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Chapter 18 of Jay's story
🕑 Added 2019-07-16 21:01:00 +0000 UTC
The three of us woke up in bed together. I’ll never get tired of that. Waking up next to two gorgeous women who have a “grateful to be so well fucked” look. Or in this case a “Grateful to be permitted to cum after four hours of edging” look.
Kyrsten was already dressed, having woken up early to go work out. Carly was still laying on the bed exactly as she’d fallen asleep last night, a slight bit of drool coming out of her mouth that made me chuckle. As she woke up groggily, I kissed her and then kissed Kyrsten. “I’ve decided some things.”
“Yes, Master?” Kyrsten asked, eagerness suffused her voice.
“Yes, Master?” Carly managed, still shaking cobwebs from her waking brain.
“I’m going to fuck every girl I want, from now on. And you two are going to help me.”
“Of course, Master,” Kyrsten said, smiling and showing me that she was fully onboard. The joy on her face gave me comfort that I was making the right decision.
“Carly, you’re going to help me seduce all four of the sluts waiting back home for me. And you’re not allowed to cum until I’ve had all four of them in all twelve of their holes.” Carly’s nod was accompanied by a shudder of arousal.
Kyrsten was also flush with her own horniness as I turned back to her, “Kyrsten, I know you can’t have my cock every night… yet… so it’ll be hard for you. You can cum as much as you want but only with Rebeccah. I want you to mold her into my plaything. Teach her to embrace being the dumb little bimbo that she obviously longs to be.”
Kyrsten nodded, “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“And Carly… oh... Carly… you dumb little dissappointing slant eyed, yellow cunt,” I told her. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at me, “For cumming last night, you’ll spend every night edging until I’ve had all four new sluts. You’ll spend all day edging. And when I finally let you cum, it’s going to be a month of ruined orgasms for you.”
She gasped and, I swear to you, her whole body spasmed as if she came just from the thought. “Master,” she said with a whine that conveyed the broad range of emotions she must be feeling at that moment. She was thrusting her hips into my leg harder and harder, grinding her bald pussy against me. “You won’t be granted a real orgasm until we’re married, slut,” that did it for her. She shook again, a whole body shake that definitely looked like an orgasm. “Did you cum, slut?”
“I… I don’t know what that was, Master. It… it wasn’t an orgasm… but fuck… I could cum right now so easily. I want to… my whole body wants me to. But I won’t let myself, Master. I promise. I’ll be a good girl.”
“I know,” I told her and gave them both a kiss. We got packed and said our goodbyes. Not only did Kyrsten give me a mind melting kiss, but she laid one on Carly that was just as passionate and toe curling. We dropped her off back at her car and headed to the airport. In past trips, I’d always left Orlando to back to New York and felt like I was leaving something behind. And truthfully, watching Kyrsten wave as we drove off left me with that same melancholy. But the bigger part of me realized that with Carly next to me, I was never going to be “leaving home” again.
“Was all that too much?” I asked her.
“No, Master. Not at all?”
“So you’re not resentful about your punishment? Or me fucking Jackie?”
“God no, Master,” she said quickly.
I glanced at her and rubbed her thigh gently, “You don’t like Jackie very much, do you?”
She was quiet for a moment before finally shaking her head. “No. I have a lot of mixed emotional baggage when it comes to her. She introduced me to this kink that I know is a huge part of me and part of me is actually kind of grateful for that. But she’s a…” she trailed off and looked at me.
“A bitch?” I asked.
Carly laughed a little but didn’t answer, instead asking, “How do you feel about her, Master?”
“She was a great lay. But… I don’t know… something about her was a little off-putting. But seriously. Tell me what you think of her. I want to know?”
“I hate her, Master,” Carly said quietly as she looked out the window.
“Oh, God. Carly, I’m so sorry… I never would have done it…” I started but she cut me off.
“That’s not it, Jay. Watching you fuck someone I hate was… God… it was amazing. My whole body was on fire watching it. It’s so fucked up but I kind of loved it. Watching you dominate that prissy, bitchy whore…” she said wistfully. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the wind on her face while she relived last night in her mind.
“Sometimes I think I understand you so well. And other times you still manage to surprise you with your depravity,” I told her. She smiled back at me a bright, beaming smile.
“I hope I’m still surprising you with the depth of my perversions when we’re 50, Master.”
“Me too, my love. And I hope that I understand you even better than I do now. The more I learn, the more I love you.”
“Thank you for not judging me, Master. I know I’m… unconventional,” she said and I laughed. Unconventional was a pretty monumental understatement. She smirked at me then continued, “But you really do get me. And, Jay, I promise I would have told you if it was too much.” She got really quiet for a second and cast her eyes down. She looked almost ashamed, ”If anything, it wasn’t enough actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“I almost told you that I hated her so that you could… you know… torment me with it.”
I grinned at her, “So if I’d talked about how much better she was. Or made you watch my white cock slide into her tight, white cunt up close?”
Carly simply nodded and I saw her fingers twitch with the desire to touch herself.
“You can edge yourself you dumb cunt,” I told her and she instantly shoved her hand into her tight jeans and sighed with contentment. “Maybe I’ll invite Jackie for a visit and just leave you tied to a chair all weekend?” she moaned. “Or maybe… if you’re a really good girl for the next couple months… Maybe I’ll invite her on our honeymoon and fuck her the whole time instead of you.”
Carly’s hips bucked up and she roared as she ripped her hand out of her pants. She was panting and shaking. “Fuck that was close. I nearly came from picturing that.”
“Silly little slut,” I told her. “Don’t worry though, I don’t actually like Jackie all that much.”
“Part of me is kind of glad, Master. I’m not sure I could take a steady diet of her if I’m being totally honest.”
“Me neither. I don’t want to ever start actually thinking of you like that. As hot as it is in the moment, you’re my wife…”
“First wife,” she said with a smile.
I sighed, “First wife… maybe… but you’re my wife and the mother of my child… okay… first child… whatever. The point is, I love you and I don’t want you to ever have any actual doubt about it.”
“Oh trust me. Listening to you talk to our parents told me I made the right decision. The way you stood up for me with my Dad. The way you talked about me and explained things to your parents. I know you love me, Master.”
“Good… and you’re really happy about getting married?”
“Oh my God. How can you ask that, Master?” she said with genuine incredulity. I glanced over at her and her beautiful, wind whipped, black hair was hiding her eyes but not the crooked smile underneath her long bangs.
“I just don’t want you to feel pressured or rushed,” I said. I reached over and tucked her hair back to see slightly watery eyes staring at me.
“Jay, if you want to land, go straight to the courthouse, and get married today, I’ll do it.”
“It’s Sunday,” I said simply.
She laughed, “Fine! We’ll go abduct a judge and force them to do it then drive off Bonnie and Clyde style!”
“Bonnie and Clyde died!” I protested.
“Don’t take the metaphor literally, Master. My point is, you asking me to marry you made me happier than anything that’s happened to me in months other than maybe finding out I was pregnant.”
I smiled. And I definitely didn’t cry. Trying to shift the subject, I asked, “What are you looking for for the wedding? Do you want to just go get a judge to notarize it?”
“I want what you want, Master,” she said woodenly. But this was one trap I knew about.
“Oh no. No way. Not on this one. You don’t get to pawn this off on me completely. You have to tell me. I’ll make whatever you want to have happen, but you gotta tell me. Besides, my Mom would kill me… like literally stab me in my sleep… if she found out I gave you the wedding I wanted and not the wedding you wanted.”
She nodded and simply said, “Okay… well… for your Mom I’ll try to be a little Bridezilla.”
“Good girl. So… big or small?”
“Small… definitely small… maybe 30 or 40 people.”
“Church?”
“We’re buddhist. Is it important to you?”
I shook my head, “Not really… My mom converted do Judaism to marry my dad but then they both left to be lapsed Catholics.”
“So non-denominational,” she said and I nodded.
“Indoors or outdoors?”
“Indoors. I don’t want to worry about the weather.”
“Wedding party?” I asked.
“As big as it needs to be to fit all of your conquests.”
I snickered. “Sherry as your maid of honor and Kyrsten as the ‘Best Man’?”
She laughed a mirthful laugh. “I figured you’d want Roland to be the Best Man.”
“I would, I think. But Kyrsten should figure prominently don’t you think?”
“She could marry us,” Carly said.
I tried to picture it and shook my head, “No. She could be your maid of honor.”
“I think I’d like that. In fact… since so few people would be there… maybe… uhmm… Well…”
“What?”
“Maybe it could… you know… maybe it could like… really focus on our whole, you know, lifestyle?” My cock definitely stirred at that. Carly noticed and leaned over, slowly unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. “If it’s not too manipulative of me, Master. May I suck your cock while you tell me all the humiliating, degrading things you’d do to me at our wedding. And then we can decide, when we’re not horny, which ones to incorporate?”
“You’re always horny, slut,” I said as I shoved her forcefully down onto my cock. “Let’s see. What would I do to make you wet and feeling like the cheap set of holes you are. First, I’d have you collared with a special wedding collar that said ‘Jay’s Holes’ on it,” Carly sighed around my cock and sucked me harder. “You’d only be wearing that and a pair of white heels. So everyone attending would see you exposed. And they’d see all the horrible things I’ve written on you. Chink, whore, white cock fuck toy, cumdump… fuck that feels good, breeding bitch, rape meat.”
She was sucking even harder now as she slid a hand down her shorts again, teasing herself while she blew me. “I’d make you utter completely submissive, degrading, humiliating vows. You’d have to explicitly pledge to help me fuck as many women as I want. To never demand my cock or my seed. To be grateful just to be permitted to know about my conquests. Fuck… you must like that you dumb cunt. Are you picturing everyone in our families seeing you like that? Knowing that they’ll always see you for a pathetic, submissive cumdump?”
She obviously did like it based on her increasingly desperate moans. “And then instead of kissing me, you get to kiss your sister after she takes my cum in her mouth. That’s your wedding kiss. My cum, from your sister, in front of our parents. And then you clip on a leash to your collar and hand it to me and crawl behind me as we head to the reception. And you know what we do at the reception?”
She pulled off my cock long enough to look up at me and ask, “What, Master?”
“You’re tied up and have to watch as I fuck all my women. And then you take my cum out of whatever hole I decide to fill.” She started sucking furiously and shoved herself down, engulfing my cock fully and milking me with her mouth while stroking me expertly with her tongue. It was easy to imagine that she really was bred and trained from birth to worship my cock. And that thought was enough to cause me to shoot into her mouth. She immediately came off my cock, not wanting me to black out while driving down the road. That just caused some to spurt up onto her face. She wiped me clean with her hand and licked her lips and fingers, looking for all the world like a cum worshipping slut. Which, of course, she was.
“MMM… Master, I want all of that. But definitely ask me again when we’re less horny. I’m not thinking straight at all right now.”
“Definitely… Though I’m less concerned with you and more concerned with my Mom and Dad’s hearts,” I said with a grin. She playfully punched my shoulder.
“Maybe we should have a more… private ceremony with only people who know us?” she said. “I trust you by the way. Feel free to surprise me with something.” I thought about it. My mind was already spinning thinking about ways to make this special for Carly. I ended up thinking about it the whole flight back. I even made some notes on my phone while she was sleeping. By the time we landed, I already had plenty of ideas and plans. I also knew the next couple months was going to be very, very interesting. We got back and hopped into Carly’s car and made our way back to my apartment. I’d reserved a spot in the parking garage of my building. It cost me an arm and a leg but it would be worth it at times. Besides, money wasn’t going to be an issue for awhile. I threw Carly’s bags over my shoulder and ushered her inside. I checked my mail and we ran into Maureen at the mailbox. Again.
“I’m starting to think you’re stalking me,” I said with a smile.
The petite redhead looked at me and winked, “I think you’ve got enough lady problems,” she said before noticing Carly. “Oh… sorry. I mean…”
“It’s okay,” Carly said.
“Carly, this is my neighbor Maureen. Maureen, my fiance Carly,” I introduced them. Carly’s eyes got big as she recognized the name.
Maureen, on the other hand, silently appraised Carly, “So you’ve finally decided to settle down?” Her tone was flirty but also a little disappointed.
“God I hope not,” Carly said reflexively. I chuckled at Maureen’s stunned expression. “I mean… I just meant that I don’t want him to feel like he’s settling for me or slowing down or anything,” she rambled and spoke rapidly, trying to get it all out.
I put my hand on Carly’s shoulder and slid it down her spine. “Carly’s the one who has really encouraged me. In fact, you’ve met her sister. The loud one, remember?”
Carly coughed a little and Maureen simply stared at us, trying to get a read on things. Carly’s face was bright red with embarrassment and I was enjoying watching her shift from a nearly overwhelming combination of humiliation and arousal. “We’d love to have you over sometime. So that Carly and I can get to know you better. I’ve told Carly all about you and you’re one of the people she’d been looking forward to meeting when she moves here. Isn’t that right, babe?”
Carly paused for the briefest of moments before squeaking out a soft, “Yes sir.”
Maureen looked surprised. She and I really hadn’t spoken much over the past couple years. I knew she worked from home as a programmer and shared custody of her kids with her ex. I could imagine her and Carly getting into some real trouble when the opportunity arose. “Who, me?” she asked seeming genuinely confused.
“Yeah. You’re both programmers and I just thought you might have a lot in common.”
“Oh,” she seemed almost disappointed and the mundanity of the request. “Sure,” she said as she waved goodbye and shuffled out of the building. I signed some quick paperwork for Carly to get her own key and then we went upstairs.
“I love it when you do that,” she said as she kissed my neck and stroked my cock the instant we were alone in the shiny metallic room. “When you make me call you ‘sir’ in front of random people. It makes me so hot.”
“I know, baby,” I told her and kissed her back. Her tongue danced in my mouth, making non-verbal promises that she had every intention of keeping. “You think you can seduce that one?”
“She’s already ready to go, Master. I think she’s a little bummed you didn’t ask her up right now.”
I made a noise, “Pff… whatever,” I said.
“I’m not kidding, Master. She wanted you to invite her up right now so that we could ‘get to know her’. She knows you’re a player. She knows you’re a nice guy. I think she sees you as a safe way to scratch her itch.”
I kissed my fiance again and swept her up off her feet as the elevator door opened. She laughed and giggled, “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you across the threshold,” I said as I staggered down the hall encumbered by my not inconsequential girlfriend, two bags and the key I was barely holding between my two knuckles. It was probably a bit of an ambitious attempt.
“That’s AFTER we’re married, Master,” she said with a laugh.
“I know. But it felt like it would be fun,” I said and kissed her as I fumbled with the door that I couldn’t see. Finally, I gave up and set her down, “Hold on,” I said. I opened the door and she jumped back into my arms as I carried her successfully into her new home. There were boxes everywhere and I knew we were going to have a ton of unpacking to do. It was so daunting that I wasn’t sure we’d ever finish but I knew it had to get done.
We spent the rest of the night unpacking the essentials, reorganizing drawers and closet space and generally doing the mundane things that couples do when they move in together. I realized pretty quickly that this apartment, while nice for now, was going to be a tight fit for the two of us, let alone when a baby came along. That just solidified in my mind that it was time to look elsewhere. Maybe Carly was right. Her money would make it possible to just live somewhere simple and relaxing and focus on writing. It wouldn’t be the glamorous Manhattan life but it might be even better. Certainly fewer prying eyes. I’d definitely need to give that some thought.
By the time we finished unpacking, we were almost too tired to have sex. Almost. I’m not sure if Maureen had come back and heard us or not but I’m pretty sure Carly was making every attempt to usurp the title of “Loud One” from her sister.
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The next day, we went in to my work together. Carly was going to hang out in one of the cubicles near my office that had a Bloomberg terminal. She had some investments to take care of and apparently knew how to use one to research what she needed to. I didn’t really ask or pry. It wasn’t much my business despite what she might say. She was dressed casually for our office, a nice skirt and button down shirt with three inch heels. People would probably just assume she was a new intern or something.
But not my secretary. Victoria sees everything. “Who’s the new girl, Mr. S?”
We’d talked about our cover story. It’s not like we were trying to particularly hide anything but Carly really wanted to get a good look at her targets, Tabitha and Victoria. To size them up without them thinking of her as a threat or anything. “She’s a friend of my brother that I set up for a couple days. Figured the spare terminal wasn’t getting any use and that annual license is kind of cha-ching. If anyone needs it, just tell her. She knows she’s only got it as a favor.”
“Will do. She’s pretty. Friend of Max’s huh?”
I blinked a little, “Yeah. I mean… yeah… Why?”
Victoria smiled at me coyly, “No reason, Mr. S.” She looked at me for a beat, trying to figure out if I was lying to her before finally saying, “You’ve got a meeting at 10am and 11:30. Want me to order lunch?”
“Yeah. Put it on my tab. I’ll need you at the 11:30 so you’ll need to skip lunch.”
“Of course, Mr. S. No problem. Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked. The way she looked at me, I really couldn’t tell if I was so oversexed that I was imagining her emphasis on ‘anything’ or if she really did stress it in a teasing, sexy way. I looked at her and let my eyes rake up and down her without hiding it. She was wearing a simple skirt and silk blouse, just like most days. Her legs were shiny with hose and the light tank-top she wore underneath the semi translucent shirt left little to the imagination. Her big tits were proud and firm. Her eyes twinkled at me beneath her glasses as she sat up just a little straighter, almost as if she was presenting herself for inspection.
“I think I’m good for now, Victoria. Thank you.”
“Of course, Mr. S. Anytime. All you have to do is ask,” she said, a little too breathily.
My meetings went by without a hitch and Victoria was a model of efficiency and professionalism throughout the mid morning meeting as usual. It’s funny. Until Carly, I’d honestly never really noticed Victoria. She was my secretary and not much else. But now, thanks to my lovely fiance, I was evaluating everyone I met and was seeing little signs in everyone. Sometimes obvious, sometimes less so.
Two interesting things happened that day, the first was a little after lunch when I was walking through the office and noticed that Carly was sitting at Victoria’s desk talking about something. Carly gestured to the choker she was wearing, a thin piece of cord with a silver pendant at the throat, but all I caught was, “... wear it because my fiance…” as I passed through. When I came back, I was pretty sure I glimpsed Carly adjusting her skirt and said something like, “... goes crazy for them and hates…” I simply made a mental note to ask about it later and went about my business.
The second occurred when Carly finally met Daphne. Daphne came into my office a little after three and closed the door.
“I’ve been going crazy all week, lover. I want to just suck your cock right now,” she was leaning forward and pulling her neckline down to show off her perfect tits to me. No bra obstructed the view, either.
I stood up and she watched me, still leaning on the desk. As I walked around her, I pulled up her flouncy skirt to expose her naked ass. As I’d instructed, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and I happily slid my fingers into her wet cunt. She’d certainly been truthful about being horny. “I bet everyone smells your cunt juices in the office. Such a fucking whore you are. Do they know who you spread your legs for?”
“No,” she said with a sigh as my fingers worked inside her.
“Then we’d better keep it that way, slut. Stop trying to seduce me at the office.”
“Yes, sir,” she said dejectedly. I pulled my fingers out and held them up to her mouth. Her glossy pink lips circled around them then took them in as if she was sucking my cock. Just as she was flipping her skirt down, Carly came in.
“Oh…” she said then recognized Daphne, “Nice to finally meet you Daphne. I’m Carly,” she said warmly.
Daphne straightened up and returned the smile, “Jay was just…” she said then trailed off.
“Jay and I don’t have secrets. I’m assuming Jay was just tormenting you and leaving you in a lust fueled haze?”
Daphne nodded, “Something like that.”
“Master can be such a tease. It’s really tremendous.”
“I’ve noticed,” Daphne said and shot me a look. I think she found the whole conversation weird. I could certainly understand that. She knew that Carly knew about my women but the casualness of it had obviously thrown her for a loop. “I’m sorry… I have to ask. You’re really okay with all this?”
Carly blushed slightly before looking at me. I nodded slightly and she answered the blonde’s inquiry, “More than okay, actually. This was my… thing… before it was… Master’s. He’s embraced it because of me not in spite of me.”
I stroked my fingers down Daphne’s back, causing her to shudder as I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Carly loves nothing more than being able to watch me seduce and fuck other women. Any woman I want, she believes I should have. It’s a very good trait for a wife, I think.” I was talking to Daphne but staring at Carly. I loved her reactions when I said things like that. She tensed up and shook slightly, eyes flicked closed as a wave of pleasure rolled through her involuntarily. I could hear Daphne’s own breathing intensify as well, “But enough of that for now. You get back to work and maybe I’ll find some time to play with you later.”
“Yes sir,” Daphne said happily as she left the room. I kissed Carly and shooed her back out of the office. I really did have a ton of work to do and couldn’t spend all day playing with my pets. As I closed the door, I noticed Tabitha walk off the elevator. I made eye contact with Carly and nodded towards the athletic latino girl stepping through the sliding metal doors. Carly glanced over her shoulder and saw what I was gesturing to. She gave me a little smile and went to scout out her next target. I know from talking to her later that she loved that whole day. Scouting out possible targets for me was pretty much her ultimate turn on. I briefly wondered what college would have been like if Carly and I had gone to the same school. My roommates would have seen a lot more socks on doors, that’s for sure.
The rest of the day was uneventful as it drug on. Watching Carly talk to the women in the office was nice, but I kept finding my mind wandering towards tonight. Carly had insisted on meeting all of the women I wanted seduced and that meant Louise, too. Louise, the enigma. We’d talked about her and Carly knew that she was the one that I was most intrigued by. I hoped Carly would have some kind of brilliant insight or epiphany.
“So she’s a slutty virgin?” Carly asked in the cab on the way over to the dorms.
“Yeah. That’s the best way to describe it, I guess. I’ve watched her finger herself but then she’ll talk about being a good girl and waiting. Nobody can figure her out.”
“Well, after what you told me about how she grew up, it’s not really surprising. Living with a bunch of womanizers can’t be easy. And then to have your brothers get your friend to fuck you in front of them? That’s a little messed up even for me, Master.”
“But kinda hot, right?”
Carly blushed but nodded, “Yes, Master.” She smiled at me, knowing what I was thinking. The image of Starla seducing and fucking Louise was definitely an attractive one. It’s hard to blame her brothers for being sleazy with the two girls.
We got to the dorm and, as always, I drew a fair bit of stares as I walked in with the hot piece of ass on my arm. Carly was practically dressed like a nun compared to some of the things I’d made Sherry wear. But she was still absolutely stunning and turned every head in the building. “I’m kind of a rock star here.”
“I noticed. Why are you working so hard on the women at work when you could have your pick of the litter here? Look at that girl,” she said gesturing over to the sitting area while we waited on the elevator.
“Who?”
“Exactly. You can’t even recognize which one I’m talking about,” she laughed. “The Indian girl in the back corner. The one practically drooling over you.
I glanced once more in that direction and saw who she was talking about. A breathtaking brunette with smooth caramel skin and full lips was staring at us. She was indeed beautiful, I couldn’t argue with that. “You know, I can’t fuck every hot girl that looks my way, babe.”
“I know, Master. I just want you to have all options on the table.”
“I’d rather have you on a table,” I said as I kissed her neck. I’ll admit, my eyes were still staring at the obviously aroused Indian girl watching us as I did it, however.
Carly purred into my ear, “Of course, Master. If that’s your wish you should have that as well. I’ll never argue with that idea…”
“Not until you’ve landed me all four of the sluts I want, baby,” I said with a smile. She flashed her brilliant grin back to me and nodded in happy submission.
We got to the dorm room and I knocked. A chorus of “Come in”s shouted from behind the heavy wooden door. I opened it and saw the three girls, Sherry, Starla and Louise, sitting on the small, cheap couch and watching a movie. Oh God… Evolution. A terrible movie from the 90s. They were laughing uproariously at the end as we came in.
“Why do they think this will work?” Louise was asking.
“Because there’s Selenium in head and shoulders, duh!” Starla answered.
“Yeah… but the two idiots were the ones that told them. Did they even check?” Sherry asked.
“Of course not. The script said it’s right. I’m sure it will work.” Louise answered
“Did they even have a reason to think Selenium?” Sherry asked.
“Not a good one,” Louise and Starla responded in unison as they convulsed in laughter.
I turned to Carly who was watching the movie, obviously having never seen it. I could tell she hadn’t seen it because she’d neither groaned nor rolled her eyes as any sane person would. I leaned over and whispered, “It’s not exactly Oscar territory.”
She giggled and nodded. We politely stood while the three girls finished their terrible, terrible movie. By the end, they were almost too busy laughing to talk. Sherry finally composed herself and looked up at me, “Sorry, Master. We got distracted.”
I laughed, “I see that. I expect it from a silly slut like you but I’m surprised these two got roped into such a terrible movie.”
“I made them Mr. S. It’s one of my favorite bad movies ever,” Louise said. She looked at me and bit her lip. I felt Carly squeeze my hand and trace my palm with her finger.
“At least you acknowledge it’s a terrible movie, Louise,” I said with a wink.
“It’s a great date movie, Mr. S. The perfect movie to put on and not watch,” she said saucily. Starla frowned at her friend’s blatant flirting. “Speaking of dates. When are you going to take Starla on a second date. I think she’s been missing you.”
“Louise,” Starla hissed and blushed.
“I’m not really sure if she enjoyed our date so I’m really waiting for her to give me the green light.”
Starla goggled at me as Carly, the only one in the room other than Starla and I that understood the code, choked a cough back.
“I… well… I…”
“Oh she loved it, Mr. S,” Louise said as she walked up to me, “She couldn’t stop talking about it but well…,” she said glancing at Carly.
“Go ahead,” Carly said, “Master and I have no secrets from each other.”
“She’d really like a one on one date. I think she was a little intimidated by Kyrsten.”
“Louise!” Starla fairly shouted the second time.
Louise just smiled at me, never breaking eye contact. “She doesn’t want you to think she’s a slut, Mr. S. I think she thought you expected some kinky threeway and she wants you to know she’s not that type of girl.” I looked at Louise and then at Starla.
“I won’t bring Carly on our next date, Starla. Assuming I get the green light. So do I have it? Do I have the green light?”
She was flushed from head to toe and couldn’t even talk as she held her breath. She nodded ever so slightly and I clapped my hands together. “Excellent.”
“And what about me, Mr. S? When do I get MY date?” Louise said, stepping even closer and looking up into my eyes. Her small breasts were pressing against my shirt ever so slightly.
“You know my condition,” I told her.
“All three of my holes first? Before even a date? But Mr. S. I’m not that type of girl. Only sluts put out before the fourth date.”
Sherry and Carly snickered and Starla gasped a little. All three of them had been spreading their legs quickly in their own ways. “But I like slutty girls, Louise.”
“Well, then none of this for you,” she said and pulled her tank top down, flashing me her hot little nipple for the briefest of moments before fixing her shirt and skipping away with a laugh. I gave Carly a brief little nod and she followed Louise into the girls’ shared bedroom while I looked at Starla and Sherry.
“Sherry, here’s my credit card. Go to the nearest sex shop and buy a butt plug, a remote controlled dildo and a pair of nipple clamps,” I told her without even looking at her. She made a surprised little whine.
“But, Master. I’ve missed your big thick white cock in me. Can’t you use one of my holes first,” she said.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me before giving her a kiss. Her tongue danced inside my mouth as her moans resonated through my body. The little slut was practically in heat as she humped wildly up against my hip. I pulled her away and spit onto her surprised face, “You’ll have my cock when you’ve earned it slut. Now do what you’re told before I make you do it naked.”
“Yes, Master,” she said and scurried out of the room. Starla and I were alone now and I walked towards her.
“I’ve been thinking about you, slut,” I told her as I walked forward. She backed away into the corner of the kitchen, feeling behind her and stammering as she did. She knew what I was doing. She knew what I was going to do. And she loved it. It was all part of the game to her.
“Just because I gave you the green light for a date doesn’t mean I want something else,” she said. Her breathing was heavy and her big tits grew and shrank with her breath in her too tight t-shirt.
I traced my fingers down her chin and across her breasts and nipples sending a shiver through her body. “You’re dressed sluttier than normal today,” I observed. Her tight t-shirt showed off her plump little waist and her little short shorts barely covered her ass.
“I thought you liked sluts,” she snapped.
“Oh… so you dressed like this for me?” I leaned in closer and inhaled her scent.
“What? No. Of course not. I”m not going to dress like a slut for a man who doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘No’!”
“Oh? So since I fucked you you’ve just decided to be a slut in general?” I whispered into her ear. She was pinned between me and the counter and my words didn’t get a denial. Instead they caused her to moan in arousal. “That’s it, isn’t it. You know you’re a slut now.”
“Y…. Nooooo,” she whined in an unconvincing denial. My left hand traced down her side and to her moist cunt. The heat radiated out from her thin shorts and I cupped it in my hand possessively.
“I think we both know that’s a lie. We better hurry. Unless you want your roommates to catch us,” I said and I spun her around roughly and bent her forward. My cock was out in a flash and crammed into her cunt. She let out a squeal of joy at the invasion as I started slamming her so hard that she had to put her hands up to avoid being slammed into the wall. Her feet came off the ground as her legs wiggled helplessly while I pounded into her. “Dumb cunt. Better make yourself sound like Sherry or else Louise is going to know the truth.”
“Please… no,” she whimpered.
“I love that you still fight it, bitch.” I snarled. I knew it was all a game to Starla but her response to that game and the pretense she needed was hot as hell. Her hot, wet and tight cunt felt like heaven wrapped around my shaft. Her already barely believable whimpers of protest quickly changed into moans of lust as we both surrendered to our need. I grabbed her hair with one hand and slid my thumb into her ass with the other, feeling a sense of ownership over the hot little slut. It didn’t take long for me to finish as I rammed into her several more times hard and fast before filling her up. She was panting as she laid limply across the kitchen counter. I zipped my pants up and gave her ass a nice little swat. “Are you still happy, Starla?” I asked. It’s really weird. In the moment, I could surrender to the fantasy. A lot like I did with Carly actually. The lust and the hormones drove me hard. Afterwards, I still felt that same tug of concern. That worry that maybe I’d taken the game that one step too far.
Any worries I had faded as Starla turned around to face me. She was grinning ear to ear and had a look of lust on her face and a twinkle in her eye that was unmistakable. She stepped closer to me, showing a confidence that I hadn’t realized she possessed. “Are you, my rapist, asking me if I’m happy?”
I nodded, unable to break eye contact as she continued. “You think I’d be happy when I’m just being taken and fucked whenever you want. When I don’t have a say in it. When I never know when you’re going to use my holes and not even bother to think about me as a person or even about my pleasure. Did you even consider giving me an orgasm?”
I shook my head and smiled, “It never occurred to me.”
She grinned back, “Good… I’ll cum with some nice boy who wants to make love. That’s not what I need or want from someone who just takes what he desires.”
I leaned forward and kissed her, taking her into my arms. Our tongues explored each other with need. As I broke the kiss, I whispered, “You’ll tell me when you’re done with the game.” She stared at me and I wondered if maybe I’d broken some kind of rule by even talking about it. Maybe I had. Maybe I needed to.
She just nodded, suddenly shy again and tucked her hair behind her ear. “What if… what if I’m never done with it?”
I kissed her again, lightly this time, then leaned and whispered into her ear, “Then I’ll be happy with my little piece of tight rapemeat, won’t I?”
She shuddered. A full body ripple of pleasure going all the way from her shoulders to her cunt. She gave a little moan and nod at the end. Before we could say anything else, the door to the bedroom opened and Carly and Louise walked out. I stepped smoothly away from Starla, still aware that her roommates didn’t know what was going on. Carly gave me a knowing smirk. There was no hiding things from that girl. Louise, on the other hand, looked at us both quizzically, sure that something was going on but unsure what it was.
“Did you two have a nice talk? I asked.
“Yes, Master. I think I understand Louise a lot better now. I like her a lot. I think you’ll like her too.” Her smile and tone told me exactly how much she wanted me to “like” Louise.
“I hope so. But I already like all three of these beauties. Each in different ways,” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Starla who blushed bright red.
“I hope so too, Mr. S,” Louise said as she bit her lip. Her eyes bore into me with a stare that would melt steel. My just spent cock twitched in my pants involuntarily as I resolved to find out exactly what made this sexy little enigma tick.
We stayed and talked for awhile, Louise kept flirting every chance we got, even sitting next to me on the couch and squeezing unnecessarily close to me. Sherry finally returned with the items I’d told her to buy. I took them from her and we said our goodbyes. Sherry and her sister gave each other a more than sisterly kiss which actually made Starla look away in embarrassment. Louise simply watched me the whole time.
When we got back to my condo, I immediately pulled Carly into the bedroom and onto our bed with a laugh. “Very eager, Master.”
“I’m eager to hear what you think about the girls I’ve pointed out to you.”
She rubbed my shaft through my pants, “I see that, Master. You do seem VERY eager. You want to know what your fiance thinks about your odds of fucking them?”
I nodded and closed my eyes, “Suck Starla’s cunt juice off me while you tell me, baby.”
Carly’s eyes widened as she nodded and fished out my cock. She was mesmerized by it as she took a little lick and made a satisfied yummy sound.
“Victoria is 100%, Master.”
“Really?” I asked as she sucked me expertly down her throat then came back up.
“Oh yes, Master. I think you’ll see within a day or two a complete change. She is almost as eager to serve you as Sherry and I.”
“Interesting, I said. And what about Tabitha?”
“I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with her. I think she’s probably 50/50 based on what I’ve seen but that’s totally a guess,” she said before sucking me down again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she worked my cockhead with her tongue and throat. She came back up with a gasp, panting for air. “In fact… wow… she’s the only one I have much doubt about.”
“Really? You think Maureen’s into me?”
“Your neighbor? The hot redhead who flirts with you and probably fingers her lonely pussy to the sounds of your conquests? Yes, Master. She’s definitely interested.”
“Mmm… that would be nice. A hot slut to use whenever you’ve displeased me.”
Carly came up, a frown across her face. “I hope that I don’t displease you often, Master.”
“Almost never, baby,” I said with a smile.
“Well then you won’t be fucking her enough, Master. You definitely should fuck her more often then when I displease you,” she said. Her smile told me she knew she’d gotten me with her clever wordplay. I rewarded her by shoving her mouth down onto my cock again and holding her there.
“And what about Louise, slut? What’s your expert cuckquean opinion of her?”
I allowed her up and she gasped. Spit covered her face and dripped down to my cock messily but she was smiling nevertheless as she panted for air. “We should talk about that, Jay” she said, looking serious for the first time. If her face didn’t clue me in, her use of my name definitely did.
“Okay… what about.”
“She told me what you told her… about not taking her out on a date until you’ve had her three holes.”
I shrugged. She seemed pretty turned on by the idea and while I’d said it that first time on a whim, I’d kept reminding her of it as if it was a hard promise. “What about it.”
“I think you should let her out of that. In fact, do exactly the opposite. Take her on multiple dates before you fuck her.”
I had no problem with that. In fact, I was fucking so many women lately that a no-sex date actually sounded kind of fun. “Sure… but why?”
“Well… you know a lot of it from Starla. Louise’s dad and brothers are pretty big horndogs and Louise has a pretty messed up vision of what guys like in girls.”
“Brainless bimbos?”
“Pretty much,” Carly said before playfully licking my cock again.
I shrugged, “There’s something to be said for brainless bimbos.” I smiled as Carly glanced up at me, nodding with her mouthful. “But truthfully that’s not really what I like. I like my girls to hold a conversation. They’re only dumb cunts in bed.” Carly glanced up at me and laughed before pulling herself off.
“I don’t think she sees the distinction. She really, really wants to fuck you. And she would, actually. If you went back there right now and grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom you could be balls deep in her in twenty minutes,” my cock twitched as the image of Louise’s long thin legs wrapping themselves around me as I took her virginity ran through my mind. “Mmm… you like that don’t you? The slutty little virgin spreading her fresh, tight cunt for your big white cock?” She sucked me deep again. “If you do that, she’ll probably just give up and be a dumb little trophy bimbo forever. She’ll drop out of school and give herself up to whatever random asshole has the biggest cock.”
I pictured her being passed around at parties. Fucking other random guys. I realized that I was actually kind of jealous. “No,” I said, surprising myself. “She’s mine.” I realized how possessive I was with the girls that were mine. And Louise felt like mine. Carly simply smiled and nodded. She already knew. “So what should I do, my love? If I want to own the little slut, what’s my move?”
“Surprise her. Show her that guys like different things. Show her what KIND of slut you like. You can mold her to be your perfect little woman. Not just a fucktoy but a lover. Corrupting her in all the ways you want without any of the baggage she’d otherwise have… If that’s what you want, Master.” That last sentence was accompanied by a knowing smirk. I grabbed her head and started fucking her throat as I imagined Louise. I pictured the hot little 18 year old spreading herself for me. I pictured teaching her what I liked. Training her. Watching her ride me. Taking her ass for the first time. Filling her cunt over and over and making other sluts lick it out. Suddenly, I was cumming down Carly’s throat imagining it was Louise’s tight little hole.
“Fuck that was good,” I said as I came down from my high. Carly came up and snuggled next to me, her own contentment radiating from her beautiful face and smile. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Master.”
“We’re having a baby. What if she’s a girl?” It was a question that had been occupying an inordinate amount of my thinking lately.
“You mean do I want her to be subservient to white men?”
“Well… I mean that’s part of it… how far does your kink go?”
“Not that far, Jay. Not even close. I know you and I don’t think you’ll let that happen, right? Would you want our daughter to be like that.”
“No,” I said quickly. “Absolutely not. I hope our daughter will cut the balls off anyone who treated her that way.”
Carly smiled, “The difference is the culture we grew up in. For me, there was always this background and it pervaded through me and made me think things. Those early thoughts take root and they’re powerful.”
“I know… and I knew you’d say that. But that’s the other part… Think of the environment our kid will grow up in.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, not quite understanding what I mean.
“Our kid is going to grow up seeing their dad with multiple girlfriends and… and maybe wives if you get your way. There’s no way to hide that from them. And no way to hide that from others. I don’t want to start some cultish commune just to have our lifestyle.”
For the first time, I saw Carly’s resolve waiver. I think she’d truly never considered the possibility and what it would mean. I could see her playing through the scenarios. Life with Kyrsten. Life with a parade of women going through our bed. What would our kids think? The neighbors? Our kids’ friends? I saw the tears gather in her eyes as her dreams shattered in her mind. It broke my heart because I knew that she had been enough for me. If when we’d started she’d wanted us to be exclusive and just have this kink in the bedroom, I’d have been perfectly happy with that and lived my life blissfully monogamous to a woman I considered damn near perfect. But she’d opened something in me now and, especially with Kyrsten, I didn’t know if I could close that off. That’s what had been nagging at the back of my mind for the last few days. Letting Kyrsten into my heart so explicitly had consequences and we needed to confront them now not later.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby. We’ll figure it out.”
She wailed, “I’m so stupid, Jay. What have I done?” Her voice cracked as she sobbed on my shoulder. I could feel the cool wetness of her tears on my chest. “I thought it would all be happiness and joy and sexy times all the time. I… I didn’t think about the real world.”
“We’ve got a long time to think about it. I don’t even know if Kyrsten wants kids, Carly. She and I haven’t talked about it. And if I have to stop with just the two of you, I promise I’ll be the happiest man on the planet. She could live with us and people might talk but it wouldn’t be that big a deal.”
“You’re amazing, Master,” Carly said and kissed me with tear moistened lips. I laughed and pulled her close. “But part of me thinks it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for a child to grow up in a house full of love. I know that’s an overly romantic viewpoint but I can imagine myself running around in a big house with tons of half siblings playing and laughing. Knowing that there was so much love between my father and his wives that I’d never have to worry about anything. I think I’d feel safe in that environment.”
“The more people we bring in, the more chance of interpersonal conflict. What if I’d fallen in love with Jackie? Can you picture her as one of those wives?”
Carly shuddered and shook her head, “No, Master. It was hot but I don’t want Jackie being a permanent part of your life. Part of why it was so hot was I had that fear in the pit of my stomach though. But I’m glad you didn’t pursue things further with her.”
“Promise me you’ll tell me about those women, Carly. Please. I don’t want to bring someone in that you have reservations about. Is there anyone right now that you’re worried about? Or that you think Kyrsten will be worried about?”
“So you are still thinking about more girlfriends?”
I paused, realizing in that moment that I’d already developed affection for a couple that I wanted to pursue. I nodded silently.
“You’ve already decided on someone haven’t you?”
I sheepishly replied, “Two or three, I think.”
“Three?” she asked faking a scandalized expression. “OOh… let me guess. Well… Louise obviously, right?” she asked and I nodded. Something about that girl really pressed all my buttons and I felt like I needed to pursue it. “Hrmm… who else. Oh… Rebeccah of course. You really like the brainy little airhead didn’t you?” I nodded again. She was right. “I don’t know… who’s the other one?”
“I think maybe Starla too.”
“Really? You sure that’s not just you white knighting?” she asked. I considered the question. She might be right. I knew I had an affinity for broken girls and wanted to help them. Maybe that’s all it was with Starla. Was it? Was that my attraction to Kyrsten to? Did I like Starla as a person? It was so hard to tell. In general, I really didn’t like sleeping with people that I didn’t like anyways.
“As long as it’s not Daphne, I think Kyrsten and I will be fine with any of them.”
“What’s wrong with Daphne?”
She looked up at me, “You’re an adorable idiot, Master,” Carly said and kissed me. I laughed and kissed her back, “She’s way too ambitious, Master. You’re a stepping stone for her and the fact that you give her great sex makes it even better but I don’t think she’s capable of real affection.” I frowned. I’d come to the same conclusion in the back of my head but hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. I nodded silently, grateful for the perceptiveness of my girlfriend. “Now, may I make a suggestion, Master?”
“Of course, my love.”
“Fuck me so hard that I can’t stop screaming. If we give Maureen a good enough show, maybe she’ll be in your bed tomorrow night.”
“You always have the best plans, slut,” I said and that’s exactly what we did. Worries about the future were set aside and the present became all that mattered.
