Improvise

You unzipped your jeans and began jerking off. You moved to her, close enough for a kiss. "Clarice, look straight ahead and open your eyes."

Her gaze was distant like she was sleeping with her eyes open. She didn't mind you fapping inches from her face, she breathing right into it. You were jacking off over your sister's friend. Clarice looked past it, not caring.

"Show your breasts," you ordered her. Her forehead wrinkled, eyes shocked before going back to being distant again.

"No," she said, the warm air tickling your penis. Still, it seems you had to dance around the subject. You rethought your wording.

"Clarice, pull up your shirt all the way to your armpits."

"Okay. . ." she grabbed the bottom of her green T-shirt and revealed her bare breasts. Not wearing a bra, Clarice was full of surprises. Her tits were out for the world to see, round and firm with pink nipples like the cherry on top. You had to keep going.

"Poke your tongue out," you commanded, and she stuck it out like she was teasing a friend. Without stop, you began rubbing your cock on her tongue. It was warm and wet, but she was uninterested, just a blank stare into your stomach. That's a good sign. If you take things step by step, it won't trigger an emotional response. This gave you an idea.

"Clarice, move your tongue up and down as fast as you can, please," you asked. She moaned a response and began flailing her tongue around, saliva down her cheek and over your member. Her tongue teased the edge of your penis, pulsing pleasure up the tip. You grabbed her wrist and made sure her slender fingers grasped your shaft. Then you guided her hand along, stroking you up and down. "Repeat the motion with your hand."

She jerked you off. Her hand was milking you, and her tongue was massaging the head. Some of your seed spilled out, sticky on the tip of her tongue. She didn't mind, well, she didn't understand what she was doing. You've created a pleasure machine that had taken you to the edge. You were close. "Faster."

Her hand blurred, her saliva acting as lubricant. You couldn't take anymore. Your knees weakened, shivering in pleasure. Cum spurts hit her tongue, her lips and all the way up her cheek. She didn't react as it splashed over her, she just kept the pace up, unknowing she'd pulled you to orgasm. Your fluid ran down her face, collecting and dripping from her chin, dropping down on her tits.

"You can stop doing what I told you, Clarice," you said before she could wank you raw. You took her hand off your penis and let it down, together with her shirt. "You did well."

"Thank you," she smiled through the cum, unsure of what she'd done, but still proud.

"Take a shower, and when you're done, you'll wake up from your trance, understand?"

"I'll take a shower and then wake up."

"Good girl."