Taking a look at your neighborhood block from the comfortable seat of Erica's Mustang, you can't help but think about how much fun it would be to do whatever comes to mind with the local girls. For now, you decide to take a leisurely drive for a few blocks until you spot something or someone that catches your interest. Starting the car up, you take off for a laid-back cruise throughout the area.
It's not too long before you see something of notice—a small and quaint blue house with a smoking hot blonde currently stepping outside of her front door. Coming to a stop next to her driveway, you park your car and get out in order to catch a better look at her. With a healthy figure, bombastic chest, and round ass, you can figure that she's in her prime and is most likely 20 or 21 years old. Standing at about 5'5", she's dressed in a tight pink shirt that shows off more cleavage than you could ask for and an extremely small set of white short shorts that only cover half of her behind, leaving you to gawk at the beauty of her asscheeks moving while she walks. Seeing such a hot girl in slutty clothing like that is making your heart skip a beat. You're already imagining what you want to do to her. Luckily for you, you can actually make things happen with relative ease.
As she approaches the small blue convertible parked in her driveway, you advance towards her with a smile. "Hey!" you call out, eliciting a surprised look from her forest green eyes. "Got a minute?"
"More like a few seconds, really," she hastily answers as she lightly throws her lofty black purse over the hoodless vehicle, putting it in the passenger seat. She addresses you as she makes her way around to the driver's side. "Kind of in a rush, so I don't know if I should even bother talking to some guy I don't even know."
Ouch. Looks like this one is going to take some conditioning.
"Tell me where you're going," you subtly command her.
"I'm meeting my mom and sister on the north end of town to buy a dress for my cousin's wedding tomorrow," she explains in a bit of a rush. After finishing her statement, she stops and looks to you for a moment before shaking her head. "Why the hell did I just tell you that? I don't have time for this."
Why, indeed? What a mystery. Granted, no matter how sarcastic you are with yourself, she doesn't know the truth about you, so it is actually a genuine mystery for her.
"You're mistaken," you tell her flat out, transforming her thoughts and beliefs to your own liking. "You're actually not going out to buy a dress for that wedding."
In the middle of opening her car door, the blonde quickly stops, blinking in confusion. "I'm...not...?" she questions with a voice lost in thought. "Where was I going, then...?"
"I'm not sure," you falsely admit. "You seem to be in a hurry, though. If you don't figure it out soon, you might be late."
"Shit!" she curses to herself, slamming the car door in anger. She turns around and leans on it, pressing her thick thighs and ass against it while crossing her arms and entering deep thought. "Think, Marissa, think...where were you going?"
Now placed under the net of your delusion, Marissa has full belief in the idea that she wasn't going to meet up with her mother and sister. Surely, they'll be calling in an hour or so when they see that she didn't show up, but you can deal with that when the time comes. For now, you can have some fun.
"Well, Marissa," you begin, having had decided where to take this. "There's something we could do to help you remember."
"Really?" she asks with a hint of happiness in her tone as she looks to you with hopeful eyes. "What is it?"
"Stripping naked," you explain matter-of-factly. "Take off your clothes and your memory will improve."
"That's...just so crazy it might work," the blonde comments with a small nod. Stepping off her convertible's door, she pulls her shirt over her shoulders and launches it into the backseat before doing the same with her shorts. Now left in frilly pink underwear, she promptly unhooks her bra and takes off her panties as well, adding them to the pile of clothes in the back of her car. Marissa now stands completely nude before you, gorgeous D-sized tits and remarkably large ass fully unveiled in all of their glory. After a few moments, she begins to nod to herself with a light smile. "Yeah...yeah, I'm getting something now...was it Tori? Or was I meeting up with Crystal...?"
With your words and ability, this girl genuinely thinks that being without clothing leads to heightened memory recall. You can't help but smile at how strongly she legitimately believes this—the innocent look on her face and how she's completely unaware that she's bought into total bullshit is amazing. Much like the jogger that you just encountered who was happily accepted the borderline psychotic idea that walking around with cum on her face in public aided with weight loss, Marissa could swear that ditching her clothes is definitely helping her remember things.
Unsurprisingly to you but depressingly so to Marissa, however, she still can't quite get things right. "I've still got nothing," she says with a sigh, shaking her head. "I'm gonna be late for...whatever it was I had to go to. Do you know anything else I could do to help me remember?"
As she looks at you with pleading eyes, your smile grows a bit wider. "Well, there is something, but I'm not sure if you'd be okay with it," you admit, feigning an attitude of doubtfulness.
"I'm sure I'll be fine with it!" Marissa quickly counters, obviously desperate to recall her arrangement that she thinks she forgot. "I'd do anything to remember it, really! I already got naked in front of a stranger, didn't I?"
"Very true," you agree, nodding in support. "Alright, then. Do you want to know?"
"Just tell me, please!" she exclaims with impatience.
"Well, if we have sex right here, you might be able to remember it."
As laughable and idiotic as your idea sounds, Marissa displays her confidence in it very clearly as she turns around grabs hold of the car door, bending over for you. "Do you think you could fuck me, then?" she asks with a simple honesty, accepting your words with such strong faith that she saw nothing wrong with any of it. "I honestly don't care which hole. I just have to remember this already!"
Taking a step closer to her, you place a hand on her desirable buttocks and run your palm against her smooth skin. "Really?" you ask with fake surprise as you look to her. "You're perfectly okay with me screwing you in your driveway just so you can remember something?"
"Uh...yeah, I guess," she responds with a light shrug, not thinking much of it. "I'm just really upset that I forgot where I had to be when I was in such a hurry. If having a guy stuff my pussy with his cock helps makes me remember, then I'll do it."
"I did say 'might,' though," you clarify for the hopeful blonde. "There's a chance you might not remember anything even after I fuck you. That, in turn, means you would have let a random guy use your body in public for nothing, which seems like the sluttiest thing a girl could do. Are you really okay with potentially whoring yourself out like that?"
"I hadn't thought of that..." Marissa admits, her words trailing off. "As much as I want to remember, I don't know if I'd be alright with that..."
Nope. Wrong answer, blondie.
"What're you talking about?" you reply, dismissing her thoughts. "Of course you'd be alright with being a whore. You were already dressed like one. You'll look for any excuse to have a cock shoved inside of you, won't you?"
Marissa blinks twice as she hears you before breaking out into a short giggle. "You're right! Just what the hell is wrong with me today? There's no way I'd ever pass up an opportunity to have a guy drill me like his little toy!"
"Exactly," you confirm with a nod, pushing her mindset in your desired direction as you bring your other hand to her pretty pink slit, rubbing it slowly. "Granted, I'm still going to fuck you to help you remember, but for the most part, you're just dying for some cock, aren't you?"
"Oh, absolutely!" she says with a small laugh that slowly turned to a light moan as you continue to rub her. "Fuck me all you want! I bet the harder and faster you go, the more likely I'll remember something!"
"Yeah, I'm sure that's how it works," you agree with Marissa as you take your hands off her in order to properly undo your shorts. Now underneath an added layer of lies which she perceives as truth, she looks at you with an eager smile, believing that she actually wants to whore herself out for strangers.
Shorts and underwear at your ankles and erect shaft ready to experience unadulterated bliss, you spread open Marissa's succulent labia and slide yourself inside of her vagina. She squeals with relief as her face flushes with red. "Finally!" she proclaims, already feeling good. "This is definitely what I needed!"
Beginning to move your hips and thrusting yourself in and out of her, you can feel her insides continuously soaking you in her warm, natural juices as her cunt tightens around you. Needless to say, it feels heavenly, and when you think about how you're doing this with a girl you don't know and how you made her genuinely want this...everything is even better.
Picking up the speed, you initiate the main course of ramming her at full speed, causing fast and heated pants from Marissa. "My god...!" she manages to say between her rapid moaning, laughing to herself from the pure pleasure she's experiencing. "I think this is the biggest cock I've taken in a while! Fuck, you're making me feel really good...!"
Her words do make you realize that you are actually a bit bigger in both length and girth than you remember...it seems like the disembodied voice definitely did hand you some buffs in that regard alongside your ability, then.
The ecstasy of having sex with such a fine looking woman on her own driveway continues for a good ten or fifteen minutes. Her ass bouncing and sizable breasts slapping together in rhythm with your movements and her deliciously infectious moans and gasps of lustful delight are things that you could very easily get used to—with your universal acceptance, you can cause scenes like this whenever you please and fuck fresh pussy at your discretion no matter where you are. Should anyone try to stop you, all it takes is a few words to set them straight.
"M-M-Marissa...?!"
An unexpected voice entering the fray provides you the opportunity to do just that.
From the sidewalk, a brunette a little bit shorter than Marissa with shoulder-length hair and blue eyes approaches, standing next to the both of you with a terrified expression of shock and disgust.
"D-Diana...!" Marissa struggles to say between her whimpers of sexual excitement, her nymphomaniac smile still present on her face. "Did you n-need something...?"
"What the hell are you doing?!" the brown-haired Diana shouts, completely ignoring her friend's question. Obviously, finding someone she knows engaging in such an act is making her very apprehensive. "People will see...! And who the hell is this guy, anyway?! Why are you cheating on Mark?!"
Oh, she's taken? Whoops. Well, not like that was something that would have stopped you anyway.
"D-Don't worry, Mark w-w-will understand!" Marissa says with a laugh, closing her eyes for a moment with a gleeful squeal as you pound her even harder for a short burst of thrusts. Returning to your normal speed, she looks back to her friend. "I 'm l-l-letting this g-guy fuck me b-because I c-couldn't remember w-where I was going...!"
"...WHAT?!" Diana explodes with confused anxiety after a second of silence. "What kind of stupid logic is that...?!"
"If I h-have sex, I'll r-remember things better!" the blonde explains through more gasps for air, breathing intensely as you continued to drive yourself in and out of her with empowered passion.
"Who the hell told you that?!"
"I did," you interrupt, causing the brunette to look at you.
Taking a moment to scan her over as you continue to piledrive Marissa, you see that she's dressed in a long-sleeved black sweater with blue denim jeans and white running shoes. Given her petite stature and rather small frame—she couldn't be taller than 5'2" or 5'3"—you're not exactly sure what to think about her age.
"Diana, how old are you?" you ask her, changing the topic of conversation without warning.
"19," she responds, complying to your universal acceptance without much thought. "Now, could you explain what the hell is going on?"
"It's simple, really," you tell the of-age young lady, already planning something involving her to carry out later now that you know that she's old enough. "By having sex with her, there's a chance she might remember where she was supposed to go."
"...Oh..." Diana blankly stated, looking at you with understanding eyes. Something she originally couldn't believe from Marissa's mouth came through to her as a satisfactory explanation once you told her. "I guess I didn't hear her right...I could have sworn what she said sounded way more ridiculous, but when you say it...it's much more plausible. You're right. As weird as it is, I can't help but agree that letting a stranger fuck her in public is definitely gonna help her remember."
Buying into your bullshit without even considering how ridiculous it truly was, Diana nods to herself with a smile as her eyes lit up. "Thanks for helping her out, then, mister...?"
"Doe," you say with your own smile in return, taking one hand off of Marissa's ass and extending it to her. "John Doe."
She shakes her head firmly without fear. "Thanks for helping out Marissa, Mr. Doe."
Feeling your cock suddenly twitch with feverish feel-good vibes, you can tell that you'll soon be arriving at your climax. As such, it's time to initiate the next plan that you hatched the moment Diana showed up. "Diana, do me a favor and drop your pants, would you?"
"Oh, uh...sure," the teenager says with a confused tone, unzipping her jeans and bringing them down to her knees before looking back to you. "Just so you know, there's nothing I need to remember, so I don't need you to fuck me."
"You mean to say that if you can't remember something you would let me have your way with your body so you could remember?"
"Of course!" Diana affirms. "I hate forgetting things. I'd let you fuck me for hours if it meant that I could remember."
How casually and indifferently she speaks those words is something that you can't help but find substantially enticing—it's amazing to see a girl think of sex in such a nonchalant manner that she would seek it in an effort to remember things. "Haha, well, I'll help you out should that ever happen then," you say with a small laugh. "For now, though, I just really want to jizz inside of your panties."
"Oh, okay!" she said with a smile, taking a step closer to you and obediently stretching her white panties outward. You can see the front of her crotch with ease as she presents it to you, steadily holding her underwear by its edges. "Cum as much as you want!"
Although her undying submissiveness to your every wish is something you love, you decide to have some fun and ask her a very obvious question that she no doubt didn't bother to think about thanks to your universal acceptance. "Hey, Diana...why are you letting me cum inside your panties in the first place?"
Diana blinked for a moment, realizing the critical thought process that she entirely skipped over in her blind acceptance of your proposal. "I...don't know actually, haha. I guess I just trust you for helping out my friend."
"You trust me?"
"Um...yeah. That has to be it, right?" she summarizes with a small nod, coming to a conclusion that even she's not entirely sure of. "I mean, why else would I agree to it?"
"Yeah, I can't imagine any other reason," you agree with her incomplete reasoning, playing the fool as you intensify the slamming you're giving Marissa for a brief moment to prepare for release. Throughout your entire conversation with Diana, she's been screaming and moaning like a bitch in heat, loving every second of having her holes filled. It fascinates you how Diana didn't pay her friend's shameless cries any mind—she had no reason to since she believed this all to be normal.
Experiencing another twitch of pleasure from your penis, you realize that this act is about to come to a close. Pulling out, you bring an end to your stay in Marissa's warm tunnel and turn to Diana as you approach her. She smiles with a relaxed and unbothered disposition as you erupt monumental shots of your sticky fluids all over her lower stomach, panties, and crotch. As per the enhancements granted upon you by the disembodied voice, you're shooting out way more than usual, going strong with a solid fifteen or twenty shots which are all incredibly massive in proportion. By the time you're done, you've created a small pool of thick semen on her panties and painted her stomach white, something she simply giggles at.
"I don't think I've ever seen a guy cum so much," she remarks, genuinely impressed. "Up we go, then!"
Moving her hold on her panties to the sides, Diana slowly pulls her underwear back up to her waist and lets go, causing it to snap back into place. Your cum smears all over her pussy and pelvis as the fabric is pressed against her skin, causing her to giggle again. "It's so warm...I guess I'll have to change when I get home."
"Don't do that," you quickly counter, catching your breath after such an extremely enjoyable episode of ejaculation. "Keep those panties for at least a week. After that, take them off and smell them for a while, got it?"
"Hm...okay," Diana says after some brief thought, nodding to herself. "I guess your cum's just gonna slosh around my pussy for a while then."
The thought of her walking around with cum-stained panties excites you for a moment, reminding you that your cock is actually still relatively hard. Much like with Erica, you're still good to go even after such an extensive release.
"Your name was John, right?" a voice that had gone quiet suddenly asks, causing you and Diana to shift your eyes. Marissa approaches you two from the car door, face still flushed with red after the lengthy hammering you just gave her. "Just wanted to say thanks. I finally remembered where I had to be, but it's too late now. I think I'll just go back inside. Diana, were you doing anything or did you want to hang out?"
"Yeah, that's what I came over for originally," the brunette replied. "I had some stuff I want to show you."
"Alright, just a second, then."
Walking back to her convertible, Marissa opens the door and enters, getting on her knees on the driver's seat and reaching around for her purse and clothes. With her bent over and providing you a fine view of the ass you just plowed, you decide that you really don't want to see her clothed again.
"Just your purse," you tell her, calmly commanding her. "No need for your clothes."
"Guess you're right," she agrees without conflict, dropping her outfit that she had collected and backing out of the car with her purse in hand. Closing the door, she locks the car and shows you and Diana a smile, comfortable with the fact that you just told her to remain nude. "Well, thanks again, John. You were a huge help. Let's head inside, Diana."
"Okay!" Diana says as they begin to make way for her front door, giving you a small grin and a wave before turning back to Marissa. As they begin to talk with one another, you only just realize that Diana never bothered to pull up her jeans and is walking with them down at her ankles without a care in the world. An unintended side effect, but a brilliant one nonetheless.
With your penis still hard and the ability to fuck any woman you want, you know you're not done yet. You're nowhere near close to done. Without a doubt, you are just getting started. Where do you go from here, though? You could obviously kindly invite yourself into Marissa's house and have some more fun with her and Diana, making them believe more crazy lies that you come up with on the spot. You could check out Marissa's neighbors or anyone else on the block. Equally, you can take Erica's Mustang for a ride downtown or to the local university where there's plentiful of fresh college pussy and ass to claim.
Anywhere you could think of, really. The options are as limitless as your imagination. So, what's your next destination? |