: have you ever given roadhead before?"

"Yes, to Jake Slovak last ye--"

"Spare me the details. You're gonna go down on me now."

"I..." She hesitated a bit. I reassessed my verbiage.

"Emily: go down on me now, and don't stop until I tell you to."

The light in front of me turned green. As it did, Emily unbuckled her seat belt and slid her hands across the center console, finding my fly and undoing it with haste. It took a bit of finagling to get my hips off the seat for long enough to free my dick, but he popped out into the open, proud and glistening with the precum of an adventure-filled afternoon.

Emily spared no time. She dove across my lap, one well-manicured hand gripping my far thigh for stability, the other wedged between the waist of my pants and my ballsack. The angle was odd -- I didn't feel that yearning tongue of Miranda on the sensitive underside of my dick -- but I hit her mouth at new angles and still felt the slick grip of her lips as she bobbed.

Far beyond the tactile sensation was the visual. Emily's head was buried in my lap, her bow and ponytail splayed across her neck. I helped myself to a firm grip along the bow and pushed along with her rhythm, content to let her suck and just feel my ubiquitous presence atop her head. I wasn't bold enough to shove myself down her throat while driving -- I'd already caught her teeth once on a bad bump in the road -- but her hair was like silk between my fingers.

This is how it was supposed to fucking feel. At every red light, nerves raced across my body at the idea of passersby or fellow motorists catching just a glimpse of the second body in my car, and what it was doing; I basked in the certainty that no potential embarrassment would be enough to break Emily's seal on my dick.

I pulled her off me at that very thought -- far enough that she could speak, low enough to remain concealed.

"Tell me: are you worried about being seen?"

"Yes," she said, and I could hear the tension in her voice.

"Are you going to keep blowing me anyway?"

"Until you tell me to stop," she said to my lap.

"Keep going." I whispered softly, and she plunged back downward.

I had her blow me for 20 total minutes. It could not have been fucking comfortable, and she adjusted herself a few times to account for a strained back, but true to my word, she never stopped sucking me off. It wasn't the most sensual of blowjobs, so I never came too close to cumming -- but there was no chance I was letting her off my dick. I only freed her from her compulsion when we got to a road too uneven for safe fellation. We'd made it to a small lake buried far behind a subdivision of modern mansions, many of which were still under construction. It was an old rancher's pond back in the day, and was one of my favorite fishing spots in the summer. Secluded in a grove of trees, with only one road in or out.

Yes: I'd spent many a listless cast dreaming of taking a girl here. Never this one, though. And never for this activity, either.

"Get out of the car." I threw it in park and got out myself. I ambled over to the hood of the car, secured my pants back in place, and took a seat on top. I gestured for Emily to sit beside me -- her eyes were downcast and posture fearful, but she did.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I said casually. I had gotten extremely fucking comfortable speaking in the command form already.

"I'm freaking out," she said, her voice quivering. "I don't know why I'm listening to everything you say. I want to run or fucking hit you or something, but I don't want to be disrespectful. I'm really fucking scared of what's happ-p-pening t-to me..." She started to blubber a bit, her fear clearly welling over. I half-rolled my eyes.

"Stop crying." It was worth a shot, but nothing happened. "Feel happy." I didn't have much faith for this one, and rightfully so. Nothing happened again. It only took a moment to figure out the solution.

Old hat by this point: phone, FocusTunes, earphones. Emily accepted everything without a peep of resistance. Select song, play song. Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la. Pause song. Vacant expression.

"Emily: you like doing what I tell you to do. It turns you on to do what I tell you to do. You don't question why you do what I tell you to do. You like doing what I tell you to do. It turns you on to do what I tell you to do. You don't question why you do what I tell you to do."

Awake.

"How do you feel?" I studied her expression, and I knew the answer before she did.

"Good." She sent me a dazzling smile. "That was a naughty drive, but I kinda liked it." She leaned into me now, filling my space with her scent and her glow. My heart leapt in triumph.

"Bend over the car." I growled the words, and she squealed in response. She leapt off the car, pirouetted daintily, and with her legs straight as arrows, bent at the waist to fold herself over.

I stalked a wide path around her, drinking in her ass from all angles. She didn't have nearly the hourglass figure of Miranda, but her slender build carried wider hips and a bigger ass than you'd expect. It was the work that was put into that ass, evident in the firm jiggle of her cheeks as she swayed them to entice my gaze, that was most impressive. I reached out to touch one, but just as my hand made contact, she recoiled.

I felt heat in my chest again, glowering at her as she straightened, an apology written on her lips. "I'm sorry, I've had a lot of fun today...I just feel weird about you touching me." Fuck. I'd never explicitly told her what I was going to do. It's tougher than it looks, keeping track of all these damn commands in your head.

"You're going to let me touch you however I want." I told her, my voice low and dangerous. "You're going to let me do whatever I want to you." I pulled one hand back and slapped her ass, hard -- harder than I had Miranda when she told me that it was too much. At the strike, Emily gave a little yip, of pleasure and of pain -- the pain for the strike, but the pleasure for doing what I told her to. She let me touch her, do what I wanted to her...and in obeying me, she felt good.

I spanked her again, just as hard, and her eyes jumped to mine, alight with arousal. "I said, you're gonna let me do whatever I want to you." I repeated. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." I gave her ass a squeeze this time. "Now bend over the car." She did again, my hand never leaving her ass as she folded at the waist, thrusting her hips back into my palm. I gave light slaps to each ass cheek a few times over, watching her ass jiggle with each touch, before I got my next idea.

"Thank me each time I slap your ass."

Before she could respond, I spanked her with enough force to lurch her body forward. The sudden and severe impact didn't faze her at all. "Thank you," she murmured with dripping lust, easily pushing herself back to her folded position.

I spanked her again, just as hard.

"Thank you."

Spank.

"Thank you."

Spank!

"Thank youuu."

Spank!

"Mmmmhthankyou..."

A caress this time. I wanted to feel her bare skin under my hand, so I ripped her shorts and underwear down to her knees without a moment's thought. She didn't balk, recoil, resist. She just swayed her weight across the balls of her feet, pushing up onto her tiptoes and arching her back to fill out the shape of her ass to its fullest.

It was a great ass. Rounded, defined, and slightly reddened on both cheeks from my slaps. God: I could see the faint imprint of a few fingers on one cheek. I circled behind her again, stealing a glance at her pussy as I did. It was picturesque, because of course it was: fat fucking lips and a tight little slit, all without a hair in sight. Again, fearless as ever, I traced one finger along the ravine, finding a welcoming wetness right at her entrance.

"You're horny?"

"Yeah." Her voice was needy.

"Tell me why. Don't spare any details."

"Mmh," she moaned in response. "Feeling you in control is fucking turning me on. It's like I'm fucking submissive or something. Just thanking you for spanking me made me super fucking wet."

Her dialogue and tone was a bit more Pornhub than I liked -- and was accustomed to, from Miranda's silver tongue -- but it more than did the trick. I started sawing one finger in and out of her pussy, my eyes locked on her pleasure-rocked face.

"Tell me: are you attracted to me now?"

"Oh, yeah." She had dropped onto her elbows now, resting her head on her forearms and turning to look me in the eye. "I didn't know you were like this. Or that I'd like it so fucking much."

I slid a second finger in now: she was sopping wet and widened, so it made way with little resistance. She mewled and bit her lower lip at my entrance, her eyes lolling about in bliss.

"Keep your eyes on me."

And they snapped right back to mine. I'd be lying to you if I said eye contact wasn't my favorite part of controlling girls. Not the sex, not the power -- just the prolonged, involuntary gaze. The unique connection.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you next."

"Mmh, baby. I want you to fuck me."

I cracked down hard on her ass with my free hand.

"Be m--"

"Thank you," she interrupted. A grin spread across my face -- I had already forgotten about that.

"Be more specific. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you next."

"I don't want to be disrespectful," Emily moaned out. "But it's hard to...fucking think like this." My heavy fingering had gotten her close to orgasm.

"Don't think," I said, unrelenting in my pace. "Just want it, then say it."

"I want you to fucking manhandle meeeeyyyooohhhh," she moaned her final word into her arms, bracing herself. "I want you to fucking...mmh, to fucking slam me up against the car and hold me in place and fuck me so hard that it hurts. I want you to make me feel fucking used, just like that, oh God...I want you to make me do dirty things..."

I dropped my pants and grabbed her by both hips. She didn't stop.

"I want you inside me now, I want you to make me cum so fucking bad, I want you to make me cum so fucking bad and fucking grab my hair and choke me while you fuck me."

I slid inside her with little effort -- she was tighter than Miranda, her pussy a taut glove around my dick. Her legs were a little tall for me, so the angle wasn't great, and it was tough to get a steady thrust going. I slid out to pull her shorts off and spread her legs -- her torrent resumed in fervor.

"No no no pleeeease I want it back, I want your dick back inside me. You felt so fucking good." I held her in place with a hand and ripped her shorts down, snagging her fucking sneaker in the spandex in my haste to get back inside her. "I want to let you cum in me or on me, wherever you want. I want you to spank me as you fuck me so I can thank you for it."

I got her foot through and rose back up to my full height. She kept her head turned to me, her cheeks flushed and mouth panting, as she took one slow step left, one slow step right to widen her stance and present her gleaming pussy all the more clearly to me. "Please fucking take me."

And I did. She got the levels just right with her stance, and I bottomed out in her in one measured thrust. It was the last measured thrust I would take that day.

I immediately dialed up to a torrid pace, her waist so thin between my iron grips that I could almost touch my thumbs together on her back. She tried to blabber through another want or two, following my commands, but quickly descended into incoherent, monosyllabic madness. Close to orgasm from her fingering, she came quickly.

She was tighter than Miranda, and came more evidently, too. I felt the increased grip in her pussy roll across my dick, from base to tip. It was fucking electrifying. The added resistance slowed my pace, so I reached one hand up to her shoulder for a better-leveraged grip to resume my pounding, slapping her ass as I did.

"Th-th-th-thaaank-k y-you." Emily shuddered out the words as her orgasm subsided. You ever had a girl thank you while you're inside of her? Put it on your bucket list.

I rained slaps on her ass with my free hand, changing angles to get as much jiggle out of her ass as possible to go along with my fucking. She thanked me in an unrelenting chorus, choking through the words as she moaned and cried out. She was a vocal fucker, much more so than Miranda. It was like her entire playbook was ripped from front page of Pornhub.

"You like it rough?" I growled the words through clenched jaws.

"Y-y-yes"

"You like it rough!" It was no longer a question; it was a command.

"Oh f-fuck yes!"

I was close. I shifted my grip from her shoulder to the base of her neck and up her scalp, grabbing her ponytail and yanking. Her head snapped back, and with it came her shoulders, the arch in her back more prominent than ever. She yowled in pain at the yank -- not a sexy yowl -- so I switched over to her throat, squeezing underneath her chin. Her breath came out in strained moans of pleasure.

I was close, but I was flagging, huffing and puffing and committed to keeping on despite the burn in my hips and my quads. I sufficed with short, shallow strokes deep inside of her hot core, the sound of her restricted breaths egging me on to finish the job. As I neared climax, I knew what I needed.

I smacked her ass.

"...thank...you..." she hissed with limited oxygen.

Again.

"...thank...you..."

And again, as my dick exploded in bliss.

"...thankyou!..."

I released her throat with no warning, and she collapsed back onto the car. I held her hips tight against mine as I shot my final jets of cum while bottomed out in her cunt. That pussy was made to cum into, and that woman was built for eliciting cum from dicks. The rightness of the moment washed away all wrongness committed to get us there.

When my vision finally returned to this plane of existence, I stumbled backwards, sliding out of her perfect pussy, a cool breeze new and interesting against my still-throbbing dick.

I slumped onto the car and turned my head to Emily, who lay gasping in post-orgasmic bliss. Had she cum again? I couldn't remember. All I could remember was how angry I'd felt earlier that day, when I couldn't fuck who I wanted to.

I would never have that problem again.