Tom began to take his shirt off, then paused. His smirk deepened.
"Undress me, slave."
"Yes master!"
Eagerly Lee moved over. With practiced, sensual touch she removed his shirt, then stroked down his chest -- flat with a light dusting of black fuzz - as though he were Adonis. She undid his fly, pulling down shorts and briefs while going into a crouch, and nuzzling into his average package.
"May I?" she asked coyly, looking up past his throbbing cock.
"Yes?" answered Tom. Lusty as he was, he couldn't quite keep up with the pleasure slave he had created.
But Lee quickly informed him of her intent as she licked along his shaft, and sucked off the pre that had collected at the tip. Her moan of satisfaction clashed with Tom's startled cry of pleasure.
"Ah -- slave," he gasped. "Not -- I want -- that's nice, but let's take it to the bedroom."
"Yes master," she said, mostly managing to hide her disappointment.
"Stand up."
As soon as she did so Tom scooped her into his arms. He staggered a bit -- not being the most muscular guy -- but Lee now weighed rather less than Brad had, and she knew exactly how to drape herself to make the burden easier. So Tom was just able to carry her-- giggling and caressing his chest the while -- into her own bedroom.
He noticed as he did so that nothing else of Brad's had changed. Seeing the posters and pictures of his friend gave him a twinge of guilt. But the thirsty smile of the girl in his arms quickly banished such feeble thoughts.
Gratefully he laid her on the bed and stretched. "Time for me to return the favour..." He crawled on top of her, and undid her bra. Marveling, he ran his hands over female breasts for the first time. Momentarily he forgot everything in the sheer beauty of the pale, smooth curves; the plump nubs capping them, encircled by aureolae like pink haloes.
Then he moved down to her panties...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Destiny smirked as she opened the front door. She couldn't quite remember leaving the house; but obviously the dumb boys hadn't locked it after her. A quick scan of the living room showed two very important things.
First, confirmation of what she had seen through the window -- that neither boy was present.
Second: the golden coin on its chain.
It lay unattended on a coffee table, where Tom had forgotten it in his haste to bed his new girl. Destiny stalked over to the object and picked it up. Never letting you go again, she promised it silently.
Swinging it in an idle loop, she then set about looking for the two boys who had messed with her. It didn't take her long to find... one of them. Following the sounds of moans and wet smacks, she came to a half-closed door. Pushing it open revealed the boy she'd inadvertently hypnotised into telling her the truth... balls deep in some strange girl.
Where's the other one? She glanced over her shoulder, half-afraid of being attacked from behind. But no, they're not expecting me, and the other one wouldn't leave with pussy in the offing... wait...
A scowl overtook her face as she looked back to the rutting couple. Don't tell me... Well, she'd soon know for sure.
"Hey, motherfucker," she called amiably in her Anglo-Indian accent. "Guess who's back."
Tom froze at the sound of the familiar voice, making Lee whine in need.
"That's right, your Destiny. And I've got something to show you."
Without thinking Tom looked to the door, and was instantly mesmerised by the coin swinging from the stripper's manicured fingers. Lee, too, was ensnared, her pout at the interruption turning to blank fascination.
"Seems I got your attention," Destiny purred.
"Now, what to do with you..."