That's a good little slut
, my inner dom groaned silently.
Just like that.
In my lap, Sammy's blonde head bobbed slowly up and down, taking my entire length deep in her throat. Her mouth was hot and silky around me, and the insistent pressure of her sucking was heavenly.
Such a perfect, obedient cocksucker...
I smiled luxuriantly, enjoying the banter of my newly discovered alter ego. Sammy had been steadily going down on me for at least five minutes, her blue eyes locked on my face except for the moments when she shivered with lust and closed them as she focused entirely on the sensation of my thick cock hitting the back of her throat.
My friend moaned, one hand massaging a round, buoyant tit while the other dove between her legs to slide wetly in and out of her dripping snatch. I loved the fact that she was just as turned on as I was; this busty, sculpted goddess getting soaking wet just from taking my cock between her full lips.
I felt the vibrations of her lustful groans travel up my shaft, the sensation indescribably erotic. "That's a good girl," I murmured, running a hand through her hair lovingly.
Fucking incredible girl
, my inner dom added.
I felt completely in control. It was as if my destiny, for the first time, was entirely in my own hands. 24 hours ago this sexy, blonde goddess would never have imagined that she would be kneeling before me submissively, wanting nothing more than my thick shaft thrusting between her perfect lips. I had been so deeply entrenched in the friend zone that she had changed clothes in front of me before, completely naked, unaware of the massive hard-on that I had instantly acquired admiring her long, athletic legs and perky bubble butt. Luckily, I had gone through Belgium, escaping the zone and taking her completely by surprise. Now, her only thoughts were devoted solely to my pleasure.
You do have control,
my inner doom told me with a swaggering conference I couldn't help but admire.
You control Sammy, Eliza and Marcella. Soon, you'll control Hannah as well. Your little harem of obedient submissives will be complete.
I could still hardly believe it, but looking around I saw the evidence firsthand. Beside me on the leather couch Marcella and Eliza at were making out frantically, their big, bouncy tits squashed together so that their nipples disappeared. They looked good, I realized without surprise as I admired dusky cocoa skin and deeply tawny tan slide sensuously across one another. The two women were whimpering with pleasure, eyes closed as they gave themselves entirely over to the sensations. I couldn't wait to wake up one morning with one of them on either side of me. I just hoped that when I left the escape room this perfect little world of fantasy would still be real.
Between my spread knees, Sammy mindlessly sucked up and down, her only thought a desire to give and receive pleasure. I watched her full, pillowy lips as they wrapped around my shaft, her mouth making a hot little 'O' in her stunning face that I wanted to thrust myself into until I came down her throat.
Lifting my hips, I decided to do just that.
Sammy didn't even gag as I thrust my cock deeper, claiming her mouth like I'd claimed her pussy not even hours before. In fact, my movements as I gripped her by the hair and fucked her face made her moan again. She was louder this time as she enjoyed the sensation of my ownership.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked the sexy blonde, feeling my balls tighten as climax grew closer and closer
"-ou, -aster," she responded, her voice muffled by my girthy prick. She relaxed back on her knees, letting me have my way with her. Her eyes stared up at me with a look of total submission.
"What are you?" I grunted. Sammy's lips sealed around me and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked desperately.
No. Fucking. Way
. The rational part of my mind still couldn't comprehend what it was seeing — my perfect wet dream, a busty pinup girl kneeling between my legs getting off with my cock pounding into her mouth.
"-our -bedient -laything," came the answer.
Fuck that's hot.
The sensation of Sammy's voice as it vibrated around my cock was too much, pushing me over the edge. Her big breasts bounced as she took me thrust for thrust. As my hot spunk spurted down her throat Sammy came with a muffled moan and a shuddering spasm that rippled through her entire body. She pulled back, catching at least half of my seed in her mouth, her coaxing mouth sucking hard to milk the last few drops from my aching balls.
What're you up to, you little minx?
my inner dom pondered, but Sammy's intentions quickly became clear. The couch moved beneath me as Marcella and Eliza broke free of each other's embrace and scooted off rapidly, kneeling down by Sammy with one on each side. Eliza was the first to receive her treat, Sammy turning and letting her slim hand reach up to massage one breast and leaning in to kiss the other woman sensuously.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I saw Sammy's jaw move and Eliza's eyes sparkle with pleasure as she eagerly swallowed the taste of cum that the blonde had fed her. They broke off their kiss and Sammy turned to Marcella. The Latina didn't wait, moaning lustfully and grabby Sammy's face in her two hands. She pulled Sammy's mouth to hers, enthusiastically parting her lips to swap spit and spunk with the busty blonde. I couldn't believe how hot it was. Their tongues intertwined as I watched, and I was only able to tear my eyes away from the sexy trio when I heard a distinctive cough behind me.
Ah. Crazy Merlin...
my inner dom mused as I twisted around in the leather cushions to see the source of the noise.
Still not quite sure about that nickname.
The tall, bald man was leaning casually against the island in the mini kitchen behind me. He wore a broad smile under his hooked nose and behind his long beard. "You seem to be doing alright, lad," he said, his slight foreign accent coloring his words. "But you have another gal ready for you, if you're ready for her." he winked, one bushy eyebrow wiggling up and down like a large, shaggy earthworm on his forehead. Then, he nodded at the huge television screen that dominated the wall across from the couch.
I turned back around to enjoy the show. On screen, a slim brunette wearing nothing but a bronze, sequined thong had stumbled into a white room with six walls and six doors.
Hannah.
The type-A, corporate woman was in control of herself no longer. With no specific instructions to follow, she leaned against one wall with her eyes closed, her red lips gasping and parted as she tweaked a nipple with one hand and desperately massaged her clit with the other.
CM raised his master remote to his mouth, the slim black box the piece of technology that seemingly allowed him to control all aspects of the escape room. "Hannah," he spoke, his voice sonorous. "You have beaten three challenges and have moved on to the final contest. Pass the test in the next room, and you will have completed the escape room."
As Merlin spoke, Hannah's eyelids had fluttered open. Her eyes were glazed and hungry at the same time, her lips still parted slightly as she took quick, shallow breaths. I admired the indecent swell of her breasts, the smooth tautness of her midriff and the tight nubs of her nipples, obviously hard with arousal.
"Are you ready?" the wizardly figure asked into his remote, and on screen Hannah nodded, her lustrous hair tumbling over her shoulders.
The past three rooms had been opened with keycards, but I doubted she would have the presence of mind to even swipe a rectangle of plastic through a reader. Evidently Crazy Merlin felt the same. On his remote, he pressed a button, and in the white room a door slid open with the soft hiss of metal on metal.
"Then please proceed, and best of luck to you." The older man grinned at me as I watched and then, to my surprise, walked over to the couch, skirting the three woman who lounged at my feet, and plopped down beside me.
On the megascreen, Hannah stood from her position against the wall and wobbled on unsteady legs towards the final room. I would almost have been concerned except I knew the reason she could barely walk. She had been teased and titillated within an inch of orgasm over and over for the past several hours, but never allowed release.
But that's all changing soon,
my inner dom promised as she stepped through the doorway into the next room, the camera following her closely. If all went according to plan, Hannah would soon be joining the rest of my brainwashed friends, my legion of lovers.