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Chapter 19 - Date with Louise and the Sexcretary
🕑 Added 2019-08-06 20:12:13 +0000 UTC
Chapter 19
I never should have doubted anything Carly said. She had an uncanny knack for reading people. She stayed at the house with express instructions to edge herself until meeting me for lunch and I left for work. When I got in, Victoria, my secretary, swiveled around in her chair and nearly caused my heart to stop. The first thing I noticed was the piercing blue eyes that she looked up at me with. She’d put on far more eye shadow than normal and it gave her eyes a smoldering, sexiness that I’d never noticed.
But that was just the literal tip of the proverbial iceberg. Her dusky brown hair was done up in a ponytail which served to highlight the three thin strings that tightly circled her beautiful neck in a choker. The choker was actually one of two necklaces she was wearing with the other hanging low on her chest and a shiny golden cross that nestled between her large tits. I’d noticed before that she was well endowed but her fleshy orbs had always been hidden underneath fully buttoned up shirts. Today she was wearing a tight white business jacket with obviously no shirt on underneath. The thin line of a lacy bra peaked out from the deep V the jacket cut down her chest.
As my eyes involuntarily raked down, I saw the tight, knee length skirt she was wearing and, more importantly, I saw the obvious stockings she was wearing and the tell-tale pull of a garter belt on them. She had on four inch stilletos to top off the outfit and by the time my eyes made it back up to her face (enjoying every feature a second time) she had a satisfied smirk on her face as well. I guess I now knew what Carly had talked to her about the other day.
“I hope you had a nice night, Mr. S. It’s a busy day today,” she said as she bit her lip and looked up at me. “Please do let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, Sir. Any service you need.”
I gulped and went into my office, shutting the door behind me. The erection in my pants was massive. Carly must have told her every little secret to dressing to please me because I couldn’t have picked a more perfect outfit. From the just barely professional outerwear to the black lacy underwear hinted at underneath. She looked absolutely perfect. I threw myself into my work for about half an hour, trying to distract myself and calm myself down. I had two meetings that ate up most of my morning which was a helpful sidetrack. But by lunchtime, I was back to thinking about my cock. I texted Carly:
Me: Ready for lunch baby. I’ve got a really hard cock for your holes.
Carly: Really? What got you so hard, Master? 😇😈😏
Me: I assume you expected this? Victoria has dressed… exceptionally well today.
Carly: Mmm… I expected as much, Master. She’s very… eager… to please you. You just need to tell her how.
Me: So she’s like you?
Carly: She might be even more submissive, Master.
Me: Maybe I should take her to lunch instead of you. 😁
Carly: Please do, Master.
Me: You’d have to continue edging alone all day. You’ll be practically brainless by the time I get home.
Carly: Promise, Master? My poor little clit might be completely numb and useless, Master. Just as it should be.
Me: You asked for it, slut. Enjoy your misery.
Carly: Enjoy your “lunch” date, Master. 😚💖💗
Carly: And remember, tell her what you want and she’ll do it, Master.
I put my phone down and buzzed the Victoria’s desk.
“Victoria ca… Victoria, come in her,” I said.
“Yes Sir, Mr. S,” came the reply and she was opening my door only moments later. She smoothed out her skirt and stood in front of me looking slightly uncomfortable in her new, far sexier, attire.
“Close the door, Victoria,” I said and she obeyed instantly. “Why are you dressed like this?”
She stammered, taken aback and unsure how to answer, “I’m sorry, Sir. Is it not acceptable? Did I not get the outfit right. Carly said…”
“Carly told me she put you up to this. I’ll be speaking with her later. I want you to tell me why you did it.”
I could see the worry in her face, “I thought it would please you, Sir. I thought it was what you wanted.”
“Why have you never dressed this way before?”
“I… I didn’t know it’s how you liked women to… uhmm… dress.”
“Did I tell you to dress this way?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll go home at lunch and change, Mr. S.”
“No, no… I’ll go home with you and show you what to wear for me.”
“Mr. S?”
I turned to her as I stood up, “That’s what you want, right? To dress in a way that pleases me?”
“Yes, Mr. S. Absolutely,” she said in a sexy purr. She realized that I wasn’t upset and as I stood, her eyes flicked down to see the obvious affect her attire had on me. I gestured to the door and the two of us walked out of the office together. As it turned out, her apartment was only a couple blocks away from the office. She shared it with two other girls and a gay friend of theirs, none of whom were home at the moment.
We walked quietly along the busy New York sidewalks, both nervous at the change that was about to happen in our relationship. I was distracted about the thought of fucking an actual subordinate. Daphne had been one thing but Victoria reported directly to me. Even with the permissive nature of the partners, this could blow up in my face. Although with Carly’s wealth, I guess that was no longer particularly important.
She led me into her apartment, hands trembling with nervousness as she tried to fit the key in the lock. I gently reached out and covered her hands, guiding the key into the opening. I don’t think the metaphor of that action was lost on either one of us. She sighed at the contact and turned gently, opening the door into a spartan, yet somehow still messy, low end apartment. “Where’s your bedroom?” I asked. She pointed and I walked in, trying to exude confidence.
“So you’re going to wear whatever I want?” I asked, staring at her beautiful, big eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” she said nervously. Her fingers were playing with the lip of the jacket nervously as if she was unsure whether I wanted her to pull it around her tightly or yank it off. I studied her, looking at her long brown hair and her slender neck. Her big tits were heaving attractively as she was practically panting with arousal. Her rosy skin was even redder with the flush from that arousal. I could feel my cock stir.
“You want to be a good secretary?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
“A good secretary meets all of her boss’s needs, you know.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said more confidently.
“First, let’s start with your appearance,” I told her as I looked through her clothes. “None of this will do.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said with bare hint of a sob.
“Don’t blame yourself, Victoria. I obviously haven’t been clear with what I expect. You are a beautiful, attractive, sexy woman. You won’t hide that anymore. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. S,” she said with a sniff. “Tell me what I can do better, please.”
“You should make sure you’re sexy and attractive… But don’t get carried away. Don’t get me wrong, you look hot today but it’s a bit much. You’re going to give one of the senior partners a heart attack and I can’t have my secretary getting fired.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her grin was infectious and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Her uncertain nervousness was changing into the kind of nervous energy you get when you’re excited. Very excited.
“I’ll give you a grand today and… let’s say $300 a month as a clothing allowance,” I pulled out my phone and shot her some money via paypal. “Form fittings skits and blouses but make sure you’re covered up. You’re not advertising to anybody but me. But make sure you buy the sexiest underwear you can find, okay?”
“Yes, Sir, Mr. S. I won’t let you down, Sir.”
I stepped closer to her and gently guided her chin up so she was looking me in the eyes. “I know you won’t,” I said and leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool with a moist sweetness that I found very arousing. It was a slow, almost chaste kiss that lasted only a few moments. Our tongues barely grazing each other but obviously lighting a fire in both of us. I broke the kiss and could see the unmistakable lust and need in her eyes, “Now… strip for me, Victoria.”
She didn’t argue or question, simply nodding as she began slowly taking her clothes off. She tossed her jacket down, revealing her huge tits that rivaled Sherry in enormity. They were right at the edge of what I found attractive. Any bigger and they’d have been too much but as she stuck them out while she unclasped her bra, I couldn’t help but think they were perfect. Firm and round, they looked eager for attention with tiny little pink nipples hard and ready. So transfixed by her beautiful tits, I almost didn’t notice as she stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing a lacy thong and stay up thigh highs. With the high heels still on, she looked like a waitress at a topless bar. But much hotter and less jaded than what you typically get at those establishments.
“Take the panties off, slut,” I said softly. I was curious what her response would be. Would she bristle at my favorite term of endearment?
“I’m… I’m not…” she stammered in protest as she pulled the lacy thong down her perfectly smooth, fleshy thighs.
“A slut? You’re stripping on command for your boss,” I said matter of factly as I held my hand out and she submissively placed the moist garment in my hand. She shifted from side to side, unsure where to put her hands.
“Doesn’t a… a slut… have sex with lots of guys?”
I chuckled, “Some do? Would you like to fuck lots of cocks?” I asked, intentionally using cruder language. She winced at the words but didn’t break eye contact. Her nipples just got harder, however.
She shook her head, “No, Sir.”
“Put your hands behind your head, slut,” I told her as I reached out to touch her tits for the first time. She sighed softly as I let the tip of my finger just barely graze the hard nub. “Spread your legs wider, slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and did as instructed, standing with her hands behind her head and her legs spread about three feet apart. I reached between her legs and felt her smooth, wet cunt and a hard, protruding clit. It wasn’t going to be hard to find hers.
“Whenever I tell you to present yourself, this is how you’ll stand. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
“And from now on, your choice in who you fuck is mine. If I want it to just be me, then that’s what it will be. If I want you spreading your legs for every cock in the office, you’ll do that too? Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and I rewarded her with a soft stroke of her clit.
“You’re letting your boss finger fuck your cunt. What does that make you?”
“A slut, Mr. S?” she said with a gasp.
“That’s right. But also a very good secretary, don’t you agree?”
“Yes… Sir,” she squeaked as I worked her cunt and hard clit.
“Do you want to get fucked now, slut?”
“Yes… Sir… please?” she whimpered.
I spun her around quickly and bent her over. As I quickly unzipped my pants, fumbling with the button, I smacked her tight ass a couple times causing her to wiggle her hips back and forth. She’d kept her hands behind her head and was now lying face down, offering up her body for my use.
“Where do you want my cock, slut?”
“My… my vagina, Sir.”
I smacked her ass again as I positioned my cock right at the opening of her drenched hole. “Your cunt, slut.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Please… f… fuck your… slut’s cunt.”
“Are you on the pill?” I asked in a supreme moment of clarity and restraint.
“Yes I am, Mr. S,” she said.
“A well prepared slut, I see,” I smiled to myself and slid my cock slowly into her cunt. It was so hot and tight it felt like fucking some of my other sluts’ asses. I had to press hard just to get the whole length in and Victoria whimpered the whole time. When I was finally all the way in, I pulled out and she wailed a miserable cry before I slid back in and sighed in contentment. This continued for a couple minutes as I tormented her with long, slow thrusts. She alternated between sounding like the saddest person in the world and the happiest as I did it.
“Beg me, Victoria,” I instructed as I moved ever so slightly inside of her.
“Please, Mr. S,” she whispered softly.
“Please what?”
“PPp… pp… please shove your penis in my… c...cunt,” she stammered.
“My what, slut?” I said and smacked her ass.
“Your p… your cock, Mr. S. Shove it in my cunt,” she begged.
I slammed into her and she screamed. I held it there, grabbing her hips and grinding into her as I stayed buried, “Like that?”
“Yessss,” she said in luxurious ecstacy. “More… please more…”
I slowly slid out and slammed into her again, “Where’s my cock, slut?”
“My cunt, Sir!” she shouted.
“What am I doing now, slut?” I asked as I pulled out and shoved it back in again.
“Making love to me, Sir,” she said joyfully.
“No,” I said as I smacked her ass again. I paused to enjoy the jiggle of flesh before sliding all the way out. “I’m not making love to my girlfriend. I’m fucking a slut,” I said and rammed in again.
“Yes, Mr. S. Fuck your fucking slut’s fucking cunt!” she said. That was it. Whatever dam had been in her burst and she started screaming and begging. I rewarded her with the hardest fucking I’d done in quite some time, slamming into her with abandon.
“Please, Sir. Please… please…” she said and I grabbed her pony tail tight in one hand, holding her ass with the other. I pulled her back as I slammed into her, making her scream a joyous, “Yes,” that promised to wake the dead. I pushed into her over and over, enjoying the happy screams and pleadings of a well fucked woman. Her ass rippled as I slammed into her until I felt my own orgasm begin to bubble forth. I reached and grabbed her hand from behind her head, pulling it up under her and, guiding it to her engorged clit where I spread her cunt lips and let her rub herself. “Yessssss,” she said and she started cumming almost instantly. Her already tight passage gripped me like a vice and I shot into her hard, filling her up. Her hips shook and twitched as she collapsed on the bed, spasming. I crouched down and started to give her overflowing cunt a little lick and taste that huge clit of hers when I noticed something red. There was blood mixed with my cum oozing out of her. And on my cock.
“Victoria… ?” I said.
“Thank you for taking my virginity, Mr. S.”
Holy fuck… I had thought she just might have been on her period. Her virginity? “Your virginity?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m so glad you were my first,” she said as she flopped down off the bed and laughed at her barely functional legs. She walked unsteadily into the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth for me. By that point, I was laying on the bed, trying to process what I’d just been told. This morning, I had designs on only one virgin deflowering in my immediate future. Now apparently I had already hit my mental quota. Victoria kneeled down between my legs and gently cleaned off my cock before giving it an almost worshipful kiss.
Once she was done, I pulled her up to the bed and let her rest her head on my shoulder.
“Why did you do this Victoria?”
“I… It’s complicated, Mr. S,” she said.
“Try me. My love life has gotten pretty complicated lately.”
I looked at my sexy secretary, merely inches from my face. She was nervously fumbling at the golden cross dangling between her breasts. “I’m… I’m a very devout Christian, Mr. S. I believe that sex should be only between a husband and a wife.”
“Oh… I.. I didn’t know. What changed?”
“Nothing, Sir. The thing is… well… You’re kind of my… well… you’re kind of my work husband. I’ve started thinking of you that way.”
Sounded like the typical kind of self-justification that people delude themselves with. I carefully said, “I don’t think that counts. Or at least it’s an… unconventional way to think about it,” I said trying to sound diplomatic. In reality, I thought it sounded ridiculous but my own self-justification was kicking in because, let’s be honest, this was going to be great for me.
“Not really, Mr. S. Historically, marriages aren’t really big productions the way we make them these days. They occur between a man and a woman who want to devote themselves to each other. They were often commercial transactions more than they were transactions of love. Women were sold as property as part of divorces as recently as 1913 in England.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised and confused. “I guess…” I said, still unsure where this was going.
“And the woman is to be devoted to her husband’s wants and needs. Exactly as I have to be as your secretary. I spend all day trying to anticipate whatever you’ll need next. I’m very much like a wife in that regard.”
“Victoria, we’re not married,” I said carefully. I was starting to worry that she was some kind of psycho in a cult or something. Some sort of weird “sexy secretary” cult. “I’m actually engaged to Carly.”
“Oh?” she said, surprised. “I… that makes sense. I should have realized. But that’s fine. Polygamy is totally fine according to the Bible.”
“What? No it’s not,” I said in surprise.
“Of course it is, Mr. S. There’s even a book in the bible written by Solomon who had 400 wives and even more concubines. And it’s a book about how to love a woman. Jesus said marriage is between a man and a woman. He didn’t say that that marriage arrangement couldn’t exist between multiple women with the same man. The Old Testament is rife with examples, Sir.”
“I… I don’t think I understand what you’re saying. What do you want, Victoria?”
“I just want a chance to show you what a devoted help meet I can be. Let me show you that I can attend to your every need and desire, Mr. S. Tell me what you want. I’ve decided for myself that this meets my definition of marriage. I have no moral qualms about… anything… Sir.”
“And what if I’m not so sure. I’m excited to get married to Carly. I don’t want to go home tonight and tell her, ‘Sorry, turns out I’ve already got a work wife’. That would be awkward.”
Victoria looked up at me with those piercing eyes, “That’s okay, Sir. This is my hangup and I’ve worked past it. If you don’t want to think of us in that way, I understand but it doesn’t change how I feel. I’m devoted to you and I’ve pledged to do what you want regardless of what that is. Even if we never have sex again.”
I looked at her appraisingly. What was it with girls and their weird kinks lately. Seems like everyone has some weird fetish to share with me. Is that what I am? Weird fetish guy? I thought about Carly back at the apartment and what she’d said. She had talked to Victoria a lot the day before. I knew I could trust her judgement.
“What do you want, Victoria?” I said softly.
“This,” she said before adding, “Anything, Sir.”
“Girls keep offering me anything. Are you sure? I can be… cruel sometimes?”
“Like when you made me call myself a slut?” she asked naively.
“Worse,” I said.
“Like when you spanked my butt?”
“Worse,” I said.
“Good,” she whispered with a sweet smile as she nuzzled me even closer.
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We got cleaned up and went back to work, Victoria in a slightly more work appropriate shirt. It was no less sexy but much less skin being shown which, given our relatively conservative clientele, was much more acceptable. We laughed and talked on the way back but as soon as we arrived at the office, Victoria was able to flip a switch and go straight back to the way she’d been. The only difference was the occasional look she’d give me. A simple, piercing, smoldering look usually accompanied by the most subtle of lip bites before her eyes flicked away and she returned to her work.
Strangely, the day continued as most days did. I was able to catch up and actually get a bit ahead of my workload and by the end of the day, was feeling pretty good about myself. I picked up my phone and texted Carly.
Me: How’s your empty yellow cunt, bitch?
Carly: So mean, Master😛 It needs you, Master. Is there pussy from your newest slut for me to clean off.
Me: You’re pathetic, baby. But no. I had to clean it off. She was a virgin.
Carly: A virgin? Really? Wow… What did you think of that?”
Me: Honestly? It made me think about another certain virgin. I’m going to take your advice.
Carly: You’re going to just ask her on a date?
Me: Yup. I’m going to take her out tonight 😈
Carly: TONIGHT?
Me: Is that a problem, slut?
Carly: 😍😓😣 No, Master.
Me: Good. Keep edging. If you’re good, I’ll fuck your ass tonight, bitch…
Carly: What if I’m bad, Master? It’s getting so hard to edge without cumming.
Me: If you’re bad I’ll film you getting your clit whipped and send it to your mom and dad with instructions for him to do that to her.
Carly: FUCK… Master… she can’t take that abuse… When did you get so deliciously cruel?
Me: When I found out it made you love me more.
Carly: 💗💖 It does, Master. I love you 😍😍😍
Me: Me too, baby.
Then I switched over and texted Louise.
Me: Can I take you out to dinner tonight?
Louise: Mr. S? Jay? Uhmm… yeah… I thought there were conditions?
Me: I changed me mind. They weren’t reasonable of me and Carly helped me see that. So how about it? Just dinner… no strings or conditions.
Louise: Sounds… promising 😉
Me: Excellent! I’ll see you in an hour and a half. Dress however you want, it’s not the fanciest place in the world.
Louise: Oooh… thanks big spender!
Me: I didn’t say it was cheap ;)
With that settled, I buzzed in Victoria. She sauntered in, eyes practically fucking me the moment the door swung shut behind her. “Yes, Mr. S. What can I do for you?” Her voice was husky with need.
“You know I have an unconventional lifestyle, right?”
“You’ve made that clear, Sir.”
“Do you have plans tonight?”
“No, Sir,” she said with a smile. “Are you taking me somewhere?”
I shook my head, “Not tonight. I have a date tonight,” I said. A frown flicked ever so slightly at the corners of her lips before she returned them to their neutral position. “But I have something you can help me with.”
“What is it, boss?”
“Go shopping right after work but then take everything to my place. Here’s the address,” I said handing her a card with my home address written on the back. It occured to me that she probably already had it from the employee files but I wasn’t certain. “Carly is there and she may need… help… with her little project for the evening. I think it would be good if you got to know her better and you could show her what you bought and make sure I’m okay with it. Tell her what I told you today first. Otherwise she’ll probably accuse you of being too prudish for me,” I said and flashed a quick smile.
She flushed at the thought of playing dress up for my fiance. Little did she know what my fiance would be doing the entire time. Nevertheless, she nodded and I dismissed her.
I headed out of the office quickly, grabbing a car and racing across town, eager for my date with Louise. I was weirdly giddy and nervous, feeling almost like a high school kid going on a first date with a girl he had a crush on. It took a conversation with Carly but I was realizing that my feelings for Louise had definitely gotten into “irrational crush” land. It was time to see if there was something there beyond just the flirty undertones.
She was sitting in the lobby waiting for me. I could tell instantly she was nervous too. She tucked her sandy brown hair behind her ear as her foot tapped rapidly on the floor. As I walked up, she stood quickly, practically jumping up before she skipped over to me and planted a light peck on my cheek. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with some k-pop band emblazoned across the front. Between the short t-shirt and low rise jeans she was wearing, her tiny waist was well highlighted. She wasn’t wearing much makeup but she didn’t need it at all. All-in-all she projected this clean cut, almost girl next door look.
Which she immediately shattered when she whispered, “I’m so wet right now. I’m not wearing panties, Mr. S.”
I looked at her as we walked out, confused, “Why tell me? I told you there were no strings tonight.”
She smiled flirtatiously, “I just thought you’d like to know.”
I smirked back, “Well definitely. Keep doing that and I’ll definitely be… interested… all night.” She smiled back and gave me another gentle kiss on the cheek.
We drove in slightly nervous silence for a couple minutes before making some intermittent small talk. I wish I could tell you I was suave and sophisticated but truthfully, I realized I knew very little about her. I did remember her major, however.
“Linguistics and Computer Science, right?”
Louise turned to me with a genuine smile that lit up her face. I’d seen her smirk and make beguiling, seductive smiles before but now it occurred to me that I’d never seen a truly honest, happy smile across her face. “You remembered!” she said, genuinely surprised.
“Of course. Sherry told me how smart you were and you picked a pretty hard double major. Who would forget something like that?” I was genuinely baffled.
“You’d be surprised. You flash a pretty smile and a little flesh and guys frequently don’t remember much,” she said.
“Maybe that just means they’re guys not worth dating.”
“Oh? Does that mean you ARE a guy worth dating?”
I smiled back, enjoying the less sexual, more honest banter. “I’d like to think so. Seems lots of girls think so too.”
“About that… I mean… it’s kind of weird, right?”
“Oh definitely. If you’d known me six months ago, you’d REALLY be surprised.”
“Why’s that?” she asked. We pulled up to our destination, a small, nondescript door on West 46th. One of the ever present scaffoldings framed the door, surely warding off paying customers. I pulled the plastic tarp to the side and ushered my lovely date inside. The old, metal red door creaked but whatever you might have imagined inside you’d have been very surprised. The host greeted me warmly, “Mr. S? Good to see you again! And who is this lovely lady you’ve brought with you?”
“Enriquo this is Louise. And keep your hands to yourself, she’s MY date this evening,” I said as I slipped him a couple twenties. There wasn’t that much competition for seating right now but I’d found that this was, by far, the best date experience to give a girl and it was a small price to pay.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my man,” he said warmly before leaning closer, “What happened with Ms. Sasha?”
I frowned, “We broke up. It was ugly,” I whispered back and he showed some genuine sympathy. I’d discovered this place through Enriquo’s brother, a co-worker of mine. Most of the guy’s family actually worked here. The guy I actually worked with was a dick but Enriquo and the rest of the family were pretty cool and it felt good to throw their family some business like this. In return, they treated me like family.
Louise smiled at me in amusement, “So this must be where you take girls to impress them?” she said.
Enriquo heard and countered back, “Mr. Jay has only brought four girls here and only one for almost a year. Mr. Jay is definitely a loyal man. He’s the furthest thing from a player Ms. Louise.”
Louise squeezed my hand and gave me a smile and eye roll. After Enriquo left we both exploded in laughter. “I guess you weren’t kidding that I’d be surprised by the you from six months ago. Want to tell me about it?”
“You’re asking me to tell you about my ex? Isn’t that a first date no-no?”
“My rule is to not talk about your last significant other. By my count, Sasha is like five girls ago.” I must have looked guilty, “How far off am I?”
“Uhmm… as of this afternoon? Eleven I think?”
She laughed again, the genuine honest one, this time laughing so hard we got a couple of looks and a couple tears rolled down her eyes. “Eleven?”
“What’s so funny?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Nono… it’s not what you think. I was just picturing poor Enriquo’s face if we told him you’d been with 11 girls since you broke up with Sasha,” she said.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed too. It was a great tension breaking moment and, as I look back on that night, I always remember that as the moment that she and I started actually bonding.
“So… seriously… what happened with her?” she asked. Her hand reached out and grazed mine gently and she let our pinkies entwine slightly.
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I thought things were great. We were talking about getting married. Everything was fine and then she took a new job. I’m pretty sure she met someone there but I never found out. All I know is that she was one day telling me how wonderful I was and the next, everything I’d ever done was wrong.”
“Maybe you changed. Did things at work change?”
“No… I mean maybe… but it was things she used to love that she suddenly hated.”
Louise’s brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”
I thought about it, trying to come up with a good example, “Okay… so she was at my house every night and we both worked long hours. So neither of us would ever want to cook anything. So I’d get take out and bring it home. She was a super picky eater and pretty much only ever got one thing from each place so I knew what she wanted. And she loved that. She told me she did. She told me how she loved how well I knew her and that I took care of her and that she didn’t have to worry about thinking about food but could just come over and veg out and know that there would be hot food waiting.”
“Okay…” Louise said quietly.
“And then one night I brought home food just like normal. I set it all out and camped out on the couch. She came in and took one look at it and started screaming at me. Telling me how I took her for granted and never asked her what she wanted and what if she wanted something different. It went on like that for 15 minutes before I even said anything because I was so confused.”
“Weird,” Louise said, still watching me. It was hard reliving some of these things but also really nice. I hadn’t even talked about this with Carly very much and I now could see how much I needed to talk about things.
“There were other things too… you know… intimate things. She just changed. It was like less than a week and I was dating a different woman.”
“What kinds of… you know... intimate things?” Louise asked with a curious grin.
I looked at her but figured if I wanted to be with her, she’d find out eventually.
“Well… I mean… I’m pretty… uh… dominant… in the bedroom,” I said.
“Oh yeah? I never would have guessed,” she said sarcastically.
“Well Sasha was kind of into it but really not very adventurous. She loved sex but it was lights off missionary every time. We talked dirty but that was about it. I tried to get her to do other things but she was adamant that she didn’t want to. I respected that. She would get really turned on and really into it when I was… uhmmm… more aggressive… but if I tried to move her into a different position she would totally lose the moment.”
“That’s… odd,” Louise said, squirming in her seat a little.
“Is this turning you on, Louise?”
“Maybe,” she said coyly.
“Well don’t get too turned on or you’ll wish you hadn’t gone commando.”
Her eyes went slightly wide as if she’d forgotten before she squinted at me and stuck out her tongue playfully. “Finish your story, Mr. S.”
“Well about a week after the fight over chinese food she flipped out on me. Started yelling at me for never doing anything different. I tried explaining but she just yelled at me more. We broke up about two weeks later.”
“Wow… that’s… kind of fucked up.”
“Yeah,” I said. The waiter came and took our order, giving us a much needed conversational break while we reset ourselves. I hadn’t planned on getting this deep with Louise so early but she seemed genuinely interested and curious and I felt very much at ease talking to her. “What about you. You must have your own story,” I said. I knew the broad outlines but not the details.
“Starla told me she told you,” she said quietly, looking me dead in the eyes.
I paused, not sure what to say. I’d made Starla tell me in the throes of passion. I didn’t really feel guilty about that. I had no idea it was so personal at the time. I looked at Louise who didn’t seem to have any judgement in her eyes.
“Only the broad outlines… and some of the personal ones,” I said. Louise nodded and smiled.
“I appreciate you being honest. I hate liars.”
“Me too,” I said, thinking back to Sasha. I wondered if I’d ever know if she was cheating on me. “So give me your version. Tell it in your words.”
“My Dad had a woman problem. Or maybe a commitment problem. I don’t know. It was an endless parade of girls at my house. My Dad. My brothers. All of them. They all treated me like their precious little princess and protected me. But none of them cared about my school or sports. Except cheerleading. They loved watching me on the cheerleading team.”
“Your Dad?” I asked, more than a little alarmed at the inference.
“No. It wasn’t like that with Dad. He didn’t care about me much at all. But my brothers, yeah. They were only a couple years older than me and dated all the girls on the squad before they graduated and moved on to college girls.”
“I see. And why is that?”
“Because the girls threw themselves at them. My Dad had money and girls like that. They had tits and guys like that.”
I frowned but she continued, “And then?”
“I didn’t know it at the time, but my brothers started fucking Starla the day she turned 18. They had a whole series of bets about who could get her to do what and when,” she said with a sadness in her voice.
I hadn’t heard this part from Starla, probably because it was a little too painful, “Don’t tell me if you’re not able. Or if you think Starla would be angry.”
She shook her head, “Starla’s fine with it. She told me when she was telling me she told you about what happened. She really likes you, you know?” I nodded, “She has a hard time opening up to people and letting them in but she really likes you… Anyways, I should have known something was up when Starla bleached her hair bottle blonde and started sunning everyday at our house. But I didn’t make the connection. She’d sit there and twirl her hair, blow gum and generally act like some sort of idiot Barbie doll and I didn’t even realize…”
I gripped her hand in mine and willed her to continue, “She uhmm… well… they bought her some alcohol to share with me on my eighteenth. We got… uhmm… intimate out at the pool. It was the first time anyone had ever touched me and she was really, really good. And it was absolutely amazing. I came so hard I nearly blacked out and when I opened my eyes, my Dad was standing there screaming at Starla and me. He kept calling her a fuckinig dyke and made her run out of the house half dressed. My brothers were sitting there laughing. They’d watched the whole thing because of course they had. And you know who got in trouble? Me? My Dad grounded me for the rest of my senior year. I missed prom. I missed graduation. He shipped me off to summer school up here at the first opportunity because he finally realized I wasn’t his perfect little princess.”
“Holy fuck… Louise… that’s…,” I really had no words. She had a single tear coming down her face that she wiped away as she looked at me. She’d made peace with her fucked up family and it wasn’t on me to tell her how screwed up it was. “Let’s talk about something else. Tell me about your classes,” I told her, knowing that the subject needed to be lightened.
We continued the dinner and very much enjoyed each other’s company. She and I had a very similar world view. We both thought the President was an idiot, that both parties were idiots and the most of the voting population was idiots. We also agreed that we were both elitist pricks when we realized that we shared the opinion that the rest of the world was filled with idiots.
She was really excited about her prototype natural language software. Her early summer start had gotten her in touch with two prominent visiting professors and they were getting ready to publish a paper applying a unique new machine learning algorithm to speech recognition. She explained some of it, I understand enough to know that I didn’t understand it and we laughed.
At the end of the dinner, I escorted her out of the restaurant and we started walking down the street, “I’d love it if this date didn’t end right now…” I told her fishing.
“We could go back to your place,” she said softly. I looked into her eyes, trying to read them. But I also heard Carly’s voice and knew, especially after talking to Louise, that Carly was right. Jumping into bed with her was absolutely possible. And would absolutely destroy her. “You don’t have to do that, Louise.”
“Do what, Mr. S?” she said.
“I get a LOT of sex from all the others. But that’s not all I’m interested in.”
She blinked at me, silent for the first time. I smiled back as she studied me before she eventually replied, “You didn’t know anything about me before tonight. If it’s not my flirtiness, what made you want to date me?”
Honesty is the best policy, right? “Don’t get me wrong. The flirty… almost slutty act definitely got my attention. I obviously have a type,” I said. Louise laughed gently. It was a soft, melodic sound that I was already starting to love. I continued, “But then you became this interesting puzzle to obsess over. I wanted to know what makes you tick. Why act like a slutty virgin?”
She shifted away from me and looked into the windows of the stores as we walked vaguely towards Times Square, “I don’t really know,” she said.
“Can I make a guess?” She just nodded, not even turning so I continued. “The guys in your family are womanizers, right? They probably have a type too, I bet. Brainless, slutty girls, right?’
She turned back to me, looking at me and nodded softly.
“And you know that’s not you, right?”
She nodded again, “They like big titted, dumb blondes. And I’m none of those things.”
“Your brothers are idiots, Louise. Your Dad too… no offense.”
She nodded, “I know.”
“Carly thinks you would sleep with me tonight if I asked. Is she right?”
Louise said nothing for a moment before nodding silently.
“I want to take you back to my place and fuck you until you can’t walk. But I’m not going to. You know why?”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I like you more than that. I think if you got that from me… I think it would affect you badly.”
She nodded again, “I think you’re right.”
“Did you think you were going to fuck me tonight?”
“Yes… I knew I would if you asked and I was pretty sure you’d ask.”
“Are you surprised I’m not?”
“It’s a level of self-control I hadn’t expected,” she said impishly.
“Hey… maybe it’s not self-control. Maybe I just don’t find you attractive,” I said in mock defense.
She laughed again and sort of skipped away, looking me up and down before coming back and bouncing into my arms. She looked up at me as people streamed around our now stationary island on the sidewalk, “Your cock has been rock hard all night, Mr. S.” The way she whispered it to me caused my cock to stir, “Either you find me attractive or you’ve been day dreaming of your other eleven women instead of focusing on your hot little coed date.”
I swallowed and she ground her stomach against my cock to prove her point. “Trust me, Louise. I find you VERY attractive.”
I started to lean down to kiss her but before I could she said, “Good,” and skipped away with an infectious giggle. We walked to Times Square and then we actually walked back to her dorm. It was a long walk but neither of us cared. We were enjoying the company and the conversation. Where the date had started with nervous small talk, we’d now transitioned to the kind of rambling, free-flowing conversation that usually only happens between friends. “Well, I’d invite you up but one of my roommates is a prude and hates men, the other is a slut who’s constantly fucking her boyfriend… oh… sorry… her Master… she doesn’t let her boyfriend fuck her.” Louise smiled and stepped closer. She tucked her hair behind her head and bit her lip. This time I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. I grabbed her waist and she let out a small yip before I silenced it with a kiss. There was no hesitation from her. Her tongue danced in my mouth as I tasted the sweetness of her lips and felt the slight tackiness of her lipstick.
We broke the kiss after a minute and I whispered, “So am I going to get a second date?”
“Definitely, Mr. S. But don’t try so hard to impress me next time,” she said with a wink. I watched her tight ass walk up the steps before turning and hailing a cab. My cock was painfully hard, especially knowing what was awaiting me at the condo. I hurried upstairs, curious of Victoria was still there. It was already almost 10pm and I figured she’d left. I walked through the door and heard the whimpering sounds of my fiance along with a faint buzzer. On the counter was a note from Victoria.
“Mr. S,
Thank you for letting me spend time getting to know your fiance. She’s wonderful and I understand why you are marrying her. I kept track of my orgasms and her almost orgasms for you as I figured you’d want to know. Her tongue is very talented. I’m glad I’m not one of those anti-homosexual Christians because I’m pretty sure I saw God tonight, Sir! I had to leave at 9pm so I left her prepped for you. She thought it was a good idea but she may not agree now. See you tomorrow.
Your work wife,
Victoria”
I walked into the bedroom, stripping out of my clothes and leaving them on the floor as I went. My cock was as hard as it’s ever been from flirting with Louise all night. Carly was in the bed, naked. Which wasn’t really surprising. What was surprising was her predicament. She had her hands tied to the headboard above her head and her feet spread wide by our extra long spreader bar. Her face was a glorious, wet mess. Juices, presumably from Victoria’s cunt were splayed across her face and her matted hair. Her eyes were wild and unfocused as she saw me enter the door. She only briefly looked at my face before her eyes attached themselves to my cock and didn’t shift, “Please…” she said simply. There was a buzzing vibrator on her cunt, held in place by duct tape.
I walked up to her and grabbed the wand, shifting it to be firmly against her clit. I knew her clit had to be raw from the day’s abuse but she didn’t flinch. Instead she bucked up against the toy and growled with lust.
“Louise was a perfect lady tonight,” I said as I looked at her.
“I’m not, Master,” she said simply.
“She offered to fuck me if I wanted,” I said as I twisted the wand and caused her to grown again.
“Of course she did, Master.”
“But I respect her too much to do that.”
“You don’t have to respect me ever, Master.”
I looked at her crazy eyes and whispered, “I know,” before yanking the vibrator up and away, pulling all the duct tape off painfully. Carly screamed in pain, whimpering and whining. “Get on your knees you dumb, chink cunt.”
She didn’t hesitate or delay. She awkwardly rocked herself over and pulled herself up onto her knees. I helped her slightly but she was desperate and eager and quickly got in position. “This,” I said as reached into her cunt. It was soaking wet, gaping as it displayed the hot pink interior of her snatch. “Stays empty,” I finished as I stroked my cock, coating it with the copious juices. I plunged my fist in for another round and applied it to her ass before positioning my cock at her tiny little opening.
“Yes, Master. Empty until you decide it deserves to be filled. Use whatever hole you…” she said but I interrupted her as I slid my cock into her ass, “WAAAANNTT!” she screamed. I smacked her ass and didn’t give her any mercy, slamming my shaft harder and harder into her eager little fuck hole.
“Pathetic dumb cunt,” I grunted as I slammed into her. “I’m gonna fuck every fucking woman I want and you’re going to be the set of fuck holes I abuse when I don’t get fucked.”
“Yes… Master… Please… fuck…”
My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, gripping her as I slammed harder and harder. Her head was shaking and her hands braced against the wall as she obediently forced herself back into me so that I could plow her as deeply as possible.
“Fucking bitch,” I snarled.
“I’m sorry, Master. Sorry you didn’t fuck two virgins today, Master,” she said sobbing. I could tell she was beyond broken in that moment. Lost in her own little perverted world of pleasure and denial. “You should have just broken her and made her a bimbo like me.”
“Nobody’s as pathetic as you, you stupid yellow slant whore,” I said and I slapped her ass harder and harder while I sodomized her. “Piece of fucking rape meat.”
“Yes, Master. Yesssssss....” she screamed as she tightened her ass around my shaft.
I was incredibly worked up and turned on after the date and Carly was the perfect, accepting slut that I needed in that moment. And she knew it. I didn’t last long, eventually shooting into her and filling her up nicely before collapsing in bed beside her.
She didn’t move, simply laying there, hips still bucking slightly in the air as I caught my breath. “I knew you’d take my ass tonight, Master. Victoria helped me clean myself for you. So please let me clean you now,” she said softly. I smiled and unlocked her hands before grabbing her head and forcing her down to my cock. She licked and sucked my cock, making happy, pleased noises as I rubbed my cock on her face and in her hair. “Thank you, Master. I love you, Master. Thank you, Master,” she said over and over. When she was done, I yanked her up to me and kissed her. Her face was still a mess and her eyes a little wild but she sunk into the kiss and showed me how much she loved me.
“Is this what my life is going to always be like?” she asked softly.
“Only as long as you want it, baby,” I told her truthfully. “I don’t think I can go back to vanilla but we will tone it down whenever you want.”
She rubbed her belly, thinking of the child inside. I could tell it was occupying more and more of her thoughts, “I don’t want it to ever end, Master. I want this and more as much and as often as we can figure out how to. And I want Kyrsten with us. And I want you to never, ever, ever feel like you’ve denied yourself someone you want simply because some idiots in society would judge you. You are my, Master, Jay. And you should have everything you want. That’s what I want.”
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently, “I love you, Carly. I will always love you. I promise we’ll figure out how all of this works and no matter what, you and Kyrsten will always be a part of it… okay?”
“Thank you, Jay. I love you,” she said softly and we drifted off to sleep, sated and happy.
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