Demonstrating Dedication

“Yes, the next step.” Elsa replied circling and eyeing Katrina up and down as if she were a meer object. “I need to know that you're going to follow through. I need to see how good you are with a cock. Normally this is where I thank my driver by sucking him off.” Elsa giggled approaching the tall silent black guy as he grinned happily and kissing him on the cheek as one hand deftly fished out his cock.

“But tonight I have you. And he does prefer your curves." Elsa remarked stroking the half erect 6” cock. “On your knees.” Elsa then commanded, her blue eyes gave a steely commanding gaze, her words stomping out the butterflies in Katrina’s stomach, alongside any hesitant thought as Katrina kneeled down without a thought and began to question just what she got herself into.

_Okay, I can make this quick. _Katrina thought, some voice deep inside her saying she didn’t want to do this. The gems in the earrings glowed as they stirred the corruption within, pushing aside those thoughts with a compulsion to not just fulfill the command. But thrive at it.

Consciously Katrina resorted to just getting it over and done with, quickly. Embracing the dark ability she had gained from the corrupt earrings as she took the cock in her mouth she listened to his desires, envisioned how he imagined her looking, and the feel of her tongue and where to touch it. Channeling that information via the earrings into her mind, letting it guide her. Unknowingly releasing control of herself fully to the earrings.

Katrina effortlessly flowed into embodying those imaginings, how her head bobbed, twisted, and swayed, the stroke of her hands, how her eyes gazed up wantonly, and the feel of her lips as they tightly contoured every bump and vein of his shaft as she twisted her head on it while bobbing up and down. Lapping her tongue hitting all the right spots.

Except it was no longer his imaginings, Katrina felt a strange enthusiasm and guidance as she emulated the act instinctively, she deep throated with the skill of a professional pornstar, her tongue elegantly aroused as it stroked across the cock when pulled from her mouth.

Popping her lips off the cock she sandwiched it in her large breasts gasping for breath before slinking back down, hungry, needy eyes pleading for her bounty.

Suckling a testicle she stroked the wet with spit cock across her face, her crazed gaze hooking the core of the driver's arousal as he had no doubt she wanted his cum to erupt for her own pleasure.

Katrina’s lack of experience sucking guys off wasn’t apparent to anyone present, quite the opposite.

Elsa dropped her jaw in shock, amazed that this slut she was making her whore had such skill. She wondered if the woman hadn’t truly missed her calling as Katrina came up off the cock again.

“Cum on me baby, paint my fa….” Katrina didn’t finish the lewd sultry invitation as she leaned in to catch the driver’s cum on her face. Moaning lavishly and smiling broadly, unable to react otherwise as her use of the earrings bound her to the performance she sought to do.

A small part of her internal resistance eroded further as her mind just accepted the perverse enjoyment of the act she couldn’t have perceived ever having before.

Katrina couldn’t believe she just let some random stranger just cum on her face, hell she eagerly invited it, marvelling at how she lost herself in the act of sucking him off and the strange delight of fulfilling his inner fantasy. Katrina’s corruption rode high on the trampled second thoughts as the earrings seemed to speak to her mind. It's authority growing off her fulfilling its first compulsion on her tainted mind.

I can do this, I’ve got this. Katrina thought happily as she could hear how much she’d blown the driver’s mind. Not only had she perfectly reproduced what he imagined her sucking him off at best could be, but she far exceeded it.

Wiping the cum into her mouth with a finger she turned to Elsa smiling, sensing how impressed her wanna be mistress was with her as their whore.

“What next, Mistress.” Katrina smugly and alluringly stated, relishing hearing Elsa’s thoughts suddenly so clearly. Sensing Elsa being excited by the use of the term.

“Come whore.” Elsa replied turning and strutting towards the front door curling a finger behind her for Katrina to follow.

Getting up off her knees Katrina couldn’t help but listen to the driver’s thoughts as he sat in the car. His mind eager and saturated with thoughts he wanted to jerk off to as he watched the sway of her nearly fully exposed ass as it straddled a black thong. Envy of the home owner standing above them.

Entering the home Katrina gazed around for a moment. It wasn’t too opulent, but definitely was beyond the standard modest loving of most people.

The foyer featured a staircase that spiralled off from one side around to the second floor. Oak treads on white risers. Dark oak hardwood flooring lead in from the entrance, a kitchen partially visible through the entry way to the back of the house. A dining room to the left, and sitting room to the right.

“Kneel and present yourself.” Elsa flatly commanded without a glance or communicating what she wanted.

Not wanting to miss a beat Katrina used her earrings once again.

A voice asking her why she wanted a new wardrobe again, arguing she didn’t need it.

Kneeling down, legs pressed together, back straight, shoulders back, chest pushed out… There was a momentary pause as Katrina reached to spill her tits over the half cups of the bra. Making them free to display, once promptly exposed Katrina then clasped her hands together behind her back.

Stilling herself as if a showpiece, or a piece of livestock on display for inspection at a country fair.

Elsa unclasped and dropped her bra to the floor exposed her small tits by comparison and stood at attention beside Katrina as slow footstep approached from the back of the house, a figure coming in to view swirling a rocks glass with honey coloured liquor.

Exquisite… Katrina smiled proudly, not questioning why she suddenly could hear such thoughts without willful prompting. Katrina’s eyes grew wanton and hungry as the older man approached, she felt her heart skip a beat as she sensed his want to just present his cock to her there and begin enjoying them without any delay.

The salt and pepper haired man was impeccably dressed, he carried himself with a confidence, he was easily over 50, maybe even 60.

She could sense his hesitation… He had a daughter… She lived nearby, visited at random… He was worried she’d catch them…

He secretly was excited by the idea.

After looking Katrina over, Peter stepped up to Elsa and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. “This is going to be wonderful.” He remarked turning to lead them upstairs. “Come.” He instructed, Elsa falling in to step behind him, as Katrina….