Speak...but give the power back, you can probably run if she goes crazy, right?

"What do you want, Eleanor?" you ask quietly.

"I want to bend you over that bar and fuck you until my balls bloat your belly full of seed so much that you look pregnant," she said, her voice oddly distant.

"Sorry, but I'm no Johnnie," you say, a little sadly.

She rises slowly, her cock falling as she does, lowering her ruined dress. Her top is even worth, covered in an ocean of cum, even if you rubbed it into the cloth with the towel. It's open at her breasts and her bra is even worse. You'd gotten the cum off her skin, which was flushed like she'd run for miles, and so stained with her own juices that you weren't sure it could be cleaned even with modern tools, you'd definitely failed with a towel.

"I want...to cum again. Once wasn't enough."

You almost frown at that, you'd thought you'd done quite well. She clearly saw your reaction. "You did good, but I need...more." The vibrator in her ass hit the ground, as she finally unclenched enough to free it. It sputtered to life for a moment, then died, it's little motors crushed, though the coating had held up well enough.

You blinked, you don't think you've ever heard of a futa doing that to a toy designed for futas. Sure, sometimes people could get hurt if you used a toy for males on a futa, as they might break it, damn, Will was going to be pissed. "Well, I think we can manage that here. We could use the other room? Uh...let me check with Will and, uh, there's some clothes in the lost and found, they let people take leftovers...if you want to change? I don't think my other outfit would fit you," you say, though the thought of her stretching obscenely out of your day clothes flashed through your head and you realized that you hadn't cum yet...which hardly seemed fair.

Her own gaze flicked down over her clothing, frowning as she realized how ruined it was, and then locked on your cock, still hard in your tight, shiny shorts. She flushed brightly. A futa coming before her partner was deeply humiliating and her partner not coming at all was absurd, unless he was locked in chastity, or otherwise being denied, and even then, forcing their partner to cum despite the poor man's best efforts was common. Indeed, it was one of the most common causes of 'punishment' scenes in the club, with some poor boi getting fucked, ordered not to cum, then punished when he couldn't resist. The punishments started with cleaning up their own mess...which you'd already done for her, even if you had been going for the full roll reversal.

"You haven't..." she said, embarrassed.

"Of course not, Eleanor, the scene isn't over and you aren't satisfied. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll cum my brains out before the day's over."

She took the reassurance, but chugged the rest of her drink, turned to Asia and demanded to know where the clothes were. And if this place had a shower. It did, as you well knew. As soon as she started to move away, you headed back to Will, shamefacedly carrying the broken vibrator. To your surprise, he was actually impressed and provided a stronger one. This apparently was a known potential issue, so they had metal sheathed ones. You had to use more lube and they were colder, but they worked and were allegedly unbreakable. Will was also very, very curious about the woman who'd broken it, you were even more curious what clothing the strict Dean might find in the lost and found. And whether it would fit. When she came inside, you were astounded by her outfit.