Blowjob

I was so focused on pleasuring him I couldn't concentrate on why I was doing this. I barely wanted to stop, but even when I tried I couldn't pull my mouth free. My hand even joined in. I shuffled closer. I could adjust my position as long as it contributed to the act but beyond this I was helpless.

"What had he done?' I wondered.

This wouldn't be the first blowjob I had given him but it was certainly the most erotic for me. Blowjobs were a turn-on but not like this. Nothing compares to this sensation of compulsion. I looked up at him as I worked but he was lost in sensation. His hand idly played with my hair, sending tingles down my spine which met the **** heat between my legs.

I closed my eyes, starting to lose myself into the fellatio. Pleasuring him felt so good. I tried to get my lips as far over his shaft as possible.

He moaned in pleasure, bringing him back into consciousness.

I felt him shift and take his hand from my hair. I looked up to see him typing again, trying to focus while I work. He looked frustrated for a second before finally he looked happy and held his phone in front of my face.

Command: 'Don't spit it out.'
Error. No target.
Command: 'Summer won't spit it out.'
Error. Ambiguous.
Command: 'Summer can't spit my cum out.'
Accepted.

I rolled my eyes. I liked giving blowjobs but I hated the aftermath. The taste was horrible. I'll do my best. This is hot as hell, after all.

I wanted to protest but my mouth was busy. Sensing his tensing, I sped up to increase his pleasure, squeezing with my lips as best as I could. I managed to get my lips just past half way down his shaft before it hit the back of my mouth. I kept moving my mouth up and down his shaft while he shuddered in pleasure. With seconds to go, my hand sped up, jerking him off as best as I could. I wanted to bring a hand between my legs but I couldn't persuade my hand to do it.

I started to move my mouth off of him to let him finish in my hand but to my surprise I couldn't get my lips any further than the tip of his cock. I tugged back but it just felt like I was stretching my lips. Before I had time to fight it, the first spurt hit the inside of my mouth. And then another and another smaller one.

Only then could I pull my mouth off his cock. Somewhat repulsed and forgetting his command I ran to the bathroom to spit into the sink but when I arrived, my mouth wouldn't obey.

Realising this was the app's doing, I ran back to him and tried to gesture to my mouth. "I caan' spi'-." A little dribbled out of my mouth as I spoke.

"You are a good actress." He smiled warmly, "Okay, you can spit it out."

Relieved to have permission, I went back to the washroom to try again. Still no luck.

"BAAAAAAAYY'H." I yelled from the bathroom, annoyed now. It was my best mouth-full impression of 'babe!'.

He followed me into the bathroom. "I wanted to know how far you would go. Just spit it out, it's okay."

"I CAAN'H!" I held it in my mouth as far from my tongue as possible, trying not to taste it.

He looked thoughtful for a second, pulled out his phone and typed something. He showed me the screen and to my horror, without any intent from me, I found myself swallowing it. I hated it, and yet being made to do it was undeniably a turn-on. I squeezed my leg to relieve some tension from my arm so I could focus on berating him.

"EW! BABE! WHAT DID YOU DO? HOW DID YOU DO THIS?"

He looked disarmed. "What do you mean? I'm trying to do my best here."

"Do your best? Doing your best was sitting there while I gave you a blowjob?" I folded my arms and scowled at him.

"I ... I mean ... I guess." He looked a bit guilty. "I just thought this is what you wanted."

His innocence threw me off. Even he seemed surprised at my anger. I explained, "I really couldn't control myself. It was making me do all of it."

He looked quizzical. "Ok, this is new to me. Can we take a timeout from the act? I didn't expect you to be so good at this and I just need my girl back for a moment so I can figure this out."

"Babe it's not an act! It makes me do things!"

He looked hurt and started to back away from me like I was scaring him.

"Babe! Seriously!" I followed him, almost begging, "You know me. You know I would never have swallowed that if something didn't make me."

I caught up to him in the bedroom where he sat, looking at the phone in his hand. He was at least contemplating what I had said, which was a relief. He looked up at me as I stood and started typing.

"Wait!" I said, stepping towards him. It was too late, though...