The promise of release

Saturday morning, Eleanor didn't wait until she was done edging to text Abigail. Please mistress, she sent while she pounded her ass with her dildo, can I see you tonight? I need you to fuck me.

Abby didn't respond. Her message sat there unread while Ellie fucked herself desperately, wearing herself out to get to the edge.

It was hours later, after Ellie had finished and showered and had breakfast, that Abby finally replied. sorry I was asleep lol, she said. first day off all week, so I slept in...anyway come to my place at 9 pm. She followed up with a series of kissy-face emojis.

Eleanor alternated between TV, reading, and chores the rest of the day - restless, distracted, and desperately watching the clock until time to get ready for her date. When it hit 8pm, she started working on makeup: a full face, with bright red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She looked a little like a hooker, and she didn't mind that. She wore a black miniskirt and a tight tank top, opting for her Converse so she didn't seem too dressed up.

And she did something she had never done before: inspired by Kassidy, Eleanor went commando, and put in her butt plug. With her cock caged, it seemed way less scary, and as she walked out the door to her car, Eleanor's heart was pounding but she was so, so horny. She knew that if she showed up to Abigail's with no panties and a plug in, there was no way her mistress wouldn't order her to do it again, but she didn't care.

Once she parked in front of Abigail's house, she speed-walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Abby answered, wearing what were probably pajamas - a tight, white spaghetti-strap tank top with clearly no bra underneath, and a pair of soft-looking grey booty shorts. Eleanor's mouth watered. "Hey," she managed.

"Hi!" Abby stepped out onto the porch and put her hands on Ellie's waist, pulling her in for a kiss. "Come on," she said, and pulled Ellie inside.

Ellie froze in the foyer as she could see into the living room, where nearly a dozen people were sitting. "My parents have friends over," Abby explained. "We should say hi before we go back to my room."

Eleanor's heart was pounding as she took a seat next to Abby, as close to the door as she could manage. She was all too keenly aware of her lack of underwear as the adults peppered the two of them with friendly questions - the kind that adults ask teenagers when they're trying to be polite but really want to be nosy. Ellie was far too focused on keeping her legs squeezed together to give answers of more than a few words at a time, but fortunately Abigail was more in control of herself.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely no more than a minute or two, Abby politely chuckled at whatever was just said, then nudged Ellie and stood. "Alright, we'll get out of your hair - have fun everybody!" She turned and subtly pushed Ellie toward the door, a cue she was more than happy to follow.

Abby shut her bedroom door once they were inside and immediately started laughing. "Oh my god you looked like a deer caught in someone's headlights out there. I knew you were dumb-horny, but it's bad bad huh?" She didn't look apologetic at all. Ellie just blushed deeply.

"Well," Abby said, suddenly authoritative, "you came here to get fucked, and I plan to oblige. I'm going to put on some music to cover the noise we're about to make, and then you're going to strip for me."

Soon Abby was seated comfortably in a big plush chair in the corner, and some techno-rock music Ellie had never heard was playing. Abby gestured like a queen at court. "Go ahead, babygirl."

Ellie had no idea what she was doing, but she made an effort. She twisted her hips and slowly turned, showing off her legs, pulling up her top to expose her belly, bending at the waist not quite enough to give Abby a view up her skirt. She kept slowly raising the shirt as she danced, until her tits came free from it; Ellie was proud to notice them jiggling as they dropped.

Abby looked at her hungrily. Ellie increased her efforts, gyrating as best she could as she alternated between showing off and hiding her tits. Then, hand shaking, she reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt and pulled it down, wiggling her hips as she pushed the skirt down her legs. As it cleared her hips and fell to the floor, Ellie was rewarded with a view of Abby's shocked expression.

"You...slut," she said, beaming with pride. "No wonder you were so nervous out there." She stood, stepped up in front of Ellie, and put a finger on her chin. "Kneel." Ellie did, without hesitation. Abby looked down at her with the same hungry expression she'd had since they entered the room. "I wonder if any of those middle-aged friends of my parents got a glimpse up your skirt?"

Ellie's eyes went wide, then she shook her head. "I was careful."

Abby bent over and put her face right in front of Ellie's. "Maybe I'll take you to the country club in this outfit. Maybe I'll tell you to be less careful. I wonder what all those old patrons would think?"

Ellie whined. A small part of her brain was still sane enough to be embarrassed by that. Abigail just laughed. "Noted. For now, I suppose we should focus on relieving that pressure that's been building up all week...poor little thing." She walked over to her dresser while stripping off her top. "Don't move, slut. Just watch me get ready."

With that, Ellie was frozen in place, watching on her knees as Abby finished undressing, then stepped into the harness of her strap-on. Her big tits looked so delicious, and the way the straps of the harness squished her chubby hips and ass...

Suddenly, Abby was approaching, big shiny dildo swinging in front of her. "Want to get my cock ready? I need it nice and wet."

Ellie was on it before she could form a thought. She licked all up and down Abby's dildo, kissed it, spat on it. She felt like a starving animal, and she could not think of anything except that this cock was going to be inside her in a few moments. She took the tip of the cock in her mouth and pushed herself forward, trying to get it as far into her mouth as she could. She felt it press up against her throat; she pushed a little further. She felt her throat start to part a little, then she gagged and pulled back. "Good girl," she heard Abby whisper as she dove back in. Her throat parted just a little more this time, but she couldn't get it all the way in. No matter - she bobbed her head back and forth as far onto the dildo as she could manage. She made little gurgling noises each time it hit her throat, and she could feel drool start to drip out of her mouth onto her chest and thighs and the floor.

After a couple of minutes, Abby grabbed her ponytail and pulled her off the dildo. Ellie sat there for a moment panting, drooling, staring up at her mistress. Her mistress looked ravenous. "Get on the bed," she ordered. "Face down, ass up."