The trip only takes about ten minutes, but you're only halfway home before Jenny moans loudly and climaxes, oozing slick juices all over her fingers and your seat. Her hand on your dick clenches hard as she comes, a nice tight grip that barely closes around your girth.
"That's not okay." You say sternly, and she looks puzzled, still coming down from her orgasmic high. "You came. Without permission, without even asking. In my car. That's not okay."
She looks horrified. "I'm sorry! It just happened. I'm so horny around you, I can't control myself. And I've never been very good at stopping once I get close. I can't really control it. I'll clean it up! I'm sorry."
"Not yet, you're not." You state, and she swallows nervously.
Jenny no longer has the physical ability to achieve orgasm without my express verbal permission. She knows this, and knows that I know this. She needs no explanation and accepts this as an immutable truth. Nothing and no one can grant her an orgasm except my permission. The longer she goes without an orgasm, the hornier and stupider she will get. She knows this, too.
Jenny's face pales as my alteration sinks in. "What... the..."
"Jenny."
"Y-yes sir?"
"I didn't say you could stop playing with yourself."
With a groan she returns her slick fingers to her wet snatch, drawing sharp breath as she touches her sensitive little bud.
You pull into your parking spot and kill the engine. You could have a little fun in the car or you can head up.
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