I have a problem. There is a voice in my head. When I am in certain situations, the kind where I ask myself "what should I do?"... The voice speaks, and I have no choice but to obey, whether I want to, or not. It isn't the normal "voice in your head", it is a darker, commanding voice, that I cannot disobey.
I feel like I am almost at one of those moments. I was driving, minding my own business. I rounded a curve, and my attention was piqued by a gorgeous convertible Charger on the shoulder, with smoke pouring from under the hood. An amazingly beautiful little brunette was striding away from the car, and being followed by a clearly angry young man. He grabbed her arm, and you could immediately sense her fear. In a single motion, she whirled, and slapped him. I don't know whether it was on purpose, or a reaction on his part, but he suddenly backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.
Before I know what was happening, I was stopped, and out of the car. I was power striding towards him, and screaming obscenities. As I passed the girl, I muttered "Go to my car. Hurry!" As the young man backpedaled, I heard her feet tear across the gravel. When I knew she had enough of a lead, I wheeled, and followed her, yelling over my shoulder "Don't even think about testing me..."
I got into the car, and pulled away, as she sat in the passenger seat, her head in her hands, crying softly. I put both hands on the wheel, trying to give her security. "Easy. You're safe now." Lifting her head from her hands, she sniffed, and slowly turned her face to me. "Thank you. So much."
I smiled, and glanced over at her. Her face, although streaked with tears, was stunning. her breath came in lurches, as she tried to calm herself. "I don't know what happened. Money has been so tight since he lost his job... I try to save where I can, so instead of getting the oil changed up the street, I did it myself. I read the manual, found out what type of oil the car took, and how much. I bought the 5 quarts, and put it in myself yesterday, every drop!"
I nodded in understanding, before the truth hit me. I tried to lead her to her mistake, without dropping a bomb on her...
"Maybe there was a issue with how you drained the old oil?"
Her jaw dropped...
"You... have to drain the oil first? I thought it got burnt up... Oh GOD..."
I smiled, and patted her hand, as I spoke. "An innocent mistake, made with the best of intentions. Plus, there is just no excuse for what he did..." She simply hung her head and nodded. As we drove, she told me that she was on the verge of leaving him anyway. She was tired of supporting a struggling artist with a temper. Suddenly, she cried out for me to pull over, and as I dove for the curb, she lept from the car, and fell into a fetal position near the back tire. I ran to her, and instantly noticed her hyperventilating. I lifted her to a seated position, and held her head, whispering reassurances as she calmed herself. when she was ready, I helped her to her feet, and turned to return to my seat in the car. That is when it started.
She grabbed my arm, and looked up into my eyes. "I'm not sure how to thank you for what you did. You saved me." She leaned in, and kissed me lightly, blushed, and returned to the car. as I got in, she took my hand in hers, and whispered. "My parents always taught me that saying thank you wasn't enough. I have to repay my debts. Tell me how, and I will."
I immediately knew what was coming. The voice. Booming, undeniable. But first, I had to make sure she was on the same page. Otherwise, I would be little better than her abusive ex.
"Are you serious? Because if you aren't, you need to say so now."
She paused momentarily, then looked at me, and Slowly ran her hand up to her breast. "yes. Absolutely. I need to... repay your kindness." When she lowered her hand, she placed it in mine, and I suddenly realized she had handed me her panties.
I looked at her and smiled. "lay your seat back, all the way." when she had, i grabbed her knee, and raised it, sitting her foot on the dashboard. She quickly raised the other leg to match.
"I'm going to stop for the night in about an hour. until then, I want to hear you cum. A lot."
She giggled, and raised her skirt, before sliding her fingers between her legs. Stroking her shaved pussy gently, it wasn't long before she started to moan loudly. Her ass rose from the seat as she came, crying out, before suddenly switching hands, and sliding her wet fingers into my mouth. By the time we reached the hotel, she had moaned, squirmed, screamed, and bucked her way to five orgasms.
As I pulled into the hotel, she quickly exited the car, and slid her arms around my waist as i walked in to the office. She stayed there, giggling and bouncing along beside me until we got to the room, at which time I opened the door, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head in one motion.
