"You'll cum when I say you can from here on out"

Abby grinned maniacally, kissed Ellie on the cheek, and stood. She reached out her hand, Ellie took it, and they resumed their wandering.

Eleanor was so fucking flustered. Abigail had control of her orgasms now, and she knew she wouldn't be kind. Sure, there was nothing stopping Eleanor from calling it quits. But they both knew she wouldn't.

By the time Abigail finally decided it was time to leave, Ellie was stuttering and distracted, almost ditzy with how horny she was. And Abigail loved it.

When they got to Abby's car, Eleanor blurted out, "Please take me back to your place and fuck me."

Abigail laughed. "Okay, slut. You'll cum when I tell you to, right?"

"Yes. I'll be good. Just please make me cum."

As they made their way home, Abigail looked over at Eleanor. "I want to see your tits. Take your top off for me."

Eleanor stammered. "W...what?"

"Take your top off. Be quick about it."

Wondering if Abigail would still fuck her if she disobeyed, Eleanor scrambled to pull off her top, then her bra. Abigail glanced at her tits briefly several times as she drove, then stared hungrily at them when she stopped at a stoplight. Eleanor breathed heavily, face and chest flushed as she sat topless on a city street.

A car blasting loud music pulled up next to them, and Ellie's hands flew up to her chest.

"Uh uh," Abigail said. "Hands down. I'm not done looking."

Slowly, embarrassed, Eleanor lowered her hands to her lap. She couldn't look to the side, couldn't bear to see whether the people in the other car were looking at her tits. Then the light turned green, Abby accelerated, and they were no longer next to each other.

"Are your nipples sensitive?" Abby asked.

"Y...yes...very."

"Pinch them."

Eleanor was mortified by admitting this, but she had to say it. "I might cum."

Abby laughed. "You won't. You want to be a good girl, right? You won't cum."

Eleanor swallowed and took hold of her nipples. She squeezed, lightly at first and then hard. She let out an involuntary moan, and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on staving off her orgasm. She succeeded, barely.

They pulled up to Abby's house a few minutes later. "Okay," Abigail said. "You can put your top on. No reason to bother with your bra cause you'll be naked in a minute or two anyway."

Eleanor scrambled to dress. She was **** to get fucked, **** to cum. More **** than she had ever been. There was no room, no time, for disobedience now.

They walked into the house. Abigail's parents were in the living room and, infuriatingly, Abby stopped to talk to them. Eleanor stood there, erection raging, heart pounding, nipples all but poking through her top, **** to cum, trying to smile and be friendly but undoubtedly with a dumb expression on her face, for several minutes. Finally, Abby had mercy and led Eleanor to her bedroom.

She closed the door. "Clothes off, bend over my desk."