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Chelsea giggled as she watched the orgasm ripple through Sophia, her own insides thrilling with the echo of her many Vox-induced climaxes. She glanced at her still-dripping hand, hesitated, then gingerly licked her fingers clean. She had to admit, playing with Sophia was a lot of fun. Maybe Chelsea was more into girls than she thought. Or maybe it was the act of reprogramming her guest that filled the blonde with such boundless lust. Either way, the realization sent the faithful slave searching for her vibrator.
Sophia came again by the time Chelsea located her toy, the entranced girl's hips bucking against her hand as a choked cry of pleasure escaped her lips. Chelsea smiled to herself, the pink plastic cock buzzing inches from her own dripping cunt. Now all that was left to do was enjoy herself until the file was finished playing, and then check on Sophia's progress. With any luck, it would only take one or two repetitions before...
The doorbell rang. Chelsea froze, momentarily thrown. Who would be at her door this late on a Friday? Did some pizza guy get lost on his way to a different apartment? Whatever the case, it would have to wait. Chelsea had more important things to attend to.
Again, the bell chimed. And again. And again. Chelsea growled with frustration, standing and smoothing her skirt down. Sophia would be alright on her own for a little while, long enough for Chelsea to march across the hall and send the mysterious intruder packing. Of all the nights for this to happen, why did it have to be the one time when she needed absolute, perfect—
Chelsea froze as she peered through the peephole, her blood turning to ice in an instant. It wasn't a delivery person waiting outside: it was a woman in her late thirties, with long, platinum blonde hair, an expensive coat, and cold grey eyes so sharp they threated to pierce Chelsea's through the glass.
"Chelsea?" the woman called. "I know you're in there. And I wouldn't keep your mother waiting, if I were you."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 2 years agobruh 16 chapter without sex, should have put this story on blue ball category
Anonymousabout 3 years agoAm I the only one that is super pissed that Chelsea keeps going directly against Seb? She is doing her best to satisfy her desires not his. She isn’t trying serve him and she wants to be in control. Yet she says she wants him to be her master. If I was in the position she put Seb in I would’ve killed her already
Anonymousabout 3 years agoGreat that Seb's managed to keep his virginity for so long, apart from the creepy party rape thing he enjoys.
Anonymousover 3 years agoThis story is continuing to get better as it progresses. All the characters have their own agendas, which are increasingly getting tied up in the Vox. Good stuff.
