The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Georgia held the unopened bottle of scent in her hand and reconsidered what she was about to do.

It was identical to the empty one she had swiped from Vince’s room above, pink glass cut into a rectangular shape with a silver foil label. Even the Cyrillic characters were the same, though Georgia had no idea what they meant.

Google translate had been pretty dicey with the results of her search. Something to do with regional dialogues and archaic alphabets.

It didn’t matter

What did matter was what Georgia was about to do with the pilfered bottle of perfume… aftershave… whatever it was supposed to be.

She was sitting on the edge of her roommate Linh’s bed watching the naked young woman sleeping fitfully. Last night had been wild, unhinged and extremely elucidating.

Their bodies had burned together, feverishly hot with the need for carnal contact. Every inch of their bare sweating skin had felt like a fine tuned sexual hot spot and the pleasures they had drawn from each other had been downright stratospheric. Georgia’s overheated pussy had sparked like a live wire under the simplest brush of Linh’s rolling fingers and boiled like molten magma under the ministrations of her warm, questing tongue.

…and there had been a lot of that because Georgia had discovered she was something of a demanding pillow queen once she really got going. Part of her felt a deep stab of guilt as she remembered some of the filthy names she had called her closest friend while in the grip of hedonistic insanity.

Another part of her thrilled at the hot blush of shame and excitement that had burned across the young Asian’s expression before shuddering in delicious desire and returning her pretty mouth back to its exquisite job of ravenously devouring Georgia’s quivering loins.

“Oooh~ Georgie…” Linh moaned drowsily, her hands sleepily pawing at her own bruised tits.

Georgia reached down and gently stroked her friend’s raven hair. It was badly tangled where it had been bunched into crude ponytails to act as handles during some of their rough play. It was that damn perfume, it had messed with both of them. Georgia didn’t mind the sapphic element to their night together, defying the tyranny of the phallus had been very empowering, but the clear roles they had each assumed so eagerly didn’t compute on an intellectual level.

It had felt amazing, to be so in control and domineering for once in her passive-aggressive life but Georgia couldn’t reconcile that behavior with her egalitarian outlook and personal principles. No matter how much she and a newly submissive Linh had ecstatically enjoyed it.

Loudly enjoyed it, in fact. Georgia had needed to gag the wailing slut’s disobedient mouth with her own soaked panties to keep her from waking the neighbors as she spanked the dirty girl’s naughty snatch until it gushed.

Georgia shook off a sudden surge of simmering arousal. Vince was to blame for everything.

Mr Apartment 10a obviously wasn’t concerned about fucking with other peoples lives. Taking whatever—whoever—he wanted and to hell with the consequences. Georgia looked down at the full bottle of scent in her hand. It glittered a seductive rose hue in the beams of morning light struggling their way through the dirty bedroom window.

Well, two could play that game.

A spritz or two wouldn’t be too bad, right? Just a little pepper to get her warmed up and put her head in a more focused mindset. To stiffen her backbone and show that wretched slimeball that a real woman wasn’t going to bend over backwards… or forwards… or drop to her knees…

Ungh~!

Georgia gave the spray nozzle a few quick pumps, directly misting her face in the intoxicating aroma as her body began to warm and her head started to swim. It washed over her skin. Her pores seemed to drink it in as her nostrils flared, opening for the first time in weeks.

It was heady and distinctly chemical. How had she not picked up on it before? At the same time it fortified her wavering resolve and made her core ache with a fresh insistent need. Her muscles tensed, her heart rate spiked and her blood heated in her veins.

She felt good, stronger, more prepared to face the cruel world outside these four miserable walls with the paint peeling off the plaster.

Ready to put the challenge to him.

“Linh, wake up.” Georgia growled, digging her nails into her slumbering roommates hair and twisting her head around to look up at her with heavy lidded eyes.

“Georgie? Wha-What… Oh Georgie!” The words came out slurred and indistinct but Linh’s cute button nose twitched like a rabbit. “Do you need something from me, Babe? I’d do anything for you. You know that, right?”

“That’s right. Now get dressed, Slut. We are going shopping.”

Georgia inspected herself in the dressing room mirror and smirked in smug satisfaction.

RagStar was the kind of alt fashion boutique she could never afford to shop at in the past. No, her previous fashion choices had needed to be carefully plucked from the cluttered and malodorous clothing racks of dollar thrift stores and goodwill outlets.

All with an assiduous eye for quality, price and errant moth holes.

In the past, she had always rationalized that away with weak excuses. Georgia was being frugal and recycling in an age of wasteful consumption. She was hunting for vintage treasures and everyone knew that the best grunge band shirts were always found at the bottom of a discount bargain bin. Her cobbled together goth punk style was edgy, personally unique and the rips in those black skinny jeans were totally intentional.

What a steaming serving of crap she had been feeding herself.

“You look sooo~ sexy, Georgie” Linh babbled, standing by the curtain. Her arms heavily laden down with dark leather and lacy ebony clothing.

“I do look hot, don’t I?”

A tight black open front top was stretched across her modest chest, held in place by thin straps and clasps fastened across her nipples and midriff but otherwise leaving her much of her ivory skin bare. Georgia didn’t wear a bra under it, opting instead for a mesh crop top that left her pierced belly button out on tour.

A new diamante stud glittered in it and a pleated tartan miniskirt in shades of deep violet was buckled low on her slender waist started three inches below the jewellery and ended a meager inch past her crotch. Fishnets hugged her slim thighs and shapely calves ending in high top studded leather combat boots with a platform heel to give Georgia a much needed boost.

“Mmmhmmm!” Linh nodded emphatically, her hips and ass squirming as she rubbed her sleek thighs together and gnawed on her plump bottom lip. “That looks even better on you than the spiked bustier.”

“That one did look good, didn’t it. Like it magically gave me tits for the first time.”

“I think you have great tits, Babe.”

Babe, huh.

Linh’s fresh infatuation with her was endearing, if temporary. Georgia reassured herself it was only until the scent wore off or her next lukewarm shower. Then things could go back to the way they had been with some minor embarrassment that they would laugh off in the fullness of time. It would be fine but right now it was necessary. Georgia needed to know the full extent of the power Vince was wielding if she was ever going to turn it back against him.

The clothing was necessary too. It would be her battle garb, her armor and her glamor to take down the wretched creep. She shouldn’t feel bad that they were essentially planning to walk out of here without paying for any of it, right?

She had given herself another puff or two of the insidious scent before walking into the designer storefront, just to top up her metaphorical tanks. One whiff of Georgia had turned the two cookie-cutter emo shop girls into blathering, simpering sycophants who nearly tripped over their own lolling tongues to pick out new outfits for her to try on.

The price tags on each article of clothing were outrageous. So much money for so little fabric equated to nothing short of corporate piracy. It was fine and Georgia didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, she would just return the lot of it once this whole Vince fiasco was finally put to rest.

Well, most of it anyway. That crimson satin and black lace corset was to die for and gave her a wonderful hourglass figure she’d never had before. And shops like this accounted for losses in their ridiculous prices so it wasn’t truly stealing, not in the greater scheme of things.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else in there, miss?” An eager to please voice called from outside the changing rooms. “Morrigan thought you might like a latte and said she could go fetch—”

“No. I’m fine, thank you again.” Georgia called back over her shoulder then paused as she saw Linh squirming in her skintight azure hot pants and a white halter top. “Linh, what are you doing?”

“I can’t help it, Georgie. You look so fucking hot right now, it’s getting me all damp down there again.” Linh panted, it was probably from being cooped up in the small space for so long with Georgia and her new smell. “I need you to do… you know, like last time.”

Georgia sighed and reached into her clutch. Her new clutch. It was black, of course, with a long fine silver chain to dangle it from her slender shoulder. She pulled out a clean pantyliner and Linh’s vibrator.

It was small, barely larger than her thumb and clinically white. It was the sort of discrete battery operated boyfriend a girl could stash in the back of her underwear drawer for emergencies.

This would be Linh’s third emergency today. It was getting annoying.

“Okay but our next stop after this is the adult emporium on Lincoln Avenue.” She said taking the pile of clothing out of her friend’s arm before setting it aside and handing her the pad. “We need a better solution than all this stop and start business.”

“Yes, Georgie. Thank you, Georgie.” Ling moaned, quickly wriggling the tight pants down her firm thighs and taking her frilly white thong along for the ride. A soaked crumpled mess of sanitary product hit the carpet a wet moment later.

Jeezus, she was dripping like a leaking faucet.

“Now turn and place both hands on the wall.” Georgia commanded, feeling that new thrill flare up in her core again as she turned on the little clit buzzer. “Feet apart and bend over for me, Slut.”

“Oh Georgie, thank you thank you thank you—Aaaah~!”

Georgia couldn’t care less if anyone heard the loud, throaty moans coming from their changing room as she ran the stubby little sex toy across her friends dewy folds to tease at her swollen clit.

What could they do about it anyway?

Georgia checked her face in the mirror of an old Ford pickup parked on the curb outside the Candy Lounge.

Perfect, the girls back at RagStar had helped touch up her makeup before offering to carry the many shopping bags full of complimentary stock out to her car. Not that she had a car—the very thought! Georgia was an environmentalist—but it did occur to her she could probably get one now if she really wanted…

No, that sort of thinking was a slippery slope and she wasn’t Vince. Georgia wasn’t going to take advantage of people more than she strictly needed to set things right. She simply had Linh carry the bags for her instead.

The shop attendants hadn’t needed to do much and said so. A hint of lip liner to bring out her small cupid’s bow of a mouth, a little mascara to thicken her long lashes. It was as though the faint acne scars Georgia used to hide under layers of foundation and powder had vanished and her cheek bones looked sharp enough to cut down whole forests.

Linh had found a display of fake lashes and two inch long monstrosities now clung to her lids—heavy with lilac eyeshadow—like bat wings.

“Ummm, babe? What are we doing at the strip club?” Linh asked, grunting as she shifted her heavy load.

“Seeking allies.” She replied, tugging at the strap pulled taut across her chest. It dug into her pliant flesh more than it had back in the shop and rubbed tantilizingly across her stiff nipples. That seemed a little strange but was hardly unpleasant. “How’s the setting, do you need me to adjust it?”

Georgia reached for the small plastic remote in her clutch but Linh stopped her with an outflung hand that trembled like the strings of a violin.

“No! No… it’s good. Great, really.” She groaned, her knees on the verge of knocking together and her fine featured face glistening with perspiration. “It’s way up in there, you know? Pulsing right against my sweet spot. I can’t take too much more without humiliating myself.”

Georgia felt oddly disappointed. The sex shop owner, a kindly older lady with her gray hair tied up in a neat bun, had been positively enthusiastic about showing off their range of vibrating eggs. The model they had chosen was purple and came with a wireless remote that allowed Georgia to toy with her roommate at her leisure.

Something about that appealed to Georgia and she pouted a little as she let her hand drop to her side. Did she really want to see Linh fall to her knees on a public street and cry out her climax for everyone to hear?

No, of course not but at the same time…

“Keep it together then.” She huffed as she turned to the big muscle-bound bouncer leaning lazily against the glass entry booth beside the doors to the Candy Lounge. They were lined in pink velvet and the giant of a man looked half asleep. “I am here to see the Limponi brothers. You will let me in.”

A small breeze ruffled her straight inky hair and blew a few discarded cigarette butts down the cracked downtown sidewalk. The hulking man’s nostrils flared and his beady eyes visibly dilated.

“Su-Sure thing.” He said as his large pumped-up body seemed to deflate in on itself like a ruptured air mattress. “Are you one of the new dancers? The bosses have been looking for new talent but I gotta warn you, the crowd here is pretty rough.”

“They wish.” Georgia said with a disdainful sniff as he held the door open for her and she swept past. “I’m here to save their business. To save everyone. Come, Linh.”

“Yes, Georgie.” The athletic little Asian gasped, bustling in behind her with an anxious expression and the rustling of paper shopping bags.

“That blonde bitch thinks she can poach our girls?” Rocco Limponi roared.

Rocco and his brother Tommy were seated at a booth at the back of the dimly lit club. The place was all but deserted. The music was at a low volume with one lonely looking brunette in an emerald bikini halfheartedly spinning around the pole for the small smattering of patrons who appeared more interested in the greasy all-you-can-eat fried chicken buffet than her dancing.

Well, it was lunchtime on a Sunday. Georgia imagined the holy rollers didn’t get their rocks off until after evening mass.

“There isn’t much we can do about it until she has them actually doing something illegal.” Tommy replied sourly, chewing on a foul smelling cigar. “So far they are just parading about that shithole of a bar in those slutty little uniforms and shaking their skanky asses at each other. There’s no breach of her license in that.”

Both men were built large and oily. Layers of old muscle covered in rolls of fat stuffed into cheap pinstripe suits and topped with slicked back manes of jet black hair. Gold chains glittered in the nests of dark chest hair sprouting from half unbuttoned dress shirts and the heavy gold watches on their wrists might have been genuine Rolex’s but Georgia doubted it as she glided up to the table.

“In the meantime I’m forced to put my midweek girls in our prime weekend time slots?” Rocco raged, heedless of who might be listening. “Look at Claire up there. She couldn’t drum up pennies for bus fare with an ass that flat.”

Poor Claire either wasn’t listening or was numb to the harsh words as her song ended and she began to collect the few paltry tips scattered about the edge of the stage. Bus fare indeed but Georgia didn’t have time to feel sorry for the girl. She stood over the table and waited, watching both of the men expectantly.

“They’ll come crawling back, you’ll see. That bitch can’t afford to be paying all their wages, even at minimum industry standard. Especially since none of her old regulars will go near the place anymore.” Tommy soothed his brother with an expansive wave of the cigar in his meaty hand before noticing Georgia standing there. “You need something, sugartits?”

Sugartits?!

Georgia’s back stiffened and she glared down at her nose at the two brutes, waiting for them to bend and break under her powerfully fragrant presence. Nothing happened. Tommy just leered at her chest while Rocco gave her a quick up and down before leaning sideways to stare past her at Linh.

“You girls looking for work?” Rocco asked, “Know how to dance a pole? We got a few openings if you do.”

“More than a few.” Tommy agreed sourly, puffing out a stinking plume of blue-gray smoke.

The very idea that Georgia would debase herself enough to work in a place solely devoted to reducing women to sex objects had her gritting her teeth.

“I came here looking for two men but all I’ve found is a couple of little boys bickering over their lost toys.” Georgia bit out with a flick of her hair. It felt smoother and glossier than ever under her fingers. “I guess I will have to go search elsewhere.”

The Limponi brothers froze and for a moment Georgie thought she had them until Rocco surged to his feet with a face contorted into a seething snarl.

“The hell did you just say to us?!”

Georgia stumbled backwards a step as the massive slab of a man stalked around the table with his huge fists balled in fury. Why hadn’t it worked? She gasped as he reached out to grab her then smelled it.

The club.

The Candy Lounge was a pungent mess of harsh odors. Choking cigar smoke, stale spilled beer and cheap body oil with a dried layer of acrid sweat underlying all of it. Georgia fumbled with her purse for the spray bottle inside but dropped it when Rocco grabbed her by the arms and shook her roughly.

“You’ve got some stones to walk into our club and start giving us shit, you fucking whore…”

“You let her go!” Linh screamed, swinging at his back with the shopping bags. It did little more than send various fripperies of lace, satin and leather flying in a fluffy cloud around the hulking man. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

Georgia could feel her brain rattling about in her bobbling skull and was about to scream for help when the older Limponi brother slowed his assault and then stopped. He had been about to get up in her face again when his flattened nose twitched and his angry expression began to sag like melting candle wax.

Georgia took a second to calm her fraying nerves and compose herself before changing her tact. She had come at this all wrong, trying to bulldoze two lifelong misogynists with her newfound power. So, instead of pulling away from Rocco’s foul grasp she stepped further into it.

“I’m so sorry.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear over the persistent thudding bass of the sound system as she pressed her lithe body against his big barrel chest. “I shouldn’t have said those horrible things.”

The whole club had gone still, watching the strange spectacle as Georgia snuggled up close under the thuggish man’s chin and smoothed her delicate hands up over his broad shoulders.

“Ah, yeah. You shouldn’t have, ummm… miss.” Rocco said with an edge of uncertainty, his breathing deepened.

“Rocco, what are you doing? Throw the dirty skanks out already.”

Georgia turned to Tommy with her pretty face downcast and her hands clasped demurely under her carefully framed chest. “But I need to apologize to you too, Mr Limponi. I didn’t mean it, I’ve just been so scared lately…”

“I ain’t buying any of this bullshit.” Tommy spat, reclining back in his seat with a dismissive wave of his cigar, “We run a strip joint, bitch. This isn’t amateur hour and it isn’t my first rodeo. Get the fuck out of my club already.”

“Please, I can’t go back to that place. Back to… the First Edition.” Georgia pleaded, letting a small theatrical quaver enter her voice as she swayed towards the fat, oily toad with her eyes meekly averted. “It’s not right, what is happening over there.”

She spared a surreptitious glance back at Rocco but the big lug was just watching the back of her short swishing skirts with a slack jaw and a growing bulge in his slacks. Clearly not the brains of the operation then.

Tommy seemed less impressed but smirked knowingly as though he was humouring Georgia.

“That old dump? You don’t say.” He drawled, spreading his legs wide as she grew close enough to touch and tapped his knee with the base of his cigar. “Why don’t you take a seat right here, sweet cheeks and tell me all about it.”

Georgia had to hide a smirk of her own as she slid smoothly onto Tommy’s lap, plastering herself to his front and pushing her long raven locks right up under his beak of a nose.

“Do you know anything about a guy named Vince?” She asked in a girlishly innocent tone of voice. She let her dark painted nails trace little circles on the front of his dress shirt. “I think he might have come in here a few times.”

“Can’t say the name rings a bell.” The sleaze was playing with a strand of her shiny hair and raised it to his face to give it a long curious sniff. Georgia suppressed an excited giggle. “But we get all sorts in here.”

“He’s giving you trouble, this… Vince guy?” Rocco growled, the swift change in his attitude and the target of his ire sent a deliciously warm shiver down Georgia’s spine.

“He’s making trouble for all of us.” She gestured at Linh to retrieve her dropped handbag before looking up at Tommy Limponi with wide imploring eyes. “He’s the one who took away your dancers. He works for Sammy at the First Edition.”

She wiggled sweetly in his lap and almost crowed in victory when she felt a growing stiffness pressing against her taut little butt.

Stupid little men, so easily led around by their stupid little pricks.

“Tell us more, Darlin’. Tell us where we can find this asshole.” Tommy groaned before he buried his sharp nose in her luxuriant, silky hair.

This time Georgia did let herself grin as she took her new clutch from Linh and reached inside for the glass perfume bottle.

“Babe, are you sure about this?” Linh asked as she gave Georgia a leg up onto the old dumpster set back in the stinking alleyway behind the bar. “Can’t we just go home? The egg is nice and all but I’ve been edging all afternoon and what I really need is you.”

“Keep your voice down.” Georgia hissed, gaining her footing and staring up at the dusty, high set window that looked down into Sammy’s office. The rusty iron security grill on it would act as some much needed handlebars. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

That was the gospel truth. By the time Georgia had finished with the Limponi brothers they had been working up a great head of steam and swearing bloody revenge against a man neither one of them had ever met. Sporting some pretty angry erections too, if she was any judge. It had been so easy and utterly satisfying to turn one pair of ugly chauvinists against another.

Georgia was doing women everywhere a favor. She probably deserved some kind of medal. Maybe something like… ‘The Purple Vulva; awarded for acts of exemplary service to the feminist movement.’ She swallowed back a giddy chuckle and stood up on her toes to peek through the grimy glass.

“What can you see, Georgie, is Sammy in there?”

Sammy was very much in her office. Georgia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she saw decidedly more of her blonde boss than she had been expecting.

Sammy was bent over her crumby desk, topless and moaning as Vince railed her mercilessly from behind with quick, energetic thrusts of his strong hips.

He had one hand pulling hard on her long golden tresses as though they were reins, ratcheting her beautiful head back and forcing the older woman to arch her spine alluringly. The other was gripping the drawstring waistband of a teensy hot pink bodycon skirt that had been pushed up high over her flaring waist, holding on tight as though it were the horn of a saddle.

Her thick tanned rump was bare and bounced with each pussy pounding impact Vince drove into her, using his twin hand holds on Sammy to steer her ripe shuddering body in whatever direction best served his licentious pleasure.

“That’s it, what a filthy fucking boss you are.” He grunted, his words slightly muted by the window glass but still clear. “A sopping wet cocksleeve that takes my hard fucking dick whenever I want.”

“Anytime you like, Stud. Just bend this nasty old whore over the nearest surface and beat my naughty cunt into the shape of your massive cock—oh fuck, yes!”

Whatever panties Sammy may have been wearing were gone. Presumably dissolved in the deluge of her womanly nectar sluicing down her glistening thighs as she clung to the edge of the desk to better grind her juicy ass back into his slamming strokes.

Georgia gripped the security grill so hard her knuckles nearly popped as she stared transfixed the sordid scene in the cluttered office. Was that really Vince? He looked different somehow. The pale flab and clammy complexion had faded somewhat as the beginnings of soft muscle definition were making themselves known under skin of a healthier hue.

A few unwelcome embers began to smolder between her clenched thighs and Georgia let out a slow shuddering exhalation as she tried to center herself again. She wasn’t here to play the voyeur…

“Say it again. Tell me what you did to get those sexy sluts working out there in the bar.” Vince graveled as he forcibly swung Sammy’s firm voluptuous body to sweep the keyboard off the desktop with a rough sidelong yank on her sandy hair.

Jeezus but Sammy’s tits looked huge, pancaked against the stained pine surface and ballooning out well past her shaved armpits. Heavy and hefty with enough fleshy mass to make the old timber creak in protest. Had they always been that big?

Surely not.

Georgia’s own breasts seem to twinge in sympathy, her nipples were hard diamonds straining against the straps and buckles struggling to contain them. She could feel the gusset of her skimpy underwear clinging to her moistening lower folds as a fire was kindled down below.

“I collected them for you, Stud. I took them from their jobs. I stole them away from their boyfriends and husbands. I dressed them up like a parade of cock-hungry little tarts all just for you.” Sammy sobbed in purest ecstasy, her lush mature body quaking like a seismic disaster around his pussy splitting girth. “I’m not even paying them. They are all out there, working themselves to the bone, doing whatever I tell them. Simply on the off chance you might notice them. Desperately hoping you will take them and fuck them brainless…”

“Aaaw~ shit but you’re one bad boss bitch, aren’t you?“

“Bad for you! All for you, Stud.” Sammy squealed, “They’re all out there listening to us fuck right now. Taking turns in the bathrooms to finger each other silly, wishing they were me. Wishing it was their hungry little snatches being stretched out by your giant cock…unnmmff~! Oh fuck, I’m cumming… I—I’m cumming again!”

“Fuck yeah, cum for me, bitch. I love the feel of your hot bossy cunt going wild around my hard fucking dick!”

Vince hauled Sammy upright by her hair, dragging her smooth back up against his muscular front, his toned ass flexing as he kept pumping powerfully into her from behind. The mewling blonde’s huge, gravity defying breasts jounced and careened on her heaving chest as she pinched and pulled at her own thick rubbery nips. She sucked one puffy pink peak up between her drooling cherry lips with a whimper as though trying to stifle an orgasmic scream.

Georgia let out an involuntary whimper of her own, her slim thighs squeezed tightly shut as she fought the urge to reach down and touch herself. She could almost smell the feral reek of their depraved sex seeping through the glass of the cracked window and the crumbling bricks of the craggy wall.

Where were those two meatheads? She was certain when she left the club that they would be hot on her heels. Primed to crash through the front door of the First Edition like a pair of stampeding bulls.

Then, as if on cue…

“Where is he? Get the hell out of our way, you faithless tramps!” That had to be Rocco by the sound of the gruff rumbling bellow.

“No, wait… you can’t go in there!” A high feminine voice cried out in protest.

“Who’s going to stop us?” The dripping disdain in the second voice was clearly Tommy’s. “A bunch of half naked harlots? I don’t think so.”

Georgia’s eyes shot to the door to Sammy’s office then back to Vince who was mauling their luscious manager’s enormous melons like twin stress balls, sinking his finger deep into the soft pillowy flesh and crushing them together as his obstinate hardness rhythmically rammed like a steam piston into her lewd, gushing wetness.

He had to have heard the commotion right outside the door. Georgia could hear it from outside the damn building, the heavy thump of stamping feet approaching and the loud objections of the girls working the bar. Weren’t they going to stop, maybe hide or lock the door?

“Gonna knock that bossy snatch up. I’m gonna dump my baby-making load right at the back of your fertile womb and fill that nasty cunt so full you won’t walk straight for a week!”

Apparently not.

Georgia watched breathlessly, worrying at her plump bottom lip as Vince’s back muscles bunched up and he buried himself balls deep into a rapturously wailing Sammy just as the office door burst open.

“There you are, you poaching son of a—what the fuck?!”

“Yeessss~ fuck me full of your hot virile seed, you glorious goddamn Stud!”

The violent force of their entry followed by the abruptness of their sudden halt meant that Tommy almost steamrolled over his older brother who was gaping in stupefaction at the vulgar sight before them.

Vince had slid one of his arms up between her immense exposed breasts to seize Sammy by the throat as he launched jet after scorching jet of potent spunk into her flat, empty belly. His other arm banded her trim waist, crushing her trembling booty back against his jerking, fountaining rigidity.

“C’mon you fat headed morons.” Georgia whispered urgently, wiping the perspiration out of her eyes as she tried to control her ragged breathing. “Do something.”

She felt feverish and ached to be touched but needed to see her poorly timed machinations play out to their conclusion.

Behind the two goggling fools several of Sammy’s new girls peered through the open doorway, their eyes locked like electromagnets onto Vince and their expressions turned smoky with ravenous desire and lustful envy. To a woman, each of them was young, utterly gorgeous, perfectly lean and conspicuously busty. Dressed identically in stretchy metallic wet-look micro skirts and the scandalously small tube tops with the bars name painted in gold lettering across their bulging out-thrust tits.

Somewhere in the back a stunning redhead swooned, overcome by the revealed scene of rude debauchery starring everyone’s favorite degenerate.

“Wha-What’s going on here?” Rocco stammered out, his beady eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he clenched and unclenched his meaty fists. They were nearly the size of Christmas hams and Georgia was eager to see him put them to use. “You Vince?”

Stupid and inarticulate, maybe she should have chosen someone with a little more moxie for this job. Like one of the chimps from the city zoo.

Vince glanced up from where he had buried his face in Sammy’s slender neck as he came, took one uninterested glance at the two stunned brutes then reached down to squeeze one of the panting blonde’s bare bountiful breasts again.

“Get rid of these blind fools.” He murmured warmly into her ear and then kissed her cheek. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Then Vince sank his face in the silky mass of Sammy’s voluminous golden hair and grabbed her full, rounded hips as his sculpted rear began to flex again.

“Hmmmm~ Yes, Handsome.” She moaned, rocking back into him with tiny sinuous swirls and twerks of her thick, shapely rump. “I’ll take care of them. Then you can take care of me… again and again and again...”

Sammy was staring the Limponi brothers dead in the eyes as she moaned out her last few words. She leaned slowly forward until she could rest on her elbows on the messy desk with her incredible rack sandwiched between her toned biceps. The two goons were struck dumb with horrified fascination as Vince began to pick up momentum and tangled his fingers in Sammy’s long flowing tresses again.

“I will let these worthless slugs go once they witness how a real man fucks and breeds my horny pussy.” She hissed in malicious glee and managed to look haughtily down on Rocco and Tommy despite her prone position. “Then they can flee back to their insignificant little club and jerk off their limp noodle dicks, trying to imagine that they are half the man you are, Stud.”

Georgia burned with a confusing mixture of yearning and dismay as she watched the two hulking men flinch back and fold in on themselves under the lashing rebuke of the panting, heaving blonde. Two of Sammy’s girls slipped into the office and frowned scornfully over at the brothers.

“How did you ever think you could square up to him, Rocco?” Spat a leggy brunette, folding her arms under her impressive bosom and staring icy daggers at the older Limponi who cringed away. “You’re not even man enough to stand in his shadow. I wish you could be here to see it when he fucks me three ways from Sunday but I’d have trouble getting off with you stinking up the place.”

“You always thought you were sooo~ smart, Tommy.” Sneered a busty ginger haired sexpot with flawless ivory skin and an ass so tight, it had never heard the definition of quit. “What’s going on here? You’re dumber than a box of hammers with a dick the size of a stubbed cigarette. That’s why you are always smoking those cigars, right? Compensating for something…”

Georgia shuddered as she watched the beautiful young women pick the two brothers apart as Sammy grew louder and more enthusiastic in her vigorous rutting exhibition. The curvy blonde’s massive chest bounced and swayed, her firm cushiony ass clapped and jiggled and her glowing curtain of glossy locks spilled across the desk like a dazzling waterfall of liquid sunshine.

Sammy was certainly looking very different. As though someone had taken the rundown ex-waitress, turned back the clock ten years then passed her through a dozen Instagram glam filters with an eye for a pornographic result.

How was that even possible?

“So fu-fucking gooood~! Hah…aha—Do it, Stud!” Sammy rasped, her head held high as her whole sumptuous body lurched forward with each mighty thrust into her. “Show these flaccid wimps how—nnnrgh~!—to fuck a woman properly and leave me bloated with all your molten hunky seed.”

Vince had both his rugged hands locked on her slim shoulders, fixing her in place impaled upon his stiff rampaging cock as he jackhammered into Sammy’s puffy, leaking pussy from behind. Georgia could almost taste the sticky, heady mixture of their combined juices dripping from their sinfully slapping sexes.

Vince’s last load of potent manseed and Sammy’s hot honey splattering down onto the office floor between her widely spread feet. Drooling out of her messy snatch as Vince prepared to fill it to overflowing again.

Georgia had to wipe away some drool of her own. As though her pretty mouth was trying to emulate Sammy’s soaked and abused womanhood. Her legs felt like jelly and there was a bubbling cauldron of lust roiling between her trembling thighs from watching Sammy systemically break two strong men down into simpering snivelling cucks as she was magnificently fucked and bred over the groaning office desk.

“Babe, be careful!”

Georgia yelped and almost fell off her precarious perch atop the dumpster when she felt a soft hand grip her ankle. Linh was staring up at her with a panicked look in her heavily painted eyes and a hand outstretched, as though ready to catch her.

Georgia blinked in confusion then looked down at herself.

Her lacy black panties were drenched and Georgia could feel a thin trail of her warm fluids dribbling down her inner thigh. Her dainty hands had drifted down to her skirt and her knees were weak as she teetered in her tall platform boots, ready to tumble.

She steadied herself against the brick wall and gratefully took Linh’s helping hand to climb down. They hugged each other tight once she was safely back on firmer ground and Linh sniffled then sighed out a hungry raspy moan.

“Is it done, can we go home now?” Her roommate asked in a needy little animal whine. “Georgie, I don’t think I can hold out for much longer.”

Georgia knew what she meant. Every nerve in her body felt supercharged and overclocked. Even this small platonic gesture was pushing her to the edge, making her desperate to tear off her confining clothing and demand brutal carnal satisfaction from her pliable Asian lover.

“It’s not over but yeah, we need to get out of here.” She groaned, reaching up to squeeze one of Linh’s braless tits through the thin cotton halter top. “I hope your pretty mouth and tongue are ready for a workout tonight, Slut.”

Linh’s face flushed with embarrassment but her eyes lit up with fierce arousal.

“Sure thing, Babe. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do.”

Good. That was good and the blazing heat in Georgia’s loins spiked as her friend bashfully averted her gaze.

“We just need to make one quick stop back at the adult emporium first.” Georgia said, her devious horny brain spinning out new thoughts and ideas. “I’m going to need one of those vibrating eggs and we’ll probably pick up a few other special purchases too.”

“Yes, Georgie.”

“Good girl. We might even find you a nice collar and maybe a ball gag to silence your whorish moans. Now move it, Slut. You’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”

“Yes Georgie. Thank you Georgie.”

Georgia allowed herself a wicked, hungry grin as she hurriedly pulled Linh back out into the quiet downtown streets.