Hungrily

Molly looked up from her phone and her eyes grew wide as she could tell even from her seated position Vyki had removed her Christmas thong. “So,” Vyki asked timidly, “how is this?”

Smiling as her eyes narrowed slightly, Molly stood up in her drab pajamas and slinked towards Vyki, her own pulse increasing. Vyki could see the hunger in Molly’s eyes and felt like this outfit may have really been the right choice. However, as Molly circled around her silently, Vyki could almost feel Molly’s critical eye as she examined every inch of her. As Molly finished in front of her, Vyki could see Molly’s eyes were still rolling up and down her body, but never seemed to stop at her eyes. Rather, Molly's eyes continue to roam Vyki’s body like some sort of cattle ready for slaughter.

Her anxiety building without any form of communication, Vyki finally broke the silence, “this okay?”

Molly’s eyes instantly flew up to Vyki’s with such energy Vyki visible shook and almost jumped back. Molly could feel a rush seeing the influence she seemed to already have over Vyki, and took a step closer intruding further into Vyki’s personal space. Glancing down to her fake chest, she looked back up to Vyki and huskily asked, “are you asking me if that’s a ‘good slut’ outfit?”

If it weren’t for Molly’s near comical pajamas, Vyki would almost be sure she was in some sort of erotic dream with Molly but, struggling to not break the very sensual eye contact, Vyki enthusiastically nodded in response.

Looking down Vyki’s side and stroking her hand up Vyki’s bare thigh, Molly asked, “so you think a short skirt makes you a sexy slut?”

Vyki’s already aroused body shivered under Molly’s electric touch and again looked at Molly’s hair just to try to stay connected with her as she nodded her head while her pulse quickened.

Molly whipped her head around to Vyki’s other side, purposefully avoiding looking at Vyki’s eyes. Using her other hand, she traced down from Vyki’s shoulder to her chest, under her faux breasts, before moving her finger up to trace around the outline of the crowning nipple.

Vyki can’t help but feel her heart race as she watches Molly’s hand trace her chest while feeling her other hand lightly cup her ass under her skirt. Seeing her fingers stop around the nipple, Vyki holds her breath in anticipation of Molly triggering the device as her fingers linger.

“Do you feel this cute little white top makes you ‘good’?” Molly asks with a side long glance up at Vyki’s bright blue eyes.

Vyki practically shuddered from the energy in Molly’s eyes. She again only found the strength nod emphatically.

“So, are you saying you want to be a good slut?” Molly asked before massaging Vyki’s nipple. Molly was almost immediately rewarded with a moan as it was clear the nipple manipulation had triggered the vibrations in her groin.

Vyki quickly held back her moans and then nodded repeatedly enjoying the manipulative touch. However, she whimpered almost immediately as Molly removed her fingers from her nipple and cupped her breast.

“I want to hear you say it,” Molly said staring into Vyki’s eyes.

“I... “ Vyki stammered a bit before swallowing at the game they were playing, “I want to be a...” Vyki paused again as something held her for a moment. “a good slut.”

Molly pushed her chest back and pulled her butt forward to spin her to face the mirror. “Tell her,” Molly commanded.

Vyki gasped again as she saw herself in the mirror with Molly’s eyes peaking over her shoulder watching Molly’s hands roam over her chest and circle around to the front of her skirt as she felt Molly press up behind her. Panting, Vyki looked at Molly’s eyes in the mirror and said, “I want to be a good slut.”

Molly rewarded her with a brief stimulation via her nipple before she chastised, “no, girlie. Look in the red head’s eyes and tell her.”

Vyki moved her focus back over to her own eyes. Swallowing she said, “I want to be a good slut.” She was hoping for the buzz, but even so, it surprised her enough as she closed her eyes and moaned. Only to have it stop again.

“Look at her and say it again, girl,” Molly commanded.

Vyki looked again into her own pleading blue eyes and said, “I want to be a good slut.” Again, she was rewarded with a vibration below and she rode it for a few seconds before she instinctively blinked holding her eyes closed momentarily only to feel the stimulation stop again.

Vyki again opened her eyes panting and looked into Molly’s eyes behind her. “Keep watching her enjoy this and say it again.”

Vyki again locked eyes with her doppelganger and said, “I want to be a good slut,” and was immediately reward with Molly playing with her nipple. Vyki moaned and fought the urge to blink as she stared into her own vibrant eyes.

Without a break, Molly repeated, “tell her again.”

Vyki immediately said, “I want to be a good slut.” At that moment, Molly’s fingers disappeared under the front of her little skirt and found their mark as the intensity of the vibrations easily doubled. Vyki didn’t even register her automatic reaction, until her eyes flew open only as the stimulation stopped again.

“Try again, slut,” Molly commanded.

Vyki squeezed her eyes tight willing them to hold true as she opened her eyes and looked into them as she explicitly said, “I want to be a good slut,” and was ready for the breast manipulation and let her body moan as she kept her eyes open.

“Again,” Molly instructed.

Vyki dutifully said, “I want to be a good slut,” and was again rewarded by Molly playing between her thighs, but Vyki held true and kept her eyes open.

“Good girl,” Molly said before raising the stakes further, “take your other tit out.”

Vyki watched the girl in the mirror reach up and pull down the front of her shirt and pop out her idle breast as the hands wrapping around her body continued to stimulate her.

“Now play with her nipple and say it again,” Molly instructed.

Vyki watches the girl in the mirror slot her hand up to her breast. Vyki feels up the contour of her nipple and squeezes it feeling a jump in her vibrations. She straind to keep hers locked onto the mirror, but the air and pressure around proves too much and her eyelids briefly blink close as panic washes of the face of the girl in the mirror as she fears her pleasure it about to end again.

But the stimulation just keeps coming.

“Now bring your other hand between your legs with me,” Molly instructs.

Vyki’s other hand practically shaking from the her body’s struggle to remain standing under the constant **** of pleasure moves up to join Molly’s, cupping her hand.

Molly than smoothly switch hand placement with Vyki, pressing Vyki’s fingers into the silicone covered button. “There you go,” Molly encourages, “keep the girl playing.”

Vyki is nearly amazed as the vibrations keep going even as Moly moves her hands away. Vyki didn’t even process that Molly had exchanged there hands and continued to play with the button. She felt a slight decrease as Molly left her breast, but Vyki’s list was intensifying watching the girl in the mirror masturbate in front of her.

“Good, good,” Molly said as she slowly backed away. “Now, are you going to be a greedy slut and close your eyes and drive yourself to cum, or are you going to be a good slut and share the lovely torment with girl in the mirror as you both play together.”

Panting as she continued to play with herself, “a good slut,” staring deeply at her twin as she enjoyed her pleasure with her.

“Alright then,” Molly says stepping a bit further away to make sure she was out of the mirror, “then you need to stay focused on her until I tell you otherwise.”

Vyki could only nod as she could see the pleasure building in the reflections eyes.

“Now, why does a slut dress like the girl in the mirror, Vyki?” Molly asks as she begins fiddling with her clothes.

Vyki can remember Paul asking Molly this several times over the years and knew what she was looking for, “t-t-to let people kn-n-ow she’s a slut.”

“Right,” Molly stated flatly. “And why does she wear a skirt instead of shorts?”

Vyki looked down her body at the tiny skirt barely lifted by her palm, “f-for eas-s-sy access.”

“uh-huh,” Molly continued, “easier access to what?”

“her p-p-pussy,” Vyki I toned trying to stay up in her heels.

“… and?” Molly prompted.

Vyki fought to keep her balance as her mind was quickly loosing focus, “her asssss.”

“Rigghhhht….” Molly assured her. “And who should have that access?”

Vyki struggled for an answer. Normally Paul was looking for ‘Master’ from Molly but he want here. Tears were filling up in the girl in the mirror’s as Vyki dug for some obscure answer.

Molly could see the struggle on Vyki’s face and tossed her a life line, “you partner?”

Vyki thankful for the reprieve blurted out, “Yes!”

“Women?” Molly asked.

“Yes,” Vyki blurted out seeing all manor of subbie girls stroking under her skirt as she walked by.

“Hands?”

“Yes!” Vyki agreed.

“Tongues?”

“Yes!” Vyki agreed enthusiastically as she envisioned the girls lapping at her ass as her heart raged on.

“Men?” Molly ventured.

“Yes!” Vyki responded automatically before her mind started envisioning Lou, men from Ms. Phit’s, the dungeon, the hardware store, and more all circling around her and her counterpart in the mirror, all feeling them up as they pleasured themselves.

While she watched Vyki’s eyes dance over herself, Molly inched her nude form up next to Vyki’s body. Vyki was so locked into her reflection she didn’t even see Molly move up next to her. Had Vyki registered Molly’s presence, she might have prepared herself for Molly to whisper in her ear, but the simple word Molly spoke into her ear seemed to envelope her manifestations: “cocks?”

With that single syllable, Vyki’s delusion quickly striped every man of his clothes leaving them free to slide the engorged cock up their skirts to Vyki’s & her reflection’s asses.

Almost immediately, Vyki’s mind and as overwhelmed as she lost her balance and began to collapse.

Seeing Vyki’s body drooping, Molly gripped under her arms and maneuvered her the momentum of her slack form over, lifting it onto the bed.