Dahlia:
Dahlia slammed the bedroom door after all three had entered. She was lean with wavy, shoulder length black hair and a fixed expression of mischief that she hadn't lost since adolescence. She walked with her shoulders high and a heavy step, commanding respect.
The man, with hungry eyes, lifted a hand in Dahlia's direction. In return, she smacked his hand away. "No, Levi, you don't touch anyone unless I tell you to." Just like that she asserted full control, adding a playful grin as a form of forgiveness.
Levi was muscular and broad shouldered. His thick neck and far-spread blue eyes gave the impression that he was unintelligent, but did not degrade his physical attractiveness.
Dahlia pointed toward a chair in the room a few feet from the bed. "Sit there and wait your turn. You're too impatient."
Levi sulked over to the embroidered chair. Dahlia turned to the other guest, a small and curvy dark skinned woman in an olive, corduroy skirt. Dahlia lifted her easily, tossing her onto the bed. The woman's cornrow braids fell into her face as she hit the comforter and giggled.
"Your name again?" asked Dahlia as she took off the woman's heels, pulled off her tights, and began to lick up the inside of her leg.
"Tori," she replied, closing her eyes and laying back on the bed.
"Tori, you should let loose more often. You're so quiet. I want you to be as loud as you want tonight." She made it to the bottom of her skirt with her lips and began massaging Tori's breasts with her hands. Simultaneously, she unzipped the long zipper that extended the length of the skirt with her teeth. The skirt fell away. A moment later, Tori's thong was gone too, revealing a trimmed yet unshaven pubic mound.
Dahlia hoisted a leg onto her shoulder and opened the other wide, then hovered an inch in front of Tori's pussy, breathing it in. She looked up and smiled at her. "You're almost too sweet," she said before licking the length of her opening, stopping at her clit and lavishing it with attention. She smiled against Tori's pussy each time she moaned, which got progressively louder each time.
Dahlia pulsed with power as she attended to Tori. She reveled in how she could control Tori's rate of breath and muscle tightness with the slightest change in pace or stroke.
Levi:
It was clear Levi was accustomed to being the dominant. At first, he fidgeted impatiently in his seat as he watched Dahlia do what he considered to be his job.
However, as time passed, his fascination grew. He always thought himself adept at pleasuring women, but Dahlia did it with an expertise only another woman could achieve. She was hooking one finger inside of Tori while continuing to work her tongue on the clit. There wasn't any fumbling or asking what Tori wanted, Dahlia knew. Watching the way she elicited reactions from Tori made Levi uncontrollably hard.
When he couldn't help it any longer, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants to expose his throbbing member. As he stroked himself, his entire body shuddered.
"Hey, did I say you could touch yourself?" came Dahlia's voice from across the room, she was glaring at him with Tori's juices dripping from her chin. "Stop and focus on us."
Something about the way Dahlia was so feminine, yet so dominant, made Levi surrender to her, listen to her, and want to please her. He put his cock away.
He was glad he turned his attention back to the women because Tori was groaning and squirming in the bed. He observed as she reached climax, her small body convulsing slightly, making her breasts shake beneath the shirt he wished she would get rid of already.
