by Ella Ford
My new toy set to work immediately, her tongue now considerably more experienced in pleasing me than it had been twelve hours ago. She attacked my clitoris first, focusing her assault there with a series of jabs and pokes and lengthy strokes. I moaned and fell back on the bed, wrapping my lower legs around her body and locking her in place. I felt her pace quicken, darting here and there with a youthful vigor. I felt her tongue harden and push forward into my hole, twirling around to heighten the sensation of penetration - she learned fast. Then she returned upwards to my clitoris, replacing her tongue with a pair of slender fingers inside me.
As she attacked my core with licks and prods, she worked on my g-spot with her fingers, finding that rough penny and massaging it in time with her tongue. My mind exploded with pleasure, simultaneously wondering how such sensation was possible and whether my body could even take such torment.
I began to writhe on the bed, no longer concerned about neighbouring rooms hearing my cries I screamed out. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy harder!” I surprised even myself with the porno-monologue that spewed from my mouth as Beth devoured my sex with reckless abandon.
The bed shook now as I bucked and flailed, hands thrashing beside me, clutching handfuls of bedsheet or comforter. With my free hand, I grabbed my breasts, roughly kneading the tender flesh, firing up the conflagration that was building in my loins.
I allowed the flame to build, coaxing it higher, inviting it to grow and burn me up completely. Yet I wanted this escalation to never end - the paradox of lustful desire, to embrace it is to cut it short. So it warred inside me until I lost control of it and the decision was taken from me.
The orgasm roared outwards, sending jets of rocket fuel down my arms and legs. I felt my thighs tighten around Beth’s head, locking her in place, not allowing her to escape from the deluge she’d unleashed. I felt my arms shoot outwards, grabbing at the bed, a desperate attempt to anchor myself to this maddening reality. My head pushed back and my back arched upwards. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I cried out as the most intense orgasm of my young life ripped through my body and rendered me insensate! An orgasm whose power far exceeded the sum of its parts - Beth’s loving manipulation, her willing surrender, the thrill of control, or possibility. All of this exploded outwards at the speed of light and atomised my being until I blacked out and fell backwards onto the bed, my body spent and useless, a smouldering husk.
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When I came around, she was gone, but so was the note. Now all I could do was return home and wait. Like a patient collector, awaiting the delivery of a prized rare find, I would await the arrival of my first living doll.
Chapter 4: Delivery
Now
“I-I don’t know what to do,” said Elise, her voice trembling and hands shaking as I led her to the bed.
“Sit down dear,” I smiled, gently pushing her shoulders until her knees buckled and she slumped down to the edge of the mattress. After she’d made her choice, I’d taken the bewildered looking girl by the hand and guided her up the stairs. She’d followed along without a word of complaint, face stricken in a mask of fear and confusion. “Have you been with a woman before?” I asked matter-of-factly.
The brunette reporter shook her head numbly, her dark curls rippling gently around her slender neck. “N-no,” she whispered, barely audible over the sound of her laboured breathing.
I touched my fingertips to her cheek and stroked her reassuringly, the calming act of a mother, with no hint of the sordid fate I had in store for her. Behind us, Christa and Beth entered the room and stood together by the door, legs spread a shoulder’s width apart, hands clasped behind their backs.
“Beth, undress Elise,” I said, stepping back and leaving Elise alone on the bed. I walked over to the comfortable wingback chair by the window and lowered myself down, crossing my legs and watching with eager anticipation as Beth approached the trembling reporter. As much as I enjoyed playing with my girls, I found an equal pleasure in watching them play together. And there was something uniquely thrilling about watching them play with an inexperienced girl. I reached down below my hemline and lightly rubbed my thighs, pulling my skirt up ever so slightly.
Elise looked up and watched Beth approach with nervous apprehension, as though circled by a hungry wolf. Behind Beth, Christa surveyed the pair of them, a greedy glint in her eye.
“May I?” breathed Beth, gesturing at the buttons of her blazer.
Elise nodded, moving her hands off her lap and placing them on the bed beside her. She sat back, inviting Beth towards her and my elfin toy began to undress the trembling brunette. Their eyes met briefly and an unspoken reassurance flashed between the two girls, a silent communication that contained a deeper sentiment - lust.
I relaxed somewhat, sensing that Elise was beginning to feel what I felt every time I looked at my girls, that she was beginning to understand and anticipate the new sensations that I had gifted her.
With a gentle motion, Beth eased the jacket off Elise’s shoulders, stroking her hands down the other girl’s bare arms. Elise shuddered noticeably and sighed as her skin touched Beth’s. She turned her head to follow with rapt attention as Beth took the pristine jacket and folded it over the end of the bed, then returned to remove her blouse. Her eyes followed Beth’s every move, savored every button as each one fell to Beth’s skillful fingers, until, finally, her short-sleeved blouse joined her jacket in a neat pile.
With a gasp, Elise realized that she was exposed and glanced down at her breasts, still covered with a delicate white bra. She lifted her arm to cover herself instinctively, blushing and lowering her eyes. Beth climbed up onto the bed and kneeled beside her, resting a reassuring hand on her thigh and smiling pleasantly. With her other hand, she reached around Elise and expertly unclasped the bra, then guided its straps over Elise’s shoulders. Elise sighed and moved her arm, allowing the bra to fall away and freeing her full breasts.
It was Beth’s turn to smile greedily and lick her lips, then she leaned forwards and playfully flicked her tongue over Elise’s hardening nipple, lifting her eyes to study the brunette’s reaction. Elise gasped and giggled nervously, a red flush adding color to her pretty face.
“Oh…” she said, seemingly lost for words.
Beth lowered her head again and wrapped her lips around Elise’s whole nipple, cupping the breast in her hand and lifting it to her. She began to suck that delicious flesh, causing Elise to throw her head back and moan out loud, thrusting her chest out towards the other girl.
“Christa, remove Elise’s skirt,” I said, drawing my attention away from the captivating scene unfolding before me.
Christa purred and nodded, then stepped across the room with three long strides, barely able to conceal her enthusiasm. She squatted down before Elise and reached forwards, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Elise’s skirt, then pulled with surprising force. Both Elise and Beth squealed at the ferocity of Christa’s assault and Elise fell back on the bed. At once, Beth pounced on the now prone reporter, locking her lips on Elise’s mouth and kissing her passionately. The trapped reporter moaned a muffled yelp but didn’t attempt to resist, allowing Beth to probe her mouth with an eager tongue. In time, her own tongue danced with Beth’s, rolling together with an exquisite need for taste.
Meanwhile, Christa had coaxed Elise’s skirt, pantyhose and panties down her legs and over her feet. The tall blonde took the bundle of clothes and casually tossed it aside, a stark contrast to the tender care with which Beth had folded Elise’s clothes beside them. I would have to remember to reprimand Christa for that, such a lack of control was not becoming - this house was long overdue a spanking, I thought to myself with a rush of anticipation.
Having freed her prey from the constraint of clothing, Christa lowered herself down to her knees and placed her hand on Elise’s thighs, pushing her legs apart. She gazed forwards and licked her lips, surveying the dripping folds of the reporter’s young sex. She twitched, about to dive in, but something stopped
her. She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes pleading for permission.
I gazed back, pausing as long as I thought necessary to teach the willful blonde a little discipline. Then I nodded and flashed the three girls a sultry smirk.
“Thank you mistress,” breathed Christa and turned back to Elise’s exposed pussy. I sat forwards in my seat, cocking my head to one side and studying the reporter’s face, eager to catch this moment. Christa hooked her hands under Elise’s knees and lifted her legs up and back, spreading the girl’s wet lips out, revealing her asshole. The tall blonde looked predatory, animalistic, a stalking beast circling her quarry. Then she bent down and lapped her tongue slowly from the cleft of Elise’s ass over her tight hole to the complex folds of her clitoral hood.
Elise’s face went slack, a wave of pleasure and realization sweeping over her, brushing aside the self-conscious doubt that held her in check. “Oh… I…” she stammered, then reached down and grabbed Beth’s head, pulling the brunette off her breasts back to her mouth. It was Elise’s turn to take what she wanted now, her turn to lead the kiss, devouring Beth’s lips and tongue with her own as Christa lapped and sucked on her dripping pussy.
I leaned back in the chair and lifted my right leg over the armrest, spreading my own legs. With a shuffle of my ass, I pulled my dress up around my hips and dropped my hand between my thighs, finding my panties to be warm and moist with no surprise at all. Without thinking, I shifted the delicate material of my underwear aside with my fingertips and began to delicately toy with my clitoris, squeezing that throbbing nub between thumb and forefinger, working it in tight little circles as the three girls played together on the bed before me.
The writhing mass of female flesh shifted. Beth sat up from Elise’s mouth and gazed down at the naked reporter, a greedy expression of desire gripping her delicate features. Then, without asking for permission, she swung her leg up and over Elise’s chest, trapping the reporter’s arms under her lower legs and positioning her head inches from Beth’s pussy. From between stockinged thighs, I caught sight of Elise’s tumble of dark curls bobbing up and down as Elise nodded her consent, then Beth shuffled forwards to sit on her captive’s face.
Elise disappeared into that unfathomably compelling prison. I shifted in my seat to catch a better glimpse, but only the top of Elise’s head was visible now, bobbing up and down as she explored this glorious new taste. I felt a flush of envy twirl around the warm jolts of pleasure that were washing over my body - to taste another woman for the first time, as I had tasted Beth for the first time all those years ago. I longed for that fresh exploration, that glorious realization.
Beth threw her head back and she moaned out loud, lifting her hands to her bare breasts and kneading them roughly.
Meanwhile, between Elise’s legs, Christa continued her furious assault. Her head was a blur of blonde hair, moving back and forth as she guided her expert tongue over Elise’s pussy, plunging it back and forth. From beneath Beth, Elise began to squeal with every sharp stab of Christa’s tongue. Christa lifted her head slightly and set to work on Elise’s clit, locking her eyes on Beth as the other girl rhythmically rolled her hips on Elise’s face.
I felt myself responding to this erotic escalation, unconsciously lifting a hand to my breast, slipping it under my blouse and pulling down on my bra in a single motion. I gripped myself roughly and sighed at the tenderness of my nipples. Hot jolts of electricity rippled through my body, thrilling me with the sight of the unfolding scene of sexual release on the bed and my own insistent touch. Between my legs, my hand began to move quicker, slender fingers slipping quickly through slick folds, squeezing my aching sex, spreading that delicious moisture over that hard nub.
Beth’s motion began to change. She reached down and grabbed Elise’s head around the ears, lifting her up and locking the other girl’s mouth on her pussy. Elise moaned audibly. I could only imagine the weight of sensation that was rocking her body, the sense of complete envelopment between Beth’s legs, the relentless attention of Christa’s tongue.
Suddenly, Beth’s breathing changed. Her long sighs changed to short, sharp gasps. She began to grind her hips forwards in a rolling motion, smearing her sex against Elise’s face. I watched in rapt fascination as the orgasm built in my first doll’s body, quickening my pace between my own legs. Beth’s panting reached a hot crescendo and her body arched backwards with an intolerable tension. Between her thighs, Elise let out a muffled gasp, a moment of panic as she became caught up in Beth’s release.
Then all of the tension in Beth’s body was released in a loud moan. Her mouth fell open and the muscles in her neck stood out in protest at the internal turmoil within her. She began to shake her head back and forth as the moan continued.
As the tsunami of pleasure washed over Beth, both Christa and I responded in our own way. I plunged my fingers deeper into my sex, rubbing, tugging, sliding my fingers quicker and faster. While Christa coiled her arms around Elise’s thighs, securing herself for her final assault. She plunged her face forwards, sucking Elise’s entire sex into her mouth with an intensity that surprised even me. She seemed to be possessed, unable to do anything more than eat this young reporter’s hot pussy.
Elise responded, her mouth now freed from Beth’s damp lips as the slight brunette fell off her body and collapsed to the bed beside them. The unquenchable fire of orgasmic energy seemed to leap from Beth as her body went limp, entering Elise and animating her as it had animated Beth before her. Elise’s body lifted off the bed, elevated by her arched back. She thrust her hips forwards, matching Christa’s escalation with her own. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she screamed out, eyes held tightly closed, hands thrashing out to her sides only to grip the bed sheets with furious intensity.
At once, I felt my own body give in to the same unstoppable force and a hot fireball rose in my loins, sending waves of molten pleasure through my body. I pushed down on my clit one final time, never once letting my eyes stray from Elise’s young body as it writhed before me in the grip of sexual release.
Elise’s eyes slammed shut and her head pushed back onto the bed. Her mouth fell open but no sound issued forth. She drew her knees up and back and reached down with her hands to grab Christa’s bobbing head, riding the blonde’s face as though she’d done it a million times before.
I felt my vision start to blur and it was my time to call out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried, and my voice was joined once more by Elise’s. Our cries of utter ecstasy rose together in a crescendo of magnificent ecstasy. Our tortured bodies thrashed about, animated by the force of sensation and the overwhelming, intoxicating feeling of sexual satisfaction.
And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. Elise fell back onto the bed, her body going limp, arms falling to her side, releasing Christa who sat back on her heels and studied the young reporter’s deflating form. I felt myself slump into the chair, legs splayed before me, arms hanging over the armrests. My entire being seemed to sing with the tingling echo of the departed orgasm.
The room fell silent, but for the heavy breathing of four women. The air was rich with the scent of perfume and sex, a heady cocktail of sensual desire.
I shook my head to regain myself, then sat up in the chair, straightening my blouse and pulling my dress down around my thighs. On trembling legs, I stood and flicked a loose strand of hair off my face - it was important to appear proper at all time when with my dolls.
When I was sure of my footing, I walked over to the bed and gently touched Christa’s cheek, then leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Her face was still slick with Elise’s juices and she tasted simply magnificent. “Thank you dear,” I breathed and Christa’s face lit up with a docile smile of utter contentment.
I turned to the bed and the pair of prone women there. “Beth, when we’re gone I want you to eat Christa’s pussy. Don’t stop until she’s begging you to, do you understand?”
A filthy grin spread over Beth’s face and she eyed Christa greedily. That
one was insatiable. “Yes mistress,” she purred.
I nodded and reached down, placing a fingertip on Elise’s thigh. The touch was like electricity to her overloaded senses and she shuddered. “Elise, I want you to meet me in the viewing room in two minutes.”
I turned, not waiting for a response, and headed downstairs. The moment of truth had arrived, and I wondered inwardly how this would play out.
Before
The days after Vegas seemed intolerably long and plagued by self-doubt. As my flight touched down and I took the short taxi ride from the airport to my home, I began to wonder if I hadn’t dreamed the whole sordid incident, that Beth and my strange control over her wasn’t some secret fantasy, a by product of the decadent city that I found myself in.
I returned home and fell back into my life, the charity lunches, the pointless, wasteful spending. I began to wonder what I would even do if Beth did turn up. What would she be to me? My girlfriend? My lover? My maid? I had no idea. What would my friends say, upon finding out that I had acquired a strange young girl, over a decade my junior, and asked her to move in with me? As the days went by and the memory of that hot, sultry night faded into memory, I felt a palpable relief that I wouldn’t have to confront the consequences of my rash actions.
And then, six days after that strange night, the doorbell rang. I was in the garden at the time, tending my tulips. I looked up and wondered who it could be, never once suspecting it would be anything other than a package delivery or door-to-door bible hawker.
I stepped through the house and down the long hallways, my flowery summer dress flowing around my long legs, the delicate tap of my cork wedge sandals on the polished wood floor echoing around the empty house.
