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"Are you gonna finish anytime soon? Creeps like you usually come from the first touch of a woman." The tall beauty's voice was anything but pleasant right now, so I thought of a way to change that. 'She has a sexy French accent.' I didn't have to wait long for her to try to insult me once more. "You are a dirty little pervert aren't you?" She mocked spitefully, until she realized how coquettish her insult sounded with her new, sexy voice, More like a teasing dominatrix than an annoyed stranger. I felt my cock twitch in her hands at how arousing her words would now sound, no matter how mean she tried to be. "What the hell did you do to me? Why do I sound like such a whore?" No matter how hard she tried, her lilting new voice couldn't sound angrier than annoyed now. "How are you doing this to me? I am not some kind of common whore!"

"I only asked. I got lucky that such a kinky slut was walking by, I guess." I sat back and enjoyed the expert hands of this angry jogger. "Let me finish on your tits. And smile about it." Her expression changed below the nose, as her shining smile offset the daggers she stared at me. She leaned further over my lap, and her elbows pulled in, creating a nice deep target for my loads. Her cheery expression and and sultry voice brought me closer to the edge.

"How dare you? I would never do such a dirty thing for you. Stop this now!" Her desperation for me to finish sounded more impatient to get her sticky reward than for this to be over, and I could no longer resist. Her hands held my rod steady as I shot a few powerful globs straight for my target. My first load overshot and splatted onto the runner's chin, splashing across her neck. The others landed true, and she shivered at the warm goop sliding down between her presented tits, darkening the material encasing them. Her huffs of disgust sounded more like panting gasps of enjoyment, and her face still beamed with pride as she milked the last of my load onto her pumping hands. Her tasks finally complete, her mouth returned to a disgusted scowl, and she pulled her sticky fists away from my shrinking shaft, watching strings of cum try to keep her fingers tethered. She jumped to her feet and tried to shake of the white mess on her hands, but I stopped her with a final command.

"Don't clean up until you finish your jog. See ya!" I spanked her ass cheerfully, as she looked between me and her hands, no longer able to shake off their stain. "Or, if you want a protein boost, you can eat it off you." It was very nice of me to give her options. I saw her hands starts to approach her mouth, but she chickened out and started back on her jog, Cussing up a sexy storm the whole way.

"That was so hot, dude! Good accent choice. She's gonna have a hell of a time explaining it, but we're not here to worry about consequences. God, sharing the seat with her was so sexy. She was definitely enjoying herself, even if she wouldn't admit it." Jeanie leaned back on the bench, like she was the one who just came.

"Wait you could feel what she was feeling?" I was always shocked by her new powers. "Can you read their minds?"

She shrugs. "Yes and no. Some of it is just woman's intuition, but I can possess your potential victims. I need to be commanded by the Ringmaster of course." She gestures to me. "Since you didn't, our overlapping only gave me some basic access to her thoughts, feelings, etc. Long story short: she was getting a little wet ;)" She sat up straighter, with her hands on her knees, and looked me over. "You gonna be able to walk after that, Big Shooter, or should we wait for another victim here?" I knew she was taunting me, because this new body always seemed to be ready to perform.

"Yeah let's head out. She's probably gonna call the cops on us, anyway." I hopped to my feet and continued through the park, towards the shopping district. There would be plenty of shops with a wide assortment of victims to choose from. "Ok you're gonna need to tell me more of your powers. You being 'in' her would have been a fun experience."

"You were doing so fine on your own! Personally, I loved being in the audience, but I guess...if you commanded me to, Ringmaster." Her playful demeanor changed to that of a submissive sex **** imperceptibly fast. Her smug face melted into one of nervous excitement, biting her finger playfully. She flounced to her knees at my feet and looked up at me with timid, doe eyes, her breasts pushed on display by her magic chain outfit, which always seemed to show off her body perfectly without being indecent. Even her confident voice rose an octave to sound like the innocent virgin with her first lover. A weaker man would have jumped at the opportunity, but I just kept walking through her, knowing she just wanted to rev me up. "Hey, I'm serious! As much as I want to play, you have to give me permission." She floated quickly back to my pace. I gave her a wink, and she playfully punched my arm. My choice of hunting grounds was now in full view.