The Dollhouse

Hannah sat on the loveseat in Amelia's office with her hands in her lap and her ankles crossed. Amelia had offered her a cup of tea, but Hannah was too nervous to drink it, so it sat, cooling, on the end table next to the loveseat. John sat opposite Hannah, in the chair. He let his eyes rove over her body, drinking in her loveliness.

God, she looks so fuckable in that dress.

Hannah was still wearing the dress that John had bought her to fuck her father in. And the tights -- Oh, those tights. -- with their lacy, flowery pattern that crawled its way up her shapely calves and thighs. He'd watched Becky kiss those thighs and bury her face between them not moments before, and he yearned to do that himself soon.

Amelia sat at the desk reviewing the application Hannah had filled out. She cleared her throat, just as Hannah glanced up at John to catch him leering at her legs. It was hard to pull her eyes away from John, but she forced herself to, fighting the swirl of pheromonal lust that clouded her reason and made her want to jump him right now.

"Thank you for your patience with these formalities, Hannah," Amelia said, laying the sheet of paper down and looking up to smile at Hannah. "You must understand that we have to be very careful not to rock the boat when it comes to hiring staff at a facility like this."

"Of course," Hannah said. "I'm just excited... that you're considering me. If it weren't for you and John, I don't know where I'd go right now."

"We don't want you to go anywhere, Dear," Amelia reassured her. "You hit it off with Becky, I presume?"

Hannah blushed, thinking about the scene that had just played out less than a half an hour before, when she watched John spank Becky's bare ass and even -- I can't believe I did that -- fingered Becky's pussy and spanked the girl herself.

"Yeah, that was... whew, um..." Hannah realized that she didn't even know what to think about what she'd just done, much less what to say about it.

"You just lost your virginity yesterday," Amelia began, "and today you spanked another girl, fingered her twat, received cunnilingus from her while John fucked her from behind, and then you licked John's cum from her. On top of that, you actively encouraged John to have sex with a fourteen-year-old girl that you had every reason to believe was his own flesh and blood. Despite your lack of experience with sex prior to the past few days, I would say that you are a perfect fit for what we do here at the Dollhouse."

Hannah bit her lip and blinked at Amelia. She didn't know what to say to that other than, "Uh, thanks?"

"Are you in love with John?" Amelia asked her.

Hannah looked down, incredulous. She couldn't believe that she'd asked that question. What kind of interview is this where... She looked up at John and saw him smiling at her kindly, and she knew. There was no denying it and no sense hiding it.

"Is it that obvious?" Hannah asked, finding her breath becoming more shallow with the way John was looking at her.

Amelia chuckled, drawing Hannah's attention back to her.

"I merely ask because, as I hope John has explained, sex is not your usual affair here within these walls. If you want this job so that you can have John as your boyfriend, then I'm afraid this may be a difficult position for you," Amelia explained. "You see, I hired John to fuck our clients, our girls. If there is any kind of jealousy here, it will upset the entire balance of the house."

Hannah looked at Amelia for a moment, appraising her.

"How do you do it? I mean, you're in love with him too, right? How do you keep from feeling jealous when he... puts his dick in Penelope or... kisses Becky?" Hannah asked.

Amelia cocked one eyebrow as she considered Hannah's question.

"That is a very astute inquiry," she replied. "The secret, for me, is to remember that I am these girls' Mummy. As their Mummy, or Mommy as you say here in the States, it is my job to see them happy. Instead of feeling jealous about the joy they receive in life, I should be celebrating that joy with them. Even when the joy comes from my lover pleasuring them sexually. It's called 'compersion'."

"Compersion," Hannah muttered, trying the word out.

"It means taking pleasure in other people's pleasure," Amelia explained. "It was coined by the polyamorists. People who practice a form of love that is as strong and binding as monogamy, but connected with multiple people. It literally means 'loving many', and that's what it boils down to, but with the emphasis on the 'love'. And practicing polyamory requires absolute honesty between all parties involved."

Amelia folded her hands on the desk and gazed at Hannah as her words sank in.

"That sounds... complicated and... I don't know. It makes sense, I guess," Hannah mused.

"How did you feel when you watched John and Becky?" Amelia asked.

"Turned on. It was sexy. Like porn that was happening right in front of me. Like porn that I got to participate in."

"Are you a fan of pornography?" Amelia asked.

Hannah blushed and looked down. "Well, I was a virgin until yesterday, so, yeah. I mean, I have needs. I just couldn't share them with anybody. So I... "

"You don't have to explain yourself, dear," Amelia interrupted her. "I appreciate the art form myself. I often view it, from a clinical perspective, trying to learn new ways to bring pleasure to my little girls. I simply ask because I know you come from a religious background, and I wanted to gauge whether you have guilt associated with your indulgence or not."

Hannah chuckled. "Yeah, I used to. I think I've worked through all of that, though."

"So, you don't feel guilty about anything you did today? That was a big step, engaging in same-sex activities and sadism. What would your father think?"

Hannah's lips drew into a thin line, and her eyes narrowed.

"I don't care what my father thinks," she said.

"Did you do it to spite him?" Amelia asked.

Hannah was taken aback for a moment.

"No," she said, realizing it as she said it. "I did it because... because Becky is hot, and I was turned on, and I trust John..." she glanced at him "...even when he is smacking a teenager on the ass. And because it made me wet, and her pussy was so pretty that I just wanted to stick my fingers in her and see if she felt the same way inside that I do. And..." she smiled to herself "... and I like Becky. She's fun. And sexy. And pushy. And all of that turned me on."

Amelia smiled. She stood up from her desk and walked around it to sit on the front edge.

"I apologize for the inquisition, Hannah," she said. "I needed to test your motivation to see how well you are going to fit in here. This can be a trying place. Your emotions will go in a million directions. I need to know that you can handle it."

Hannah smiled at Amelia. "I want to handle it."

"You're quite mature for eighteen," Amelia commented. "Which is lucky for me, as I need someone with your kind of maturity. Now, let's talk about your duties here."

"Is that it?" Hannah asked eagerly. "Do I get the job?"

"Well, let me explain it to you, and you can tell me whether you want it or not," Amelia said.

Hannah nodded, excitedly.

"John and I are the counselors here, and I am the head counselor. All decisions I make regarding this house are final. If I tell you to do something, no matter how ridiculous it may sound to you, I need to know that you will complete it as instructed without question."

"Okay," Hannah agreed.

"That being said, many of the things we need from you will be quite mundane. There will be household chores such as grocery shopping, preparing meals, organizing cleaning schedules for the girls to do laundry and housework. There will also be administrative work associated with filing and documentation of our therapy sessions. On paper, your title will be that of a psychiatric technician. You will be privy to all of the girls' therapy and allowed to read their charts, but you will not make any decisions regarding the overall course of that therapy."

Hannah nodded.

"But in practice, you will serve a role much more comparable to an au pair, simply helping to make our daily lives easier. Additionally, as John and I also instruct the girls in their schooling, you will be a teaching assistant as well."

"Cool," Hannah said, feeling excited about the opportunities.

"Now finally..." Amelia said, moving to sit next to Hannah on the loveseat, "...John tells me that you are a skilled pianist."

"Oh," Hannah blushed. "I don't... I mean, I play, but... I wouldn't call myself 'skilled'."

"On the contrary, from what John described, you are amazing. If I were to bring a piano into the house, how would you feel about teaching music to the girls?"

Hannah gaped at Amelia. "Teach?"

"Yes. If you are willing. Sadly, the girls' education is entirely lacking in the arts at the moment. I was hoping that you would be able to change that. If you are willing, then you will receive an increase in salary, a bonus, if you will, for the hours you teach music."

"Wow," Hannah gushed. "Yes! Yeah, I'd like that."

"Excellent. Then it's settled. I need you to sign some paperwork that will make you a therapeutic agent as far as the government is concerned and will allow you to engage in sexual therapy with minors. And just so you know, I consider all consensual acts with the girls to be therapeutic. So, if for example, Penelope were to ask you to engage in cunnilingus with her, then you needn't ask my permission before doing so."

Hannah smiled.

"Doctor Winters will be here early tomorrow morning to examine you. After she gives the green light, then you may also engage in vaginal intercourse with John."

Hannah sighed, looking at John.

"It won't make you jealous if I... fuck him?" she asked, leering at the erection in his slacks before looking at Amelia for an answer.

"I both love and trust John, darling," Amelia said, laying a hand on Hannah's knee. "I can see the lust that you both have for each other, and I encourage you to explore it. And I hope that at some point you will let me join you."

Hannah breathed heavily, looking from Amelia to John and back.

"So, if like... I mean, right now, if I wanted... you to..."

Amelia leaned in close to Hannah and whispered, "Tell me what you would like, Darling."

"It's just that I promised John that... he could watch me take my stockings off. And I want him to... And I want you to watch too."

"That sounds lovely," Amelia replied.

"And then..." Hannah continued, "...I liked that thing we did with Becky," she said, looking at John, "where she ate my pussy while you... fucked her." She turned to Amelia and said, "And I want to do that with you."

Amelia smiled. "Well, let's sign the paperwork first so that we don't forget, because I'm afraid that what you have in mind will be quite distracting."

Amelia stood, picked up the paper and a pen and handed it to Hannah. The girl signed it quickly and then took a deep breath. Amelia sat down next to Hannah again so that she could watch.

John stood up and walked over to the loveseat in front of Hannah. Her brown eyes were so warm and soft as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Her lips were parted, panting in expectation. John knelt down in front of her and laid his hand on her thighs just above her knees. He slowly ran his fingertips down the length of her legs, savoring the silky texture of her stockings. When he reached her feet, he unfastened the ankles straps on her black pumps, one at a time, and slipped them off her feet.

"What lovely shoes," Amelia commented. "Did our John purchase those for you as well?"

"Our John?" Hannah asked breathlessly.

Amelia lightly turned Hannah's face to hers and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Yes, our John, Darling. Yours and mine. The man we are about to share."

Hannah whimpered, and Amelias kissed her again, this time with parted lips and gently probing tongue.

John picked up her shoes by the ankle straps, dangling them from his finger as he sat back down in the chair to watch. Blood swelled his cock as he watched Amelia kiss Hannah. The woman's fingers danced lightly around the girl's throat, grazing her collar bone, dropping down her sternum to where her cleavage peeked out of the top of her dress, and then back up to her chin. When Amelia broke the kiss and rested her forehead on the girl's, Hannah was breathless.

"You two are so beautiful together," John commented.

Hannah and Amelia turned their heads to look at John simultaneously, keeping their foreheads together.

"Take your cock out of your pants, John," Amelia said. "Show Hannah what she has in store for her tomorrow if all goes well."

"I've seen his cock. I sucked him off on the way here in the car," Hannah said. "But I want to see it again. Will you... stroke yourself for me? For us?"

John dropped Hannah's shoes to the floor and unzipped his slacks. When he pulled out his already erect penis, Hannah sucked in her breath.

"I knew it was big, but I didn't realized it was that big," she gasped.

Hannah's compliment thrilled John. He smiled and began to stroke himself, pumping his fist up and down along his shaft as he watched Hannah's gaze. She watched with rapt attention, licking her lips.

"Unbutton the top of your dress," John suggested.

Hannah's fingers moved up to her buttons, unfastening them as she continued to watch John. She slipped the dress straps over her shoulders, revealing her black, lacy bra.

"Let's get this off of you too, shall we?" said Amelia, reaching over to unfasten the bra's clasp between her breasts.

Hannah took a deep breath as Amelia freed her breasts and then squeezed each one in turn.

"You have lovely breasts," the woman told her.

"Will you take your top off too?" Hannah asked her.

"For a kiss," Amelia replied.

Hannah reached up to cradle Amelia's cheek and leaned in to kiss her. John could see Hannah's tongue slip into Amelia's mouth, and he stroked himself more vigorously. Amelia unbuttoned her blouse as Hannah continued to make out with her. She could feel the fervor in Hannah's lips, and the two of them gasped for breath. Hannah helped push Amelia's blouse down over her shoulders. Amelia reached behind herself and unclasped her own bra, and shortly both women were exposed from the waist up.

"They're pretty," Hannah said, letting her hand drift down from Amelia's cheek to her chest.

"They're yours, Darling," Amelia told her. "To do anything you like."

Hannah's mouth was soon around one of Amelia's areolas, sucking it in, as she pawed at Amelia's breast with her other hand. John groaned at the sight of the eighteen-year-old girl tasting a woman's tit for the first time. Amelia leaned her head back, pushed her breasts out and cradled the back of Hannah's head with her hand as the girl nursed at her.

"Oh, Hannah," Amelia crooned, "you have quite an appetite, don't you?"

"Mmmm," Hannah replied, letting Amelia's nipple slip out of her mouth with a plop. "They're just so pretty and soft."

Amelia leaned over an sampled Hannah's breast, licking her nipple to erection before sucking it between her lips.

"Unh," Hannah gasped.

"Do you feel it between your legs?" John asked, still stroking his cock as he watch the women suckle each other.

Hannah nodded.

"Are your panties getting wet?" he asked.

She nodded again.

"Take them off for me," John ordered.

Amelia leaned back to watch as Hannah quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Amelia's hand moved up the girl's thigh to cup her warm sex. She slipped her finger up and down Hannah's cleft, pushing it between her labia.

"Our little girl is soaking wet, John?" Amelia said, pushing her finger into Hannah's pussy.

"Ohhhhhh," Hannah whimpered.

"I want to taste you, Hannah," Amelia said as she slowly fucked Hannah's hole with her finger.

"Yes. Please. Oh, please. I want you to eat my pussy." Hannah begged.

Amelia slipped off the loveseat and crawled between Hannah's legs, pushing them wide open as she licked up the length of Hannah's slit.

"Oh, god," Hannah gasped.

John's view of Hannah's pussy was blocked by the back of Amelia's head, but from the motions, he could tell Amelia was enjoying herself there. It wasn't long before Hannah was panting hard and grabbing fistfuls of Amelia's hair.

John got down on his knees behind Amelia and pushed her skirt up over her ass. He pulled her panties halfway down her thighs and began to rub his cock up and down her slit, coating it with his precum, before he pushed himself into the woman. Amelia moaned into Hannah's pussy, and the vibration caused the girl to jump.

"Is this what you wanted?" John asked as he began fucking Amelia with long, hard strokes, shoving her face into Hannah's cunt with each thrust.

"Yes!" the girl gasped. "Oh, god, yes!"

Hannah was panting hard, grabbing at Amelia's hair, groping her own breast as the woman's skillful tongue brought her to an orgasm.

Hannah was screaming out in ecstasy, "Oh, god, fuck, yes, yes, fuck," when the door to the office opened, and Penelope walked in. The girl stopped when she saw the threesome fucking.

"Close the door, Penelope," John said calmly as he continued to fuck Amelia's pussy. "And have a seat next to Hannah if you like."

Penelope closed the door and sat down next to Hannah as the eighteen-year-old's orgasm peaked. She reached over and rubbed Hannah's breast. When Hannah opened her eyes again and saw Penelope there, she grabbed the girl's face and brought her mouth to her own.

"Mommy is good at making girls cum," Penelope said when Hannah finally let go of her face.

"Fuck yes," was all Hannah could say.

"You look pretty in that dress," Penelope told her, and it brought tears Hannah's eyes.

"Not as pretty as you," Hannah said.

Amelia moaned into Hannah's pussy as John's cock began to push her to a climax.

"Mommy and Daddy are about to cum," Penelope told her as she pulled her own panties down and began to rub herself, watching John fuck Amelia from behind.

Amelia cried out and then pushed herself away from Hannah's twat. "Get down on your knees with me, girls," Amelia said, and she turned around to suck on John's cock.

John stood up, and Hannah got down on one side of him, and Penelope got down on the other with Amelia in between them. She stroked John's cock and then offered it to Hannah to suck for a few strokes before offering it to Penelope as well. Then she stroked him until he shot a hot blast of cum across her face. She guided his dick toward Hannah and Penelope's open mouths, stroking him as he shot across their lips and tongues. Hannah grabbed John's dick and sucked it as he finished squirting his load. She looked up at him with an open mouth full of his cum before swallowing and showing him her empty mouth.

Amelia stood and kissed John who then licked his cum from her face while Hannah and Penelope cleaned each other off.

"She's an amazing little cumslut," John crooned, looking down at Hannah licking his cum of Penelope's thirteen-year-old face.

"That she is," Amelia agreed. "And a most welcome addition to our home."

John held Amelia's face in his hands and kissed her. "As soon as the doctor clears her, I'm going to fuck her, Amelia."

Amelia smiled and moaned. "I expect nothing less, my love."

"Promise, Daddy," Hannah asked at his knees as Penelope licked his cum from her face.

"With all my heart," John replied. "By the way, that was really sexy the way you showed me my cum before you swallowed it. Where did a girl who was a virgin until yesterday learn a trick like that?"

"I told you guys," Hannah replied, "I'm a big fan of porn."

Penelope giggled and pushed Hannah down onto the floor where the two girls kissed. John and Amelia stood over them, watching.

"She's going to do just fine here," John commented.