The door opens once again.

Hope flutters in your heart at the opening of the portal. When whoever is entering doesn't so much as pause, that hope begins to dim.

"Lock the door, dear," he instructs whoever your new company is. They comply. His hand ceases its teasing only for him to pull you away from the counter and shove you to the ground.

You land on our face with your exposed ass in the air. As you try to push yourself up, you are **** back down, grunting as your face hits the floor again. The weight of a body on top of yours gives you some idea of who joined the two of you.

"No panties?" he asks seconds before a slap of flesh on flesh echoed about the room, nearly drowning out the accompanying squeal. "You are such a naughty bimbo, aren't you, Dahlia?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Aldric," the young woman answers, words almost slurring-- she must be quite the lightweight to be drunk already. "I'm your naughty bimbo slut, Mr. Aldric." Another slap to her ass rings out, eliciting a squeal of excitement from the vacant-minded trophy date.

"That's right," he confirms. "We're going to show John why you're my slut in particular." She responds with a joyous squee. You feel something damp trickling onto your ass-- Dahlia is a sopping mess already. A zipper drops, followed by rustling fabric. Your vision is consumed by the floor and the cabinets under the sink.

He grunts as she gave a muffled cry-- if you had to guess, you'd say he has a hand over her mouth. She doesn't shut up for even a second, muffled moans and cries trying to escape his palm as her body saws back and forth atop yours.

Much to your horror, you feel your own wetness growing.

"Dahlia," he begins after about thirty seconds, "I want you to whisper to John everything that I'm doing to you and exactly how it feels."

He releases her mouth, and you immediately feel ragged breaths on your ear.

"H-he's f-fucking me soooooo hard..." she manages, panting hard as his **** increases in intensity. "Oh! He's pumping me sooooo full. His dick is, like, huge-- I've never even seen one so big!" You swallow hard, closing your eyes tightly as you try to brace yourself against her account. "It's touching me everywhere, like, no part of my pussy is left out. He's pounding me like I'm just, like, a fuck doll. Which I am. I'm Mr. Aldric's fuck doll." He grunts approvingly, giving a particularly sharp thrust. She squeals again. "I-I like... looooooove being Mr. Aldric's personal slut. It's like, the most amazing thing... I might not be, like, smart an' stuff... ooh... but I'm really good at being his cum dump. Every girl deserves to know how amazing it is to be a bimbo fuck slut for a strong man like Mr. Aldric."

"Good slut," he grunts, silencing her monologue. The weight above you increases as he leans forward. "You could experience her pleasure, too, John. All you have to do is say it." His breathing gets heavier as his rhythm shudders. He must be getting close. "All you have to do is say you want my cock and cum, you want to know what made Dahlia my devoted ****." You shudder, feeling both of their hot breaths washing over your ears.

"Y-you really should, John," the young bimbo stutters. "You won't ever want to stop feeling like this again..." As a loud, low moan interrupts, he claps a hand over her lips again, muffling her pleasured cries.

"Just say it, John," he continues, his tone commanding. "Dahlia earned this load, but you can earn the next. You just need to ask for it, and we'll make you feel things you've never even dreamed possible."