I slid inside her from behind, splitting her in half with my cock. Her inner walls were hot and tight, gripping me firmly as I sighed and enjoyed the leisurely pace. I was in heaven, my fingers kneading and stroking her perfect, round ass, digging into the supple, fatty tissue.
"Please, Drake..." the busty pin up girl, my perfect wet dream, begged me from her hands and knees. She tossed her long, blonde hair as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her big blue eyes were wide and glazed from the sex and from whatever the escape room had done to her mind. They were also burning with an insatiable desire. "Oh
please
, Master. Fuck me harder." Sammy's voice was changed β breathier and sexed up, like someone has sucked out half of her brain cells and replaced the data she'd lost with the conditioning to make her my perfect bimbo fucktoy.
Hell
, I thought.
For all I know, that's exactly what happened.
I sped up a fraction and Sammy's eyes rolled back as she moaned and dropped her head. "Yes, Master..." she sighed as she pushed back against me, driving me inside of her to the hilt. "Yes, Master... Make me your little bimbo plaything... Your perfect little blonde fucktoy... Your sexdoll... Your anything..."
I had already cum twice in the past half hour, once in her pussy and then again in her skilled mouth, but she was going to drive me wild. I was already surprised at my ability to maintain a hard-on, but I didn't think about it too hard.
Haha.
Today was a day for good surprises. And for dumb puns. It was my birthday, after all. Still, I wanted to pace myself to make sure I had enough stamina for the other three women on the docket today.
Speaking of which...
I looked up past Sammy at the huge HD television screen on the wall in front of us. On it, three other women were standing in a six-sided room with six doors. They were gathered in front of one of the doors, preparing to swipe a slim black keycard that would presumably open it. All three were dressed in a hilariously sexualized parody of a khaki jungle uniform, their tits spilling out of the tiny tops and their asses jiggling in shorts that barely contained them.
"Feeling a little more confident in your purchase, lad?"
I didn't even turn around at this point as I slid deep inside Sammy once again. Behind me, reclining on an old leather couch, was the bald, bearded and beak-nosed man who I had silently dubbed Crazy Merlin. Sipping on a beer and grinning like a TV host at the screen of the television, Big M didn't look like the kind of man who had the power to turn four women into my horny, obedient submissives. Then again, the first of the four was already begging for me to take her in all kinds of depraved ways I couldn't wait to explore.
"I had my doubts," I grunted, bottoming out inside of Sammy and making her moan. I sucked in a breath as she circled her hips and ground back against me. "I admit it. But I can't argue with your results."
CM cackled happily and took a swig from his beer bottle. "Just wait. Another one is coming
right up.
"
On the screen, Hannah, confident and in-control with her brunette hair tied back in a long ponytail, swiped the card and the blinking red light on the door went from red to green.
Just like Christmas,
I thought, then grinned. I let my fingers wander over the smooth curve of Sammy's hips.
Though it basically already is.
"Sammy?" I asked, my eyes glued to the screen as I slid out of her and sat back in my leather recliner, still naked from the waist down.
"Yes, Master," she replied immediately. She turned to look at me, wanting only to please.
"I want your mouth while I watch this."
She grinned, her eyes heated and eager. "Oh, yes, Master..."
A moment later my eyes slid closed involuntarily as I gasped at the ecstatic sensation of her lips wrapping around the sensitive head of my cock.
Fuck me,
I inwardly moaned.
Oh fuck yes.
I couldn't help myself as I grasped her thick mane of blonde hair and fucked her face for several strokes, thrusting my cock almost all the way into her mouth as she happily deepthroated me. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the sweet, fantastic sensation of my old friend, the one who spent her weekends clubbing and modeling while I worked a second part-time job, licking and sucking her own juices from the entire length of my member.
Onscreen, the white door slid open and I enjoyed the view of three tight asses making their way into the room beyond. I grinned, then sucked air in through my teeth as Sammy took me especially deep. "Let's get this party started."
*
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Eliza could feel the wetness between her thighs, the fiery heat at their apex that she couldn't seem to ignore. It had been building, inexplicably, ever since the first room when they'd "sacrificed" Sammy on a faux-Aztec altar in order to attain the key to the second room. She found her eyes wandering down Marcella's back to admire the bounce of her athletic Latina ass in those tight khaki shorts. Then, she shook her head and ran one hand across her forehead, her fingers coming back slick with the sweat that was beading on her dark skin. "Focus," she muttered. "Yo, Hannah!" she called as they entered the second part of the escape room complex. "What's going on up there?"
Hannah's answer came back as a laugh of delight. "Oh, you are not going to believe this."
The door slid shut behind her and Eliza was in another world. It looked like the interior of a five-star beachfront hotel in Mexico or the Caribbean: warm tiles beneath their feet, a deep, blue swimming pool in front of them and a warm breeze that smelled of salt wafting through the air. The far wall was made entirely of glass and looked out at what Eliza could only assume was an extremely high-definition projection of the beach and ocean.
"Woah..." she heard Marcella gasp in wonder.
Then, as if to remind them that they were still going through Drake's strange birthday escape room, the AI voice that had been guiding them through their tasks came to life. "Hello, girls, and welcome to the second room. You've already completed one challenge, showing you know how to submit yourselves to the greater good of the team when required. Now you're ready for your next task. If you succeed, another one of you will escape from the challenge and enjoy the reward that comes from her victory, while the other two will have to continue on to the next level of escape." There was a brief pause. "But first, remember your outfits. You will only receive credit for the challenge if you complete it while wearing this room's special attire. You will receive further instructions once you have dressed appropriately."
"When did the AI go from calling us 'escapees' to 'girls'?" Hannah grumbled, but not too fiercely.
Eliza was finding it harder and harder to think with the burning desire mounting in her core, so she just shrugged and looked around for this room's special outfit.
Marcella tugged at her khaki button-down, nearly spilling her tits out of the tight garment. "I just hope the new outfit is better thanβ" she cut herself off as she saw the three white bikinis that were laid out on the tiled floor before them. "No fucking way..." she gaped. "What the fuck kind of escape room is this?"
Eliza was already shrugging out of her own adventure costume, revealing once more her lacy purple lingerie beneath. "No sense fighting it," she mumbled, not realizing as her voice grew slower and more monotone, her eyes glazing over as the carefully blended cocktail of pheromones on the "sea breeze" robbed her of her will and the ability to think clearly. She reached back and undid her bra mechanically, then dropped her arms and let it drop to the floor to reveal her shapely breasts and very obviously hardened nipples. Then, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and shimmied the purple panties down her chocolate thighs, kicking them to the side and ignoring the others as they gaped at her and stared.