The same man's car

Stacy felt herself marching quickly out of the store with none of her needed food. She fought the ghost with all her might, but the narrow heels of her pumps were too strong. As she switched tactics, alternating control attempts to various parts of herself, Jezebel merely tightened her grip on every other part in her control. Stacy could only swing her head and try to catch someone's glance, but no one raised their eyes past her chest as Jezebel added extra, otherworldly bounce to her funbags. Stacy tried to aim herself toward her own car, but instead she was directed to a small, red sedan, whose driver she recognized from the cereal aisle. "No, please! I'm sorry. I promise I'll cooperate." She begged her controller.

"I know you will." assured Jezebel as they reached the driver side window. A quick bend at the waist brought her face close to the glass, and Stacy was able to get a good look at him. He wasn't unattractive, feeling her body heated up by the horny ghost. He had short, dark hair, and when Jezebel softly rapped on the window pane, she saw his vibrant, steel blue eyes widen in recognition. He rolled down the window with a mechanical whirring and Jezebel beamed at him. "Hello there, stranger. Remember me?" The answer was obvious, even if he was too lost in her cleavage to verbalize it. "I seem to have forgotten my purchases inside," Jezebel gestured with a slender shoulder that sent a jiggling wave across her chest, "and I'm SO hungry. Do you have anything to fill me up?"

The stranger finally found his words as he wet his lips "Yes." He croaked, and Jezebel leaned in slowly, lifting Stacy's slender hand through the open window. The man's eyes followed her to his growing bulge, but had to correct their course as Jezebel instead reached down to unlock the car doors. She rested her full tits on the window frame before rising quickly, inertia putting on a show for the driver. Jezebel paraded Stacy around the front of the car, taking agonizingly slow steps to give him an eyeful. She opened the passenger door and entered ass first, jeans threatening to split right down the middle. Rough fabric tingled across her exposed lower back and she settled into the seat. Stacy watched herself preen vainly in the rearview mirror as the driver was too scared to say anything, lest he awaken from this dream. Jezebel winked through the glass at her captive and finally turned to her target.

"Could you take us somewhere more private?" Her lidded eyes gazed down at his lap, her meal straining against his khakis. He nodded dumbly and peeled out of his parking space, eagerly wracking his brain for a secluded area close by. Jezebel stared down her driver with hunger, never breaking eye contact when he glanced anxiously between her and the road. "I really appreciate this." Jezebel cooed, and she rested a gentle and on his wide thigh, squeezing some solid muscle. Stacy felt Jezebel heating up at the thought of those powerful legs. Suddenly Jezebel seemed to have an idea. "Mmmm," she moaned, her hand sliding onto his zipper, "that looks so delicious. I don't think I can wait." Stacy feared what this meant, as she watched her fingers slowly drag the zipper down.

Stacy felt humiliating helplessness as this phantom slut used her to fish this guy's dick out. It was fully average, but for some reason, her pussy tingled when she touched it; her panties pressed against her tight lips with a **** as thick as this guy's cock head. Jezebel gave the man appreciative moans before gobbling up his meat. Stacy moaned in shock while Jezebel moaned in bliss. She took the man fully into her mouth on the first descent before pulling completely off with a lewd pop. "Wow, I haven't tasted cock in so long!" Jezebel gushed. Her expert mouth had coated his shaft in saliva, and she eagerly pumped his length while she talked. "You're delicious." She marveled, collecting a drop of precum on her finger to hungrily lick. "Try to last long for me." She begged the driver before returning to his lap. Stacy felt like her head was on a yo-yo as her plump, red lips dragged her face up and down his cock. Her collar rippled around her throat, playing her like an instrument of slutty moans and gags. The man was grunting and panting along with her, occasionally a low moan escaped him which tingled Stacy in all the right ways. She cursed herself for being so turned on by being a slut. This had to be Jezebel's influence. Stacy wasn't a willing whore like this ghost was. She could resist the lust of the spirit long enough to get free or get help.

The man's driving was starting to get erratic, though Jezebel never released her treat, and he finally pulled into an alley where he could enjoy his head. Jezebel wiggled Stacy's ass high in the air as she vacuumed the man dry. He ran his rough hands through her hair and **** her to go faster. When men had done this to Stacy before, she tended to gag and ****, but Jezebel made sure her throat stayed relaxed and calm. She felt like a rubbery sex doll, stretching for her owner. Her painted lips never smeared on the throbbing cock and each slide down his pole created a twin sensation in her lower lips. She was getting spit roasted by one guy, and she was as ready to burst as he was. She found herself wanting him for fuck her face more, begging for the release she craved, but he beat her over the crest and shot a powerful blast of baby batter into her esophagus. Jezebel squealed at the salty treat that Stacy prayed she would spit out, but she felt her collar work her neck muscles to pull in every drop that poured.

After about 30 seconds of tender sucking and swallowing, the man's cock slid out of the possessed woman's mouth with a dry pop, and she dabbed at the corners of her lips to get any stray spunk. The man sat back stunned. "Thanks for lunch, handsome. Could we do this again sometime?" He nodded limply, and Jezebel reached low into Stacy's purse, finding her business card like she put them there herself. She passed the bone colored slip to the dazed gentleman, **** to place it in a shirt pocket herself. She gave his toned pec a tickling stroke and a nipple twist before getting out of the idling car. "Next one's gonna cost you." She warned, before she closed the door and walked out of the alley. "Oh, wasn't that wonderful, Stacy? See how easy getting a man can be with my help?" Stacy was furious that she had been made into a little whore and frustrated that she didn't even get to cum. "If you're a good girl, next time you might get a happy ending, too." Stacy vowed, there wouldn't be a next time.