The mansion was enormous. I walked up to the door, and it opened before I knocked. I was invited in by an incredibly gorgeous brunette in a tight, black mini dress and heels.

“Please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”

“Excellent. My name is-“

“D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”

She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting that was easy on the eyes.

“I am the doorkeeper, among other things, but you may call me whatever you want, D.”

The doorkeeper was easy on the eyes, too. She had thick, wild-looking, but perfectly styled dark hair to her shoulders, which were bare as her dress design was composed to expose them. Her skin had the glow of perfection, and her graceful neck rose up to a face so seductively lovely that it could have, indeed, launched a thousand ships beyond the stars.

Her blue eyes sparkled when she looked at me and said, “May I please begin to fondle your penis?”

“Absolutely!” I said. “But just through my pants. Don’t take it out yet.”

She started to caress the outline of my dick, massaging the growing shaft with one hand and lightly teasing the head with the fingernails of her other hand.

“Does that feel good, D?”

I groaned a muffled “mm-hmm.”

“You can feel me up anywhere, D. I’ll keep playing with your penis.”

My cock was throbbing to her play, and the full 9” was straining against my pants. I grabbed her tits, feeling the firmness of her nipples getting hard. It was apparent her mamms were not restrained by bra cups under her low cut dress. Her cleavage was deep, and she had to be at least a 36 d cup. I couldn’t stop staring at that cleavage, though.

She noticed, and said, “It’s alright, you know,” reassuring me that I was doing nothing wrong by ogling her beautiful tits. “You can look as much as you want. And play with them as much as you want. You can feel me up anywhere. My ass, my cunt, anything to stimulate you.”

I groaned again at her horny talk, she was as dirty as she was beautiful. I could feel pre cum leaking from my cock. I reached around her with one arm and slipped my hand under the back of her dress to grab her rear, which was, happily, naked under her clothes. No panties.

“Would you like to begin to program your preferences now, D? There are 49 more sluts in the mansion, and you should have them the way you want them.”

“Sure,” I managed to reply, through the expanding fog of lust in which I now found myself. “What do I need to do?”

“It’s really quite simple,” the doorkeeper said, never stopping her delicious, teasing cock massage. She led me to a small console where there was an ordinary keypad and a small flatscreen against the wall of the foyer.

When we were standing in front of it, she said, “Touch any key to start, and just follow the instructions on the screen. It’s intuitive and will learn as you use it. May I suck your cock while you set your preferences?”

I touched a key and the screen lit up just like she said. I was now seeing a variety of menus onscreen. “Yes, doorkeeper. Blow me and make it good.”

She shimmied to her knees, her perfect body rubbing me on her way down...