Jerry Gets an Ally

Jennifer had been scrolling through her phone for a while now, and Jerry was astonished that his last command had made her not only perfectly OK with him changing her any way he wanted, but also completely uninterested in the very fact he could, and probably would.

He watched her, her tits still hanging and covered in drying cum, as she played with her phone.

"So... You're fine with me fucking with your brain?" He asked, trying to get her attention.

She rolled her eyes with a small smirk.

"Honestly, Jerry..." She said. "Why are you even asking? I told you I'm fine with whatever you want to do to my mind."

"You do realize I could change you any way I want?" He asked her, testing the waters. "I could make you believe you're the pope or something."

"Or quack like a duck?" She replied, giggling.

"That too." He said, smiling.

"Well if that's your thing, go for it. Do whatever you want." She shrugged.

Jerry could feel his dick growing again.

"I could turn you into my sex ****."

"You could." She simply replied with a sigh, still focused on her phone.

"And?"

"And what?" She asked, looking up at him for just a second.

Jerry shook his head and sighed.

"Would you want to be my sex ****?"

Jenny frowned and finally put her phone down.

"Of course not. I value our friendship far too much for that, and my autonomy for that matter." She replied with a pout. "But if you mind control me to want it, then I guess that'd be fine."

"Alright..." Jerry mumbled.

"Good! Glad we could clear the air." She said, stretching before grabbing her phone back.

Jerry nodded, then sat there for a minute, thinking about what he wanted to do.

Now was probably the best time to really experiment with the 'MP' network.

"Your name is not Jennifer." He typed.

"It's not?" Jenny's mind replied.

"No. Your name is Bitchy Whore. But you like to be called Bitch, or Miss Whore."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"I do."

He stared at the real Jennifer who didn't seemed to react the slightest bit.

"Jenny?" He called, trying to catch her attention.

She did not react, still scrolling some random social media website.

"Jenny?" He called, louder.

She looked up and frowned.

"Who's Jenny?" She asked.

"You're Jenny."

"I'm not..." She replied, shaking her head. "Are you trying to mind control me into believing that's my name?"

"Alright then." Jerry said. "What's your name?"

Jennifer smiled.

"Seriously, dude? You want me to tell you my name?"

"Indulge me!"

"Alright..." She whispered with audible frustration. "My name is Bitchy Whore."

Jerry grinned like an idiot. She sounded so convinced.

"Would you mind taking a look at your driver's license?" He asked her.

"Seriously, dude? This is getting annoying. What the hell do you want from me?"

"I want you to take a look at your driver's license."

"Fine." She said, grabbing her purse and looking at it.

She looked confused.

"What does it say?"

"Jennifer Trey" She replied, looking at him with suspicion. "How did you do that?"

"I mind controlled you to believe your name is Bitchy Whore."

"No you didn't!" She insisted, frowning. "And it's Bitch for you, mister."

Jerry burst out laughing and she stared at him like he was mad.

"You know your real name is Jennifer Trey, but when you are with me you want me to call you Bitch or Whore, because you love the name Bitchy Whore." He typed on his phone.

"I do!" She replied with her mind.

"Well of course that's not my real name, duh!" The real her exclaimed. "But I don't like you using it."

"Why not?" He asked. "That's a pretty weird name, don't you think?"

"Who cares? Since when did you become so judgemental?"

"Alright! Alright!" He said, raising his hands. "I'll call you Bitch from now on."

"Whore is fine too." She remarked, still glaring at him. "But don't let this give you any idea. It's just a name, alright?"

He nodded and she relaxed a bit, staring back at her phone.

"Bitch." He typed. "The reason why you want me to call you that way is because the most important thing in the world, to you, is making sure my sexual needs are fulfilled."

"Wait, is that true?" She mentally replied.

"It is true, and you know it without a doubt. You want me to be sexually satisfied, more than anything else."

The real Jennifer looked like she just had a revelation and looked him dead in the eyes.

"So..." She said. "How do you feel now that you've just cummed all over my tits?"

Jerry scratched his head, pretending to be confused.

"Well I feel good, I guess."

"You guess?" She asked, almost sounding irritated. "Did you enjoy it? Do you feel sexually satisfied?"

"I enjoyed it for sure!" He replied with a smirk. "And I guess I do feel more satisfied than when I arrived if that answers your question."

Jennifer leaned forward, towards him, her tits swaying under the effect of gravity.

"Do you find me hot?" She asked. "Nevermind. I know you do. You've been ogling me for years."

"Well I'd be lying if I said no." Jerry admitted.

She moved forward even more and let her right hand slide across his bulge.

"Listen." She said with a very serious tone. "If there is anything I can do to help you with your... needs... Just ask. And you know I'll always do my best to make you happy. You're my best friend."

"Oh, well that's sweet of you to offer." He said, smiling. "How come you've never done this before?"

"Because you are my best friend, and I didn't want to do something that would make you uncomfortable." She replied, staring at him with a smile. "But now that we're past that, I'm more than happy to help. I mean... Your sexual needs are super important to me."

"How important?" He asked, testing her once more.

She squeezed his dick through his pants.

"Super important, Jerry." She replied, her eyes locked on his.

"I don't know..." He said. "You're my best friend."

She moved back a little and bit her lips.

"Any way I can help you, I will." She insisted. "But if my body is of no interest to you, I can always help you find other girls."

Jerry nodded, showing he clearly was interested by her offer.

"Besides..." She added. "With that little magic trick of yours, I'm sure they wouldn't be too hard to convince, right?"

"Right." He said. "Well... How about fucking you now and taking some time in the next few days for you to introduce me to suitable candidates?"

"Sounds like a plan." She replied, smiling. "How do you want me?"

"On the table." He said, gesturing towards it.

She smiled and stood up, taking her jeans and panties off in a single motion, revealing a neatly shaven pussy. She laid down on the table and spread her legs wide, touching herself to get ready for him.

He soon followed, positioning himself behind her and squeezing her ass cheeks as she kept fingering herself.

"What about Kyle?" He asked right as he was about to enter her. He did not give a shit about the little fucker, but he needed to be sure their relationship would not cause any trouble.

She turned her head to look at him and frowned, clearly conflicted.

"Well..." She mumbled. "He doesn't need to know, does he?"

"Clearly not, girl." Jerry replied as he pushed his cock inside her wet cunt.

She moaned softly as she felt him enter her, then began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until she was bouncing on his dick like crazy.

Jerry moaned and moved his hands behind his back, giving slight thrusts in and out of her pussy, matching the pace of her movements.

"Do you like that?" She asked, panting.

"Oh you have no idea, Jenny." He replied, grabbing her tits from behind and squeezing them.

"Bitch!" She cried, throwing her head back.

"I love it when you scream like that." He said, watching her bounce on his dick.

She screamed even louder, clearly doing her best to content him.

Jerry grabbed her tits again and moved his hands around her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, kissing her neck, nibbling on her earlobe.

She continued screaming, her voice echoing throughout the room, while Jerry fucked her harder and faster.

"Fuck! Fuck!" She cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, bitch." He whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes and screamed even louder, her body trembling as she came on his dick.

"Mmmhmmm!" She moaned.

"That's it, Bitch."

She opened her eyes and looked at him with a big smile.

He wasn't that far behind either, and he started moaning and groaning as he shot his load deep inside her.

They stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow.

"Was it satisfactory?" She asked, giggling.

"Oh yes!" He confirmed. "My sexual needs are met, one hundred percent."

"I'm glad!" She beamed. "Please tell me if there is anything else I can do for you."

"Sure thing, girl." He nodded. "For starters I'd like you to send me a list of your hottest acquaintances."

"No problemo, dude." She replied, slowly standing up and catching his dripping cum with one hand before it could fall on the floor. "I'll make a power-point, with pictures and everything."

"You're my hero, Whore." He said, kissing her on the cheek.

She giggled once more and nodded.

"What would you even do without me?" She asked, smiling. "Anyway, weren't you supposed to mind control me or something?"

"Another time, maybe."

"Well I was already up for it but seriously if that makes it hotter for you I really want you to do it, alright?" She insisted.

"Alright." He said, nodding. "I'll think about it."

"Good!"

"Anyway!" He exclaimed, grabbing his pants from the floor. "I gotta go!"

"Oh yeah." She replied, looking at the clock on the wall. "Listen, I've got a date with Kyle tonight but if you need anything, and I mean anything sexual, please text me and I'll be there for you, alright?"

"I'll be fine. Just send me the list before noon tomorrow."

"I will!"

And with that, he left her apartment, leaving her covered with his spunk and with a happy smile on her face.