You knock a playful tune onto the solid oak door before which we both stand. It is a new door, one I have never encountered in the waking life. A portal to a world I have never entered. I recognize the tune as what you've been bobbing your head to and humming on the walk here, though it's not a song I know. You're grinning your ass off. "What are you so excited about?" I ask, gliding my hand across your lower back.
"You're gonna like Erika," you blurt out, "you're really gonna like Erika."
"You gettin' me laid right now girl?" I squint my eyes and meet yours directly, attempting to read you. Your grin looks like it's about to burst through the edges of your face.
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
Our heads swerve to face the door as we hear footsteps from the opposite side. The knob turns. The door opens. The woman standing behind it has pale skin and wavy red hair. She has freckles and stands about 5'4," wearing a white tank top and no bra. She leans her arm against the door showing unshaven armpits. Her tits are thick, full, faintly visible through the thin white fabric. Her skin is glossy as though she'd been active prior to our arrival, and her lower half is bare, save a small pair of simple black panties. We're caught by surprise and she savors the attention, allowing us a tantalizing moment to take her in before she speaks. "You've been needing this for a looooooong time, haven't you?" She sizes me up.
"Uhh... maybe? I'm not entirely sure what's happenin-"
"You have," she cuts me off, "it's written all over you." My posture shifts self-consciously, "Don't try to hide it. It's a beautiful quality you've got. Anyway, the more you attempt to conceal, the more apparent it is to anyone paying attention," she looks me straight in the eyes, "and believe me, I'm paying attention." Her eyes are stern, serious, but not threatening. Small crows' feet are developing on the edges. I feel compelled not to blink, for fear that she may miss something. I immediately want this woman to know me. Your cheeks have gone pink as you witness this. I hear heavy breathing from your mouth which may literally be salivating. I feel a desperate urge to kiss you but she turns to you before I get the chance. "You are a very good girl for bringing him to me. Are you ready for your reward?"
"Yes!" You squeal, bouncing your head up and down. She pulls her panties down to the floor and steps out of them. We glance around the neighborhood nervous that someone may see; equally excited that they might. Erika does not flinch.
"Pick those up," she instructs me, and I do. "Now put them to your nose and smell them, as deeply as you can." I freeze and start scanning the neighborhood again; apparently for too long because she grabs my pantied hand and stuffs it into my face. "I didn't tell you to pause and look around, slut, I told you to smell my fucking panties." I inhale deeply and feel intoxicated. She stares down at my pants and watches my cock growing inside. She lets go of my hand. "They smell divine, don't they? I've been masturbating in them all week. I bet they taste even better." Her eyes sneak over to you. "Open your mouth," she commands and you obey. "Put those in her mouth," she orders. As I do, I make sure two of my fingers are between your tongue and the fabric, so that I may feel them slide in and out of your mouth. You're visibly squirming at this point. Your hands are frantically groping at your thighs, too nervous by the surroundings to put them where the three of us all know you're dying to. Erika is smiling with immense satisfaction, "Alright, I think you two sluts have earned your way in. Shoes off in the house." She grabs my cock, which is now visibly outlined beneath my pants, and pulls me in. She slides her fingers down the front of your pants and pulls you inside. Then she closes the door behind us.
"Couch is around the corner on the left. Go sit down. I'll be there in a moment." She heads upstairs while we make our way onto the deep, soft, forest green velvet sofa. I push you down immediately and get on my knees before you. I press my face as deeply as possible between your thighs. I slide my hands up your shirt and squeeze your tits. I climb on top of you to press my raging hard cock against your body and grind on you.
"Thank you!" I whisper gleefully into your ear, "thank you, thank you, thank you!" You start moaning through the panties stuffed in your mouth as you grind against me.
"Having fun without me?" We hear. Behind me, standing at the base of the stairs stands Erika. She's wearing a skin tight low-cut red latex dress that reaches no more than 4 inches beneath her pussy. "That's no good. What you two need to understand is that you're on my turf now, and I did not permit this." She declares as she approaches, "here, how you two get off - and make no mistake, you will be getting off - is according to my whims and will happen when I'm absolutely certain that you require it more desperately than you've ever needed anything in your life." She stands over us. "Now climb off of her." I begin apologizing as I move to sit beside you, but I'm cut off by a slap to the face. She pulls my face and inch from hers. "Apologies are useless boy. People are always apologizing for mistakes they never stop making. If you're sorry, learn the lesson and don't fuck up again. Understood?"
"Yes," I whimper, feeling her eyes penetrate me, "I just... she's so beautiful I can't help myself. I want her so fucking badly. I need to feel her against me!"
"On your knees," she demands and I obey. She grabs the back of my head by the hair and pulls me under her dress between her legs. "No licking," she presses my lips to hers. My nose is buried in her bush. "You think you 'want' each other. That may be enough for little whores like you on a daily basis, but not today, and not with me. I'm going to push you two beyond wanting... far beyond. You want each other now, but soon you're going to need each other. No touching yourselves, by the way. Then we're going to move beyond need into realms you never knew existed, until you're incapable of feeling anything aside from desire, and then..." she looks straight into your spellbound eyes, "he's going to fill your pussy with the largest load of cum he's shot in this, or any other lifetime." I can hear you moaning and gasping for air through her panties. You're squirming around the sofa like it's made from fire ants. She's enjoying the show. The scent of her pussy beneath her dress is powerfully arousing. I dream that I may stay inhaling her essence forever, but she pulls me out and pushes me onto the sofa. I immediately lick my lips. "Clothes off! Undress each other, but no excessive touching!" We stand and stare into each other's eyes. I see so much in you. Arousal, desperation, but also comfort and joy. I think you're beautiful. I try and tell you so with my eyes as I pull your shirt over your head. Your body is trembling. I'm sure you feel that mine is as well as you unzip and pull down my pants. You stop for a moment to stare at my throbbing cock. Suddenly, Erika grabs your head, pulls the panties from your mouth, and thrusts you onto me.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I cry out as I nearly lose my balance. Erika slaps my ass and pushes it forward. I can see your neck tense while you start to gag. You're trying to pull back, but she holds your head firm. 5, 10, 15 seconds pass before you force me away with your arms.
"You little bitch!" She grabs you by the neck and pulls you up to her face. "Open your legs!" You do. She looks at me, "You! Hold her arms behind her back." I get behind you, clasp your hands together and hold them tight. I make sure they brush against my cock as I adjust them. I want you to feel me in any capacity I can get away with. I want you to feel my desire.
She winds up and... SLAP! Right on your pussy. You buckle with pain but I hold you up. She winds up again and your legs flinch so she slaps your face instead and pinches your nipple. "Looks like we're going to need more restraints for you," she whispers into your ear.
"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you..." you moan. She looks me in the eyes with a devilish grin. I stare back in awe. With my eyes I tell her, "You're incredible. You're so sexy. I've been dreaming about you for years. I would do anything for you."
She responds verbally, "I know."
*
"Upstairs march!" She has 2 fingers in my asshole and is pushing me forward. You're in the rear with your arms tied in front of you. She pulls you by the leash around your neck. She leads us into a room stocked with various bondage tables, ropes, and sex toys. Suspension gear is hanging from the ceiling. She pushes a low lying table beneath it. "Lay down, boy." As I do, she pulls you over, spreads your legs directly over my face, and ties your bound hands over your head. She then secures a spreader bar to your ankles. Your pussy is 2 inches from my face. She straps my head, arms, and legs down. She unhooks you from your leash, and pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. "Oh by the way! All of this is being filmed! I would never deprive my fans the right to see what a gorgeous pair of obedient little bitches you two are." She announces gleefully.
"Thank you..." I'm writhing in my straps. I can see the juice running down your inner thighs. "Thank you... Mistress..." it feels good to call her that.
"Good boy!" She is excited. "It feels good to give in, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"You like to be a little bitch and obey me?"
