Control

Well the girls seem more than willing to suck you off for no reason, that's for sure. But do they obey any command? You roughly push her off your cock, allowing her to catch her breath through ragged coughing gasps while her chin drips freely with your cum and her spit.

"Alright, dummy. Take off your clothes." Tack looks up at you slightly annoyed but eventually stands and slides her dress off anyway. She attempts to leave on her undergarments but your angry glare has her quickly removing them as well.

You inspect her skinny naked body like a piece of meat once she has finished, grabbing hunks of flesh and jiggling them. You put both your grubby hands on her scant breasts and squeeze until she yelps, but she makes no effort to stop you. Not bad, but the skinny slut could use some meat on her bones. Definitely not enough tits and ass. You'll need to upgrade ASAP. You stand back and look her in the eyes as you issue your next command.

"Now burn your clothing."

"Wait, what?" Tack begins to protest, but, as if against her will, she piles her clothes on the bench, then promptly sets them on fire with a lighter from her purse. You watch the flame with a wicked grin for a moment thinking of all the possibilities you have with this level of control. Your penis twitches with excitement.

"You forgot something." You say, gesturing to her purse on the ground next to the bench. Her eyes grow wide as she attempts to fight against your control.

"A handbag isn't clothes! It's an accessory!" She shouts back, angrily stomping her foot at you.

"What the fuck? I'm not here to debate fashion with you, bitch! Toss it on!"

Tack looks at you pleadingly for a moment before slowly tossing her remaining belongings on the fire; now slowly setting the wooden bench ablaze as well. You nod with satisfaction as you play with yourself, before realizing your own mistake.

"Why is my cock not back in your mouth? From now on, my cock is not to leave your mouth, ever. Do you understand?" You yell at her sternly. Tack looks down and nods like a scolded child. She takes you back into her mouth only for you to slide it quickly down her throat. You watch the growing fire with a smile while brutalizing her face again for a moment, then decide it's time to step it up a notch.

You let go of your control of Tack's head, ensuring she leaves at least the head in her mouth while she catches her breath this time. Good! She's finally learning her place.

You start to walk away, causing your cock to suddenly pop out of her mouth. She scrambles to return it while you continue along. "Jeez! Try to keep up."

You begin walking down the street with Tack struggling to keep you in her mouth and keep up with you at the same time. Time to have some real fun!