My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 3

 

The brunette was still leaning the full weight of her DDD tits on the counter, moving only to keep her nipples pointed forward. Her legs were spread three feet apart, sticking her ass out with the arching of her back, pulling her tiny ass-cheeks apart. Her asshole was no longer as clenched as it was. After I fucked it, with her command to relax, it was still open a little bit. Some cum had dripped out of it and rolled down her pussy lips. Her tube top was rolled down and around her waist, her pants and underwear were under her and to the side slightly. She was looking at me and conversing like normal. I decided to see how well my commands were followed.

"What are you wearing?"

She looked at herself as well she could, which was not at all easy for her, then back to me, "Oh, my tube top? Do you like it?" She seemed to try to bend over more, but she was already as bent over as she was getting. Haha, trying to flirt with the guy who just fucked your ass seemed funny to me.

"What about your pants and underwear?"

She looked at herself and back to me the same way again. She simply shrugged and seemed bored, "You took them off of me." She returned to her natural cheery self immediately, "Are you almost ready to go to that party?"

"Sure," I grabbed her ass, fingering it lightly, with my left hand and grabbed her right breast with my right hand, "I just have some things left to do, and I'll be ready to go." I let go of her and picked up the store. It took about 15 minutes. I got back next to her.

"Okay, let's go!" She said, cheerily, still in her position and making no moves to get out of it.

"Simon says, you may leave that position. Wear your tube top as a skirt, and wear this top." I handed her Susan's blue over-shirt. She stood up and pulled her legs together. She rolled her tube top down to where she would wear a skirt, and it was made out of a material stretchy enough that it simply looked like a tight, short skirt that went about two inches below her ass. Susan's tits were a lot smaller than this girl's, though. The shirt was a bit stretchy, but not like the tube top/skirt. She had to work to get it on, and it was obvious it was made for someone with smaller tits. It fit her pretty well, but her tits were smashed together and stretching out the shirt. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she seemed to have some trouble breathing, but not enough to worry about.

She looked at herself in her new clothes and seemed confused, but she began walking to the door to get to the party she was so excited about.

"Say, what is it like getting fucked in the ass?" I asked her.

She looked at me as though what I asked was completely out of place, as though I had asked her something very private, broken a social taboo, and very angry. "Never mind, we're going to the party without you, pervert!"

"Simon says, you will not be angry or embarrassed about the question. Simon says, It is a wholly natural question, as is any other question I ever ask you. Answer the question and forget you had ever been upset about it."

"Well," She began immediately after I was done talking, "It hurts a lot, and it kinda feels like you have to poop. After a while, though, you get kinda used to it, and it doesn't hurt so badly. It still hurts, just not as badly."

"How many times have you been fucked in the ass so that you would know that answer?"

"Well, only once."

"And who fucked your ass?"

"You did." She shrugged as she answered my question, as though it was wholly unimportant.

"What were you doing while I did that?"

"Just standing there, talking with my friends. What's with all these stupid questions? Let's go!" She seemed impatient.

"That doesn't seem at all odd to you?"

"Of course not. Come on, the party is about to start!"

We walked out to my car. I used my power a bit to get her to think nothing odd about everyone being in my car instead of anybody else's. I had an old Saab station wagon, and the blond was in the passenger seat. In the back, the tall one was leaning up to talk with her, and Susan was being ignored. It looked like she was upset about something and stewing about it, though, so she probably didn't care that the other two had no idea she was even there due to my commands. I opened the left back door, which was where Susan was, and I told her to get out. The brunette didn't even hesitate to sit where Susan just was, as she didn't realize Susan was there. I paused time and told everyone to ignore the fact that it seemed nobody was driving. It was completely irrelevant. We were going to get there anyway, and in one piece, so act naturally, as though one of their friends were driving. I also told the blond to give the driver direction to the party as she drove, even though she would perceive no driver at all. In addition, any stops or anything would be completely ignored, as though the driving was still taking place (just in case I got some sort of inspiration later). I sat in the back, in-between the brunette and the tall one. Susan drove, the blond supplying directions while she even still fucked her pussy and sometimes her ass with objects. The Trio talked about dancing and drinking and all of that stuff.

I got an idea when I remembered that The Trio would act like nothing odd was happening when any of their friends did something odd. I lifted the tall one a bit, so that I could pull up her skirt dress. When her dress got past her ass, I let her sit back down. I scooted the dress up, under the seat belt, and over her head. I began to kiss her, rubbing her tits. She kissed me back, too. Maybe because she knew I was kissing her and that it 'wasn't odd', maybe because her purpose in life was to make me happy, I didn't care. I turned to the brunette, who was going on about some drinking game they were going play when they got where they were going.

I pointed to the tall one's snatch and told the brunette, "Eat her out and masturbate. Feel pleasure from your masturbation."

The brunette looked at me as if I were about to say something, then took off her seat belt and got on the floor. There was just enough room to let her partially lay her legs down and get between the tall one's legs, which I spread apart to give the brunette room to work. The brunette had a confused and worried look on her face. She began saying "What am I do...", but then started licking at her friend's slit and clit. Her free hand moved the outer lips out of the way so that she could work the important parts. Her eyes looked around in confusion and probably for a way to get control of her body back, but to no avail. She just kept licking her friend's sex. Her tits were still huge, even though contained in the small shirt, and were getting in the way. She had to stick her tongue out all the way to reach, so I scooted the tall one forward a bit, to reduce her strain. I began to make out with her a bit more. She had an orgasm soon after I began making out with her, and her friend who was eating her out did soon after. I looked down at the brunette who was still looking for a way out of her situation, yet could not control her own body so that she could. She was squishing her tits against the seat so that she could reach, but that was pretty sexy, so I didn't bother making it any easier for her. I placed the tall one's hands to either side, and pushed her ass up a bit off the seat, so that she held herself like that with her hands.

"Lick your middle finger to lube it up, and finger your friend's ass with it as you eat her cunt. Be sure to shove it all the way in and then bring it almost all the way out."

She began licking her finger, but I got distracted when the blond got noisier than normal, and none of the noise was noise of pleasure, so she must have been fucking her ass with something. I leaned forward, between the front seats, to see what she was using. I could see on the seat next to her was the same licorice she was using when she left the store. There was also one of those big flashlights like policemen use, in addition to a fairly large screwdriver. She was mostly covered, but her but was moved a bit forward so that the things she was fucking herself with could actually make it to her crotch. Her legs were spread, and they were about a foot and a half apart at the knees. I could see that bristles to a window scraper were sticking up between her legs and moving back and forth at where her hands disappeared beneath her skirt, near her crotch. Her crotch was covered by her skirt, though. I reached up and pulled the front of her skirt up to her belly, and pulled up her left hand to hold it there, giving me a good view of her shaven crotch. I could tell, from my angle, that the window scraper's handle was too low to be in her pussy. I pulled her legs up so that her feet were resting on the dashboard and spread her knees to about three feet apart. Then I scooted her ass forward so that I had a better angle to watch her fuck her asshole. I could see her entire pussy excluding when her arm, busy working her ass, was a bit in the way, but not her asshole. However, I could see that the brush was not in her pussy, just lower, which was good enough for me. She was looking at me when I looked up at her face. She was grimacing slightly when she shoved it in, but she kept giving direction and adding to the conversation that was now actually between only herself and the tall one.

We were nearing the on-ramp to the expressway, so I told Susan to pull over for just one moment. She pulled over and put the car in park. "why are we stopped?", she asked. The blond pulled the brush out of her ass and set it next to her, then she picked up the screw-driver and started fucking her pussy with it.

"Roll down your window and rest your left leg out of it, on top of the rear view mirror. Pull your skirt up to your waist. Keep your leg using the peddles to the side and out of the way of things touching your privates. Then drive as you were before."

Susan got an upset face and sighed, but she lifted her leg, with the aid of her left arm, out the window and onto the mirror. Then she pulled up her skirt to expose her sex, and moved her right leg slightly to the side, to make room for anything that might go there. Her ass was scooted up further than it normally would be, due to her position, but she could still reach the pedals easily. She shifted into drive and we were off again. Right before the car actually moved, though, I stopped time to tell the blond that every time she removed something from her pussy or ass, she would use it on Susan (without realizing it, of course), under the same rules as those governing her own self-fucking. Before she used her other arm for that, she would tuck her skirt into it's own waist-line, so it would be stuck displaying her mound and what she was doing to it. I started time again.

I sat back in my seat and turned to watch the two girls back there. The brunette was still squishing her tits against the seat and eating out her friend, while looking around for something that might get her out of the situation. Her left arm was wrapped around the tall one's leg, and under her rear. I could see it pumping, and the tall one was moving slightly with each thrust. The brunette's right arm was working her own snatch. Her legs were mostly on the floor, and her ass was pointing up, as she was part kneeling and part laying down. I could see her work her own snatch when I leaned down to the left side of the car and spread her legs slightly. The tall one had an ever so slight grimace that seemed to vaguely change as her friend fingered her ass, but she also seemed like she enjoyed the pleasure from her friend's mouth more than the anal fingering hurt her. She seemed almost ready to orgasm.

"Add a finger to your friend's ass."

The tall one let out a squeal, and her grimace was a bit larger, but she seemed otherwise the same. I wasn't sure if she'd orgasm soon, but I'd bet she'd be able to be worked to it. anyhow.

That's when I heard a squeal from the front seat and the car swerved. I looked up to see Susan's frown and the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. I could easily see the blond's arm reaching over towards Susan's crotch and moving. Susan looked over at the blond with anger, who was still talking as though nothing odd was happening, but mostly Susan seemed upset that she was being put in her situation. She started paying attention to the road, again. Probably figuring that was more important, and this would or would not end at my will anyhow. I leaned up to see that the blond was fucking Susan with the screw-driver's handle, and the licorice was back in her own pussy.

I looked at Susan, "Like it?"

"No." She continued driving and I sat back in my seat.

I started paying attention to what was in the back seat again. Then I saw the lights reflecting everywhere. They were red and blue. I almost flew into a panic, but then remembered I could simply tell the cop to let us go with a warning and to ignore everything odd that was happening. Susan pulled over. She was crying, and trying to cover her snatch that was getting fucked with her hands, since my orders prevented actually rearranging herself.

"Susan, keep your hands on the wheel."

Susan immediately put her hands back up onto the wheel, and shut her eyes, crying to herself. The shadow of an officer rounded the left side windows of the car, and the officer herself showed up at the driver's side window. She hadn't yet said anything, merely looked in the window with wide eyes and an open mouth. She saw Susan, her one leg out the window, hands on the wheel, skirt pulled up, getting fucked by the handle of a screw-driver by the passenger. The passenger had her legs up and knees spread, doing the same to herself with some licorice. She glanced in the back and saw the girl wearing only a bra getting eaten out by a girl wearing far too, though not as, little. The one getting eaten out was simply talking with the one using the items to fuck the two in the front as though nothing odd was going on. I was simply sitting there enjoying the show. Then I saw lines of anger begin to appear on the cop's forehead as she turned to Susan, who was avoiding looking at her. I stopped time. It was a girl cop! Not bad looking, either! Was it an all around lucky day, or what?!

I moved carefully out of the car, avoiding tripping over or hurting the brunette. The door opened just as easily as though time had not stopped, though the rest of the car didn't move as I got out, which felt weird. I looked the cop over. She was shorter than the way she carried herself would indicate, but that makes sense with her being a cop and everything. She was around thirty years old, it looked like. She seemed pretty skinny, but I couldn't be sure with her bulky police uniform on. Before doing anything else, I walked back to her car to see if she had a partner with her. She didn't, so I walked back to her and began to take her belt off. I set it on the ground. That was odd, as it didn't fall. I had to push it to the ground. Then I unbuckled her pants and pulled them down to her boots. I unbuttoned and removed her shirt, which had a vest underneath it. I removed that, though it took me a while. I've never handled a bullet proof vest, before. She had a tank top on beneath that, so I removed it, too. The police woman stood there, about to yell her lungs out at the driver of this vehicle, wearing only her underpants and bra, if you don’t count the pants around her ankles. Her underpants were full-style and silky, and her bra was a sports bra. I knew sports bras pushed in boobs, but I wasn't sure how far. I'd have guessed she was a B with the size they appeared, though.

I touched her legs up and down, trying to see how firm they were. They seemed pretty muscular, which made sense. She probably exercised to keep in shape for her job. I felt around her mid-section. Again, she was firm. She had an ever so slight gut, but I couldn't pinch more than an inch between my fingers while she was bending to look through the window, so it wasn't bad at all. Her arms had no flab. They, too were somewhat muscular, but none of her was anything like a female body builder. She still was shaped like a woman, she was simply a physically strong woman compared to most. Most men, even average ones, would have still had more muscle. She was red headed, and had a couple freckles here or there. Her hair was in a bun. I felt her ass. Her ass was firm like the rest of her. It was larger than the rest of the girls' here, but she was also about ten years older. She wasn't "fatter", she had simply filled in with age. If I had met her at the mall in every day clothes, and she wasn't with anyone else, and I wasn't on my way to do anything particular, I'd have probably hit on her. I would have given her a 7.5.

Speaking of her being with anyone else, I looked at her fingers. No ring. In fact, no jewelry anywhere. She may have simply taken jewelry off when she was on duty, though. I turned and poked my head in the open door I had gotten out of and said, "All of you will go on with what you're doing as though we had not gotten pulled over. There will be another woman in the car for while. That's perfectly normal. Do not pay any attention. Susan, you will keep the car pulled over here for a while. when the officer leaves view, you assume she has left the car completely alone. Roll up the window, then. Imagine you're waiting for me to come back from a gas station. You will not notice anything I do, or anything anyone else does to me, even if it's you doing it. You will think I am not here."

I got out and turned back to the nearly nude officer, "You will instantly notice that nothing at all is going on with this car. Pulling it over was a mistake. Wish the driver a good day and get into the back seat, next to the man who will be waiting for you (that's me), and shut the door. You will believe you're in your full uniform until the door shuts, and only then will you realize the reality of your dress. However, that will not bother you in any way. It will seem completely normal. The whole situation will seem completely natural, and none of it illegal. You will ignore what all the other girls in the car are doing, and focus only on the man. The man will ask you all sorts of questions, which will seem like completely normal and justified questions. You will answer them honestly and completely. Anything the man asks or tells you to do, you will do, which, too, will seem completely natural. You will keep your radio with you the whole time. Whenever something happens that you do not absolutely need to address, give the best excuse not to do it you can think of, no matter how dastardly the lie is. You will not, however, indicate you or your car have been damaged. Simply think of something that would excuse you from heeding the radio's call."

I got into the car and back how I was before freezing time, and started time back up again. I watched the lady cop get a look of surprise, and then give a heartfelt apology to Susan. Susan said something, shocked, but I didn't care to make out what it was. The officer leaned over and started doing something at her feet. She was there for about twenty seconds, during which time the blond rotated her tools. She was now using the gigantic cop flashlight on herself (it was about 18 inches long and at least 2.5 inches wide, though obviously not all of it fit. Only about eight or nine inches actually made it's way in), and the licorice on Susan. The cop got into the car and shut the door. She looked down at herself, then at me, waiting for my questioning to start. Her feet were resting on the brunette's legs, but not hard, as she was turned to face me and was sitting on her legs. I looked at the brunette, who's face was very red, and she was looking at the nearly nude cop as well as simply around as she worked her friend. Her friend, on the other hand was simply grimacing a bit, more with the thrusts into her ass, and talking with the blond in the front about nothing important. I looked at the cop.

"You wear no rings or jewelry. Why?"

She said, without moving, "I have little jewelry and wouldn't want to risk losing or damaging it while on duty."

"Are you married, or do you have a significant other of any sort?"

"Huh..." she scrunched up her face in thought, " I don't have a significant other, no. I have been seeing this guy for about a month, but it hasn't turned into anything serious."

"Have you ever given a man fellatio?"

"Yes. When I have gotten far enough in a relationship that I have sex, I also fellate my boyfriend, though I don't enjoy it."

"Have you ever swallowed a man's ejaculate?"

"No. That's disgusting. I haven't even gotten a man to orgasm in my mouth so that I would have the option."

"Do you have any children?"

"No," She looks bit depressed as she continues her answer, "I almost did, but there were complications and I lost it. There was damage to me internally, and I'm no longer capable of having children." A single tear fell down her cheek.

"You will not be sad about that until you have left this vehicle. Have you ever had a homosexual encounter or fantasy?"

She sobered up and replied, "I have never really fantasized about it, but when I was in college I made out with one of my girl friends when we were drunk."

"What size are your breasts?"

"I fit into a C cup when I wear a 36 inch bra, and a D when I wear a 34 inch one. I guess I'm somewhere between those sizes."

"Could you take your bra off so that I can examine your breasts?"

"Sure." She said, as she lifted her sports bra over her head and sat silently. She did have good sized tits. The second largest pair in the car. I cupped her tits in my hands and began massaging them. They were nice and massive. A bit saggy, but a lot less than you'd imagine on a woman her age, being as big as they were. Probably due to her keeping in shape for her job. Her tits resembled those of someone five years younger. Her nipples got hard after a moment or two.

"Why did your nipples get hard just now?", I asked as I continued my ministrations.

"Because you're rubbing my bare breasts, and it feels good.", she answered, matter of factly.

I pinched her nipples, "Does that feel good?"

"Only a small bit at the beginning. you're doing it too hard for it to feel good."

I played with her tits a while longer, and tweaked her nipples once in a while. She would flinch as I did it, but she didn't move to stop me from continuing. The tall one began having an orgasm. Since none of my commands prevented her from realizing she was having one or thinking nothing of it, she tried to stifle it, like those before it, so that nobody noticed. I continued with the officer.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

"Yes, one time in college, but it hurt and I'm never putting anything in my anus like that, ever again."

I kept fondling her tits for a while, when I heard Susan saying something. I looked to the front. Susan was looking at the blond angrily, the blond completely ignoring that she was even there, just talking to the tall one.

"You stop that right now!" Susan was saying, though not moving or resisting the flashlight that the blond had begun fucking her with, the window brush in her own pussy again. The flashlight was only getting about six or seven inches in with each thrust, and it seemed to be hurting her a bit. Probably because of the size. Susan continued, "I don't like this at all. I hate this! I hate you! I hate the one sitting in the back! I hate the other one even more! I'm only going along with this because he said to, and I have to do what he says! I love him, and none of you are going to take him from me! I'll find a way to get rid of you girls. Maybe convince him to ditch you at the party!" The blond's ignoring her got to her, though, and she turned to watch out the window, avoiding looking at what was happening to anybody. I turned back to the cop.

"Take your underwear off." I commanded her, and let go of her tits.

"Alright," She said as she got up on her knees, bending to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling, and pulled her underwear down to the bottom of her thighs. She sat back down and moved her legs out from under her, pulling her underwear the rest of the way off before getting back in her original position. Her snatch was trimmed, but all of the hair was there otherwise.

"Place your right leg along the seat, behind me and the girl behind me, and place your left leg against the door you're near."

"Okay." She sat up a bit and lightly shoved her right leg behind me, against the back of the seat. She sat on her foot, and simply moved her left leg until the knee was against the door handle One arm was over the back of the seat, the other was resting on her folded leg's knee. She was sitting wide open and I could clearly make out her sex. There was some hair in the way, but not much, and it was a light color.

"Why don't you shave your pubic area?"

"Because it's a hassle. Not only does nobody ever really see it, but I don't want to deal with the bumps or the scratching when it grows back."

"May I feel what your pubic area is like with all that hair?"

"Sure." She said. I began to touch the hair above and around her sex. I felt around there for a bit, then moved on to her mound itself. It was a bit wet. I rubbed very lightly.

"Why is your outer labia wet?" I asked, as I continued teasing her lips.

"Before, when you were feeling my breasts, it felt good, sexually. I began to get a little aroused. When you were feeling around my labia, it was like teasing me. It felt good, but more like foreplay. I really like foreplay, and it aroused me even more."

I continued softly petting her box and felt it getting wetter. "May I finger you?"

"Certainly." She said, neutrally.

I felt inside her lips, and found the hole. She really was wet, and I slid my index and middle fingers in and out easily. When I first began, she looked down to her pussy, watching for a moment, then back to me, waiting for another question, I supposed. After a while, her face became rosy. I heard the brunette have an orgasm, muffled in the tall one's crotch. The blond had switched tools again, though I wasn't paying much attention to that.

"Get on your knees and fellate me." I said as I removed my fingers from the cop and started to unzip my fly and get my dick out. She began to reposition herself as I told her to. "As you fellate me, finger yourself. You will have a mighty orgasm at the same time I orgasm. You will swallow my ejaculate as though it were the most tasty thing ever. It tastes the same, you'll simply be acting like it's delicious." By the time my dick was out, she was on her way down to it, her fingers already in her snatch and working. She was good at it, but she wasn't going very deep.

I managed to get my balls out of my pants, too. "Fondle my testicles gently, and deep throat me." She did exactly that, though it took her a while to get deep-throating right. "May I spank you?" She nodded on my cock, and I began to rhythmically smack each ass cheek, one at a time, whenever her mouth was at the top of my dick.

I asked the tall one the brunette's name. She made fun of me for forgetting it (they had, as customers, told me their names on several occasions, but I'm bad with names), but told me that it was 'Megan'. "Megan," I said, "with the fingers in your pussy, finger your ass with the same rhythm you were fingering your cunt, but keep rubbing your clit with your thumb, and have orgasms just as frequently as you were."

I could see the brunette's ass where I was sitting. The tube top/skirt had rolled up to reveal half of her ass, and I saw three fingers thrust into and out of it. They were going in all the way, and out all the way, then back in. She obviously was doing that on her pussy, a moment before. I looked at her face in the tall one's lap, and it was full of horror and pain. She just kept fingering her friend's ass with her other hand and eating her cunt, though, looking around for a way out of her situation, which she would never find herself. I kept slapping the cop's ass as she got to the head of my dick, and I noticed that, at the same time the brunette started fingering her ass, she did something with her throat that felt great on my cock. I chuckled to myself in realization, and asked her if her name was 'Megan'. She nodded 'yes' on my dick, and I could hear her sobbing slightly. Wow, all the coincidences today were astounding! This wasn't a very pertinent one, but I enjoyed it all the same.

"alright, well, since you're doing that, lift your ass so that everything you're doing down there is clearly visible to the passers-by. Do it with an arched back, so that your pussy is facing directly out the window, your clitoris being at the bottom of the window, and your ass angled up, so that I can keep smacking it. Wiggle your ass a bit so it looks like you're thoroughly enjoying it." She did exactly that, and I continued smacking her ass. I didn't have as much room, so I simply smacked harder to make up for the lack of leverage. Her ass was a very bright red, now, and I could tell it would be that way for an hour or two after I stopped. Somebody driving by honked.

Susan let out a good loud yelp and then started shouting, "Oh my god! Get that out of my ass! Oh.... oh no! It hurts! Stop!" Susan looked up at the blond with hatred in her face, and then looked back out the window, and kept crying, realizing nothing she could do would get the blond to stop. She moaned in pain as the blond fucked her ass with, I leaned forward and looked, the screw-driver's handle. The blond had the licorice back in her pussy, and she was just gabbing away with the tall one. The brunette seemed like she was in less pain, but still grimaced with her fingering her ass. She was just working away at her friend's pussy. The tall one simply talked with the blond, though she was getting close to another orgasm and trying to hide it.

There's just something about the female ass. I love it. Three girls getting fingered in the ass and one getting fucked in the ass with a large screw-driver handle was about to send me over the edge, not to mention the fact I was getting great head from one of the girls. Well, the woman. I watched the sex happen around me, I slapped the cop's ass harder. I think parts of it may have been getting a bit purple, but I was about to cum, so I didn't give a shit. The cop was still crying a bit, and what her throat was doing felt wonderful on my dick.

*Smack*, *Smack*, I kept smacking the cops red and purple ass as I came down her throat. She swallowed it all, and shouted things onto my dick. Her ass was quickly wagging in circular motions as though she was having the best orgasm of her life. That died down about ten seconds later, and she simply kept doing as she was, even though my dick was getting smaller.

"You may stop sucking my dick, now."

"Alright." She moved her torso up only slightly, arching her back some more. Her head was about a foot above my crotch, and she turned her head, straining to look at me. She seemed to be waiting for more questions, though she was gasping ever so slightly and still wiggling her ass.

"Why are you like that?"

"So that my pussy is facing directly out the window and my ass is a bit upwards so that you may smack it, and so people outside get a good view of what I'm doing to my ass and clitoris and think I'm enjoying it."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because you told me to," There was repetitive honking from a car that drove by.

"Why do you do what I say?"

"Because I must." She replied, matter of factly.

"Why must you?"

"Because I must.", she repeated in the same tone.

"Why are you fingering your ass?"

"Because you told me to, and I must do as you say."

"How does it feel?"

"At first, it simply hurt. It still hurts, but not so badly. When I had my orgasm, though, it felt really good. I hadn't expected that."

"When does your shift end?"

"My shift will be over at 2AM."

I paused time. I said to the cop, "You will now get out of the car and act normally, though everyone in this car will remain free to go. Once out, put your uniform back on, and head back to your car for the rest of your shift. You will answer any question perfectly honestly and be forthright with your answer if you're ever asked by anyone about what occurred here. You will refer to me as "Master", both to others and to myself. Something more than human happened here, you were unable to stop it. It just felt right, and you were powerless to avoid it. At the end of your shift, you will go to 3524 Burkestreet and pull your car onto the side of the driveway before parking and shutting it off. You will strip naked and place everything you have in the passenger seat of your car. You will bring your car keys with you. The code to the garage is 4785, and you will go into the left garage bay and close the door after you've entered. You will place your keys on the tool shelf. In the center of that side of the garage, you will get on your knees, facing the center of the right garage bay. You will keep your feet together but spread your knees as far as you can. You will place your hands on top of your head and point your elbows away from yourself. You will wait for me there. Also, you will never wear any underwear ever again, except during your time of the month. You will tell the man you've been seeing that it's over between you two the next chance you get. Everyone else in the car, you will wear underwear when you're menstruating, and only then. You will mingle at the party, and leave me alone unless I approach you. Susan, when the police woman has left and you no longer see her lights flashing, you will believe I have returned and gotten back in my seat. You will then drive as you were before, following the blond's directions. You will fix your clothing when we get there, and you will be able and have permission to move your limbs normally."

I said to the blond one, "When the car stops at the party, you will lose the urge to fuck yourself and Susan with objects, and you will replace all of your clothing and act normally."

I said to the tall one, "You will replace all your clothing and act normally as well."

To the brunette, I said, "You will do the same, act normally, as though you had not been eating out your friend. When we arrive, you will immediately go use the bathroom. You will find something to cut the neck on your shirt, so that, throughout the night, the cut will tear more from the pressure your tits are putting on it, potentially displaying your huge breasts to everyone around. If 2AM rolls around and it has not ripped, you will turn from the people and rip it yourself. You will be embarrassed, but do not cover up your breasts. Simply come back to the car, get in, and wait for everyone else. If you wait for everyone else for longer than an hour, you will spread your legs as far apart as you can and begin to masturbate furiously and pinch your nipples very hard with your free hand, regardless who's around or looking, and you will  act as though you're enjoying it. You will cum every five minutes, and you will look the nearest female in the eyes and lick your lips like you want to fuck her as you do. If the girl seems into it, you will invite her into the car for cunnilingus, which you will perform on her while fingering your ass and orgasming as you are now, using your other hand to pinch and pull on your nipples. You will do that until I come back to the car. You will not cry or seem upset, but act as though having the time of your life, and you will say no words except for the initial invitation. If the girl leaves before then, keep doing as before inviting her into the car." I started time.

The cop left her position, and moved as though she were a bit stiff. The brunette had an orgasm, and I watched while the cop got out and dressed herself, returning to her car to leave. The brunette was fingering her ass, all the way in then all the way out again, pretty quickly. She was moaning in pleasure into her friend's snatch, though her face was wet with tears. Her friend immediately had, and tried to hide, an orgasm. The brunette didn't cry very hard after her orgasm. The cop's lights disappeared, and we began driving.

 

End Part 3