Andrea moved her arm over to brace herself on Bill's car door, then slid her body over to straddle his waist, his throbbing member with its glowing ring standing at full attention. She cinched up her skirt to expose all of her thighs, in order to give her more room to move. She reached down to guide him into her as she sank downward, ensuring their genitals met exactly right. Bill's eyes opened wide as the sensation of her womanhood surrounding his manhood reached his brain: the soft damp folds of her petals, the all-encompassing pressure as each inch of him entered her. Soon, the entirety of him was ensheathed by her, and the glow from the ring, now deep within her, intensified to bathe their hips in light.
"Bill, it's time to fuck me", Andrea commanded, and as the words seeped into his mind, his hips began thrusting upwards to meet hers. Without thought, without motive, his body simply moved as it was told: reduced to no more than a human piston. Methodically, Bill arched his hips upward to plunge into her, then dropped down a moment later, only to repeat the two motions over and over.
"I can keep you erect as long as I want, Bill. Endless pleasure for me, but none for you unless and until I wish it," she taunted him in a lyrical voice. He heard, but did not respond, his mind long been reduced to managing the mechanics of sex. "But, you are in for a bit of luck, as I know you have a busy day tomorrow... so, I will let you come" With that final word, laced with multiple layers of control, Bill felt a seemingly endless stream of semen erupt from him, as he bucked upwards hard in time with the spasms of pleasure emanating from his pelvis. "Yes, that is just what I needed," Andrea half-said, half-moaned as she reached her climax, ripples of ecstasy rolling across her body.
"Bill, you need to stop now," Andrea commanded, causing him to collapse into his seat, his member still erect. She produced a hand towel from her purse, and proceeded to clean up the liquid evidence of their lovemaking, then to return their clothing to a semblance of normalcy. Once all was back in order, she said "Bill, that was the final phase: you are under my complete control." He bobbed his head a couple of times, partially to acknowledge the statement, but mostly out of sheer exhaustion. "Go home, and get some rest," she concluded. "I'll be in touch," she said with a twinge of glee in her voice. Then, she exited the car, and walked inside the house. Bill just sat there for a moment, then restarted the car, backed it out of the garage, and drove the remaining distance to his house. He proceeded straight to his bedroom, and passed out on the bed, not bothering to remove his clothes.