The Commander Ch. 02

I cleared the dishes after supper, and found Jet on the couch watching the television. I sat beside him, and started stroking his thigh. "How about dessert, big boy," I cooed, realizing I may have overdone it.

"Not now," he gruffed, eyes fixed on the TV.

"Come on," I teased, slipping my hand up his thigh until I felt the impression of his cock through the fabric of his pants.

"No!" He pushed my hand away.

I stood up beside the couch, and with this afternoon's practice, I unzipped Fiona's dress, dropped it to the floor, and then stood topless between Jet and the TV. "You sure?" I pouted, and started caressing Fiona's amazing tits with her own hands.

"Out of the way, bit ...!" He bit down before finishing the last word, and suddenly looked around the room, as if searching for someone hiding there. The law of unintended consequences struck again. The Commander's intervention, while successful, may have killed their sex life. I picked up Fiona's dress and went to the bedroom to dress. I picked up Fiona's purse and returned to the living room.

"I'm doing some shopping – I didn't have a chance this afternoon with my headache and all," I announced on behalf of Fiona. Jet didn't reply.

I drove Fiona's Mercedes to the 24 hour parking lot where my car remained. I parked her car beside mine and locked up. At my car, Fiona's fingers pressed the door unlock combination code on the entry panel. Fiona stepped in my car, retrieved the keys from the hidden compartment, and paid for the parking using cash I kept in the car. It took just over half an hour to drive to my house, revive my body with Fiona's touch, shower, get dressed, and then return to the parking lot with Fiona in the passenger seat of my car. She was now in skip mode – meaning I had general control over her actions, as if she was in a hypnotic trance, but she controlled her own motor functions. By now I was in full control of my own body.

Fiona stepped out of my car in skip mode, unlocked her own car beside mine, stepped in, and closed and locked the door. She needed to turn the key to "on" without starting the engine to lower the automatic window. Then I stepped out of my car, went to her, and said "Sleep for a short while." She did as commanded, and when I was certain her eyes were closed, I reached in through the open window and touched her arm – the same arm Jake had touched earlier that day. I was now completely out of Fiona.

I hurried back to my car before she startled awake. I maneuvered my car behind hers, and honked my horn to awaken her. When I saw her head move, I drove away, leaving Fiona to manage her way home.

My body was famished. I drove to a diner on Bell Street. They have great burgers – just what I needed. I had an ulterior motive in my restaurant selection, because after supper, I walked down Bell Street to the Sling Boat, a bar where people half my age go to hook up. My body had more desires than just food. The way I see it, girls go there to find someone to take home and fuck – it might as well be me.

It was nine o'clock on a Thursday night – the bar would start filling up with hormone laden boys and girls, each looking for the right one. Well, in most boys' case, if she was breathing, she was the right one. Girls tend to be a little more discriminating.

Most girls go out in pairs or groups. I am looking forward to a skip mode where I control two girls at once, but I am a long way from realizing that fantasy. In the meantime, the trick is to separate one girl from the group, or better yet, intercept her before she becomes part of the group.

Once inside, I hung around near the end of the bar. Being 50 years old, I am invisible to this crowd. No one bothers me. The end of the bar is near the front door, and that's why I am there. At this hour, some girls pair up with their friends after they arrive, so they come through the front door alone. Those are the ones I am looking for.

The exchange looks innocuous enough. I girl walks through the door. Just as she passes the bar, an older man reaches out and gently touches her arm in a non-threatening gesture to get her attention. He has waited for her to walk past him by before touching her, so that by the time she turns around to look at him, she is already in skip mode, and she won't remember his face. Anyone watching would then see her smile at him, like he's an old friend. The music is loud enough that you could not hear the conversation between them. He seems to ask her some questions, she smiles and laughs as she replies to each question, and at the end of the exchange, either he touches her again in a friendly goodbye gesture, and she continues into the bar to meet her friends, or they turn around and they walk out of the bar together.

The first question I command her to answer, after putting her into skip mode, is "smile and tell me if you are hoping to have sex with a guy tonight." If she answers no, I release her right away and let her continue into the bar. Like I said, I am looking for someone who is looking for sex – it might as well be me.

The next command is "laugh in a friendly way and tell me if you live alone in your own place?" If yes to that, my last command is "smile and tell me if you have any sexually transmitted diseases." If no to that, we turn around and walk out. Otherwise I release her, and she continues into the bar with no memory of the encounter ever happening.

"Tell me your name," I commanded the girl sitting in the passenger seat of my car.

"Megan," replied a petite, short haired brunette. She wore a black leather mini skirt over black leggings and a thin black vest over a white cotton short sleeve blouse. I guessed she didn't break five foot four while we walked to the car, and that was with her high heels. Her compact and trim body looked fit and lean.

"Tell me your address, Megan." I didn't recognize her reply, so I punched it into my GPS and started driving in silence.

Megan lived in a high rise – considerably nicer than Jake's. I told her to take me to her apartment. The elevator was clean and silent. All the hallways were tastefully carpeted.

Once inside her apartment, I asked Megan to show me around, in part to get my bearings, but also to confirm we were alone. It was a one bedroom – about twice the size of Jake's. The newer furniture was sparse, but well appointed.

I asked her if she needed to use the bathroom – Megan said yes. I told her to go, and come back out naked. Two minutes later her naked compact body stood before me. Her 32B breasts were perky and bouncy. A well trimmed bushed capped her groin.

She waited, staring at me with those dark brown eyes. Her small face with a button nose screamed cuteness.

I made her take my clothes off one by one, until my middle aged nakeness stood next to her nubile hard body. "Get down on your knees and suck me," I ordered. Megan silently obeyed. Unlike Jet, I am only six inches on my best day, and even that takes time. And unlike Fiona, Megan was not deep throater, but she applied a tenderness to her fellatio consistent with her cute features. I watched her lips rub up and down my slowly hardening shaft. After five minutes I reached down to the floor, picked up my pants, and pulled out a condom out of my pocket I had packed for just this occasion. I unwrapped it and commanded her to put it on me. She stopped sucking me and obeyed.

There wasn't enough useful furniture here, so I led her to the bedroom. Once on the bed, I lay her on her back and penetrated her missionary style while sucking on her hardened nipples. She responded quickly by rocking her hips in rhythm to my thrusts.

I told her to keep her hands over her head, then I reached down behind her knees and pulled them upward. I slipped each of my arms underneath her legs so that the underside of her knees were resting on the inside of my elbows. That way I spread her legs wide and upward while fucking her. She started grunting in harmony to my full length strokes. This new position gave me much more pleasure, and I could sense I would cum before too long, which at my age is about five more minutes. After a long, steady rhythm, I sensed a climax approaching. I pushed her knees back into her shoulders. I burst at last, pumping harder into her pussy while my seed shot harmlessly into the condom.

When it was over, I released her legs and withdrew. I pulled the condom off starting at the base, making it turn inside out as I pulled. I suspended the inside-out condom over my still firm cock, allowing the cum to drip into my dick. When I had drained most of it, I ordered her to suck me clean. She obliged without hesitation, taking my jism coated cock into her mouth before swallowing my semen.

Multiple orgasms doesn't work on my body, so I was done. We dressed and I drove her back to the bar. I stood directly behind her on the sidewalk, facing the Sling Boat's front door. I ordered her to walk in the bar without looking back, and as she started walking away, I touched the back of her neck, removing my skip from her. She did as I commanded, and the real Megan walked into the bar without ever seeing my face. She entered the bar slightly disoriented, but she quickly recovered, and started looking for the right boy to have sex with tonight.

As I drove home, the pain in my gut returned.

End of Part 2.