Pick of the Litter

The Gentleman shifted slightly to balance his weight so as to comfortably lean on his ebony cane. He stood upon a brick paved sidewalk before a carved wood archway marking entrance to the well tended lawn sprawling before the stately mansion beyond. He smiled and nodded his head approvingly, believing the large yellow-hued manor would serve quite nicely as his residence for the duration of his stay.

He took a moment to pause for a deep breath of fresh morning air and smiled at the slight chill in his chest hinting at the start of the changing season. The infant sun had begun it's steady ascent, bathing the landscape in a thick amber hue and casting long heavy shadows on the brick sidewalk before him.

"Quite appropriate", he spoke aloud, resting both hands at the curved handle of his cane and tapping the tip on the bricked surface for emphasis. "The dawning of a new day!"

"Goddammit Carol, I don't have time for this SHIT..!", a bitter-sweet feminine voice shrieked from the open doorway of the adjacent residence, effectively shattering the tranquil moment of 'Zen' the Gentleman had been enjoying.

Frowning deeply, he turned his attention to the source of the disturbance as it played out one house over.

A blonde tressed, well maintained woman he guessed to be in her mid thirties abruptly stormed from the open doorway of the two story brick atrocity next door. The Gentleman watched on discouragedly as she suddenly pivoted on pure white 3" sharp toed heels between two of many widely spaced thick fluted columns marking the entrance portico. She violently stomped dainty feet while frantically fumbling through designer work satchel; red faced and shouting at the open door before her.

"Where, the FUCK….", she snapped her neck to flick the shoulder length honey-gold locks from before striking pale blue eyes, "….are my goddamn KEYS?", she cried in frustration, pulling random items from her white leather bag to toss on the brick clad steps before her. Having searched through the vessel with no results, she impatiently tapped high heeled right foot while adjusting the lace trimmed cuffs and flared hem of stylish white linen blazer fastened to slightly below C-cup breasts with a row of gleaming white buttons.

"CAROL……!", The enraged blonde again called through the open threshold. "If you took my FUCKING car again without ASKING……", Her chest heaved in rage-laced anger as she busied herself brushing lint and adjusting the slim white leather belt on matching pristine white linen slacks. "I want YOU and that goddamn MUT out of my FUCKING house…!". She punctuated her annoyance by tightening the large white bow at the neck of her stylish silk business blouse.

Although annoyed at the sudden outburst from the obnoxious woman, The gentleman could not help but appreciate the way the light linen martial of slacks and blazer molded to shapely ass and firm tits to accentuate her womanly attributes. Both sets of fleshy orbs jiggled delightfully as her body continued to shake with undisguised anger.

"If you WALKED him, or AT LEAST let him outside every ONCE in a WHILE, he wouldn't Go in the HOUSE…", Came another feminine, though equally frustrated response. "He's YOUR fucking DOG for Chrissake…!", A strikingly attractive blonde appeared at the open door, matching the white clad blonde's fervent yells in both pitch and intensity.

The newest arrival was quite obviously the identical twin of the white-clad blonde; even with the slightly shorter bob-haired tresses and well-disguised added pounds concealed beneath unflattering blue-frayed terrycloth bath robe. Twin-sister Carol stood at the door with deep set glare on pretty eyes directed toward her enraged sibling. She stood propping the door open with long left leg extending through the slit in her tattered robe, tauntingly shaking a key ring at her fuming sister with left hand while dangling a lit cigarette between index and middle finger of right.

"Filthy habit…", The Gentleman shook his head in disgust, further deepening his twisted scowl.

"I never wanted the GODDAM thing…..", The business-suited blonde spat while stomping menacingly towards her gloating sister. "….and gifting me YOUR ex's MUTT after the DIVORCE and moving in with ME….", She snatched the key ring from Carol's dangling fingers and moved to collect the strewn about items she had pulled from her work-purse.

The Gentleman again admired the firm globes of her tight ass as she knelt to collect a hairbrush to throw into her white leather bag.

"…..Does NOT make it MINE…!", The kneeling woman concluded. Having gathered all her belongings, she again straightened her clothing to address her indignant sibling. "Maybe if you left the house for something other than PERSCRIPTION refills and CIGARETTES…", she shot towards Carol with undisguised venom and wicked malice, "I'd see you dressed in something other than that filthy BATHROBE since the divorce…!". Having made her point, she spun on designer heels to click sharply towards her matching white Mercedes convertible, blonde tresses flailing behind.

"FUCK YOU, SARAH…!", Carol shrieked to Sarah's self-satisfied smirk and retreating back. She took a long drag from her glowing cigarette to exhale a large plume of noxious grey tinted smoke in her sisters wake.

The gentleman had seen quite enough from these bitter, purposeless miscreants.

Sarah felt a wave of relief wash through her body after once again putting her cunt of a sister in her place. Oddly though, she had yet to hear the tell-tale front door slamming which alway signified the end of one of their arguments. Curious, Sarah gradually slowed her purposeful strides to a halt, then felt compelled to turn back towards her home.

Carol stood motionless at the house threshold. Her body appeared frozen with leg still propped on open door, dangling limp wrist hanging loosely from outstretched arm, and cigarette slowly wafting fumes in a single strand of white smoke from stock-still fingers. Sarah noticed Carol's rage-filled eyes stared spitefully at the front portico where she had been standing just moments before.

"Carol…?", sarah queried towards her sister, puzzled by her peculiar behavior. "Is everything alright…?, she tested further, actually feeling a bit guilty that her hate-laced words may have damaged her sisters fragile psyche.

"Carol…I….Didn't mean to….", Sarah stuttered borderline-apologetically. Now genuinely concerned at her sisters lack of response, she took a tentative step forward. Suddenly, Carol's body shuddered, as if a pleasant shiver pulsed through her body from head to heel. Long lashes fluttered, her eyes slowly drawing open as a languid, sultry smile spread across, full luscious lips.

"THERE you ARE…!", Carol sing-songed in ultra-feminine tones. She dropped both arms to bend loosely at the elbows to daintily flutter limp wrists before taking a slight mincing step towards her puzzled sister. "I've been looking Aaaaaaall OVER for YOU…!", she gushed, giggling slightly to set her substantial chest jiggling beneath now slightly pale bath robe.

Grinning stupidly, Carol continued her tittering strides across the small expanse of front portico to pause at the three steps leading to the driveway below. With each delicate step, The bulky bath robe she wore seemed to gradually drain of color and shift in texture from coarse cotton to slick satin. The altered fabric continued to darken further, finally settling at a midnight black then compressing to lovingly encase her womanly curves like shrink wrap on an erotic package. Having reached the steps, she again giggled playfully before locking ankles and tightly-parceled legs at the knees to gleefully hop the first step down.

As Carol's dainty toes made contact with the brick clad step, the bottom hem of her knee length robe separated from the garment to traverse the length of well turned calfs to pool at her now-elegantly arched feet and mold into black satin closed toe 6 inch heels. simultaneously, the now skin-tight sleeves cloaking slender arms followed suit, pulling from the shoulders and extending to blood-red painted fingertips as stylish elbow length opera gloves.

Sarah watched on in curious silence. She loosed a quiet whimper and cocked her head quizzically at her sisters impossible transformation while sliding her tongue to wet suddenly parched lips. Oddly, she noticed the unmistakably familiar warm tremble of arousal pulse from her needy sex. Sarah clenched her eyes in response, wrapping arms around body to revel in the pleasant sensations suddenly coursing through her veins.

When again forcing her lustful eyes open, Sarah found herself slightly panting with tongue dangling from protruding lower lip.

"Saaaaaraaaah…!", Carol cooed, bouncing once again to land atop the middle step. Her body seemed to warp as sexy heels 'clacked' on impact, the noticeable bulges creasing her second-skin satin robe rippling to deposit into enhanced tit cleavage above and fleshy derrière below. the figure caressing robe then parted at the center, the sleeves slinking to recede from shoulders and the soft sensual material crawling across slightly plump tummy to form shiny half cup black bustier displaying fully exposed areoles capped with prominent pink nipples.

"Now, WHERE have you BEEN..?", Carol made her best attempt at a scowl towards her dumb-struck sister, which looked more like a shameless invitation for gratuitous sex. As she waggled her satin gloved index finger at Sarah, excess cellulite continued the ascent from stomach to chest, rapidly filling the satin D-cups to overflowing as the former-robe lapels fused and tightened to compress her succulent womanly curves into an exaggerated hourglass figure. "You've been an awfully BAD GIRL…EEEP..!", Carol squeaked as invisible hands fastened then tightened the gold plated straps traveling from heated sex to welcoming tits, forcing her voluptuous body into a stiff-backed stance to further exhibit her womanly wares.

Sarah stared on in bewildered amazement. Pretty pink tongue still lolling from slightly parted ruby red-painted lips, she could be heard audibly panting to the point that a long string of drool had accumulated to drip and darken the front of immaculate white blazer. Sarah stood transfixed by her sisters captivating performance, her pussy pleasantly pulsing beneath silky white lace trimmed panties. A low moan leaked through slobber laced lips as she gracefully dropped to bending knees on the hard asphalt drive below. Normally, Sarah's pride in her appearance and expensive clothing would cause outrage at such treatment, especially to her most precious pair of designer label slacks. But her eyes remained fixated on Carol as she slowly shuffled forward along the gravelly surface to thoroughly stain the costly fabric at her knees.

"Did you go POTTY in the house….AGAIN..?", Carol continued to berate her kneeling sister. Speaking as if chastising a child, she hopped girlishly to the final bricked step. Again her elegant heels pattered on the masonry surface, setting her satin-stuffed body rippling like waves of heat on a blistering summers day.

The bottom half of the former unsightly robe separated from the sleek bustier severely cinching tits and torso above to rest at wide, curvaceous hips and drape to veil well moistening sex below. "What EVER am I going to DO with YOU…?", Carol huffed, punctuating her statement with sharp tap of pointed right heel and planting back of wrists atop ample hips. As the jiggling of tits settled from the abrupt movements, thin strips of fabric separated from panties and continued descent along the well toned topography of each slender leg. The smooth material began to lighten in color and texture to become semi-transparent as a fishnet patterning developed on the outer surface to accent the well-formed curves of supple legs. Another thin strip of material split from glossy black panties, traveling over hips and resting at willowy waist to secure with a snap in front as a delicate lace garter belt. Matching garter straps sprouted from the black lace whisp of a belt to travel along sizable globes of creamy arse in rear and firm thigh flesh in front and fasten mid-thigh at lace trimmed caps of slightly opaque fishnet stockings.

Sarah whined softly in response to her sister, no MISTRESS Carol's, chiding. She bowed her head shamefully, moving to shift her weight so as to position herself on business heels with tight linen clad buttocks hovering slightly above the ground and legs splayed wide in presentation. She leaked a soft moan as she slowly bent both arms at the elbows and clasp both hands at the thumbs with palms down. Oddly, she felt a stirring at her breast as her matching white lace bra shifted beneath the silk fabric of her bow-neck blouse to crawl upward along crimsoning chest flesh.

An electric spasm surged from Sarah's dampening pussy when she felt a soft silk strap tighten and fasten at her neck into what she somehow knew was a collar. She reluctantly withdrew her lolling tongue to wet parched mouth and risk a dry swallow before timidly reaching right hand to sensually caress the band of ownership sealed at her neck. Her quivering fingers fell upon a metallic medallion at her throat and she struggled to crane her neck to decipher the elegant flowing gold inlaid script.

• Carol's Bitch -

"Come along now, Dear", the walking orgasm that was once Carol sang. She had taken the final step onto the paved drive and was strutting towards the hapless Sarah like a deranged runway model owning a catwalk. Sarah again clasped both hands palms down, raising each to slightly below spit coated chin and set at slightly downward angle in her best attempt at a proper begging pose. She squeezed her tastefully made-up eyes closed as expected of every good bitch respectful of her mistress, her racing heart thumping in time with the lubrication steadily leaking from pouting pussy.

Carol's, body and clothing continued to shift with each hypnotic sway of hip and calculated high-heeled straight lined step as she clicked steadily toward her submissive pet.

The offensive cigarette dangling from Carol's right hand appeared to thin and lengthen as the still early morning light reflected off the now gleaming metallic surface. The thin cylinder then seemed to wrap around her gloved hand, now intricately woven in black lace matching panties and garters, then dripped from her wrist as a liquid strand of finely woven white-gold filigree to dangle slightly off the ground.

Sarah's clenched eyes winced with each increasingly louder 'click' of high heeled foot signaling mistress's continued approach. Each drawn out leisurely step synched with the pleasurable drip of drooling pussy below and steady dribbling of hanging tongue above. Sarah writhed on her haunches, loosing a wanton moan and lecherous yelp from deep within her throat in anticipation of mistresses velvety touch.

"And I'll walk you properly…", Carol husked with mischievous glint in radiant ice-blue eyes. Sarah bravely opened her eyes to find herself staring into the glorious valley of cleavage lovingly cradled in mistresses daring black satin trimmed lace lingerie; prominent exposed pink nipples proudly erect and pointing levelly at puppy Sarah's own timid eyes. Mistress stood before her bent stiffly at gartered waist, smiling haughtily with left laced glove hand slowly caressing the exposed flesh above shapely hips and legs spread obscenely wide to display her own panting satin and lace veiled pussy as she casually swung a fine silver linked chain from gloved right hand.

"My PET…!", Mistress Carol bent forward slightly to breath at Puppy Sarah's trembling ear as she attached collar to leash with a deafening 'CLICK'.

Sarah's orgasmic howl was the perfect symphony to accompany the rapidly ascending morning sun on what was sure to be an eventful day for the inhabitants of this quiet suburban town.