Jake leaned back in his chair and stared at the two naked women standing in front of him. Sarah and Mia knew the drill by now. Every Friday night he picked their outfits down to the last detail, and they wore exactly what he said or they got nothing at all.
“Sarah, black micro skirt, the one that barely covers your ass. No panties. White tank top, no bra. Heels. Mia, red thong only under that sheer black dress.
Push-up bra so your tits look ready to spill out. Both of you, red lipstick and hair up.”
The girls moved without argument. Sarah stepped into the tiny skirt first, tugging it down until the hem sat just below her cheeks. The white tank clung tight across her nipples, which were already stiff from the cool air and the knowledge that Jake was watching every inch. Mia slid the red thong up her legs, the thin string disappearing between her ass cheeks, then pulled the sheer dress over it. The fabric did nothing to hide the thong or the bra pushing her breasts high and tight.
Jake stood and walked a slow circle around them. He hooked a finger under Sarah’s skirt and lifted it an inch. “Bend over the table.” She did it at once, palms flat, ass up. He ran his hand over her bare cunt, two fingers sliding between her lips. “Already wet. Good girl.” He gave her a sharp slap on the ass, then turned to Mia. “Lift the dress. Show me the thong.”
Mia pulled the hem up to her waist. Jake traced the thin red string with one finger, then pressed it aside and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. Mia gasped but stayed still. He pumped them a few times, then pulled out and wiped his fingers on her thigh.
“Both of you are going to the club like this. No fixing your clothes. No crossing your legs. When I tell you to bend over or spread, you do it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” they answered together.
At the club Jake kept them close. He ordered drinks and made them stand while he sat, their short skirts riding up every time they shifted. When the music got louder he pulled Sarah onto his lap, one hand under her skirt, fingers buried in her cunt while the other hand rested on Mia’s thigh. Sarah tried to stay quiet but a low moan slipped out when he rubbed her clit in tight circles.
“Quiet,” he said against her ear. “Or I’ll make you come right here where everyone can see.”
He kept her on the edge for twenty minutes, then sent both girls to the bathroom with new instructions. “Take the thong off, Mia. Give it to Sarah. She wears it in her mouth until we get home.”
They came back flushed. Sarah’s mouth was stuffed with red fabric, the strings hanging from the corner of her lips. Jake smiled, paid the tab, and drove them straight home.
The moment the door shut he barked new orders. “Skirts off. Tops off. Both of you on the bed, asses up, faces down.”
They stripped fast. Sarah spat the thong onto the floor. Jake kicked their clothes aside and opened his belt. He freed his cock, already hard, and stepped behind Sarah first. He lined up and drove in deep in one thrust, no warning. Sarah cried out into the mattress. He fucked her hard and fast, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching over to slap Mia’s ass.
“Tell me what you’re wearing next time I ask,” he said, voice rough.
“Whatever you say, Sir,” Sarah panted.
He pulled out and moved to Mia, shoving into her just as deep. Mia pushed back against him, greedy for it. Jake alternated between them, using their cunts like they were made for his cock. When he was close he pulled out, made them kneel side by side on the floor, and stroked himself until he came across both their faces and open mouths.
They stayed on their knees, licking their lips clean while he caught his breath.
“Tomorrow night you’re both in nothing but collars and heels,” he said. “Now get cleaned up and back in bed. I’m not done with you yet.”
They stood, legs shaky, and headed for the bathroom. Jake watched their bare asses sway and already started planning the next set of orders.
