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Jay and Carly Bk 2 Ch 2
🕑 Added 2020-05-15 19:46:20 +0000 UTCI'm sure by now you all know me well enough to know when I say, "hopefully by wednesday" what I really meant was "Friday if we're lucky." Well, we were lucky this time. The continuation of the storyline and the beginning of the Miami transition. Jay and Carly's life never seems to have a dull moment.
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And that’s pretty much how the honeymoon went. It was a whole lot of sex for me and denial for Carly. She made it her mission to find as many willing women as possible for me and she did a very good job. Honestly, Carly and Lisa managed to corral so much wanton female flesh that it all blurs together a bit. Between Lisa, Irene and the seemingly never ending parade of women, I felt gloriously drained by the end of the week. Lisa’s bobbing, fiery red hair was the first thing I saw every morning. Her perfect, pouty lips wrapped around my shaft coaxing the first orgasm of every day from me. Watching her then share my load with Carly afterwards is one of those memories that will stay with me till my dying day. Irene was usually joining us before brunch with news of new arrivals to the resort. News she would deliver while riding me to my second orgasm of every day. Her and Carly proved to be a pretty effective team. There were the twins on the third night. The slutty newlywed wife on the fifth night. The mother daughter tandem on the second, fourth and (together) on the sixth night.
On the final day, Carly was looking very nervous. I pulled her into bed with me while Lisa was slurping away at Irene’s widespread pussy.
“What’s wrong, my love?” I asked as I stroked her hair.
“Nothing, Master. It’s been a wonderful week,” she said.
“Are you desperate to cum, slut?” I asked with a smirk as I gave her ass a little smack.
“Yes, Master… but that’s not it.”
“So there is something wrong?” I asked.
“Not really… it’s dumb… It’s just… well… right now you’re at 7 girls and no girlfriends,” she said whispering.
I laughed loudly enough that Lisa briefly looked up before Irene gripped the redheads hair and shoved her back to her dripping cunt. “Are you concerned with who that means would win?”
“Kind of,” she said looking to the side. I slid my fingers down her side and between her legs. Without thinking about it, she spread her legs and my fingers found her moist center.
“God you’re wet. You need to cum so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. Soooo bad,” she said.
“Who wins at seven and zero, babe?”
She laughed, “Nobody, Master. Nobody thought you wouldn’t come back with at least one girlfriend.”
I frowned, “So if I don’t find a girlfriend this week, I don’t have anyone looking for women for me back home? Well that’s just unacceptable, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice filled with mock severity.
Carly pulled off my fingers with a squelching sound and dropped to her knees. Irene and Lisa disentangled themselves and watched us. “Yes, Master. It is unacceptable. I should have warned you of what was at stake, Master. You deserved to know how critical for your future pleasure the successful seduction of an obedient slut girlfriend was, Master. I’m sorry, please punish me for my foolishness, Master.”
As she looked up at me from her knees. Her eyes sparkled with glee at the game being played. Her eyes flicked to the side and I realized exactly what she was doing.
I turned to Irene and Lisa who looked up at me. Their expressions were so different. Neither of them had the love that Carly had in her eyes. A love that I’d only seen in one other woman. Even Louise didn’t manage to look at me in quite the same way that Kyrsten and Carly did. But I found the way that Irene and Lisa looked at me to be almost as intoxicating. Lisa had this look of utter, slavish devotion. She gazed up at me through fiery red bangs with her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. It gave the impression of her as a wanton bimbo just waiting to be given her next sexual instruction.
Irene on the other hand had a glint of intellectual curiosity in her eyes. Of wanting to know more. Eager to know more.
It wasn’t surprising, given what I’d learned about them. Irene had just finished college graduating as salutatorian from Northwestern with degrees in Biomedical Engineering and Mathematical Methods in the Social Sciences (a degree that took her 15 minutes to convince us was a real thing). She was smart, curious, eager to learn. A liked her a lot and so did Carly. In fact, she and Carly would often sit and chat in the corner while I toyed with whatever plaything they’d delivered to me for the evening.
Lisa on the other hand was quite the opposite. It wasn’t that she was dumb. Far from it. She just wasn’t interested in learning new things in the same way Irene was. Her passion lie in pleasing people. When she wasn’t falling all over herself to please me, she was fawning over other guests. I found myself watching her during those interactions and came to realize that the bright, friendly smiles she had weren’t fake. I saw them when she thought nobody was looking. The little wistful smile of a job well done.
I looked at the two of them and Irene was, not surprisingly, the first to speak, “Girlfriends?”
I nodded and sat down between the girls who instantly draped their bodies along either side of mine. Lisa’s breasts enveloped my arm as I laid my hand on her hot, bare thigh. Irene, never on for subtlety, straddled my leg and start slowly riding my thigh as she licked my neck and ear. I explained the bet and what the wager was.
Irene whispered into my ear after I’d finished, “So if one of us becomes your wife wins. But if BOTH of us become your girlfriend then your wife loses and your girlfriend back home wins?”
“Pretty much,” I said with a sigh as Lisa started stroking my cock. I looked Carly in the eyes and she was staring back at me, rubbing her thighs together while her eyes showed only that lust fueled haze that told me she was completely lost to her denied pleasure.
“And what does it mean to be your… girlfriend… Master?” Irene whispered into my ear.
“It… it means we have an ongoing relationship, I suppose. I don’t think the rules were every really spelled out.”
“Master, we decided that the proper thing would simply be to let you decide who is and isn’t a girlfriend. We all agreed that was the right thing to do.”
“Mmmm,” Irene said as she lifted her leg and fully straddled me. Lisa didn’t miss a beat, moving her arm to accommodate the lithe ethnic beauty and holding my shaft, lining it up with the dark, dripping hole between Irene’s legs. Irene sank down on me and both of us groaned in pleasure. Her cunt was so tight as I filled her up, feeling her slickness drip down around me. “Will you make me your girlfriend, Mas… Master?” she asked, the hitch in her voice coming when I flexed myself inside her.
“If that’s what you want, sweetie?” I said as I kissed her neck.
She groaned out loud and threw her head back, “Yesssss,” she said. “And Lisa?”
“If that’s what she wants,” I said, thrusting up into Irene as I picked her up and flipped her onto her back.
Irene looked up at me with wide eyes then spread her legs in that ultimate act of submission that women give a man. Her toes pointed wide as I leaned up and grabbed her ankles. She was symbolically offering herself to me and I was going to absolutely take it. “I guess you lose, Carly.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I’m sure Louise will pick out the very best, most delectable pussy for you, Master.”
I looked down at the dark brown skin of my current conquest and then over at the almost porcelain skin of my other new girlfriend. Lisa was just sitting on the floor, happily watching as I plowed Irene. Having already had two orgasms that morning, it took me awhile to finish for the third time. Based on Irene’s screams and begs, that delay didn’t bother her one bit.
As I lay on the bed, coming down from my high, Carly slid in beside me and gave me a kiss. “I love you, Master,” she whispered sweetly before slowly working her way down my stomach to clean my cock with her perfect mouth.
“Girls, give us a bit. I want to talk to my beautiful blushing bride alone.”
“Yes, Master,” came two chirpy, obedient voices. The voices of two new girlfriends. Girlfriends who lived a world away.
“I like this, Carly,” I said as she continued to suck my cock. No man could be ready for round four that quickly and I was no exception. That didn’t stop Carly from trying to get me ready with her mouth, however. All she did was murmur her agreement as I continued, “I can’t believe what you’ve given me over the past five months. I wake up every day amazed. But I don’t even know what it means to add girlfriends like this. It feels so casual and not really in a good way.”
“Then don’t, Master. Don’t worry about the bet. That’s not important, you know.” She went right back to my cock immediately after finishing her rushed words.
“I know,” I said.
She pulled off again, “But you like them, don’t you?”
“I like all of them. The twins were hot too.”
“They were idiots, Master. You wouldn’t want them as girlfriends and you know it.”
She was right. They’d been sex demons but they weren’t exactly the brightest bulbs in the shed. Trust fund heiresses that were nearly as cliche as something in a bad parody movie. I’d even made sure to email a video of the two of them to Rebekkah so she could see what real bimbos acted like. “What about Sandra and Sadie. The daughter making her mom cum while I plowed her from behind was really hot, wasn’t it?”
“Mmmm… yes, Master. But I don’t think you felt anything for them, did you?” Carly asked, looking up at me with her left eye slightly obscured by the wisps of straight, black hair that fell down across her face.
I shook my head.
“And I KNOW you didn’t feel anything for that slut wife you plowed,” Carly said. That was the one seduction I’d done on my own this week. Carly had feigned annoyance but only because of how it had played out. She and I both knew she loved it every bit as much as the other conquests.
“You’re right. But I sure did love tying you up and making you watch from the closet. Do you remember how wet you were afterwards while you licked up all that spilled cum and cunt juice from the bathroom floor?”
Carly fidgeted and rubbed her thighs together, remembering exactly how turned on she’d been by that. “But do you want to see her again?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
“I didn’t think so, Master. But you feel something for Irene and Lisa. I can tell. Something you wish to explore.”
I nodded.
“Then explore it. Having a girlfriend doesn’t mean you marry her. You don’t have to marry all your sluts, you know.”
“So my new wife says I don’t have to marry every slut girlfriend I fuck?”
Carly smiled and giggled, “Yes, Master. Your new, already bred, Asian fucktoy wife suggests that you only wed women you truly are in love with. But fuck anyone that gets your cock hard and date anyone that you think might be worth dating… Master.”
“God you’re a good wife,” I said and we both laughed. Carly moved up beside me, satisfied that my cock was properly clean.
“I want to be the best wife I can be, Master. Please tell me what you want from me. Never hold back. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”
“I want Louise to be watching every day for the perfect new plaything at her school. And I want Kyrsten to be my fucktoy for the week when I get back. How many orgasms will that take?”
Carly reached beside the bed to the notebook she’d been keeping. She ticked off three more tick marks and turned to me with a sly grin. “Are you SURE that’s what you want, Master? You want Kyrsten to be your toy?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked as her fingers teased my slightly stiffened cock.
“Then I guess we get to deny each other for the day. Because you hit her number with that last fuck of Irene.”
I threw my head back into the pillow and laughed. Carly quickly joined me in filling the room with our personal mirth. I was tempted to ignore the contest but it became a fun little challenge. A reminder of what life was like before Carly. We spent the day actually doing all the touristy things that vacation couples do. We went snorkeling and walked on the beach. We laid next to each other on hammocks and read books. We listened to music and actually went down to the resort restaurant to get the food ourselves for the first time in a week. It wasn’t the simplest thing in the world. Just looking at Carly got me aroused after awhile. But it was surprisingly enjoyable and, frankly, a pretty good reminder that I’d married her for more than just the sex.
At one point, she was off talking to Lisa about something and she must have sensed I was looking at her as she turned shyly and her gaze met mine. I thought about how beautiful she was and how wonderful she was and that’s when the reality really hit me for the first time. I got to spend the rest of my life with Carly Young. No… with Carly Simpson. As if reading my thoughts, Carly blushed slightly and tucked her hair behind her ear. She looked at me with an unspoken question and I simply mouthed, “I love you,” to her. She blew me a quick kiss and returned to her conversation and I went back to eating my meal.
That last day passed and we got into bed early. We were packed for our early (and long) flight and, as I held Carly in my arms, I drifted off to sleep thinking about just how lucky my life had become. My hands rubbed the belly that was only just now beginning to show outwards signs of the baby growing within. We were lucky that Carly wasn’t so far along that she couldn’t travel. Another month or so and the whole honeymoon would have had to have been delayed. But tomorrow we flew back to the states. We still had a couple days of vacation left and we planned on spending it looking at houses in the Keys. Louise had already planned her transfer to Miami and Kyrsten’s move was even easier because it turned out her company desperately wanted to increase sales in South Florida. So really things were starting to look pretty good.
The flight back was uneventful. Well… not exactly uneventful. Carly and I had an unspoken challenge between us to keep ourselves on the edge the whole time. By the time we were back landing in Miami, both of us were in a pretty desperate state. Which is why the last surprise was so special. As we walked out of customs, Kyrsten was standing there holding up a sign that said, “Mr and Mrs Simpson.” She had on the same “sexy chauffer” outfit that Tabitha had worn at my bachelor party and was drawing stares from every passer by, male or female. But my Kyrsten didn’t care. She only had eyes for Carly and I.
As I walked up, she dropped the sign with a clatter and gave me a warm, passionate embrace. Our tongues danced together as we reunited with the need that only true lovers have. When she broke the kiss, she whispered sweetly into me ear, “I heard I won. So I wanted to start being your slave right away.”
I smiled and Kyrsten turned to Carly, giving my wife a kiss every bit as tender and longing as the one she’d just given me. As I watched them, I realized that what had started out as me loving two different women had morphed into a true romance between all three of us with the love between Kyrsten and Carly shining every bit as bright as my love for the two of them. It made me happy to realize that, no matter what, our unconventional family would feel that love together.
Kyrsten seemed completely oblivious to the stares she was getting as she grabbed our bags, “Your car is this way Mr. and Mrs. Simpson.” She led us out to the front, carrying herself like an actual professional driver. It was funny given the tight, short skirt she was wearing and the vest that must have been sewn by the world’s greatest seamstress given the stress that her tits were putting on the thread. If she’d worn a bra, I think the tiny extra layer would have caused the whole thing to burst open.
The black escalade with tinted windows was perfect. Before Kyrsten had even gotten the ignition turned on, Carly was already riding my cock in the back seat. “Oh fuck, Master. Please let me cum. Don’t tease me or make me wait. Just make me cum over and over and over again, Master. God, I need it so bad. Please, Master? Please? I’ve been such a good wife, Master. Please?”
She begged and begged as she rode me. I could see Kyrsten’s grin in the mirror as she stole glances at the two of us as we fucked in the backseat. Part of me wanted to continue Carly’s torment but the much larger part of me wanted to reward her for how perfect she’d been. How perfect she was. “Cum for me, slut,” I whispered.
That’s all it took. She shot off almost instantly, cumming with a force I’d never seen from her. Her pent up arousal, the result of a solid week of near constant edging, burst from her and her cunt juices squirted all over my crotch. I kept fucking her in the backseat for the whole ride out of Miami. It became a personal challenge to myself to see how many times I could get her off before I came.
Four… the answer is four it turns out. I wanted to last longer but I hadn’t cum in over 48 hours. I wasn’t going to last with this hot, slutty Asian girl cumming over and over on my cock in the backseat of a car rented by my slutty slave of a fiancee.
“That looked like a lot of fun,” Kyrsten said, her eyes playful in the driver’s mirror.
“Have you missed it?” I asked.
“I’ve missed you, Master,” she said matter-of-factly. My heart melted at the calm way in which she said it. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to miss me.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I’ve missed you too, lover. We both have.”
Kyrsten had a gentle, full body shudder that rippled through her, causing her large breasts to strain and bounce against the tight fabric fighting to restrain them. “I’ve been looking at houses all week, Master. And I found an agent who has been particularly helpful.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“She knows the area really well and has been very open and understanding about the nature of our… unusual relationship?”
“So I’m not going to get a judgy prude?”
“Not at all, master. Quite the opposite. She’s very free spirited,” Kyrsten said. I could see the lips of her mouth curl ever so slightly.
“What aren’t you telling me, baby?” I asked, “I can tell you’ve got something sneaky up your sleeve.”
“Me, Master?” she asked all full of innocence. “I would NEVER do something sneaky. Especially not something that you might thoroughly enjoy.”
“Uh huh,” I said and turned to Carly, “You know anything about this?” I asked with a smirk.
“Nope. But if Kyrsten thinks you’ll enjoy it then I’m sure you will,” she said before giving me a soft little peck on the cheek.
“You two are going to be the death of me, you know that?”
“You need to start waking up early with me for a couple mile jog on the beach and a swim in the ocean. We could see if we could get fit for a triathlon,” Kyrsten said from the front. I couldn’t see her face to tell if she was joking or not but she sounded dead serious.
Carly’s words came out as a magnified version of my own thoughts, “Ughh… no thanks. I’ll just sleep in and get coffee. You two can get fit together. I’ll just be at home spreading my legs waiting for your return.”
I laughed at the image. Kyrsten and I all sweaty from a morning job stripping off our clothes as we returned home to ravage my first wife. “You know, I wasn’t really into it but Carly makes it sound pretty appealing.”
“Doesn’t she though?” said Kyrsten.
We made small talk for the rest of the trip before both Carly and I found ourselves in stunned silence as we looked out over the bridge taking us into Key Largo. We’d both grown up in central Florida but had never been to the keys. They’re breathtaking. You get used to the muddy touristy beaches but passing down into the islands was like entering a whole other world. The traffic thinned quickly and the white sands and blue oceans were like a reminder of our honeymoon. Carly squeezed my hand and I looked at her. For the first time, I felt like we were genuinely planning the rest of our lives. It hit me for the first time in that moment that this was my wife. My wife.
I leaned over and kissed her gently, “I love you,” I whispered.
Carly smiled at me and leaned across to look out the window, “I love you too, Master. But plenty of time for that later. I want to see!” I joined her in looking out the window as we made the transition over the first bridge.
“It’s more built up than I realized,” I said, noticing the long rows of tightly packed houses.
“In parts. But if you’re willing to go a little further out you can find some really special stuff,” Kyrsten said.
“How much further out?” I asked.
“Louise would have about a 90 minute drive,” Kyrsten said, answering my unvoiced question.
“That’s not too bad,” I said.
“I didn’t think so either. A little annoying but she won’t be making the trip every day. And she’ll always be close enough that if you need a booty call you can make it,” Kyrsten replied.
We pulled into our first stop, a little house on, what was essentially, a private island. That’s where I got my first look at the real estate and our real estate agent. It was pretty clear which was the more spectacular.
Standing in front of a bright yellow sportscar, there stood a gorgeous specimen of womanhood. She had light brown curly hair that contrasted intriguingly with her caramel skin and large pink lips. I couldn’t see her eyes behind the sunglasses but her hourglass figure was unable to hide. She was wearing a business suit that was just a little too tight and a little too revealing to be considered appropriate. But it worked on her. I could see the brown thigh thanks to a nice slit up one side of the skirt. And the heels she was wearing were almost comically impractical for beach sales. She was projecting every bit the image of a powerful real estate woman with all of the sex appeal of a porn star baked in.
“That’s Zedra,” Kyrsten said, pointing unnecessarily. “Did I do a good job?”
“Absolutely,” I said, giving Kyrsten a quick peck on the cheek as we hopped out of the vehicle. I held my hand up for Carly who gently took it and stepped out. Kyrsten was already holding our door, maintaining the game of being our chauffeur.
“Kyrsten, great to see you again. And nice to finally meet the legendary, Jay Simpson and his lovely new bride, Carly.” I couldn’t help but feel like I was being sized up. It wasn’t uncomfortable and Zedra managed not to send off the predatory vibe that a lot of real estate agents had. Nevertheless, I did feel like I was being judged and I couldn’t help but realize that I didn’t want to be found wanting. I took the offered hand and shook it.
“What has Kyrsten been telling you?” I asked casually.
“Not much… just enough to ensure I’m not surprised by her outfit,” she said tactfully as she gestured to where Kyrsten was standing. “By the way, you look smoking hot, K. I’m sure he liked it.”
“I did,” I said at the same time Kyrsten said, “I wasn’t worried.”
We all laughed and Zedra gestured towards the house. “Shall we?”
It turned out to be a lovely property but not quite what we were looking for. It was a little bit worn down and needed a lot of work to fix it up. I liked the idea of a private island like this but Carly didn’t like the fully isolated feeling. “On to option #2?” our agent asked. She seemed all business and I couldn’t help but wonder what Kyrsten thought might happen.
I nodded and we all hopped in our cars and drove to the next stop. We repeated that pattern three more times, each time finding a perfectly lovely option that just wasn’t quite right. I knew this might be a long process so I wasn’t really worried but Carly, who’d never shopped for a home before, seemed despondent.
“I didn’t realize it would be this hard, Master.”
I stroked her silky, thin, black hair and told her, “It’s fine. We might have to look at 15 or 20 homes, you know.”
“Really?” she asked, “That’s not how it is on TV. Look at three houses. Pick one. Bam!” she said, smacking her hands together with a loud clap.
“Easy back there,” Kyrsten said, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to startle the driver?”
“Sorry,” Carly said and leaned up to kiss Kyrsten’s cheek sweetly. “I thought you liked it when I’m loud?”
“Not when I’m driving, bitch,” Kyrsten said with a snicker.
Carly feigned insult but flopped back next to me unphased. “Whatever you want, Master. I want this to be a perfect home for us and I’ll take however long we need to to make that happen.”
Turns out, fifth time is the charm. We stepped out of the SUV and I think all three of us knew this one was a real contender. It was one of only five homes on a long, narrow road leading off Route 1. We were plenty far from the road so road noise wasn’t a problem and we backed up to, essentially, our own private beach as this house was the last of the five on the street. Coming from my tiny apartment, the size was immense. The sheet of paper that Kyrsten had handed me in the car said 5500 square feet but it might as well have been twenty thousand compared to my place in the City. “Holy shit,” I whispered to Carly. She just stared slack jawed and nodded.
Kyrsten came up to the other side of me, “This one was my second favorite,” she said. Kyrsten had REALLY liked the private island that she’d first taken us to.
The house had a tennis court and a basketball court out to the side and a pool in the back. We walked around it and I didn’t see a thing wrong with it. I steeled myself and looked over at Zedra who was watching us smuggly. She knew she’d found a winner. “How much?” I asked.
“They’re asking 3.5,” she said.
“What can you get it down to?” I asked.
She took us inside as we talked. The inside was somehow even nicer than the outside. Everything was new and modern looking. The house had tons of glass and felt very open and inviting as well. “Florida agents work for the deal,” she said.
“What’s that mean?” I asked.
“We’re not supposed to get involved in price haggling,” she said. Something about the way she said it sounded less categorical than the words might otherwise have.
“What are you supposed to do then?”
“Well, my responsibility is to ensure that the deal gets done and all parties are… satisfied.” She walked towards me and now I did feel a little hunted. “So tell me, Jay.” Her voice was a throaty whisper as she stood just inches from me. “What can I do to make this deal happen?”
“I… uh…,” I stammered.
“I REALLY need this deal to happen,” she said. I could feel the heat practically radiating off of her. I looked over at Carly who licked her lips and had a twinkle in her eyes. Kyrsten was watching us with a self-satisfied grin.
“What are you offering, Zedra?” I asked. I felt like there was a game here but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“I’m very desperate, Mr. Simpson. I’ll do ANYTHING to get this deal done. I need that commission, Jay.”
“Your 2%?” I said.
“2%? 3.5% is my going rate, stud.”
“3%, final offer,” I said as I stepped closer. She kissed me suddenly, tongue invading my mouth with lust.
She whispered quietly into my ear, “For three and a quarter, you can have my ass.”
I pulled away and looked at her. Her big pouty lips were pursed together in a grin. I thought for about two seconds before grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around. “Fine… but if I’m paying you a hundred grand…”
“One hundred thirteen thousand seven fifty,” she said smartly.
I smacked her ass, “Whatever. You better be the best whore I’ve ever had,” I said. She groaned as I pulled her dress up revealing a lacy black thong underneath. She moved her ass almost hypnotically as she showed it to me.
“Yeah, stud. Show me what a whore needs to do to earn all that money.”
Kyrsten stepped up and handed me a bottle of lube from her purse. I winked at her and blew her a little kiss and she laughed and gave me a little smack on the butt for encouragement. I didn’t need any more encouragement. I turned my attention back to the gorgeous, caramel ass that was being exposed inch by inch. Zedra was slowly sliding up her too short, too tight skirt revealing the round, plump ass underneath. I wasn’t surprised to see a lack of underwear, nor was I surprised when her well manicured fingers reached back to spread her ass accommodatingly.
“All the white boys like my ass,” she said, sensing that that’s where my fixation lay. It wasn’t a big logical leap. It was the kind of butt that demanded attention. Carly came up behind me and unbuckled my pants. She loved the ritual of all of it. Her, my wife, undressing me so that I could make another conquest. Kyrsten nibbled at my ear and one hand was squeezing her plump tit. The two of them were practically salivating. Cuckqueaning hadn’t been Kyrsten’s kink when we first got together. But she’d taken to it like a fish to water and now seemed almost as into it as Carly was.
“Fuck her good, my master… my husband,” Carly said from behind me before giving Kyrsten a kiss.
“Oh yeah… fuck your whore good you big, rich stud. Get your money’s worth from this whore ass,” Zedra roared with lustful intent.
I walked forward, positioning my cock at the entrance to her tight, brown hole. It flexed at me and gaped slightly, obviously not the first time she’d been taken this way. “You like whoring your body out for money, bitch?”
“Fuck yes. It’s even better when the bastard is an egotistical rich prick fucking my ass for pleasure.”
I smacked her ass. Egotistical? That pissed me off. I didn’t know what I’d done to make her think that but if she wanted an egotistical prick to sodomize her than by God that’s what was going to happen. I pressed the tip into her and snarled into her ear, “Tell me what you want, bitch?”
“Gimme that big white dick, stud!” she urged.
“I can’t hear you, you fucking useless cunt.”
“Your fucking cock… please…,” her voice cracked a little as I slid another couple inches into her. She tried to push back a little but my hands on her back held her in place.
“That’s what I like. A begging whore,” I said. “Beg some more bitch. I like to hear an anal whore beg.”
“Please… Just fucking fuck me. Fill me up… use me… please,” she whimpered. I rewarded her pleas by sliding the rest of my cock into her. Both of us let out a satisfied sigh. I dug my fingers into her soft hips and she squirmed back into me, trying to get every little bit she could in her tight little tushy.
“So you want your ass fucked, Zedra?” I asked as I gripped her hair and pulled it back, forcing her back to arch sexily in front of me.
“Yessss,” she said.
“Good,” I said. I shoved her head down and slammed into her three or four times. She gasped in sheer joy, giving a little squeal of delight as I pounded her thighs into the countertop. No more words were spoken, I hammered her and just focused on two things, how insanely hot and tight her ass felt and how sexy her grunts of pleasure were as I slammed into her.
I pounded into her slick little ass for fifteen or twenty minutes before I felt Carly’s warm, naked body behind me. She wrapped her arms up under mine and across my chest, pressing her hard nipples into my back. “Fill her up baby. Give her that cream that knocked your slut wife up.”
Hearing Carly’s sultry whisper in my ear sent me over the edge. I gripped Zedra’s hips hard and hammered into her again. And again. And one final time, shooting into her ass with a surging cock. Her ass tightened around me as she had her own orgasm and cooed softly while her body spasmed and legs shook behind me. I’d pounded her so hard, her feet were no longer on the floor but just flailing in the air as the pleasure overwhelmed her. It took a minute to catch my breath but eventually I pulled out and Carly knelt at my feet to carefully wash me off with a damp cloth. She was almost reverent as she gently took the now only semi-hard shaft in her hands and delicately cleaned it, sealing the act with a kiss on the tip and a saucy wink up at me.
Zedra, on the other hand, simply reached into her purse and grabbed a large butt plug which she jammed into her slick, stretched ass. “MMm… I love being full of all that delicious white cream,” she said with a grin. “And gettin’ paid to get it? The best.”
Carly rode back with Zedra so the two of them could discuss offer terms for the house. That gave me some much needed alone time with Kyrsten as we drove back to our Miami hotel.
“I’ve missed you,” I said as I looked at her. It’s funny how much you can forget about a person in a week. I took a moment to memorize the couple little freckles on her right cheek and the tiny hint of a dimple that formed as she smiled.
“I missed you too,” she said softly.
“You okay?” I asked, noting a hint of melancholy or sadness.
She nodded and looked at me, “I’m fine. It’s just that my life is now so weird. I’m pining away for a married man and woman. I never thought my heart would be pulled in the directions it’s going.” I took her hand as she continued, “But I’m insanely happy and it’s all so crazy. Part of me is convinced it’ll all come crashing down on me. That I don’t deserve it after everything.”
“Because of the stuff with Jenn’s Dad?” I asked gently.
“No… no… not really that. I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever be fully past that. But it’s part of who I am now and I’m okay with that. No… just, every guy I teased, every girl I stole a boyfriend from, every Roland I infuriated. I’ve been a bitch for most of my life, Jay.”
I squeezed her hand, “You’ve never been a bitch to me. And I don’t know anyone who thinks that. Remember what I said to you months ago? When we first got together?”
She nodded but whispered, “Remind me.”
“Even on those days where you think you were being awful and hateful, it’s not what anyone saw. Maybe inside you were thinking mean things. But on the outside, you projected warmth, compassion and friendship. I didn’t know your heart then, Kyrsten, but I think I do now, right?”
She nodded, “I’ve tried to be completely honest with you, Jay. I think I’ve done it.”
“Then I’ve seen you be passionate and considerate and kind and loving. You’re all the things that I want which is why I’m going to figure out a way to make you my wife in every possible way. I want you with me forever, Kyrsten. With us.”
Kyrsten blushed, “I love you, Master.”
“I know. I love you, too,” I told her. She smiled warmly back at me and it made me happy to think that maybe she was finally starting to believe it all truly. Just then, my phone buzzed. I looked at it and saw the email that had come in with an attachment.
“Who is it?” Kyrsten asked.
“Irene,” I said.
“Who’s that?” she asked curiously. No jealousy. No concern.
“One of those two new girlfriends I found on the honeymoon,” I said as I tapped the attachment to download it. It was a video file and I was intrigued.
“I like that you seem to have this knack for finding women?”
“Really? Sometimes I’m surprised by how okay with it you’ve become,” I told her as I watched the progress bar.
“Don’t get me wrong, I still wish I could have you all to myself… well… maybe Carly could share in Kyrsten’s ideal playland. But nobody else.”
“But you said…” I started, confused.
“That’s purely a physical wish, Jay… Master. You are such a good fuck that I don’t want to go without. But what’s freeing with you is that I don’t any emotional concerns. I know you love me. I know you’ll keep me safe and won’t hurt me. I know you’ll always come home and kiss me and then remind me of why I love being fucked by you. And because of that, I can enjoy the benefits to your philandering. Yeah, I don’t get to be fucked by you every time. But I get all these other playmates to play with and enjoy. I never would have realized how much I love pussy without you and Carly leading that charge.” Her face beamed as we coasted to a stop. The draw bridge into Miami had come up and we were sitting there waiting. Kyrsten turned and looked at me with those wide, innocent green eyes. I leaned over and kissed her, tasting her lips on mine, savoring the intimate moment. Somehow talking to Kyrsten about her emotions always felt like this weird catharsis for me. Like I was getting to know her deeply in a way that I craved. She pulled away from our kiss and whispered, “While we’re stopped, show me what your new slut sent you!”
I laughed and grabbed my phone, turning it on its side as I hit the play button on the video. Suddenly, Irene’s face was in view and she was saying, “Fuck… I already miss you, Master. I know I won’t see you for months but just these two days have been IMPOSSIBLE. I feel like a bitch in heat, Master.”
“Holy shit, Jay. What did you do that girl?”
“Fucked her every morning for a week?” I asked with a wide smile.
“Oh… that makes sense,” Kyrsten said and gave me a little smack on the shoulder. “I’m already jealous of the bitch, Master.”
We watched as Irene’s face contorted in pleasure. We both thought she was pleasuring herself but then she panned the camera down and said, “Someone wants to say ‘hi’, Master.” Lying between Irene’s legs was, perhaps not surprisingly, the fiery red hair of my other new girlfriend, Lisa.
She was lapping intently at Irene’s slit and we heard her muffled voice say, “Hoi, Maffer.”
Kyrsten, “Damn you… ANOTHER redhead? How EVER am I going to compete?”
“Guess you’ll have to try real hard to please me,” I said and stroked her leg sending a little shiver up her spine.
“Yes, Master. You make sure to train me properly, Master. I want to always please you.” She put the car back in gear as the traffic started to move again. I closed the video and we drove on, talking about logistics of the move and timing. Her employer was chomping at the bit to get her moved and selling into the lucrative Miami / Lauderdale market. And Louise was only three weeks from finishing her first year and she planned on moving down for summer school as soon as that was done. Victoria had put in her two weeks at my old company and would also be joining us soon. She’d offered to help pack stuff up and had been working during the honeymoon in anticipation of a speedy move south. Thus far, it seemed like everything was going pretty well. Little did I know, bumpy roads lay ahead.
