A Familiar Face At Sam's Ex's House

Jesus, I'm so annoying! I can't help but groan as I notice that I've once again started acting weird as soon as another car got too close to ours at a traffic light. The couple inside is clearly having a fight, and their bad mood is contagious! "Focus!" Peter scolds me, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blink, take a deep breath, and **** myself to relax. I lean forward and start kissing his neck, my hands traveling up and down his chest. Maybe if I focus on pleasing him, I won't have so much leeway for others to influence me? Was it really such a good idea for me to tag along? "Girl, maybe I should have let you at home." Peter mumbles, irritated. "Naked on the toilet seat, peeing and shitting on yourself, waiting for me to come back and use your tight little holes..." He's fantasizing, and I can't help but moan at the idea. That's so hot and kinky! Oh! Okay, seems like I'm less distracted when he's thinking about using me like his personal sex toy. I should keep that in mind. "You like that, don't you?" He teases me, smiling smugly. I giggle and nod, letting my hand travel down to his pants and cup his hardening bulge.

"I like what you like, baby," I reply, a mischievous glint in my eyes. The light turns green, and I sit back in my seat. Peter starts driving again with a satisfied smirk on his face. This might work, after all! All he has to do is fantasize about fucking me, and I'll be too aroused and focused on pleasing him to even pay attention to anyone else's thoughts. Right? The look on his face tells me that's exactly what he's thinking. Of course it is. He's thinking that I know exactly what he's thinking. My head spins a bit.

Fifteen minutes later, we're standing in the suburbs, looking for Sam's ex-girlfriend's house. I stare at a door, trying to figure out if this is the right place. I've been here many times, yet the question remains for some reason. "Is this it?" my master asks. Is it? I shake my head, frustrated by my inability to answer him. I'm starting to doubt our plan, if you can even call it that...

"I... Yes!" I answer at last, fueled by Peter's need for answers. "Diana lives here, yes!" I sighed, relieved. I'm not so useless after all. He nods and starts walking toward the door, slowing down a little, an uncertain look on his face. I grab his arm, stopping him. "Wait!" I exclaim. "Shouldn't I be the one ringing?"

"Just what I'm wondering," he confirms, uneasy. Indeed, my curse, or whatever you wanna call it, allows me to perceive the desires of the people around me, and I could probably tell him if Sam is inside before we ring the doorbell. Also, as we discussed earlier, I'd be a better bait if he is. Though... "I'll stay close, right here," Peter says, hiding in the corner of the small porch. I nod. He needs to make sure he remains closer to me than anyone else, so I don't get too influenced by whoever opens the door. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir," I say and turn toward the entrance. I take a deep breath and press the doorbell, waiting with apprehension. I frown, wondering who could be ringing this late in the evening. Wait... I'm the one ringing! Well, whoever I am, it'd be best to send one of the girls, just to be sure. I freeze, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy about disturbing people this late and in the middle of something. I turn to look at my master, seeking his reassurance. He frowns. What's wrong with me again? Jesus Christ, Lily, pull yourself together and stick with the plan!

The door opens. It's a girl in her twenties, a very pretty tall redhead wearing a blue dress and a leather choker, her hair pulled up in a bun. Who is it? Once again, I find myself struggling to understand. She looks familiar, but her name escapes me for some reason, like I know her, but not really. "Yes?" the girl asks, an annoyed tone in her voice. Damn, she sounds hot! Is that Diana? She seems just as confused as I am, frozen in the doorway, staring at me. For fuck's sake, Lily, focus! I should signal him to let him know...

"Becca?" I ask incredulously. Becca?! As in, my roommate? Why the fuck would she be here? I open my eyes wide, realizing what this means. We're probably outnumbered! Fuck fuck fuck!

"Lily?" Becca mumbles, her eyes slowly widening. Shit! Are we both just as out of it as the other? Is she under the diamond's influence, too? If she's active, Sam isn't far away! Peter needs to make sure I'm under his control; otherwise... I step a bit closer to my master, reminding myself of the fact I belong to him. Becca's eyes widen in realization. I don't know what to do. I can't see what's going on without revealing myself. What? I rub my temples. I'm under someone's control. The fucker must be hiding close. He's looking for the diamond! Becca should try to get me to talk. "I've been looking for you everywhere! We were so worried, Lily!" Becca exclaims, putting on an act, trying to lure me into a false sense of security. I'm tempted to purposely fall for it. Why not? Her owner would surely enjoy a third fucktoy. No, wait... I need to figure out if Sam is the one controlling her. Figure out if the diamond is here!

"I'm sorry," I apologize, confused. I need to lie. Come on! I need to make them believe I'm alone, somehow... Stupid plan! We should have waited for the night to fall! Maybe we could have gotten the fucker while he sleeps? "The effects, they wore off..." I mumble, trying to act like my old self. "I just, I went to a motel and waited it off. I... I came because I was... worried about Diana. You know... after what happened with Sam." I mumble as I realize I'm failing at acting, sounding too robotic. Though, could it be true? For a moment, I wonder if the effects of the diamond are temporary and shiver, thinking about all the hot girls turning against whoever is controlling Becca. Is he biting? I need to signal Peter. I nod very slowly and feel a bit of relief. He's biting. "Are you alright?" My head hurts... Too many confusing emotions clashing against each others.

"I'm alright," my roommate replies, her voice still a little too cold, "I'm just a bit surprised to see you, that's all. Do you wanna come in?" Is this my clue? Should I go in? Maybe I could steal the diamond from him. Or... I freeze as I feel Peter's **** as my own. He can't risk following me in there, and once I'm inside, I'll be closer to whoever is controlling Becca. The guy will be quick to figure out I'm not free. But...

"Sure," I smile, stepping forward. "What are you doing at Diana's, by the way?" I ask as my friend steps aside and I walk past her, feeling so sexy for some reason. I really am a hottie, aren't I? I suddenly feel a pang of arousal. The guy's thoughts are stronger and clearer now that I'm inside. Peter's influence is fading. This is alright, though, I guess... When I was with Becca after she saved me from the bouncer at the club, Peter managed to keep me quiet about his intentions from her, even though he was further away from me. As long as I don't spill the beans, this is good, right?

"I came to check on her," Becca explains from behind me. "I was worried about her, like you, with Sam and the diamond and all, but she's alright." She's not being entirely truthful, obviously, but I find myself hoping I'll believe her. The house looks clean and tidy, and the smell of cooked food lingers in the air. Speaking about the devil, Diana appears in the hallway, a smile on her face. She's hotter than I remember. She's wearing a tight black skirt and a white shirt, and her makeup is perfect. Her short blonde hair is cut in a bob. She, too, needs to be convincing if the guy is to use the diamond on me again. I hope it works, because if it doesn't... I blink, once again struggling with emotions and desires going against what I know to be true. I'm still worried about revealing Peter's presence and intentions, though. I can still feel him lurking around the house.

"Hey, Lily," she greets me, a warm smile on her face. I'm suddenly thrilled to see her because I can't wait to fuck her master with her and Becca. "I'm glad to see you're okay. Becca was really worried about you." Just a bit closer, I think. All Diana has to do is touch me with the diamond, and I'll be his, ready to suck and lick his cock all day and night. The thought of being turned into his personal fuckdoll turns me on so much... Can you believe it? Three hot sluts willing to do anything to please him? He's a lucky bastard, isn't he? "It's been a while!" Diana exclaims cheerfully. I stay put, letting her step closer, moving for a hug that I know is a trap but that I hope I'll fall for. As long as I don't say anything about Peter, I'm happy to become that bastard's sex **** for now. I'm looking forward to it, in fact! I'm so aroused! So turned on! "How are you?" she asks me, her arms open wide as she approaches. Finally, she closes in and hugs me. I feel something hard and cold on the back of my neck and freeze, wondering if it works. Am I his? He should have me do something, to be sure...

"Hmm..." I moan and smirk, just like he wanted me to. Oh, I'm his alright! A wave of glee washes over me as Diana takes a step back and nods in satisfaction. I smile brightly and move my hands to cup my big tits, squeezing them in my hands and biting my lip. My new master steps out from behind the corner. It's Sam, and I'm his. "Well, I guess I should greet you properly, master," I purr and drop to my knees, looking up at him submissively. "After all, we have some unfinished business you and I." He grins and walks toward me, his eyes fixed on mine. I reach for his pants and unzip them, freeing his cock, which is already hard and throbbing with anticipation.

He was stupid to run away the first time when things would have been a lot simpler if he'd used the diamond on Becca back in our apartment. I can't blame him, though. He panicked. "We had given up on getting our hands on you. I guess everything turned out well in the end," he says, and we all laugh. I find myself hoping for Diana and Becca to join me on the floor, and as expected, they quickly do. Diana puts the diamond on the coffee table nearby and joins Becca, both kneeling on each side of me, looking up at our master. "Jesus, this is never going to get old," he exclaims. I can't agree more! The three of us look like such hot sluts, begging for our master to use us!

"Please, use our mouths, master," we all say at the same time before giggling at our synchronicity.

"With pleasure," Sam replies, and we all lean forward, our lips and tongues working on his shaft. We start kissing each other around it, licking up and down his length, worshiping his manhood with our tongues and mouths. I'm so turned on I could cum just from blowing him! The man groans and moans, grabbing my hair and pulling my head toward him until I take his cock inside my mouth, then letting go to pull Becca and then Diana toward him, one at a time.

I'm in the middle of slurping on his cock when I notice Peter making his way inside the house from the backdoor behind my new master. For a second, I freeze as we stare at each other, afraid the girls and I may blow his cover. But I quickly resume my blowjob when I realize he's in the clear. I chuckle silently. If I'm right, since we can only feel what Sam feels, and he's too busy enjoying us to notice Peter, we won't acknowledge him even though he's here. Besides, he's probably close enough to us for his own desires to weigh in the balance, so to speak. Our lack of reaction as he moves through the living room seems to prove it further.

My former master quietly makes his way to the coffee table and extends a hand to grab the diamond. I almost gasp, realizing how risky it is for him to touch it directly. I keep bobbing my head nonetheless and relax when he shakes his head and decides to use his sleeve to pick it up. Sam has no idea what's about to happen to him, and without him aware of the danger, I can tell the girls and I are suddenly rooting for the other side, smirking in anticipation as we keep servicing our new master's cock. Sam is so careless, isn't he? Leaving the diamond on the coffee table, in plain sight and within Peter's reach, keeping the door unlocked, expecting us dumb sluts to keep him safe... He's asking for it, really. He deserves to lose the diamond, and us.

Before we can finish the job, Sam gasps as Peter presses the diamond against the back of his neck and steps back. Did it work?! Does it even work on guys?! We all look up at him as he frowns. For a while, nothing happens; the guy just stares down at us, a confused look on his face. Then, all of a sudden, he opens his mouth. "Did it work?" he asks, and I feel myself, Diana, and Becca all sigh in relief at the same time. It worked, yes! Even Sam is sighing in relief, chuckling. "Okay, yeah... I guess I'm yours." He nods, looking at Peter. We all frown, finding it far less arousing for Peter to own Sam than it was for him to own us. "I mean... Not like that!" he adds quickly. "But I guess I can be useful?"

"Oh, I know you can," Peter confirms, smirking, slipping the diamond in his pocket, wrapped in tissue. "Let's see..." he trails off. I suddenly wonder what Sam has been up to since he left me alone with Becca a week ago.

"So... I guess you'd like to hear the whole story, huh?" Sam asks, looking at Peter. Our master nods. "Right. So, when Becca showed up, interrupting my blowjob with your little slut here," he gestures toward me, "I panicked and left. I thought about using it on Diana, my ex," he continues, pointing at the other girl, "and for a while, it worked. I kept her locked in the house, used her for my own enjoyment, made her suck my dick, fucked her ass, all the good stuff, right?" Peter chuckles at that. "But Becca was trying to find me after she lost Lily. It took her a few days, but she eventually figured out where I was, heard about Diana. She showed up and tried to stop me. She almost did..." he trails off and looks at our roommate, mirroring Peter's curious gaze.

"This fucking idiot didn't hide the diamond properly," she explains, rolling her eyes.

"Seems like I'm pretty bad at that, huh?" Sam adds, smiling. "I'm not the brightest tool in the shed, I guess..."

"Anyway," Becca goes on, "I tried to take it and get rid of it, and I tried to flee with Diana, but the fucker got closer, and she stole the diamond back and used it on me."

"And that's how I got two bitches for the price of one," Sam concludes proudly.

Peter shrugs, still smirking. "I guess that's how I got three for the price of one, then," he replies, gesturing at us.

"You could say that," Sam laughs with us. "Good job then." That's at least one thing Peter was good for, I think to myself