Like a charm

Grace's breathing was speeding up as I spoke. I could see her lips moving a little bit, as if she was mouthing the words to herself. A single tear traced a path down her cheek but she blinked away any that might have followed.

“It's just a cock,” she said softly. “No big deal, just a cock; it's... it's like a toy, something I can use to... to finish this.” And with that she leaned forward, pulling away from me. I pretended to be confused when she grabbed my sweatpants and started tugging them off me.

“I'm sorry, Ron,” she said, “I just... I just need to use your cock for a minute, that's all.”

“Oh, sure, no problem,” I said. As if that made sense.

I slid my body down until I was on my back. Grace took hold of my cock and pumped it once or twice, as if testing it. Then she straddled me and without comment slipped her pussy onto my cock. As soon as we were connected, she sighed and smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered. Then she started a slow back-and-forth movement, speeding up just a little after a minute. She was so very wet that I nearly slipped out a few times.

“Hold me tighter,” I instructed. “Squeeze your pussy walls around my cock.”

Oh, damn, did that work. Grace clenched her face as she clenched her pussy, and I was in heaven. She started moving up and down, still holding me tight in her depths. I had been so ready to explode even before entering her. There was no way I was going to last.

Once I saw Grace remove her hands and begin to rub her tits, I was done for. “Oh, God!” I warned, “I'm gonna cum!” That was Grace's cue to push down and hold me as deep as she could. “Oh yeah,” I grunted, “take my seed, girl. Take my baby!” To be honest, I've always had a little impregnation fetish, and I usually like to imagine I'm knocking a girl up, even if we're fully protected. I don't ever (usually) say anything out loud about it during sex (except with one girl I met who shared my fetish), but I was in another world with Grace milking my cum out of me. It didn't occur to me until later that I may have just commanded her to get pregnant with my baby. That was something I needed to think about.

As soon as my first load painted her walls, Grace cried out with a primal shout that sounded more like pain than pleasure at first. Her first shout was followed by a series of happy grunts and coos as her face twisted in pleasure and relief. She smiled broadly and shivered as her body finally felt the release she had been seeking for so long.

But I barely noticed all that. My own release was just as strong and fulfilling. Mixed in with the usual orgasmic sensations was a sense of power and control that I had never known before. It was intoxicating. I stared at the ceiling as Grace stretched out on my body, her pussy still twitching in light aftershocks around my softening cock. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, and with a groan, she rolled off and lay beside me. “Finally!” she exhaled loudly. Then her body started shaking, not in orgasm but in great sobs.

“What's happening to me?” she cried, putting her hands over her face.

This didn't make sense! I told her it would be just a dream, didn't I? Why was she freaking out?

Grace continued crying as she hurried out of the room. She came back in, mostly dressed, then shut herself in the bathroom. I heard her crying for a few minutes, then heard the flush of the toilet. Why hadn't my command worked? What boundary of my power had I bumped up against?

I started to fear for what might happen once Grace left, and by the time I had enough sense to get my own clothes together, Grace was out the door. I worried she would call Henri, or the police, and claim I had **** her or something. I had to, I had to think of a command to stop that.

I called her. If she would just answer, I could tell her to come back or something.

Her phone rang twice. “Hey Ron, what's up?” Grace's cheery voice seemed out of place.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Sure! Oh, sorry for flaking out. I, uh, I think I was spacing out or daydreaming or something. Were we not finished?”

Oh shit, that's right. I told her that it would seem like a dream after she left. “No, no problem. We were finished. You just left without saying good-bye.”

“Oh, I'm sorry bud. My bad. Like I said – my head's wasn't on straight. We'll catch up later, OK? I'm gonna call Henri now, K?”

“Yeah, sure, but... one more thing. Uhh, all the stuff I'm working on, it's proprietary – corporate secrets and all that. So, I probably should've said something sooner, but don't mention to anyone anything that happened in my apartment today, OK? Like, just forget everything.”

“Yeah sure, I get it,” she said. “That all?”

Shit – if she forgets everything, is she still going to obey me?

“One more thing – last thing, I promise. Tell me your favorite sexual position and why you like it.” If that worked, I could just make her forget it. If it didn't, I'm kind of in the dog-house, friend-wise. But I couldn't think of anything else on the fly that would really test her.

“Missionary, for sure,” she answered. “I like feeling a guy on top of me, and I like being able to make out and look into his eyes. I like feeling him just pushing down on me over and over.” Then after a second she said, “Shit! Why did I say all that?”

“It's OK,” I said, “Just forget this whole phone call.” Then I hung up. Mission accomplished. Now to set my sights on my next... capture.