(Laura) Hope David survives...

Laura kicked open the door and threw David inside on the lavender rug in the middle of the white carpet.

He lifted himself up to standing and turned around, only to find the 6'4" blonde, naked giantess towering over him and looking down with a stoic face.

"You will call me Miss Felton." She said flatly.

"Uh..."

"When I tell you to do something, you say 'Yes Miss Felton.' and you fucking obey." Laura said, her scowl not breaking. "Walk over there." She ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor near Laylah's dresser.

"Y... yes Miss Felton." David said, his face red in embarrassment for going along with this so easily as he shuffled to the spot she picked out for him. Laura walked over and opened the dresser. She fished out a pink dress from it and shoved it into David's chest.

"Put it on." Laura ordered, deathly serious. David hesitated and Laura repeated. "Put. It. On."

David began to lift the dress over his head but was interrupted by Laura, "What do we say?"

"Yes, Miss Felton..." David said as he slipped the pretty pink garment over himself. It was soft and covered him alright, but he wondered how girls wore these things, it was way, WAY too breezy for his liking.

He looked back up and saw Laura fishing around in her travel bag. She pulled out a pair of red panties with a little white bow in the middle. She stretched it out and slingshotted it at him. It landed gusset-first onto his face, it's scent indicated Laura had already worn them. David blushed and quickly removed the used panties from his face and vision. Laura stood there, naked but but with an intimidating presence.

"Put them on." she said.

David furrowed his brow in a pleading way. When Laura didn't budge, David said, "Yes Miss Felton..." and stepped into her panties. He pulled them up under Laylah's, now his dress and the soft garment felt awkward as tight undergarment bunched up his junk uncomfortably.

He looked at himself in Laylah's full size mirror by her dresser and went even redder. He looked as ridiculous as he felt.

"That's a good girl." Laura said, patting him on the head before sitting on the bed and staring him up and down. Her face was stony, but the red on her cheeks betrayed a lust that couldn't be ignored.

"Turn around, show me how it looks in back." She ordered.

"Yes Miss Felton." David obeyed, turning his back to Laura.

He felt the back of his dress lift. "My, my, what pretty little panties you have. Don't show it off to the boys, you naughty thing. Not with an ass like that." Laura teased as she pulled the elastic of the panties back and let them go to snap against David's butt. Then she slapped it.

"Dirty girl. Turn around and give us a courtesy." Laura ordered.

David did so, bowing and lifting the sides of his dress a little, feeling humiliated.

"Oh... misbehaving now, are we?" Laura said in a heated tone.

"Wh-what?" David asked.

"You didn't say 'Yes Miss Felton!' You naughty thing. How impolite... come here young lady." She said stoically, beckoning him over with her finger.

David walked over and in a sudden rush, The tall, naked woman reached out with her long arms and grabbed him. She bent him over her knees on his stomach and lifted his dress up over his butt. She pulled down the red panties covering them and gave his ass a hard slap.

"This." she slapped his ass again, harder this time. "Is what." She spanked him harder. "You get!" she slapped his ass so hard he nearly saw stars.

She threw him on the ground and ripped the dress from him, leaving him in only a pair of half-pulled-down panties. She threw the dress into the corner of the room and said, "naughty girls don't deserve pretty things." as she got off the bed and walked up to him. He looked up at the towering woman, her blond bush not enough to hide the moisture trickling from the pink slit under her blonde pubic hair. She reached down and lifted him up, holding his back with one arm and sinking her hand into his panties with the other. She groped and massaged his cock and balls inside the crowded undergarment and he felt it hard to move his body as his cock stiffened.

"Ooh, what's this? I rip off your dress and you get like this? Miss Felton doesn't like exhibitionists, young lady. It's naughty. You're a naughty girl... say it."

"I-I'm a naughty girl." David said, utterly humiliated as the words left his mouth. She grabbed his junk in her large, soft hands and squeezed tight enough to paralyze him.
"Say you're Mommy's little whore." Laura commanded.

"I-I'm Mommy's little whore!" David squeaked, his voice made high at the pressure on his genitals.

"Good little whore." Laura said as she freed David's hard member from the red panties and began stroking it up and down. David gasped and shivered as she stroked him and pulled his hair with her free hand. She whispered in his ear as she brought him closer to climax.

"Does my little whore want to cum?" Laura asked in a devilishly sexy voice.

"Y-yes M-Miss M-m-Felton." David begged.

"No." Laura said. Letting him go and pushing him away.

He turned to see her proudly sit on the bed, her large breasts and their now erect nipples bounced alluringly as she settled. She opened her legs and spread her pussy with her fingers.

"Service me, whore." She commanded.