Having random fun

The amount of things you can do with this power are so numerous and varied that you can't pinpoint towards one specific activity. You figure the best thing to do is to just head outside, hit the town, and see what happens. An almost dark, devilish smile shows itself on your face as you think about what you'll be able to accomplish. Your normally calm and collected character is turning into that of a playful, mischievous one.

"Erica," you call out to your nude cousin who's still reading on her bed. She looks up to you, ready to hear out anything you have to say. "I need your car—I'll be heading out for a bit. I'll be back later."

"Sure thing," Erica says with a nod. She reaches into her purse and digs around in it for a bit before eventually pulling out a set of red and black car keys, tossing them to you.

"Thanks," you respond as you catch them with one hand. "Find some sexy lingerie while I'm gone, by the way. When I get back, I want you to give me a sexy striptease. Afterwards, I think I'll fuck you in the ass. You don't have a problem with that, right?" you rhetorically ask with a chuckle, knowing full well at this point that she'll agree. You just want to hear her obedience.

"Why would I have an issue with that, dummy?" she asks with a cute smile, giggling at your unnecessary question. "We already agreed that I'm your exclusive slut. You can fuck me all you want. Unless you just like to hear me say that kind of stuff?" she questions with a sexy edge in her voice.

"Maybe," you shrug, your smile growing wider at your cousin's growing acceptance towards her new life as your whore.

"In that case," Erica casually comments while looking back to her magazine, flipping the page with her flirty grin still on her face. "Yes, I would absolutely love to have you ram my tight ass with your big, fat cock. Something like that?"

"Hey, I never said yes or no," you jokingly explain as you make your way to the door leading back out to the hallway. "All I said was maybe."

"Right, right," she sarcastically says with a small laugh, flipping another page. "I'll see you later, John."

Leaving her room, you head to the living room and exit your apartment, walking downstairs and making your way towards the sidewalk where Erica's Mustang is currently parked. As you step onto the sidewalk, you spot an attractive woman doing an energetic morning power walk. She's heading in your direction and coming closer to you, giving you a growing view of her specifics and features—she's in her late thirties or early forties, about 5'7" with nice curves. Her clothing of choice for her exercise routine this morning is a pair of baby blue jogging shorts and a hot pink tank top over a sports bra. Her honey blonde hair is tightly pulled back in a pony tail and she's pumping her arms as she walks. Once she's in range, you wave to her, grabbing her attention.

Noticing you, she comes to a stop in front of you. "Yes?" she inquires, surely curious as to why you've stopped her.

"You're doing that all wrong," you protest.

"Huh?" she questions, visibly confused by your words. "What do you mean?"

"Your exercising, your power walking routine," you explain to her, crossing your arms and analyzing her as if you were trying to find flaws in something. "It's all wrong. That's not efficient at all."

"Is that so?" she asks, nodding slowly to herself in understanding. The relaxed and confident look that was on her face moments ago while she was walking has shifted to one of lost uncertainty. Even though she clearly knew what she was doing, after suggesting that she was in the wrong, she seems to be in full belief of that idea. "I thought I was doing okay, but you're probably right. What should I be doing, then?"

"Stand still," you instruct with a clear voice as you walk around her, coming to her backside. "First and foremost, you need to wear your underwear like THIS when you walk," you explain to her while grabbing the waistband of her panties. Yanking them up as high as you can, you give her a firm wedgie, causing her to wince for a second. "There we go. A strong, deep-rooted wedgie is absolutely critical to any power walking routine, understand?"

"Right, right," she confidently states with a nod, following your explanation. "Is that all?"

Walking back around to her front, you cross your arms again and look her over once more, shaking your head slowly. "No, no...this still isn't right. When you walk, you've got to stick your ass out."

"Like this?" she asks, bending over a bit and sticking her butt back as you told her to.

"Precisely," you say with a proud smile, as if you were teaching a dog how to rollover. "Equally, sticking your chest out is just as important."

With another understanding nod, she protrudes her chest outward. With this posture, she's now fully accentuating her assets.

"Good, good," you state with positive reinforcement, letting her know that she's in the right. "Now put one hand behind your head, and the other on your hip," you continue, motioning your hands to direct the movements of hers. She promptly does so, placing them exactly as you say.

"You're right, this is really working!" she exclaims with an excited smile, having pure faith that your nonsensical suggestions are helping her workout. "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Just one more thing," you explain to her. "When you walk, lift your knees up high and wiggle your butt. THAT is the best way to get a good workout walk, and it looks totally cool!"

"Okay," she affirms with a nod, her eyes full of resolve. "What about my cooldown?"

"Cooldown?" you ask, a blank look in your eyes.

"You know, things like stretches and breathing exercises. You do them after a workout to cool off," she clarifies for you. "You were just so helpful with this that I was wondering if you knew what I should do afterwards."

"Oh, uh, right, right," you slowly respond, realizing that she's become so accepting of your suggestions that she's seeking further advice from you. While thinking of what to say, a sinister smile grows on your face as you nod to yourself. "Yeah, I've got the perfect cooldown for you. It might be a little crazy, though. I'm not sure if you'll believe it," you tease her, feigning doubt in your voice.

"No, no!" she swiftly counters. "I'm sure it's a great plan! What is it?"

"Well," you say as you look to her. "Not many people know this, but the most efficient cooldown you can do after any workout is to be in public with a lot of cum on your face. Just have your boyfriend or husband or whoever blow a load or two on your face and then take a slow, relaxed walk through the neighborhood."

"Really...?" she says slowly with a sort of inquisitive tone in her voice. While your suggestion just now is something that would normally cause laughter and instant disbelief, she's looking at you as if she's just been told a stunning fact of life. "I would have never guessed..."

"Yeah, it's, uh...not very well known," you say with a small laugh, as if you had just revealed a big secret. "The important thing, though, is that you need to remain completely casual and nonchalant about it, as if walking around with cum on your face was normal. Also, it really helps if people see you—say hello to people you come across, strike up a conversation or two, or maybe even have coffee with a friend. This helps to add to the casual aspect of it."

"Yes, I can understand that," she says in agreement with a nod. "What if someone says something to me about it? A woman walking around with semen on her is something that might raise questions."

"Just tell them I told you to do it—John Doe, that is," you explain in an attempt to reassure her while properly introducing yourself. "Trust me, they'll understand. Oh, and another thing," you quickly add. "This cooldown only works for women, understand? Be sure to explain that to anyone who might ask you about it or anything. It has absolutely no effect on guys."

"Women only, huh?" she says with a smile. "How lucky for me! I'll be sure to remember that. I'll head home and have my husband fuck me for a bit so he can cum on my face, and then I'll do this cooldown exercise. Thanks a lot, Mr. Doe!"

With a revitalized and freshly invigorated kick to her step, she walks off, going back to her power walking routine but now following your modifications to her plans—she's bent over a bit, raising her knees high with every step and waggling her butt. All the while, her panties are sticking out of her shorts. Even though she looks completely ridiculous, she honestly believes that these alterations to her workout will make it more efficient.

The latter half of the conversation about the "cooldown" bit replays itself in your head for a moment. You quickly improvised that on the spot because the idea of girls casually being in public with cum on their faces has always been a hot fantasy of yours for the longest time. You were quick to realize that you could turn your fantasies into reality through your power, though—you already did it by making your bodacious cousin your 24/7 sex ****. So, that's two fantasies down.

Feeling great and carrying a triumphant smile, you make your way over to Erica's red Mustang and get inside. As you put the key in the ignition and turn the engine on, you try to remember some local hotspots with a lot of activity that you can go have some fun in. A select few that come to mind are central downtown, the big shopping plaza, or the local university's sorority house...