"Throwback Thunderstorm" with the shop owner, Luna

"Weather warning update: starting in five minutes, for the next hour, Throwback Thunderstorms will be in effect, in addition to previous weather advisories. Whenever lightning strikes, the closest person affected by the Robot Rain Fog will be given a command to enact the most recent sexual fantasy of the app holder that was not acted upon already. Commands can still be issued, but will not be heeded if they conflict with the Throwback Thunderstorm effect."

Weird Weather's Tip: If you've been having a lot of good ideas you don't have the balls to act upon, now's the time! Just blame anything that happens on the thunderstorm! Why not find somewhere comfortable to sit and let the action come to you? Also, we highly recommend you make sure you're in the vicinity of two people you like..."

My eyes widened and the peanut butter caught in my throat as the phone fell from my hand onto the table. This wasn't good... the near-saintly self-control I'd been practicing up to this point wouldn't help at all in a situation like this. Not to toot my own horn, but if I were a weaker-willed person, I'd still be back at the DMV, either readying for my eleventh round with Rachel or otherwise fucking everyone with a pulse in the world's first orgy ever held inside the most boring government-owned building on our planet. Okay, so that's probably a slight exaggeration of my sexual stamina.

So no self-control... no option to run away without risking bringing a stranger I'm not even sexually attracted to into all of this... what was left?

I began to scroll through the app, checking every screen I could find, looking for options or some kind of little gear icon, which Akari had told me once before is the universal symbol for "settings." There had to be some way to toggle it off, right? Things were already going to be weird enough with Akari going forward without subjecting her to every perverse act I'd thought about over the past hour.

I backed up towards the edge of the kitchen closest to the outside window. Any second now I was going to run out of time and Akari was going to burst through that door, then start doing... heck, I needed to not think about it! Thinking about it and not doing it would just make her do it! I couldn't even think up sexual scenarios that gross me out to try to kill my erection, because then those would become unacted upon sexual fantasies. I grabbed up the sandwich I'd dropped a moment ago and began chewing it to distract myself.

That's when I heard something that somehow managed to make me panic even worse than I already was. It was the sound of snoring coming from the next room over... the snoring of an elderly person. If this person was the register woman's mother, there was a chance that actually put her pretty close to my age... but if she was Luna's grandmother instead of her mother, I wasn't about to stand around and risk the coin toss over whether she was still foxy at sixty or seventy.

Begrudgingly, with my palms sweating and my knees knocking, I made my way to the front room, where Akari was still standing there, covering her lower body with a pair of tye-dye swim shorts pinched in two fingers like she'd forgotten how to wear clothing. Her modest breasts were covered with nothing but her upper arms. I tried not to stare too long at my co-worker...

... Because my choice had to be the other woman. The Chief had practically threatened to castrate me if I did anything weird to Akari and furthermore, I had some serious reservations about changing our relationship that way. That meant that the blond hippie chick-- presumably Luna, judging by the name on the store-- was going to have to be my fallback. I felt a little bad about it, but it was also a chance to record some footage that would prove the Robot Rain Fog really worked, following the Chief's instructions.

I had only a minute left, so I used that time to brace for impact as much as I could manage. In hindsight, it was a little funny: my sense of ordinary decorum was well-preserved enough that I actually walked around to the other side of the service counter to speak to her. I clapped my hands to activate her, leaning in closely enough so that I wouldn't risk resetting Akari's current functionality, then cleared my throat. "Luna. Your name is Luna, right?"

The blond didn't answer. The woman's sleepy blue eyes continued to stare forward, now more alert thanks to the activation, but otherwise unresponsive.

Right. Commands. "Tell me if your name is Luna."

"My real name is Beatrice. But my friends call me Luna," she responded in a droning voice.

"Right." Time was running short. There was one thing I needed to accomplish, more important than anything else: I needed to make what was about to happen as guilt free as possible. "Luna, tell me if you, like my coworker, have a secret fetish for older, dad-looking types."

"I don't."

"Darn. I guess I couldn't be that lucky. Uuuuuh tell me-"

Before I could get any other commands out, I nearly jumped out of my skin-- thunder boomed outside the little curio shop so loudly that it sounded like a bolt might have hit my truck. While I was still disoriented, Luna leaped across the counter. I shielded myself with both arms, thinking I was about to be assaulted by the shopkeeper in some sort of reverse robbery situation.

I still had my eyes closed when I felt something soft push up against my groin, then begin to grind up and down against it. Pleasantly surprised, I opened my squinting eyes slowly. Right, the Throwback Thunderstorm. Luna had bent over the register counter again, this time on the customer side, so that the seat of her bell bottoms jeans was thrust out onto me. She was "throwing it back," as the younger folks would appropriately call it. The feeling of her fashionably tight jeans pushing against my pitched tent was pretty satisfying-- a sales pitch for the bell-bottom jeans she sold at her store, in a way.

She wasn't quite done fulfilling the fantasy. While grinding me, she grabbed hold of my forearms and pulled me forward, causing me to hunch over her slightly, bearing down with my full body. Once I was positioned like she wanted, she pushed my hands up to each of her breasts, and held them there. Effectively, she'd **** me to take her over the counter, like I'd imagined doing when I first walked into the store. Gulping, I squeezed at her chest... she was perhaps a bit more slim than I like them, but also braless, letting me feel her full shape and perky nipples through the comfortable cotton fabric of her top. There was nothing to complain about, even if she was treating me a bit roughly, burying my face awkwardly in her lengthy blond hair.

As nice as all of this was, I needed my earlier question out in the air if I was going to properly enjoy any of this. "Luna. Tell me if there is any part of your personality that should make me not guilty about what's happening to you right now." Maybe she was a terrorist? Maybe she deserved to be hypnotized into grinding some forty year old guy because she ran over a bunch of kids at a school crosswalk? You never know. I needed some sort of way to not feel bad about a complete stranger, a sweet shopkeeper by all appearances, being made into a robot sex toy for my own pleasure with no say in the matter.

"You shouldn't feel guilty because I have sex with strangers in the shop all the time."

"... Oh." That actually sort of checked out. This seemed like a pretty remote place with not a lot of ways to entertain oneself. She was a hippie. Hippies were all about free love. It made sense. "Ahem, do you uh... Do you make sure they wear a rubber? Or at least get tested after?"

"Yes. I make them wear a rubber."

"Phew..." How admirable. Pretty responsible of her. "Do you have one for me, then?"

"Yes."

I was no longer feeling guilty about having to use Luna this way, but I was feeling pretty awkward. She'd gotten me into the position, but it couldn't be any less comfortable, with her forcing my hands to squeeze, her doing all the work down below, and me less embracing her and more lying down atop her back. I grunted and shifted my body, now taking up the task for groping her breasts myself and standing back upright.

It was still pretty weird, with her acting like a completely emotionless robot. Earlier, I'd found it was highly preferable to allow Akari to act as her natural self, so I'd do the same here. "Luna. Please respond to my next messages in character as Luna."

The blond nodded her head and looked back over her shoulder, first flipping her hair so that it fell the way she liked it, then giving me an encouraging smile. Her eyes had a kind of a perpetual, half-stoned look, with a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. Actually, maybe she was stoned, in hindsight. "Sure thing, dude. Hey, you gonna buy anything, by the way?"

"I... wasn't planning on it."

"Aw, man. Bummer! I'd be more in the mood if you bought something," she sighed.

"Luna, tell me how I can get you more 'in the mood' without paying for it," I requested. A little shameless in hindsight, but I wanted this to feel good for her too, and yet... I really didn't want to buy any of her hippie crap. It felt like nothing in the shop was really priced for me to splurge on it and I was about as far from the target market as possible. If you're thinking I sound really cheap, well... I don't make a lot of money, like I've mentioned.

"Hm. Well... what's your star sign?" Luna questioned, giving me a sort of goofy grin now.

Ah, right; I'd seen she seemed interested in horoscopes. Unfortunately, my answer was uninspiring. I answered that I had no idea what my star sign was.

"What's your birth date, then?"

August 29th.

"Great! Then you're a Virgo. The needy type, huh?"

Huh? I was the needy type? I'd never thought of myself that way at all... Then again, I didn't believe in horoscopes either. It was probably a bunch of bologna.

"Hmmm... I have Cancer, myself."

"Oh, Luna. I'm so sorry."

"Nhaa-haha!" she snort-laughed, her body rocking in a way momentarily unrelated to the grinding but nonetheless jostling my growing erection in a favorable way. "No, dude, I mean the star sign Cancer. The crab. Ordinarily it's not a great match with Virgo..."

"But?"

"But the paper today said that Virgos are in for super good fortune today! That means you're probably loaded. I like a man of means, you dig?" she chuckled, wiggling her ass back and forth on my groin for a moment, before hooking her hands into the sides of her bell-bottom jeans and beginning to shimmy them down. I wasn't actually sure if this was part of the sexual fantasy or just her acting in-character. "I'll give you a little extra service and you give me a big tip, okay?"

I was stuck in an awkward place, earnestly appreciating her pornographic dirty talk, but also knowing I had very little spare cash to give her, even if she pressed me. Regardless, she continued even without me stuffing any bills anywhere. Luna let her bell-bottoms slide down to her knees, revealing a pretty eye-catching, tie-dye bikini bottom in a thong style, providing very little coverage of her cheeks. Despite the colors, it didn't look like the kind of thing she'd sell here-- definitely a specialty item you find online. It even had little tassels in bright colors hanging all around the border, which probably comprised more fabric than the panels in total. They swished hypnotically as she wiggled her hips for me.

It was maybe the kind of thing a stripper would wear... but a little out there, even for a stripper. No one but a real tie-dye fanatic could pull this off.

Almost as eye-catching as her panties was the tramp stamp in tattooed black ink just over the top, reading "LOVE & PEACE" in pretty cursive. I could definitely see why people might seek out and shell out for this hippie chick, even if she had nothing worth selling in the entire store. Luna herself was definitely part of the package.

Before today, when was the last time I touched a woman's breast? When was the last time a woman had smiled at me this way or tempted me in this way? The atmosphere and the foreplay were both giving me the most aching erection I'd felt since Rachel got her hands on me in the car, and unlike last time, it seemed like I might get a chance to enjoy it for a while. Only...

I looked to the side, where Akari was just standing there. Watching us. Scowling. Crap, I'd forgotten she was still instructed to act in character, and it probably looked like I was doing exactly what she wanted me to do to her, but with a different woman. Sure enough, she was wearing a scowl on her face, probably thinking that I was the worst. And maybe she was right.

"Um... Akari. Turn and face the corner, please."

"Ugh!" she groaned, sounding even more frustrated as she followed my command, exposing her cute, bare butt to me in the process. I hadn't intended for that to happen. It was just a happy accident. Shamefully, I couldn't help but imagine bending her over and feeling her up the same way I was Luna... but doing anything like that was still forbidden fruit, for multiple reasons.

It was occurring to me that I might need to address Akari's feelings in a better way later, but it was hard to think. Compounding the difficulty thinking was another flash of lighting and thunder outside, which caused me to squeeze Luna's boobs a little harder than I'd been meaning to.

"Rawr!" she giggled back at me, curling one hand like a tiger's paw.

That was fine-- I appreciated the playfulness, actually-- but what was worrisome was that her body had kicked into a new gear without me issuing any new instructions. I'd forgotten about the Throwback Thunderstorms. Unfortunately, at this point, I couldn't really remember what other sexual fantasies I'd witnessed and dismissed on the way to Luna's shop, so I had no idea what was coming.

It wasn't hard to figure out with context clues, as Luna shoved down her thong with a new sense of purpose. Her hips were a little skinny, as I mentioned before, but when a slutty blond bends over her counter to let her take her doggy-style, you don't refuse. I realized now that was what she was doing-- she was imitating the older woman, younger guy pair I'd seen on the porch just before arriving into the store, the one that had briefly made me think "I wonder what it'd be like to do someone doggy-style."

I'd say now was my chance to find out, but it was less an offer and more an insistence. Before I could back off, she'd grabbed my hands again, wrapping my forearms around her hips. My hands ended up hugged under her, one on her slim belly, the other resting on a somewhat thick bush between her legs. I have mentioned several times that she's a hippie chick, so let's not judge her on that part of her grooming habits. It did make me wonder how the thong would have looked on her from the front, though...

Wait, this was no time to be thinking about what was going on with the spot between her legs! More importantly, she'd unzipped me and wrapped her hand around my penis. Ordinarily, I was a little self-conscious about it, but she hadn't even given me a chance to go through my usual self-deprecating routine.

"This is actually my first time having sex with a Japanese guy," she pointed out, unprompted.

I felt my eyebrow twitch. She might have just been tactlessly implying I was a little undersized compared to her usual. It was annoying to the point of distraction... I knew I was forgetting something important. It was on the tip of my tongue.

Luna guided me gently towards her pussy, thankfully eschewing the excess **** now that I wasn't resisting... I guess I'd been thinking of using that hole when I saw the two during my drive, rather than entering the asshole. That was probably for the best, as we hadn't lubed her up or anything. I felt my penis's head stroke her bush for just a moment, rubbing just past the mark, before she got it lined up properly and began to slide me inside. I was already slick with precum and she was a little wet herself. I thought that had less to do with my sexual attractiveness and more to do with her general horndog nature.

It felt so good... I'd forgotten how good raw sex feels. My wife and I did it for a while, before the spark left, but she was the only one I'd ever had. We hadn't done it a lot towards the end, either. I felt like I'd never really satisfied her and the more we both came to realize that, the less motivated I was, and in turn, the less eager she was to push me. It was a pretty fast snowballing effect that really destroyed my sex life-

Wait! Raw! That's right, that's what I'd forgotten. I forgot that I was supposed to put on a condom and since that wasn't part of the original fantasy, she hadn't bothered getting one on me either. I was doing her totally bareback!

Realizing my mistake, I tried to pull out, but she held me in place with a surprising grip, using both hands to hold me against her just by wrapping her fingers at my own waist. She was also doing all the work in terms of slapping her buttocks back and forth against my groin to accomplish internal friction. She couldn't really be this strong, but I had to guess the robotic **** influencing her was also translating to enhanced, animal strength.

I pushed my hands against her bottom, hoping to push her forward so that I could free my penis from her vagina. It had no effect whatsoever. I could feel my penis twitching and throbbing-- my sexual stamina, as I mentioned, wasn't the best, so I knew I'd probably release way faster than she'd actually be through. I doubted she'd release me at that point. My sexual fantasy hadn't ended with the guy pulling out!

****, I began slapping my palm down upon her butt loudly, reddening it quickly. It was a brutish thing to do, but I was trying everything I could to make her let go. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, wrenching her head back with uncharacteristic roughness.

"Wow! You're the kind of dude who changes like Dr. Jecks and Mr. Hyde when he's horny, huh?" she laughed, then moaned as I slapped her ass again.

"Kenzo... you jerk!" Akari grumbled from the corner. I thought I saw her rubbing her legs together and at first, it made me think she had to use the bathroom. I only realized later in hindsight that she was probably masturbating, I just couldn't see it clearly from that angle.

Not that I needed to be any more aroused. Luna's sex face, biting her lip and curling her eyes as I pulled her hair, was doing half the work there, her sloppy, wet pussy the other half. I was trying extremely hard not to cum inside of her. If I unloaded on her like that, I would be sort of crossing the lines she'd set herself in terms of her sex with strangers. Not that she, in-character, was really protesting... I gave up trying to hit her on the ass any more and wrapped her haunches with both my hands, pushing and clenching my teeth in one last ditch effort to free myself.

She pulled her own hands forward, hard. I felt myself thrust inside of her, hitting some deep spot. I pursed my lips and felt my glasses slide down my face as lightning struck again.

I was cumming inside of her. Definitely. I could feel myself shooting ropes. It was so nice... the youthful pussy of a smiling girl who's nice to me and doesn't tell me how lifeless my sex is. I couldn't stand how nice it felt! She was so, so tight around me as I filled her up, cumming harder than I could remember ever cumming with my ex-wife. "How's this for a zest for life?!" I shouted, surprising myself. I was furious with both my past self and my ex-wife, while equally laudatory of myself for turning this corner in my sexual life, even though my own decisiveness or behavior, actually had very little to do with it.

I looked down, ready to examine my handiwork as the throbbing began to give away to post-coital numbness. Then, I noticed two alarming things in quick succession.

The first: that thunderstorm had modified the fantasy at play. When the lightning struck, we'd flipped to my previous fantasy... which turned out to be that the young man was fucking the older woman anally. As such, she'd quickly switched me over to her asshole. I'd lost track of that during all the action. I could feel the wetness of my own cum coating my well-used penis and her interior walls.

The second: that she hadn't stopped. Despite my spent state, she was still going. At this point, raw as I was, it was getting uncomfortable for me. I tried to pull out, but it was still impossible. "Luna, s-stop fucking me!" I tried to command her.

"Nuh uh. You know that's in conflict with the robot fog stuff, right, dude? Plus, I haven't actually climaxed yet, you gotta keep going!"

Huffing with exertion, I gave up trying to push her off and picked up my phone instead, having to grasp at the shop counter a few times before finally getting my hand around it. I checked the time. We'd been at it for about thirty minutes now. There was still half the total time left before the thunder stopped!

Just then, I remembered something else: I was supposed to get proof of what the weather was doing to people. "Akari, help me video this," I requested. There was no way I could get the video app up on my phone without her help.

"Seriously? You're gonna make me video tape you having sex with another girl?!" she shouted, huffing in abject refusal of the ridiculous concept. Despite those words, however, she came over to me and did just that. I respectfully averted my eyes, as she wasn't making much of an effort to cover herself, now setting aside the tie-dye pants she'd been using like a matador cape to instead hold the phone. "You know you owe me one for this, right?"

"I-I owe you, even though this is all the weather making this happen?" I gulped. I didn't want to be locked into a sexual contract.

"Duh!"

"... Akari, I command you to let me have this one without me owing you anything."

She blinked a few times, then groaned. "Fiiiine. You don't owe me one. But, you know... if you want to fool around some time..." I wasn't looking at her, but I could imagine my co-worker's pleading expression, her almond eyes cast downward as she shyly reckoned with propositioning her buddy so directly for a sexual fling...

Dammit! Thinking about doing this with Akari was making me cum again. I felt myself making new feeble spurts inside of Luna's ass. It reminded me of the times I'd masturbated to videos before, cum before the end of the video, and then tried to make it to the end out of respect for the artist, achieving only a few more pumps that sort of hurt more than feeling enjoyable.

"Knew ya had it in you, dude," Luna chuckled. "I'm like... still not at a climax yet though, so keep going."

"K-Keep going?!" I gasped, pushing my eyeglasses back onto my face with two fingers as they threatened to fall off. I felt like my soul was being dragged out of my penis. I'm not the kind of guy who has three pumps in me! She didn't let up, though. I was beginning to think her paper had it all wrong: Virgos might not be lucky today at all. If anything, I felt like I was being fucked to ****! "Please, I'm old. Give me a break!"

"Come oooon, forty is the new twenty," she laughed.

"There's no scientific basis for that!" I retorted. At this point, I had only one recourse left; I had to wait for the next thunderclap and hope that whatever it was, it resulted in giving me some freedom to stop myself from cumming. Right now, I was still releasing feeble spurt after spurt. She might not have climaxed yet, but I was stuck in a repetitive loop of the most pathetic cumshots I'd summoned in my life. If the earlier release had made me feel like a sexual tiger, being taken so far beyond my limit against my will was making me feel like a mistreated wet cat by comparison.

Thankfully, the lightning clapped again. I had no idea what sort of fantasy was next on the docket, but whatever it was, it allowed me to free my poor penis for a moment. I was afraid to even look at it. I was worried I was bruised or injured.

Before I could gather my bearings, I was suddenly dragged by the arm outside into the rain. I struggled to hold my glasses on as Luna pulled me towards my car and Akari followed, video-taping the whole thing. By the time they **** me to pile into the car with them-- Luna in the passenger seat, Akari in the back seat-- it was all I could do to hold my glasses on.

"Pedal to the metal, dude!" the hippie chick insisted, grinning from ear to ear as the rain water ran down from her moppy blond hair to the bridge of her nose.

I couldn't. I wouldn't. Why would I? Why the hell would I try to drive at a time like this?

When I refused, she sighed, then leaned over, grabbing one of my feet. I shrieked in terror as she pushed my foot down onto the pedal, then resisted no further. Whatever fantasy I'd had, it involved driving the car while it happened, and it would just be worse if I tried to fight back against that part of it. If I held my hands to the wheel and used the gas and brakes, at least I could control where we were going.

That was about all I could control, though. I screamed again as Luna imitated the driving instructor's motions from earlier, pushing her lips down on my abused cock and giving me another hard blowjob. "Thish isn't gmnna hpp me climash, y'know?" she spoke around a mouthful, as she looked up at me with a joking smile in her eyes.

I didn't care if it was helping her climax or not! I struggled to keep my driving steady as she rigorously pumped my cock for what felt like the hundredth time. Why was this happening?!

No, I don't mean in the broader, cosmic sense. I was wondering why this, specifically, was happening. I'd fulfilled this sexual fantasy. Rachel had sucked me dry in the car earlier. This shouldn't count as something I hadn't acted upon.

I realized what was going on as I watched the rear view mirror, seeing Akari fingering her bare, shaved pussy with a frustrated expression on her face. She was clenching her teeth, trying to avoid making any noise, but she was masturbating furiously with one hand while video-taping with the other, plunging two fingers in and out of her slit while massaging the upper part with her palm.

That's right... at one point, I was wondering if Akari would be jealous, watching Rachel suck me off. I guess that counted as a sexual fantasy. I was a little guilty now, remembering that; it was pretty self-absorbed of me, having a fantasy like that.

But all I could think about now was trying to avoid crashing the car. I was going to have to just drive in circles in the dirt area serving as Luna's parking lot to avoid hitting anything. However, as I began to do just that, she grabbed my hand on the steering wheel and pushed, pointing us towards the main road. "W-Why?!" I shouted in terror, as we began to approach the traffic I'd been trying to avoid.

She sort of shrugged her shoulders and laughed. That's right; she probably had no idea. If I had to guess, I'd been imagining driving back to the main office at the time... that had to be why.

I shouted in terror as we began weaving in and out of traffic, which now seemed to be moving just enough to let us through, perhaps for the sake of fulfilling this fantasy of mine. With Luna's hands off the wheel, I did it myself, although it was essentially a "can't lose" situation. Any time I'd come close to hitting somebody, their car would miraculously maneuver out of the way. The mysterious app really was pretty good at preserving people's safety.

And so, like that, with Luna's blond head bobbing up and down on my cock and my co-worker, naked, masturbating furiously in the back seat, I drove my way to the office like I was planning on clocking in for a work day. It seemed like a crash wasn't going to kill me, at least...

... But the Chief probably would. I prayed to high heaven that everything I was filming wasn't being uploaded directly in some way that she could see it happening.

By the time we'd made it to the office, thankfully, the weather was letting up. The sun was beginning to shine in some semblance of normal weather. Rain puddles were still pooled up here and there and cars were stalled all over the place with people squeezing the last bit of their sexy fun time out of the Slut Showers effects. All the more reason I needed to get safely inside to my workplace. At least I knew that the boss hadn't been out in the weather... I ought to be able to talk to her safely.

Luna, for her part, finally released my penis. Her face was absolutely dripping in stray cumshots just now. I didn't know how much of my semen she'd guzzled-- I'd lost count. I felt like I'd never cum again.

I actually wasn't too worried about her. Her lifestyle didn't seem so at odds with being seen this way. What I was worried about was my nude co-worker in the back, still furiously working her slit and her bean, despite having squirt so much that she'd soaked my car seats. I couldn't let the others see her this way...

I hoped that a little bit of the Robot Rain Fog was still working. "Akari... lie down behind the seats, near the floor-board."

Thankfully, it worked. She managed to squeeze her slender body down there.

"Great... Luna, use the napkins under my dashboard to dry off your face."

She nodded, then did so. See? Akari always made fun of me for holding on to napkins fast food places give me like they were some precious resource, but they'd come in handy just now, hadn't they?

Having done my due diligence for the ladies, I climbed out of the car myself. "I'll be back. We'll figure this out after I report in to the chief. Um... Sorry about all that."

"No need to apologize. It was fun!" Luna responded with a big grin, still keeping her legs parted shamelessly with no pants in sight.

"I'll take that apology," Akari huffed from the floorboard, sounding breathless.

"Sorry," I repeated, tucking my very spent penis back into my trousers and zipping up. My suit was soaked from the rain. My entire fit was a mess, my glasses lop-sided, my tie crooked, my shirt half-untucked. I couldn't walk without moving bow-legged. I didn't look that unpresentable compared to everyone else around me, fucking in their cars, but I was getting there.

And I was sure the Chief would have a biblical tongue-lashing ready when she saw me...