My New Girlfriend Ch. 08

Morgan knelt beside Erika while I was still taking her all in. By some instinct - the same one that last night had made me fuck Erika so hard in the shower that I'd nearly pounded the door off its track - I put one hand on Morgan's head and one hand on Erika's then pressed their mouths to either side of my shaft.

In tandem, the two of them sucked me off like I'd never seen before. Whenever one took me into her mouth, the other would lick and suck on my balls or at the other's cheek until she could no longer stand the deprivation and nudged her playmate aside to suck me into her own mouth. Morgan wrapped her huge tits around my leg and shamelessly rubbed herself on me whenever it wasn't her turn. They pleaded with one another to share, to give them a turn with my dick in their mouth. I granted Erika's request when she asked me to be allowed to turn her vibrator back on, promising she'd be a good girl and not cum until given my permission.

I gave her that blessing at the same moment I gave it to myself, filling Morgan's mouth so full her cheek's bulged before she could swallow it down as Erika shrieked in release and collapsed onto her back, twitching in the aftershock of her orgasm.

"Holy fuck, thank you," I said as I slumped back on the couch.

"Why would you thank us?" Morgan asked, licking her lips as she knee-walked up to me. "We're your fuck toys, remember? Do you thank your toaster, or your doorstop?"

"Uh, no, I guess not."

"Then why would you thank us? We're just two more objects that exist to make your life better."

The orgasm had cleared my mind somewhat - though with this vision of sexuality still kneeling at my feet, her tits resting on my lap, only somewhat - and I began to grow suspicious. I'd seen this look before. This behavior.

"Morgan, you're not... Erika, tell me you didn't."

Erika lolled her head to look her our direction. "Of course not. I told you, she's kinky. Girl gets off on weird stuff. I never used to understand it until now."

"I'll get off on whatever, whenever, Drew. That's what you like, right? Hot little sluts like me and Erika, our drippy pussies leaking all over the place while we fulfill your every perverted desire?"

"I mean, yes, I liked it, but... this isn't normal behavior."

"Well sure," she agreed. "Normal girls don't serve and obey and give men their tits and asses and cunts and let themselves be used however a man likes. Normal girls are boring. You like obedient little fuck toy girls, don't you."

"That's it, I have to check. Morgan, stand up."

She did, dragging her boobs across my chest and then rubbing them in my face a little before she stood fully erect. "You got it. What now? Want me to dance for you? A little twerking? A lap dance?"

"Stand on one foot."

She giggled, and left her feet planted. "Don't go over-estimating my balance now. I look more graceful than I am."

"I said stand on one foot. Obey." I made my voice firm.

Morgan did nothing of the sort. "You have two sexy little fuck toys here, and you want to play silly games? Come on, you know what you really want to do to me, and it's not a game."

"Bark - bark like a dog," I said, remembering Courtney's eager willingness when I'd commanded her to do so the other day.

"Oh, you want to fuck me like I was a little bitch? You can fuck me like a bitch, Drew." She settled onto the couch beside me, resting her forearms on the far armrest and pointing her naked ass at me. It was a foot away from my head. I could smell her arousal, see where her pussy was literally dribbling down her thighs. She wagged it at me, giving me an inviting smile over her shoulder.

She didn't bark though. "You're... you're not obeying."

Erika crawled over to me, the contents of her pussy still buzzing. "See? I told you I didn't turn her into your brainwashed slave or something."

"Turn me into a slave? What's that supposed to... oh..." Morgan began her question, but it died as Erika guided one hand to her ex-roommate's pussy and slipped two fingers inside her. I pumped gently in and out of her, and she just moaned and waited.

"Fuck toys are meant to be seen and not heard," Erika instructed.

"Mmm, come on now, I bet Drew likes hearing us moaning like the little sluts we are," Erika said, wriggling her hips to grind her pussy around my fingers. She moaned a little extra, making her point.

My suspicions faded - Courtney and Erika had both proven they would obey even these stupid, petty commands unquestioningly. Morgan, for all she was playing a similar role, seemed to just be doing it for fun.

Which was good, because I was already hard again. Erika seemed to be reading my mind (though I guess it was actually pretty obvious what I wanted), and gave my cock a few soft strokes with her hand. "I think he's ready to fuck his fuck toys, Morgan."

"Oh thank god," the busty girl said with a happy sigh, still thrusting back against my outstretched hand. "Where do you want me, Drew? Do you want to just sit there and let me ride you, do all the work? Or do you like me like this, on all fours ready to get fucked like a bitch in heat? Or maybe on my back so you can watch how good your big hard dick makes me feel?"

Erika gave her roommate's wide ass a playful swat. "What makes you so sure he wants to fuck you? Yours ain't the only available cunt in the room, princess. C'mon, what do you say, Drew? You haven't fucked me in hours and hours, and I'm so fucking wet and horny for you," she whined.

"No fair, you're his on-call fuck toy, you get to fuck him all the time," Morgan shot back with a sulk.

To the extent that I'd gained any control over this situation, I soon lost it all over again as my two self-styled fuck toys fell to an enthusiastic argument over who was more deserving of a good lay. Their voices became a cacophony of whorish pleading, their bodies twin whirlwinds of teasing, fondling, grinding, wriggling, suckling girl flesh. I couldn't even make out which voice, which offers, belonged to which.

"C'mon, Drew, don't you want to fuck your hot little slut's pussy?"

"My pussy, my ass, whichever you want."

"There's nothing you couldn't do to me, Drew."

"I'll fuck you so good you won't ever want another pussy again."

"She's just being selfish, Drew - I want to fuck you to make you feel good."

"Don't listen to her, Drew, my pussy is yours to fuck whenever you want."

So naturally, I fucked both of them. By the time the haze of lust had lifted sometime that afternoon, I couldn't even remember which one I'd fucked, or where I'd been with each.

I remembered lifting up Morgan's robe - I don't remember when she found time to put one on - and fucking her on the balcony while she took her smoke break, smiling and softly grunting out at the neighborhood as I came in her.

I remembered Erika bending over and grabbing her ankles while I fucked her, sandwiched between me and Morgan standing opposite her, cradling my face to her tits.

I remembered lying on someone's bed - I didn't know whose - staring up at the ceiling while I caught my breath, not knowing who was sucking my dick to get me hard again, not caring who mounted me after, not caring who climbed aboard and began to ride me, not comprehending whose pussy I was eating as they sat on my face.

Morgan and I fell asleep for a time, and when I awakened I saw Erika had packed what few effects she intended to. A few trash bags filled with clothes, and some boxes with myriad personal effects. The rest, she told us as we stirred, she was leaving to Morgan to pay down her debt.

Her erstwhile roommate just nodded at this gift, and I wondered if this had played some role in Erika winning the bet. Had she bought her roommate's pussy for the day with a few pieces of furniture and some jewelry?

With our sexathon concluded, I saw no need to linger around the place. I thanked Morgan for the great time, and told her I hoped to see her around. She gave a response that made me sure she'd bear no ill will if I didn't come around again, while still being friendly enough that I didn't think she'd be upset if I stopped by. I didn't mean to - really, with Erika and Courtney, what would be the point - but it was nice to part amicably with my one-afternoon-stand.

I left the two of them to say their goodbyes as I carried down the first load of Erika's stuff. (She might be bound to my service, but she was still a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, not exactly a pack mule.) As I stepped out, Morgan was saying that Erika had better have another apartment full of stuff to give her if she wanted to show her face around here again, but I could tell she was mostly teasing. Even if they might not like each other, the hatchet was buried.

"... everybody my best," I heard Erika saying as I came back up.

"Yeah, we don't really see each other so much any more, after everything. I bumped into Lacey the other day though. She asked about you."

"Cool."

I stepped back in and picked up Erika's remaining stuff. "We all set here, ladies?"

"Look at him, being all respectful, carrying your stuff, calling us 'ladies.' You landed a pretty good master here, Erika."

I blushed to hear our relationship acknowledged. "Yeah, I like him pretty well even aside from being his obedient little bitch," Erika said, kissing my cheek.

Erika turned over her keys. This time, she was clothed - skimpy, but not trench coat-panties-and-vibrator skimpy - as we set out. "So where we off to now?" she asked as we settled into the car.

"Not really sure. I'd planned on hanging at your place - you never said you had a roommate."

"On the money I was making, you think I could afford my own apartment?"

"Fair enough. I guess we can just get a hotel."

"Why don't we just go back to your place, kick out Courtney while you break me in? I did win the contest after all, and today's bet now too. I'm on a roll."

"You're my fuck toy; she's my girlfriend," I said firmly. As much for me as for her. "Which means you don't get to kick her out of anything."

"I'm sorry. You're right. I was out of line, mast... Drew."

It was quiet as we rode along. I wondered how much it stung for her, that minor expression of my displeasure. A little, I hoped, but I also hoped not a lot.

"Say, what did you used to do, by the way?" I asked after a while, by way of breaking the ice.

"Come again?"

"You mentioned you couldn't afford your own place. What did you do?"

"Eh, various things. Made ends meet."

"Which means what, exactly?"

She shrugged, suddenly studying the floor intensely. "I'unno. Stuff. Odd jobs."

I looked at her sideways. "Erika, answer the question. That's an order. Always answer my questions honestly from now on."

She answered in a small voice. "I've done lots of jobs. I used to work as a waitress at a night club downtown, and before that for a while in retail."

I was about to say something, but evidently she wasn't finished. "And I delivered drugs."

I blew right through a red light. Brakes screeched, horns honked. Somehow we didn't die, and mercifully there was no cop to witness it. I pulled into a gas station and threw it into park as Erika looked around wide-eyed.

"You did what?!"

"I... delivered drugs. For some guy. Look, it's not that big a deal."

"Not that big... are you still doing it?"

She shook her head. "No, definitely not. I don't even think he's still in that business any more."

I gave myself a moment to process this. "So... if you were delivering drugs, were you using them too?"

Erika looked down, ashamed, and nodded slowly. Tears began running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I know you're disappointed. I'm not a junkie or anything. I barely use any more. I mean, I don't, now that I belong to you."

I took her forearm in my hand and squeezed firmly. "Erika, I need you to listen to me, all right? I have a question, and it's very important you be completely honest. I'm not mad at you, OK? I just need you to be honest. Can you do that?"

She nodded, brightening at the chance to obey.

"Did you use - get high, whatever - at my apartment the night of our threesome? This past weekend?"

Her chin quivered. I'd always been the sort who melted at the sight of a beautiful woman crying, but right now I had to be firm. "I... yes. I did. I was a little nervous - believe it or not I didn't used to have random threesomes all the time - and I brought the last of my stash to help take the edge off. I shouldn't have, I know. I'm sorry."

"So you're saying you brought it. Not Courtney."

"Yeah. It was all me. I don't think she'd even know how to get her hands on stuff any more. She had nothing to do with it."

I didn't answer, slumping back in my seat. I'd been so sure of my theory - that the contents of those syringes had been the agent that turned these two girls into my sex slaves. That Courtney had duped her friend with the promise of a fake high, then treacherously made her my play thing. I'd been so sure that this would lead me to whatever supposedly terrible secret Courtney didn't want me to know. That she feared I would learn more than anything.

"Erika, I need you to tell me how you became my sex slave. Understand? What happened - what did Courtney do - to make you the way you are now?"

"I don't know," she said pitifully. "I was just having fun at a threesome, and next thing I knew pleasing you wasn't just something to do for kicks, but something I had to do, something burned into me. Way, deep, all the way down. But I don't know how it happened. I wish I did, but I don't."

I sighed. The whole reason I'd arranged to get alone time with her, to pump her for information and find out what had been done, to see if I could reverse it. For Erika, certainly, and for Courtney... well, we'd have that discussion at the very least.

Instead, it was just a party girl getting high in my bathroom because she was nervous about fucking some guy she didn't know. Back to square one - pondering the significance of random strangers on a bus, rummaging through memories that I was increasingly unsure whether or not they'd happened or I'd fabricated them.

I put the car back in drive and got back on the road without another word, trying to puzzle through it all. If not the syringe, then what? What had Courtney used to enslave her? I didn't believe in magic - at least, I hadn't before all of this - and I was sure Courtney wasn't some medieval alchemist who'd concocted a mind control pill, or a mad scientist who'd built a brainwashing ray gun.

How had she done it?

When it hit me, I almost ran another light. (I really needed to do my detective work off of the road.) There it was, embedded right there in my own question: What had Courtney done to enslave her?

Erika wasn't my sex slave. She was Courtney's.