Hands on approach

I walked into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. Try as I might, I couldn't take my eyes off her reddened lips, nearly rubbed raw over the past hour or so. Even now she kept touching herself and writhing on the bed.

“What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“Make it stoooop,” she moaned. Her eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell with each breath.

“What do you want me to do to make it stop?” I pressed.

“Just tell it to stop!” she shouted.

“I can't do that,” I lied. “Do you think I can control what is happening in your body?”

“I don't knooooow,” she groaned out. As I had hoped, she was getting confused. An hour ago she may have remembered more clearly that I had commanded her to feel horny. By now, though, everything was probably getting fuzzy in her lust-addled brain.

“So, let me ask again, and tell me the truth,” (I was hoping some clever hidden commands like that would help), “What do you want right now?”

Grace arched her back and rubbed around her clit a few times. “I want to cum. I want to cum!”

Damn, she wasn't getting to where I wanted her to get.

“You can't get yourself to cum?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“No, I can't,” she cried.

“You want me to do something to make you cum?”

“I'm going crazy here,” she said. “I need-”

I cut her off. “Do you want me in particular to help you cum?”

“YES!” she shouted in frustration.

“How should I do that, Grace? What should I do?”

“I don't know!” she complained, all the while wiggling and thrusting her hips into the air. “Just... I don't know!”

“I have an idea, then,” I told her. “Sit up, if you can.” Grace wearily pushed herself up into a sitting position. “Scoot forward,” I instructed, then climbed onto the bed behind her. “Now lean that beautiful body back against me,” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

“Don't say things like that, Ron,” she mumbled.

“Sorry, you're right. I'll try not to make this weird.” Although it seemed she had little concept of how weird it already was. “Now, you just relax while I do the work,” I told her. “I'll try to rub you and see if I can get you over the edge.”

Grace's body seemed to lose much of the tension that had been building up, and yet she was still quite aroused. With one hand I lightly rubbed her chest, and with the other I slowly worked my fingers around her pussy lips. I had never felt a women so naturally wet – and I don't say that as a comment on the women I'd been with. I'd seen, touched, and tasted aroused women. This was beyond anything I had thought naturally possible. Strictly speaking, I guess it wasn't natural. This was super-natural.

After I rubbed her for a few minutes, teasing her clit and dipping fingertips into her entrance, I started to speak softly next to her ear. “Everything I say in the next 10 minutes, hear them not as Ron's voice but as your own thoughts. You don't think Ron is talking, you're just thinking these words.” I was proud of that little idea – if it indeed worked.

I continued, “What you really need is a cock. Imagine a cock filling you up right here,” I pressed a finger deep into her tunnel. “Imagine how good that would feel. Imagine how hard you'd cum if you just had a cock inside you right now. It wouldn't even be cheating.” She tensed up a little at that line. I was in dangerous territory.

“You're getting more and more aroused as you think about it. You don't need a person – cheating is with another person. You just need a cock – it's just like using a dildo or toy. It doesn't matter who the cock is attached to. You just need it inside you. It's not an emotional act, just a physical one. This won't end until you have a cock inside you. When that cock cums deep inside you, you'll finally cum and go back to normal. Once you leave here, it will all feel like a weird fantasy or dream.”