Emily sucked him as hard as she could while jerking his shaft stridently, hoping the sooner she brought him to climax, the sooner he would stop lashing that girl's defenseless pussy. After several minutes of her accomplished oral stimulation, accompanied by his incessant pussy whipping, Emily could tell he was getting close – he was tensing up his leg muscles. As he closed in on his eruption, he flogged the girl's raw pussy faster and harder. Emily's right arm was growing tired from jerking his shaft, and her lips were turning sore, but she persisted and even increased her suction and stroking action. Her efforts paid off when, after another minute more, Emily sensed the distinct taste of pre-cum. He was ready to burst. He spun the handle of the whip in round and round in a constant circular motion with his wrist, now rapid-fire flailing the whip tails upon the girl's savaged pussy several times each second.
Emily was ready for him when he jammed his cock deep and sprayed his first load into her throat. She sucked hard, extracting the next several spurts. Emily noticed the pussy whipping had humanely stopped as she coaxed round after liquid round from his throbbing love cannon. She pooled his warm cum at the back of her tongue. When he finally finished and pulled out, Emily swallowed down his warm semen.
Emily decided to get dressed. The other girl relaxed from her upright posture, and she brought her hands down to cover her raw pussy with obvious pain. Her large tits were still bright red from the initial whipping, and Emily was certain the girl's pussy took ten times that abuse.
As Emily dressed, she spontaneously decided to donate her bra to the man as a souvenir. She noticed the other girl followed Emily's lead, and did the same.
Just before she left the room, Emily resolved to never speak to anyone about this event – not even to the girl she was with, whom she didn't know anyway. She and the girl left the room together, and walked down the corridor to the elevator. Without speaking a word to each other, they waited for the car to arrive, then they stepped in together, and silently rode the elevator down to the lobby. They walked beside each other without speaking, and when they entered the mall, they went their separate ways without so much as a parting glance.
- - -
Joel found no limit in what he could make women do during the hotel trials. After the pussy whip / face-fuck duo, Joel brought three girls who were sitting together at the food court up to the hotel room. They looked to be in their early twenties. Joel gave each girl a water glass, and commanded them to drink four glasses of water each. He had already spent his wad on the face-fuck girl (he never knew Emily's name), so he wasn't randy for any action with these three girls. The three naked girls watched some TV while they drank their water. Joel drank water with them while he browsed through hundreds of Britt's pictures on his camera's view screen.
One of the girls asked to go to the bathroom, and Joel said no. Half an hour later, they all had to go badly, so Joel commanded all three girls into the bathroom, and told the first girl to lie down in the bathtub, face up. He commanded girl #2 to stand over her with her feet on either side of girl #1, squat down, and piss on her tits. As girl #2 started urinating, Joel told her to move around, make the piss go all over girl #1's chest, and girl #2 grabbed the sides of the tub for balance, and rocked her pelvis side to side. Girl #1's tits were completely drenched in urine, and droplets backsplash all over, including on her face. The piss had run down her rib cage, and was pooling in the bathtub beside her.
When girl #2 finished peeing, Joel commanded girl #2 to step away, and girl #1 to stand up. Her tits and tummy dripped urine, which trickled down her body now that she was standing, down her legs, down her front into her pussy, down her back and ass crack. It was all over. Joel set a towel down, and told girl #1 to come out and stand on the towel.
Then Joel lay girl #2 in the bathtub, which was already wet with her own urine, and he commanded girl #3 to piss on girl #2's face. Again, he told girl #3 to move around as she squatted over her friend, and girl #2 closed her mouth and eyes, and plugged her nose. Joel commanded her to keep her hands at her side, leaving her nose unplugged. The urine ran everywhere – over her closed eyes, cheeks, forehead, mouth, and some went up her nose. It flowed off her face, and inside her ears, but most of it soaked into her long brown hair.
Girl #2 came out and stood on another towel. Her hair was soaking wet with the other girl's urine. It dripped off her nose, and her earlobes. She was a smelly wet mess.
Finally girl #3 lay in the tub, and girl #1 pissed on her tits. But this time, Joel unzipped his fly, and as girl #1 started peeing, Joel launched a high arc of his own piss, landing it over girl #1's head and face. He was peeing on the girl who was peeing on girl #3. It surprised girl #1, and his piss went right it into her eyes, ears, mouth – everywhere. When Joel guessed he was halfway done, he re-aimed for girl #3's face – the girl lying down in the tub – letting it splash everywhere. It too went into her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and most of it settled in her hair.
There were urine splatters and drops all over the floor. Joel commanded the girls to clean everything up, and only then could they shower. The three of them understandably took a long time in the shower. When they came out, they shared the one last clean towel to dry off. They all dressed, each of them leaving behind their bras for Joel's collection, and they left together, commanded to never speak of this, even with each other.
After the golden showers, Joel decided that was enough experimenting, and he stopped bringing girls back to the room. It occurred to Joel he could force a girl to walk off the roof of a building, or command a nurse to kidnap a baby, or make a lady pilot fly a plane full of passengers into a mountain. In short, he could make any female do anything.
The possibilities were endless. He could command a girl to be a hit-man (
hit-woman
?), and Joel would never have to touch a weapon, and no one would ever suspect him. He could become the ultimate pimp where a customer would pay Joel huge dollars to be able to pick any girl he wanted – a random stranger, his brother's wife, his own sister, a celebrity – and then Joel would command her to have sex with the paying customer. He could set up a perfect smuggling ring where the girls were commanded to never speak of him should they be caught. He could infiltrate top secret establishments with no more cunning than asking any girl who works there to tell him what he wants to know. In exploring all the possibilities, Joel realized he doesn't need a job. He only needs the imagination and the balls to convert endless opportunity into cash.
The problem is, going down that path has costs. First, if Joel was not careful, he could destroy other people's lives and families. That was not acceptable to him. Joel accepted he was gifted with this power, and maybe that made him a superior being. But that gift did not give him the right to ruin other people's lives. Command a hot woman suck and fuck him all night – sure. But not if it cost the woman her job or her marriage.
Also, without being careful, people around the women Joel command will notice something odd, and they will start asking questions. Joel did not want people asking questions.
But most importantly, Joel was not that guy. He had a moral compass, which by his own admission, had lost its bearings during his hotel room experiments. Joel did not want to be that person. Of course he wanted sex and money – every man does – but not at any cost.
Joel needed a code – a set of rules that governed what could do, and more importantly, what he could not do. So he set it upon himself to strike a code over the coming week.
The hotel room included a complimentary newspaper. Joel sat in the hotel lobby café on Thursday morning for a distraction to relieve his mind of heavy thoughts. He almost missed the significance of the small news item in page seven of the local city section. Several people had been arrested for indecency in a Boston restaurant. Joel had never been to that particular location, but he knew the chain – Mojo. It was an upscale club type of restaurant. Like many similar establishments, it had a lounge side and a restaurant side, although both sides served the same food. From the brief description in the three paragraph article, Joel gathered some male patrons got it on with some of the waitresses right there in the restaurant, in full view of everyone. Joel knew the chain hired attractive girls and dressed them in short black skirts and skin-tight tops.
Three women had been charged and released. The last paragraph of the article quoted one of the waitresses, Christina Carroll, who was released on bail. '
I'm just so ashamed'
, she was quoted as saying. '
I was just doing my job, and the next thing I knew I climbed on top of the bar and took my clothes off
.
I don't know why I did it, I just did. I am deeply sorry for the chaos I caused.
' The restaurant manager of the restaurant had no comment.
