"Is there something in this beer?" I asked, chuckling, as my dick rose to attention for what felt like the dozenth time in only a few hours. On either side of me, Eliza and Sammy's eyes were glued to my crotch. Sammy's busty body wriggled up closer on my right, her hand slipping down my bare chest.
Crazy Merlin snorted as he tipped back his own cold brew. "Might be, lad," he told me, glancing over with a wink. His bushy white eyebrows waggled.
I shook my head.
Unbelievable.
I eyed the white-bearded man, Eliza's milk-chocolate hand sliding along my left thigh. I could feel the buzz from the alcohol I'd been consuming all morning, and my tongue was well-loosened. "You are one crazy dude, you know that?" I sucked in a breath through my teeth as Sammy's hand wrapped around my re-inflated length and Eliza's fingers began to fondle my balls. "After what I've seen today I wouldn't doubt that you'd slip me something in my drink that could make my dick do fucking backflips."
And for some reason, I don't think I mind.
That old man could have slipped me whatever drug he wanted. He'd been instrumental in orchestrating the best day of my entire life. Today was my birthday, and somehow my insane, spur-of-the-moment decision to spend most of my life savings on an escape room that supposedly turned any woman into a brainwashed sexual submissive was paying off.
CM's beaky nose dipped up and down as he laughed. "I would only drug you for your own benefit," he chortled. "You paid me a pretty penny, my boy. Customer satisfaction is my greatest delight."
On the huge HD screen, Hannah and Marcella were preparing to enter their third room of the escape room challenge.
If everything goes according to pattern,
I thought excitedly,
one of them is soon to be the third member of my little posse...
Marcella was mostly naked, her tiny white bikini bottom the only fabric covering her entire stunning body — expanses of smooth caramel skin, just begging for my mouth and hands, and breasts that I wanted to bury my face in. Hannah, hair pulled back, was wearing only slightly more. The bikini top she wore only emphasized her pointy nipples, erect with her obvious arousal.
"Well..." I said, looking around in an exaggerated way. "Consider me pretty well satisfied." While I was distracted, Sammy's lips closed around the head of my dick and I gasped involuntarily. "Holy shit..." Eliza's tongue lapped at my shaft as my personal blonde bombshell lavished attention on the tip. I could hardly think straight as her cheeks hollowed and her tongue coaxed my length to grow even harder. My two bimbo playthings seemed unable to focus on anything for long without my cock stuffed in one of their holes.
My brow furrowed with the effort of my concentration.
Too many things at once.
I wanted to enjoy watching Marcella and Hannah coming under my control, but I was getting overwhelmed with stimuli. I didn't know what to do. I had two gorgeous women in my lap begging for me to do whatever I wanted with them, two more on the way — or so I hoped — and at the end of the day...
I only have one penis.
"Hey, Merlin," I said, a random idea sparking in my brain. "How would you like to give a friend a helping hand? To help with customer satisfaction and all..." I trailed off as Sammy suddenly took me all the way into her throat in one smooth swallow. My legs clenched up and I gritted my teeth as I swore, "Holy
fuck
that's good..."
CM scratched his bald pate and looked my way. I could tell from the way his gaze darted to my lap that he was enjoying the view, and there was an obvious tent in his khaki slacks. "What're you proposing, my boy?" he asked, eyes glittering.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "I seem to have more women over here than I can handle right now. How would you feel if I lent you one?"
My wizardly friend seemed taken aback. "I've had quite a few clients, lad," he said after a moment of reflection. "And not one of them has offered to share their bounty with me."
I shrugged, trying to act humble while I received the greatest blowjob of my life from two of my gorgeous best friends. "What can I say?" I finally responded. "I'm a good guy, deep down."
When I'm not paying to bimbofy my four closest friends and brainwash them into sexual submission.
"Is that a yes?"
Crazy Merlin was already undoing his belt. "Fuck yes, my boy," he said with gusto. He winked. "And I will tell you now, your generosity will not be forgotten." With that cryptic statement, he unzipped his trousers and took out his —
Oh my god...
Merlin's magic wand was more like a magic staff; thick, rigid and upright. I chuckled. "Jesus Christ, CM," I said. I never felt the need to explain my internal nickname to the escape room's operator, and for his part he hadn't yet asked. We just seemed to have some sort of strange understanding. "Didn't know you were hiding a python in your pants."
The bearded man snorted good-naturedly. On screen, the girls dazedly approached the next door.
"Eliza?" At the sound of my voice, my newest plaything glanced up attentively.
"Yes, Master?" Her tone was docile and submissive, and I could see in her eyes that she wanted nothing more than to please me.
I fucking love that look.
I nodded towards Merlin. "Why don't you go help my friend there deal with his little problem?" This was a test, I realized, as much as it was a chance for me to focus my attention into fewer directions. How far did my control over Eliza and Sammy extend?
Eliza glanced over at the older man, her eyes honing in on his rigid pole. While I could tell her eyes weren't burning with the special lust they had when they looked at me, her tongue darted out and wet her lips hungrily at the sight of the other man's huge cock. "Yes, Master," she whispered.
On her hands and knees, Eliza slunk towards the older man like a lithe jungle cat. Even as Sammy's perfect lips massaged my shaft, I couldn't keep my eyes from my dusky-skinned slave. Sammy moaned, feeling me growing harder in her throat as I imagined kneeling behind Eliza and thrusting deep into her pink folds.
At CM's feet, Eliza shook her dark waterfall of hair over her shoulders and gazed up at him. Then, she kissed up his leg and inner thigh.
I wondered if I should feel anything. Embarrassment at watching another man getting his dick sucked, maybe? Or even jealousy that my woman was being used by someone else?
Oh, fuck...
My train of thought derailed as Sammy swirled her tongue around the tip of my length and let her long nails trail lightly down my tight stomach. It was hard to be jealous when you have a gorgeous blonde goddess kneeling at your feet, hot mouth slurping up and down your entire cock and moaning as though she couldn't imagine a greater pleasure than pleasuring you. So instead of feeling anything I just watched with fascination as Eliza's tongue licked up Crazy Merlin's prick and then the woman lowered her mouth over the top. It looked like she could barely wrap her lips all the way around his girth, and for once I was actually grateful that my own member was fairly average. But Eliza gamely began to ease her way down onto him, sliding his length inch by inch into her throat.
Almost immediately, CM hissed through his beard with bliss. His foreign accent became more pronounced as he muttered, "Jesus Christ that's good..." Then, he blinked and took a deep breath. He ran a hand through Eliza's thick mane and grinned over at me. "Ready for the next room, lad?" he asked.
"Fuck yea!" I grinned back at my new comrade.
Time to make all my birthday wishes come true.
* * *
Marcella watched as Hannah swiped the silver keycard on the next door and the light in its center turned green. The door slid open, but the room on the other side was dark — making it difficult to see what might be beyond. Not that Marcella minded. She could hardly focus on anything but the muscles smoothly rippling beneath the skin of Hannah's back, her tight ass bouncing as she strode forward confidently and the curve of her legs as they moved with easy grace. Marcella's skin felt hot, and there was a wetness between her legs that wasn't only due to the fact that in the last room she'd been forced to dive into a swimming pool. Still, she resisted the urge to reach up and play with the erect nipples at the peak of her substantial breasts. "Get ahold of yourself, chica," the Latina goddess muttered, shaking her head. Her dark hair brushed down her back and gave her shivers. She followed Hannah into the room behind the door.
Immediately, the entrance slid closed and after a moment of pitch blackness a red light seemed to grow into being around them. A soft, pulsing music began to play, like the sounds of a nightclub pounding in the background.
The AI that had been instructing them throughout the day came on over a sound system that must have been hidden in the shadows. The voice interwove with the music in a strangely hypnotic way. "Girls..." it said, it's synthetic tone somehow slightly out of breath. "You have reached the penultimate challenge. But before you may continue... You know what to do."
Marcella nodded slowly, feeling like she was moving through honey, and looked around. "We can only complete the challenge in the right outfit..." she muttered, her exotic accent even more sensual as she dragged out every syllable. The tawny-skinned woman wondered why everything seemed so slow and hot... Then her eyes lit on the attire for this particular chamber.
Hannah protested momentarily as she also realized what they were intended to wear. "What...?" she gaped. "There's no fucking way..." But Marcella just nodded, accepting it.
Two pairs of bikini bottoms had been laid out on a nearby rack, the material a shimmery gold with chains of dangling sequins trailing downward. A matching bangle for the arm was hanging from the rack next to each piece. That was it.
