Laundry Elves

They didn’t even notice me entering the room. Their naked bodies rubbed against each other as they continued to make out. I couldn’t stop staring at their ears. The peaks could easily be 2 inches past where a normal ear would’ve stopped. I crouched down next to the still oblivious girls, noticing the familiar tattoo on the ass. They can’t be real, right? I pinched the ear of the top girl, they’re definitely real. She moaned out loudly arching her back as I tugged on the fantastical ear. With their lips parted, they finally noticed me. The blonde elf on bottom took hold of the back of my neck pulling me down to her level. She kissed me, brushing my newly pink hair aside.

With her ear released, the brunette kissed my neck. I was surprised by the shove, but with only the one hand to support I easily fell to the side. I heard the slap of my left arm hitting the floor, before two hungry elves were on top of me. Their hands explored my body, teasing my nipples and caressing my sides. I kissed one, until the other pulled my face aside to her. I went back and forth between the two, reveling in the intimate moment. Are their ears because of the ring? Because of me? I was still skeptical to believe in a magic ring, but the more I thought about it the more it seemed to be the only ‘reasonable’ answer.

My good hand brushed through the blonde elf’s hair, she whimpered as my hand tickled her ear. An impish urge crossed my mind, and I grabbed hold of her ear. She moaned in ecstasy, the other elf took the opportunity the broken kiss made to claim my mouth as her own. The blonde melted in my hand, her body shaking against mine. I could feel her fluids leaking out onto my thigh. I massaged the excess ear between my fingers, using a loose finger to flick the tip. A couple fingers found their way to my crotch, I couldn’t even tell whose fingers they were.

The blonde collapsed to my side, had I really brought her to orgasm from nothing but an ear massage? I could hear her panting to our side, the brunette still hungrily devouring my face. With one elf down, I could easily guess whose fingers were pleasuring me. With my only working hand free, I laced my fingers in her hair pulling her away. I leaned in running my tongue along the outer ridge of her obviously sensitive ear. Her whole body shook, and her moans would likely wake the sleeping masses when I sucked the tip into my mouth. My tongue danced across her folds, as I rode her hand to my own ends.

With one ear between my teeth, I released her hair to find the other ear. I thought she might explode the second I touched it. Her finger movements growing erratic and as she frantically humped my leg. I wasn’t sure what to do, but she seemed to be enjoying it in spite of my ignorance. Her fingers pumped inside of me, while I rubbed myself against her palm. Her back arched pulling her ears from my grasps. My own orgasm quickly followed, my pussy squeezing around her fingers. Her chest pushed out in front of me as her back arched, I latched on sucking at her little pink nipple. She collapsed back into me, breathing heavy as she laid on top of me.

I was tempted to stay laying there forever but I knew I needed to figure out what was going on. It couldn’t be good for my arm to be this way. I squirmed under the exhausted elf, managing to slip out from under her. She rolled into the arms of the other elf, the two cuddled together resting for the moment. Once I was back on my feet, I looked down at the two elves. It was hard to believe that despite my day just starting I’ve already slept with three different women. My bisexuality usually leaned towards men, with lesbian encounters being uncommon in my sex life. My urges usually came and passed as I indulged my desires. But now all I could think about was taking the elves again, or perhaps returning to Ms. Devi, or even dragging the beautiful CEO into the elfish encounter. “will develop a strong carnal lust for women,” the words danced around my head.

Where had I heard those words? I racked my brain until I realized their origin. The home intruder from yesterday! Could she be related to all of this? She did break in right after I put on the ring. What did she say? Now that I thought back on it, she did say ring a lot. I just assumed she saw me pick it up, and was trying to rob me. Could the crazy white-haired homeless lady actually have some magical connection to the ring? Looking down at the content elves with “Bobbi’s Bitch” tattooed across their respective behinds, it wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen to me today.

I looked through the clothing selection. Plenty of skirts and dresses, the only pants being yoga pants but they all had the crotch ripped out of them. I couldn’t find any bras or panties among the mishmash wardrobe. Looking the shirts, all of the blouses were missing several buttons and all the other tops were very low cut giving ready access to the goods. It became apparent that the only clothes that survived the night were the clothes that wouldn’t impede any sexual advances, the more concealing garments were probably left at the wayside. I settled on a blue skirt that hung mid way down my thighs, and a crop top that barely concealed my newly endowed chest. I had originally found a cute halter top, but I couldn’t retie the strap with only one hand.

“Here’s the sling, Mistress Bobbi,” Ms. Devi said as I returned to the kitchen. Hot damn, I desperately wanted to take her again, then and there, lay her out on the kitchen island and suck on her stiff brown nipples. She was now cooking breakfast for a couple newly awakened ladies. Some of them were picking at the food in front of them, while others were caressing each other waiting for a plate. I grabbed the sling, sliding it over my limp arm and throwing the strap over my shoulder. I felt more secure knowing that I would accidentally hurt my arm any further by slamming it into anything.

With my slow acceptance of the ring being magic, I started to have doubts about asking a doctor to check out my arm. Finding the white-haired woman would probably be my best course of action. The only problem was I didn’t know where to find her. I dug my phone out of my purse, maybe Haley would be able to remember something from last night. That figured, my phone was dead.

I looked out the windows that made up the back wall of the large living space. The spacious backyard reminded me of my poor plants living in my tiny apartment. If I couldn’t find the chain-clad chick or call Haley, perhaps it would be a decent idea to grab some things from my apartment. I wouldn’t be able to take my plants on public transport though, so they’d have to wait. But some extra clothes, my toothbrush, and other necessities would be nice to have in MY new house. I stepped up behind Ms. Devi fighting every instinct I had to not devour her again, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab some things from my place.” I kissed her neck before walking towards the door.

“The car keys are in the garage,” Ms. Devi called after me. That’s right! Ms. Devi was a wealthy lady who would obviously have a car. Maybe I could get my plants after all! I opened the door to the garage. Hot damn! The garage was bigger than my entire apartment, cars parked in rows of various makes and models. I was tempted to take the cherry red sports car, but the SUV would have more space for my plants. Later, I would have plenty of time to have fun in the sports cars, they were mine after all.