Trance Inc 10

"You're so fucking perfect..." I muttered, gazing into my girlfriend's blue eyes.

They were wide, glazed, and blank, staring past me at the screen of the television to where the TRANCE, Inc. induction video was playing on loop. Nonetheless, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of satisfaction in those azure orbs before I took one more step forward and kissed her. My mouth pressed to hers, hard, her lips soft and sweet and hot and willing beneath mine.

The heavy, electronic beat pulsed in my ears, winding its way into my brain and firing off all the right kinds of signals. I felt Amber moan into the kiss as her body melted against me. Her big, bouncy tits were pressed tight to my chest and her hands instinctively rode up my sides to pull at my shoulders, silently begging me for more. My muscles tensed, blood rushing from my head down to my cock and swelling my length insistently against the zipper of my slacks.

We both knew what was coming.

But not just yet.

I pulled back with a gasp, reluctantly, knowing that there were other matters to attend to first. Other beautiful, stunning, sexy matters. My gaze roamed over the other four figures that decorated my living room and I felt almost overwhelmed.

I grinned.

A good kind of overwhelmed,

I thought.

Victoria stood stock still, her statuesque figure bathed in hypnotic, spinning, warping colors. Her dark hair fell down her back and the purple dress clung to her figure like it was showing her off just for me. She was tall, a little taller than me in her heels, and I could imagine coming up behind her, my hands sliding up her stomach to cup her full tits, her toned, bouncy ass grinding back against my hardness as I massaged her breasts and whispered commands in her ear.

We had just had a lovely date. She had just agreed to move in with me. She would

definitely

be the object of my focus tonight.

"Amber," I murmured, flicking my gaze back to the bombshell blonde. As would my stunning, thoughtful girlfriend, who had planned this surprise just for me.

"Yes, Master...?"

the pornstar answered, in that purring monotone that I had grown to love.

I grinned, my cock in my fist, hard as a steel pole and throbbing with need. My hand was stroking, stroking, stroking, building me up to a fever pitch as my mind raced. It was hard to think, but even as lust burned through my body and clouded my thoughts I knew I had to plan. I had five smoking hot babes at my command, and I was going to make sure everyone enjoyed themselves.

"Help Victoria strip for me."

Under my hands, I felt Amber's body shudder with pleasure at being commanded, and a low moan escaped her full, pink lips.

"Yes, Master..."

Her voice was breathy now, her nipples poking very obviously through the flimsy fabric of her tee shirt. Then, she was slinking past me with sensual grace, her hands reaching out and fingers slipping around the brunette's wrist and then sliding up her arm.

"Victoria..." I said. My voice was husky, and I could feel my self-control start to slip. "Kiss her."

My boss, the dark-haired beauty, shuddered like an electric current of bliss had been passed through her. Then she turned, slowly, away from the television screen. Her eyes were smoky, her lips parted as she sighed — in a tone of sultry surrender —

"Yes, Master."

There was the soft sound of her heel clicking a single time on the floor as she stepped forward, barely audible under the thumping EDM beat, and the two gorgeous babes came together. Victoria's fingers traced down Ambers back and sank into the twin hemispheres of her muscular ass, barely covered by a pair of boy shorts.

Fuck...

I felt a stab of heat punch through my core, and knew I couldn't hold back much longer before I joined. Almost desperately, I cast my eyes to the three teenaged knockouts. Two pornstars and a beautiful, bimbofied sorority girl. At my beck and call. Whose only desire was to submit, to feel the pleasure of obedience as they carried out my will. My cock ached, my body practically pulling me toward them like a moth to a flame.

Carmen, Daisy and Mia knelt in a row, thighs spread wide and their hands sunk deep between them. Mia's hair looked even more pale and fine between the lush, crimson waterfalls on either side. All three were perfectly naked, and the sight of the three barely-legal babes was simultaneously taboo and begging for attention.

"Daisy." My throat tried to close around the word, my body shutting down nonvital functions like speech as it ratcheted up the heat in my core. "Carmen."

The two redheads turned in unison, green eyes wide and shining with a simple, adoring submission.

"Show Mia a good time."

But that was all I managed to tell them before my own body — maybe influenced by the powerful TRANCE track, maybe giving in to the raging lust that tore through me like a wildfire — was outside of my control and I was moving towards the entwined pornstars before me.

Don't look at the screen

, I reminded myself. Luckily, it was easy. I had other things to watch.

As the twin 18-year-old pornstars converged on the helplessly aroused sorority girl, my eyes devoured the sight of the other women. My hand stroked up the smooth line of Victoria's back, now bared. Amber had pulled the purple dress up over the brunette's head and now she stood naked, not a scrap of cloth to hide her body from my blazing eyes.

You belong to me,

I thought, and the idea sank deep and stuck and felt right and good. But I wasn't much for thinking, right then. My cock throbbed against my palm, and then my hand on my shaft was replaced as Amber turned, blue eyes meeting mine and her hand stroking gently up and down my aching pole.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, and there was as surge of heat in my body before she responded, because I knew the power that I had in my hands.

"Whatever you wish, Master,"

Amber murmured, and I knew that she meant it. All of her will was now focused on my pleasure, her only wish to obey.

"Suck my cock, babe," I ordered, and there was a flash of pleasure in her blue eyes before they slid down my half-naked body and locked in on my rigid shaft.

Her hand stroked up and down, slowly. And then she was sliding down to her knees. She didn't even reply to the command, other than to lean forward and, without hesitation, wrap her plush lips around the mushroom head of my length.

Yesss...

A part of my mind groaned with delight as the heat and soft wetness of her mouth began to slowly swallow my manhood. But the rest of me was distracted by the stunning, mature beauty who was turning my way.

Victoria's dark, rich brown eyes were deeper than ever, unfocused until they met mine and sparked with recognition, then lust. Her stance settled, her lips parting in a soft, inaudible sigh. I abruptly realized I had no idea how old Victoria was. I knew only that she had the weight of experience in her posture and gaze, and that right now this sexy, accomplished woman was silently begging for my orders.

"Come here," I murmured, and then she was close and my fingers were in her hair and our lips met.

Between my thighs, my throbbing pole sent wave after wave of pleasure into my core. Amber's expert, cocksucking mouth bobbed up and down as Victoria's lips kissed mine eagerly. I pulled her closer, and felt her fingers slide up my chest to begin unbuttoning my shirt.

Yes...

I thought vaguely, and I was affirming both of the women who served me. The long sleeves of my button down shirt peeled back from my arms as I disentangled myself and then Victoria's hard nipples and soft tits were mashed to my chest and my hands were sliding down her back to cup her muscular ass.

There was a soft

pop

as I stepped back, glancing down and seeing Amber's mingled look of lust and disappointment as my glistening cock slid free from her pillowy lips. Her small hand, still wrapped around my girth, began to stroke as she stared obediently upward. Her saliva made her hand slide easily and quickly, faster and faster so my balls ached and begged me for release.

"On the couch," I ordered, and I was stepping away from the kneeling blonde, pushing Victoria several short, guided steps backward in her heels. Then, those heels were up in the air as I lowered the ex-pornstar onto the cushions and knelt between her spread thighs. Her feet locked in the small of my back, pulling me forward and inside of her before I had time to think.

"Ahhh..."

I groaned, in spite of myself, and then I was letting myself go and my hips found a rhythm.

"Ohfuckmaster..."

Victoria's voice was thick with pleasure as my cock slowly thrust inside of her and her inner tunnel clenched around me.

"Ohfuck..."

Glancing to one side, I could see on the soft carpet the tangle of bodies that was Mia and the twins. One twin was pressing the tanned, pale-haired babe down into the floor with a kiss, both young women moaning desperately. The other twin was on her hands and knees, spreading wide Mia's thighs and letting her fingers roam down the length of the smooth, tanned skin. From here, in the semidarkness, it was hard to distinguish between Daisy and Carmen, but the sight of the sisters double-teaming the mindwiped blonde made my prick pulse with arousal.

I was moving faster, now, my body no longer able to resist the need that overwhelmed me.

The twin lowered her head, and her green eyes flashed before her tongue lapped out and up Mia's shaved, glistening slit. Muffled by the mouth of the other redhead, the sorority sister moaned and writhed with bliss.

Then, there was a shifting weight on the pillows behind me and I felt gentle fingers settle on my shoulders.

Kneeling behind me, breasts pressed to my flexed back and breath hot on my skin, Amber murmured,

"Fuck her harder, Master..."

I grunted, my body responding. The blonde's hands massaged my shoulders, tight and sore after a week of hardcore exercise. My cock pounded into Victoria's tight, willing entrance, her core volcanically hot.

"Fuck your obedient, mindless plaything..."

Victoria gasped, eyes wide and staring up into my face. They were hot and desperate, her naked need evident. I felt her inner muscles massaging me, begging for my load.

"Fuck your perfect, needy sextoy..."

My own core was tightening, my muscles clenching so that my fingers dug into the woman's hips and pulled her even tighter to me.

"Make your fuckdoll cum so hard she can't even remember her name..."

I was cumming, my mind going blank and dark, white and sharp. My body hardened and relaxed, flexed and released, my balls roiling and unleashing a flood of sticky white spunk deep in Victoria's womb. I whitewashed her inner walls, coating her with my essence and feeling the deep satisfied sensation of making her mine.

My hands fell to the sofa on either side of her head, my body falling forward and away from Amber's cooing, satisfied sounds and stroking, massaging hands. Her voice was still murmuring but there was a dullness in my head and sounds echoes to my ears from far away. My body buzzed with release and my gaze was fixed on the slowly relaxing, beautiful features of the woman beneath me.

"Hey, V," I told her, staring into her dark eyes. And maybe it was her name, or the sound of my voice, but her long lashes fluttered and then a flash of brightness showed me that she had broken free of the trance. "Thanks for agreeing to move in with me."

She smiled sweetly, and then she was tugging me down, silently asking me to kiss her again.

And so I did.

* * *

I woke to a gentle, chiming sound in the semidarkness of early morning. My body felt heavy and solid, and I lay there a moment wondering why I was awake and what it would feel like to try and move. But I put that off for a moment, and let my eyes flicker open.

I had, in what was becoming a habit, woken up on the couch. The pillows beneath me were conformed to my body, and there was a blanket thrown over my shoulders. Pushing myself up on one elbow, I rubbed my palm across my face and realized that the soft chiming had stopped.

I took a deep breath, and recalled to mind what had happened the previous night.

Amber and Victoria had taken Mia and Daisy to bed, the four babes slotting onto my king-sized mattress like a sexy jigsaw. Carmen and I had looked at the foursome — a pair of snuggling teens in the middle, blissed out and passed out, bookended by the two older women —, looked at each other, and then took blanket, pillow and sofa.

Carmen...

I thought, looking around and realizing that the cushions were still warm next to me where the teenager had cuddled up against me in the night.

As if my thoughts had summoned her, a slender silhouette with a tumbling mane of dark hair crossed hall and slipped into the living room. There was a bundle in her hands.

"G'morning," I muttered, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Hey, you." Carmen's voice was low, but positively chirpy.

How late were we up last night?

I wondered, feeling quite the opposite of chirpy myself.

And what time is it now...?

The young woman crossed the room, dropping the bundle on the coffee table that had been shoved out of place at some point last night, and sat down next to me. "I wasn't sure if my alarm had woken you up," she added, small hand slipping under the blanket and stroking up my thigh. "I thought I might have to be your alarm clock."

"Carmen..."

I groaned, my head falling back onto the pillow and my eyelids drooping as I sighed. I felt my body awakening further, at least below the waist. "Why are we awake right now? I don't even know what time it is." I draped my arm heavily over my eyes.

The teenager giggled, then lifted the covers and slipped underneath with me.

"Hey!" I hissed at the feeling of her chilly feet on my shins. But the girl wriggled around, pressed her palms to my chest and made me flinch instinctively at the cold contact. My eyes blinked wide.

The girl kissed my chest, and her lips had a nice kind of coolness to them. "We're awake," she murmured, her words interspersed with a trail of kisses up my body, "because you're still in training, mister. And we've got to make sure your body stays in the habit of waking up

early."

My sigh was half disbelief, half resentful and half resignation. If I'd learned anything about Carmen, it was that she was determined.

She's not going to let me go back to sleep,

I realized, my sigh turning into a groan.

"I'll go easy on you today," Carmen promised. She pecked my lips now, and I could see feel her encouraging grin. "You've been doing so good. Let's keep up the streak!"

I grimaced, blinked several more times, and then reluctantly slid the covers away and braced myself for the cold morning air. "Okay," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "Let's do this."

"That's the way," the teenager encouraged, and kissed my cheek before bouncing away across the room again. "I snuck you some clothes out of the other room. Day will be up in a minute, but the others are passed the

hell

out."

I just grunted vaguely in response, flexing my toes into the carpet and asking myself again how Carmen was so chipper. Then, I abruptly wondered if I was simply feeling my age when compared to the teenager.

No... Don't let me be getting old,

I thought, only mostly joking. The thought motivated me enough to get me up and dressed in a pair of running shorts, shoes and tee shirt, before we slipped out the front door.

You're only twenty-three, damnit,

I ordered myself as I followed my teenage lover down the stairs.

You shouldn't be having

any

trouble with this.

As I replicated Carmen's brief warm up routine, I said. "Thanks. I appreciate you helping me do this."

Carmen smiled brightly. "Of course, Chance. I'm so glad you're doing it with me." Then, she blushed a little. "I feel really happy to get to spend some special alone time with you, too. You're a hot commodity, after all."

Huh,

I thought as I smiled back at her.

That's a really good way to look at it. It's not just a morning run and exercise. It's an opportunity to get some alone time with Carmen.

We set off, jogging easily down the street. Breathing in the brisk morning air, I knew that this was good for me. The tight, sore, heaviness that had sunk into my body overnight after a week of working out was gradually working its way

out

of my muscles. I still felt sluggish and slow, but I decided that that was just my general lack of fitness and my immediate comparison to the fit, bouncy babe who ran alongside me.

She

is

bouncy...

I thought as I slowed a fraction and Carmen got a couple steps ahead.

Her simple ponytail bounced at the back of her head. From the side angle, I could see that her perky young breasts bounced even in the pink neon sports bra that tried to constrain them. And, from the back, I could watch her round bubble butt as it bounced hypnotically.

"Come on, slowpoke," the girl teased, and I blinked back to the present. I sped up, and she nudged me with one elbow. "Eyes on the road, babe," she teased.

I wondered whether Carmen had been out running on her own this past week — she probably had to, I realized, to compensate for her less-intense workouts with me — because she led me on a new route this morning and didn't pause at any point to get her bearings. We turned right, down a street that I hadn't explored before, and in a few minutes we were jogging down the sidewalk in front of a row of pretty, suburban houses. Across the street, the houses faced a row of spaced trees and a well-kempt, grassy park. There were benches in the shade, some swings, and one of those metal and plastic play structures in bright, glossy yellow and red. I'd never explored this way before, and I checked the street sign as we came to the corner.

"Downing Street,"

I muttered under my breath.

We turned, crossed the street and then I followed Carmen as the 18-year-old redhead loped onto the sidewalk, up across the grass and then spun neatly, settling back in one of the chain-tethered swings. I mirrored her, and a moment later we were swinging back and forward easily, talking in the swaying, singsong way you adopt when you're on a swing set.

"When I found this place, I couldn't believe you hadn't mentioned it to any of us," Carmen was saying. She had let her head fall back, and her hair swung behind her. "It would be perfect for a weekend picnic. Or a barbecue, maybe. Get some of our friends together and come out for an evening."

"I've never been here before," I answered honestly, and felt a little silly to admit it.

"Really?" Carmen's eyes sparkled at me when she turned her head. "Then this is kind of like our own little adventure, isn't it? Discovering a new place. Like explorers, finding a new continent to add to the map!"

The teen's positive attitude was infectious, but I found myself glancing away with a slow sigh. "Yeah," I agreed, trying to smile. I felt an unexpected pang of sadness and shame, and knew what it was from.

"What's wrong?"

When I glanced back, I saw the young woman had slowed her momentum. She was giving me a look that was surprisingly adult, and it made me remember what I'd only recently learned. She'd basically been living as an adult for a while now, with rich parents who left her and her sister pretty much to their own devices.

I chewed my lip a second as I swung to a halt. "I don't have many friends," I admitted. I felt like I was revealing a personal flaw. "Only a couple from high school, one or two guys I play video games with occasionally. I didn't make more than a few friends in college, either. I'm not really a great social personality."