Masterfulhusband
patreon
Road to Hell (ReWrite) Ch. 5
🕑 Added 2021-03-08 18:01:01 +0000 UTCMy God it's painful rereading some of these. These definitely needed a polish (I'm actually a little scared to go back and read Ch1 of Carly and Jay for these same reasons). But at least I'm getting an opportunity to fix some of them. Honestly, if I had time, these chapters deserve a bigger rewrite. Jay is kind of a manipulative asshole in this and I think it would be a more compelling story if his motivations for the first few girls at least were a little more "noble but ultimately corrupted". Like if Debbie and Aella had actual things wrong with them Jay was trying to fix or something. But alas, that's not the story so we'll just stick with this story's Jay being a bit of a monster. At least the sex is hot ;)
---
The next morning, I was up early, trying to get some things prepped for work on Monday. Kay came walking downstairs about an hour later wearing a very short, clingy sundress that made her lack of underwear fairly obvious. Putting her hair back in a ponytail and slipping on some tennis shoes she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the door. "Oh... I almost forgot... You really like chokers right?" she asked already knowing the answer. She slipped on a lacy, white choker around her neck. It somehow perfectly conveyed her false innocence. Then she grabbed my hand and said, "I hope that I'm not out of line, Sir, but I figured that you'd want this all to be a surprise and you wouldn't want to wait in the salon while I got my hair done. Why don't you stay here and watch some porn and I'll be back tonight."
I was dumbfounded. Three months ago my wife would have been shell shocked about ANYTHING that had happened in the last 24 hours. But here she was embracing the changes and pushing beyond them. I was in hog heaven. "Don't be gone too long."
"I won't, Sir. I promise."
When she left, I did exactly as she suggested. I watched all the videos we'd shot. After all the action from last night I wasn't really in a mood to jerk off so I just set them to loop on the second monitor while I went and played with my program. Predictably, my mind wandered and I pictured a whole harem of willing, obedient slaves. Now that DID make me hard, but I powered through it. I worked on a very simple little program that would install itself onto a computer or Android phone. The program would go out and search a public folder I had created for an encoded name that was set up. In the file that it downloaded would be the various commands for that subject. The program would only search once a month and the incredibly small download sizes would cause very little suspicion to all but the most technically savvy and suspicious of people. Even if they tracked it down, all they’d see was a minute bit of encrypted data, too small to even be a virus.
Then I went into Kay's program and added the following lines:
-You love sharing Jay-
-Jay needs variety-
-Jay deserves constant pleasure-
-Being the leader of a harem is erotic-
-Helping Jay add to his harem turns you on-
-Bending women to Jay’s will turns you on-
All of this was finished in a surprisingly short period of time and I sat back and thought about all of the people I'd like to have. I started a list (I love lists) and started to keep track of the women I wanted to at least sample. My mind drifted and wandered through fantasies and women in various sordid combinations. I’d made some sexual changes with my wife but left her personality relatively unscathed. With Debbie, however, I’d essentially mind fucked her, giving her quite the guilt trip via subliminal message. I considered the morality of that but, contemplating morality while sporting a huge erection is not a recipe for duplicating Plato or Kant.
Ultimately, what I really wanted was to be able to sleep with the women that turned me on and have them get turned on by that. As long as they’re turned on and happy, I reasoned, what I was doing wasn’t wrongwrong… just sort of low-grade wrong. With that thought in mind, I went back to my list. The easiest ones would be the people I had easy access to their computers or they trusted me enough to install something I sent them. I travel a lot for work and I realized that the most convenient girl for me would be Aella. Aella is a beautiful half black, half asian girl. I'm not normally attracted to that type, but something about this girl has always rung my bell. She wears the cutest outfits and always shows off just enough skin to show you how sexy she is, but not so much that she comes off as the office slut. She's always been nice but distant to me and my dick was telling me it was time to change that.
I compiled a version of the program that I had used on Kay.
-Jay is cute-
-Jay is sexy-
-It would be fun to fool around with Jay-
-It would be fun to seduce Jay-
-You have a secret crush on Jay-
-You want to be alone with Jay-
-Fucking Jay isn't cheating-
-Jay turns you on a lot-
-You are bi curious-
-You're very competitive with Jay's women-
-Rejection by Jay makes you want him more-
I then created a very abbreviated program for my boss.
-Jay's a great worker-
-Jay can be trusted to work from home-
-When Jay goes on the road Aella should go with him-
-Jay's work is always top quality-
I saved both the files off to a thumb drive. When I finished, I checked my watch. It was getting late and I started to worry about Kay. She hadn’t returned or called, which was unusual for her. Finally, around 7 o'clock, she returned home, waltzing in as the living embodiment of hotness. Her normally wavy, dirty blonde hair was now styled straight and had been bleached to a bright yellow blonde. She was wearing a short jean skirt with the waist straps of her thong showing and a sleeveless top with a keyhole cut that showed off her cleavage and lack of a bra. Topping it all off, figuratively, were a pair of white thigh high heeled boots. She did a little pirouette and I saw the tattoo at her back. It prominently said, "Jay's Toy" in script. It was one of those “tattoos” you can get by covering up skin while tanning. Visions of bending her over and fucking her while staring at that tattoo danced through my head.
She came over and knelt between my legs. "I hope you like the tattoo, Sir? I wanted something that you could cover up with makeup or have me change to match your… desires." She started eagerly stroking my cock with one hand while her other plunged under her skirt, which was already bunched up around her waist. Her panties were clearly soaked and I could see juices glistening down her leg.
"You've done very well except for the part where you broke your word," her face fell as I said this. She was obviously upset and confused. "You told me you would not be gone long then stayed out very late. Leaving me at home worrying about you. You're going to need some firm punishment." I told her this while I was pulling the belt out from my pants. I grabbed her by the hair and moved her across the back of the couch. Then I pulled up her skirt and gave her ass a swipe with my belt. I think it was more loud than painful since her response was an obvious moan of pleasure. "I guess that wasn't hard enough, slut."
I gave her ass 5 more firm strokes. I'm not a particularly sadistic person so the lashes were nowhere near full strength, but she wasn't complaining a bit. In fact, when I gave her the 5th swipe she moaned even louder and seemed to have a tiny orgasm. I grabbed her wrists and tied them with the belt then dipped my fingers into her cunt. It had been wet before, now it was gushing like a fountain. I swirled my fingers around, causing her knees to buckle and eliciting a sexy moan. Then I started sliding the copious juices along her
"Oh, fuck yeah. Please fuck my ass Master. Fuck this slut's ass. I've been doing naughty things all day and only an ass fucking from you will remind me of my place."
Her wording piqued my curiosity and I held my dick right at her asshole, "What have you done today?"
"uhh... " she grunted as she tried to lean back into my cock a little, "I thought that you shouldn't be spending your money on a slut like me. So I tried to get as much free stuff as I could today. I've been showing my tits and cunt all over town."
"You little slut," I said mockingly. Not that I was upset. The idea of my wife flashing people to get cheaper prices was pretty hot. "Did you do anything else?"
"I wanted to, Master. The man selling the boots wanted to fuck me but I got him to accept a hand job." I brought my hand down on her ass three times.
"You are not to fool around with any men unless I'm present. Do I make myself clear?" I was a little angry though mostly disturbed by the little voice in my head reminding me that I was the one who had done this to her.
"Yes sir. The tanning salon guy wanted me to blow him but he settled for me eating his girlfriend's pussy. Is that alright, Sir?"
"Yes, slave. But you're going to need a severe punishment for the hand job," I said as I jammed my cock in her ass. "You will be servicing me three times a day. I might occasionally demand a blowjob but mostly it’ll be this slut ass paying for your transgression. Your cunt will not be filled and you are not permitted to orgasm until I allow it," I was really pounding her fast now and knew I would come soon. "Understand, bitch?" I growled as I slapped her ass and fucked her harder.
"Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass. Use your toy. Fuck your anal bitch.... Uhhh... ooohhhh" she said as we came at the same time.
After we got cleaned up, we curled up on the couch to watch a sitcom. It was a moment of normalcy during a time when things had been, blissfully, abnormal. However, after only 15 minutes, Kay got down on the ground between my legs and started sucking me off. “I’d prefer to service you while you watch, Sir,” she offered by way of explanation before returning to her ministrations.
I was in heaven as I lay back and watched TV while this beautiful sex goddess went to work on me. When I finally got ready to come, I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick, blasting my cum all over her face. She licked up what she could and sat back on the couch with the now drying cum still on her face and in her hair and a proud smile across her face. She had truly embraced being the slutty, submissive pet that I wanted her to be.
I was as good as my word with Kay. I used her ass a dozen times over the weekend. When she wasn't getting reamed she was prancing around the house, watching porn or just blowing me. There was sexual tension constantly in the house and I was banging her whenever and wherever I wanted. On Monday, I installed the program on the computers at work and started waiting for the inevitable countdown. I made a little Excel shet to help me keep track of everyone. It was obvious the rates were different in different people but I still had no idea why that was. Kay's seemed to be almost dead perfect at 21 days. I wasn't certain about Debbie because I didn't know when she first watched the video but "17?" days for her was what I had penciled in. My boss, Karl, and Aella now had their own spot as well with today as their start date. I’ll freely admit, my excitement was close to bubbling over during those first few days.
That excitement waned over the following days. But less than two weeks later I had one of the best 24 hours I've ever had in my life. I was getting ready to leave the office and Aella came walking up just as the elevator door was closing. She was wearing a well tailored business suit that managed to show off all of her curves and her nice bubble butt without looking even a little slutty. I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything under the suit jacket and her cleavage was prominently displayed. Being the gentleman that I am, I reached my hand out to keep the door open and it banged shut on my fingers. The stupid rubber seperator that was supposed to be there wasn’t and the metal crunched my hand loudly and painfully. "Fuck," I said as the door decided to open back up after attempting to maul my hand.
An expression of concern on her face, Aella stepped in and said, “Thanks… that looks painful.” She grabbed my hand gently, examining it in a curious way, “But it doesn't look too bad. Do I need to kiss it and make it better?"
I looked at her. Having never talked to me like this before, this seemed to be the program working. However, it had only been 13 days. I really didn’t want to risk a sexual harassment lawsuit so I decided to play it slow, "No thanks. My wife will be happy to do that when I get home."
"But that's so far away. Plus, who knows if she really will make it feel better. You could be... throbbing... for some time." I'm not even sure if she realized it, but when she said 'throbbing' her eyes raked my body. I knew that I was golden. This was definitely out of the ordinary.
"I don't really have much choice though. I think your boyfriend would be pretty upset if he caught you kissing ANY part of me."
"You'd be surprised," she said and moved closer to me. "You hurt your finger because of me. What can I do to make it better?" Her voice had gotten lower and she was clearly trying to seduce me. Just then, the elevator stopped and opened. Aella took a step back from me and said, "Come to my car. I think I've got something for that finger." We walked in silence through the cold, concrete parking structure. She'd parked in the back of the third floor of the parking deck. A very secluded spot where only a few people would even drive past. Wordlessly, we got into her small blue Civic and she looked at me, "You probably need something warm to soak that finger in. Why don't you try this?" she said and she pulled her skirt up. Her cunt was freshly shaved and was already wet. I was pretty sure that she had planned this since this morning which would mean that the program probably took effect last night. Of course, that was when I realized that, instead of fingering this very willing and gorgeous girl, I was doing arithmetic. I can be a bit of an idiot sometimes.
I wanted her wrapped around my finger both physically and mentally, though. Thinking about that, I demurred, "Aella, I really don't think we should. We both have significant others and... " I started.
"Jay, we both know why you came up here. We're both adults and neither of our partners needs to know. Besides, I can do things that your wife couldn't possibly imagine... " she said as she leaned in toward me. I tried not to laugh at the last bit. There wasn’t much that Kay couldn’t imagine any longer.
"I love my wife... and she's a pretty imaginative individual,” I said with complete sincerity.
"Trust me, Jay. My lovers are kept very, very happy," she said. Her hand was now on my thigh and I was fully aware of the musky smell in the car. "Would your wife blow you in the parking garage at your office?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she unzipped my pants and started deep throating my cock. That was a talent Kay hadn't quite mastered as her gag reflex was strong. Aella, however, immediately sucked my dick into the back of her throat and held it there, tonguing the underside of my cock while she did it. It was an incredible sensation and I was pretty sure that she didn’t find the intrusion even a little difficult to manage. My ego might have been hurt if the sensation wasn’t so amazing. After about 30 seconds of this, she started bobbing up and down enthusiastically. I didn’t last long, the sight of a beautiful, sexy slut who was bending to my will while I cheated on my wife for the first time was a powerful, intoxicating combination. It only took her four or five minutes and I was shooting deep into her throat while she hungrily sucked it all down.
"So, how does that compare to your wife?" she asked smugly.
"Honestly?" I asked and she nodded with a self satisfied smile, "My wife's technique is a little better, she sucks my cock because it gets HER off and it makes a world of difference. You seemed like you were just doing work." I watched her carefully and she looked surprised and genuinely disappointed.
"I guess I'll have to try better tomorrow," she said as I zipped up and let myself out of her car. As I rounded the corner and was out of sight, I allowed myself a little fist bump, proud of my success.
On the way home, Kay called. I stopped my happy whistling and answered quickly, “Hey, babe! How’s your day?”
“Debbie called,” came my wife’s voice. She wasn’t distraught or anything but I could hear the worry in her voice.
“Everything okay?”
“She… she said she wants to keep her distance for awhile. That she needs to think about things. What should I do? I don't want what happened to ruin our friendship." Kay was clearly concerned. On the other hand, I knew the calendar. Debbie was obviously consumed with guilt because the new set of programming had kicked in.
"Call her back and tell her to come over. Don't ask,” I emphasized, “Tell her."
"Jay, I don't want to drive her off. She's not as open as I am about this stuff," I chuckled at this. Kay hadn’t been open at all until the last couple of months but now she was almost completely uninhibited.
"Kay, trust me. Tonight she's going to be open to all of our... stuff. Now call her and tell her to come over. Remember, make sure to tell her. She's clearly very submissive. She'll do it,” I said, pausing before adding, “Oh, and don't ever question me again. I know she's your friend but I'm your Master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said demurely.
"I'll decide on a punishment on the drive home." I told her. In truth, I already had her 'punishment' in mind but I wanted to be able to see her when I told her.
Unsurprisingly, she called me back two minutes later and told me that Debbie was on her way over. When I arrived, I was greeted at the door by Kay wearing only her slave collar, high heels and garter belt with stockings. She was a walking, talking wet dream and my already hard cock got even harder. I stripped out of my clothes, grabbed her hair and guided her firmly over to a chair in the living room. There's a partition in our house that breaks up the living room and the family room. The partition is only about three feet high and you can see over it from the front door but you can’t see behind it. I moved the chair so that I could see the front door but that someone coming in would only be able to see my head and nothing else. Then, I set up the camera to record the night's activities.
With everything set up, I reclined casually in the chair and pushed Kay to her knees in front of me. She needed no other instructions. She obediently started sucking my cock and I turned on a Ravens game while we waited for Debbie. I wanted Debbie to see as normal a picture as possible until she realized what was happening. Everything with Debbie was better when she was surprised and caught off-guard. I was so aroused, I had to keep pulling Kay off my cock just to keep from coming. Every time I did, she sat there, straining against my grip with her mouth open and tongue out, eager to go back down on me. The desperate noises she was making were nearly as much a turn on as the submissive blowjob and sexy clothes. Finally, the doorbell rang, "Come in!" I shouted. Debbie walked in wearing a long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans and stepped inside slowly as her eyes adjusted to the low light. "In here," I said and waved with my arm for her to come closer. She had a reluctant, almost scared, look on her face as she approached. When she rounded the corner of the low wall, her eyes went wide in shock as she saw the top of Kay’s head bobbing up and down on me.
"Oh god, Jay, what are you doing?!? Kay is going to kill you!"
I laughed out loud. With the hair and the tattoo, Debbie didn't recognize Kay as the girl brazenly and enthusiastically fellating me. "I think Kay's fine with it. Aren't you honey?" I said as I roughly pulled Kay's head up by her ponytail.
"Yes, Sir," she said with a gasp of air and went back to my cock, ignoring her friend in favor of the rigid shaft demanding her undivided attention.
"This is wrong. I can't do this," Debbie said and started to back away. Despite her words, her eyes never left Kay’s body.
"Get back here, slut!" I shouted. "You've already been a part of this. You've already fucked both of us. We know you're a carpet munching little cunt. Isn't that right?" My words were harsh and Debbie’s wide eyes snapped up to meet my malevolent, cocky grin.
Debbie's response was unforgettable. She actually came while standing there. Her hand hit the wall and her knees weakened. She moaned, her free hand pressing into her crotch as she dropped to the ground against the wall. "My little slut wife here has been disobedient tonight. I've been fucking her ass every night since the last time you were here so I'm in the mood for something new. So I'm going to fuck you while Kay watches."
Debbie moaned and her hand went into her pants while Kay started to murmur something in protest, but decided to let the objection die on her lips. Instead, she sat down on the couch, leaning back and spreading her legs lewdly as she began leisurely strumming her clit.
I watched my whore of a wife for a moment before saying, "Oh no, slut. You're not going to be getting yourself off tonight." I reached into one of our toy bins and pulled out some restraints. Standing up, I walked across to her and pulled her up, shoving her against the wall as I tied her hands behind her back. Then I marched her over to the back of the couch and kicked her legs apart before shoving her over the leather back. She immediately started trying to get a bit of friction on her cunt from the back of the couch but it was a futile attempt of aroused desperation.
While Kay struggled and whimpered in erotic agony, I walked over to Debbie who was just now coming down from her own orgasm. She was staring at my cock in awe as I walked toward her. I was rock hard, despite the blow job from Aella only an hour before I felt like I could hammer a spike with my cock. "You are one hot little slut, Debbie,” I said, “I don't know why you hide that nice body in those frumpy clothes though. But I know that Kay is going to love watching me make you scream." I was intentionally trying to hit all the hot buttons for Debbie. I knew that she was almost completely gone with lust. Her own physiological response was obvious just by the way she couldn’t stop humping her hips against her hand.
"Please, Jay. You shouldn't do this,” she pleased, “We shouldn't do this."
"You're free to leave whenever you want. But I think we all know that you're not going to. You can't even take your eyes off my dick. Are you thinking about being fucked right now?" I asked her.
"N... N... no... " she said in a completely unconvincing stutter.
"I think you're lying. I think that's yet another thing you've done wrong. You're such a naughty little slut. You came into my house with ugly, baggy clothes but we all know you were going to offer up your cunt to both of us. Now tell me the truth. What have you been thinking about?"
"L... Lick... Licking Kay," she said and her face went a deep crimson.
"So are you a dyke now? For a little lesbian bitch, you sure do stare at my cock a lot," I told her. Waves of mini-orgasms wracked her body and her eyes rolled as she leaned against the wall.
When she regained control she looked me in the eyes for the first time and said, "Your cock is always in me... when I fantasize."
"Well let's make that fantasy a reality," I grabbed her roughly and stood her up. Then I slammed her into the wall and kissed her forcefully. She just moaned into my mouth as I ground my dick into her pelvis. I grabbed her shirt with both hands and yanked it off. The bra underneath was a plain white one and I brought my lips to her cleavage as my hands went to her pants. She was looking over at Kay almost apologetically as I ripped hard at her pants, making the button pop off and the zipper rip. The pants fell to her ankles revealing the plainest white cotton panties that you can imagine.
"What kind of underwear is this? The last time you came over here you were so hot to trot you didn't wear anything. Now you think you've become some sort of little goodie goodie? What a little cunt you are. You're almost as big a bitch as Kay over there. I better never catch you wearing this stuff again." I spun her around and pulled at her bra until the bra clasp snapped off, letting the torn, ruined garment fall to the floor. Then, I reached for the waistline of her panties and ripped them off too.
"Now you're dressed like you should be. I guess going back to your place is going to be embarrassing. That's going to be a pretty big walk of shame you make. Your roommates are going to think you were mugged or something. You should make sure to tell them exactly what happened," I said. Her pussy was soaking wet and I slipped into her from behind with ease. I slammed her into the wall and forced her to turn her head toward Kay. "What do you think, Kay? Do you wish this was you getting pounded right now?"
"Yes, Sir. Ohhh please Sir. Don't waste your cum on that slut."
"You're right, Kay. I won't. You're going to clean her out when I'm done," I said as both girls moaned. "You like that idea, Debbie?"
"Yy... yyesss," she screamed. She was coming already and I responded by pulling her off the wall and bending her over the chair. Then I grabbed her hips and slammed her as hard as I could. It didn't take long with Kay cheering us on and Debbie's wailing from the endless string of orgasms she was having. Finally, I shot into her and pulled out.
"Go get cleaned up by my wife," I told her. She crawled over to Kay and spread her legs on the couch. Kay eagerly went to work, slurping up every bit of come that she could. She lingered a lot longer on Debbie's clit then strictly needed, but it made Debbie shiver from sensory overload so I wasn't going to complain.
I put one of our new homemade DVDs in and set it to play all. Then I grabbed Debbie and pulled her to the couch, just far enough from Kay that they couldn't get to each other. I sat on the couch with Debbie in front of me, my cock pinned against her ass. I forced her hands back to stroke my cock while I leaned back to relax. "Don't take your hands off my dick, Debbie." The three of us watched the various fuckings that Kay and I had engaged in over the last three months. They became more and more lurid and kinky as time went by. I wondered if Kay was even aware of the changes she was seeing. Debbie on the other hand was just soaking it all in. With every new sex act that she watched Kay engage in, I told her, "I'm going to do that to you," and she moaned. My dick was already rock hard again so I grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit before sliding into her from behind. She started slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. "Kay, Debbie's cunt is really tight. Maybe she is a little goodie, goodie,"
Kay's only response was a whimper. I was certain that she was turned on so much that if I just touched her she'd come. On screen, Kay was getting her ass reamed and was begging for more. It was a pretty surreal scene. I was working on my third orgasm in less than two hours and there was no way it was going to happen quicker, but that didn't stop me from humiliating Debbie. "See how quick I come with Kay, Debbie? Why haven't you gotten me off yet?" Debbie's response to each of these was to bounce a little faster, clench a little tighter and moan a little louder. "Kay knows to talk dirty Debbie. All you do is pleasure yourself up there."
"What should I say, Sir?" she asked. Her voice was meek and eager to please.
"Tell me what you're thinking. And be explicit, slut."
"Oh... god... I'm so turned on... but this just isn't... uhhhhh... right... Oh fuck that feels good in my cunt. We shouldn't be doing this in front of Kay though. She's all... uhhhh... tied up and probably going crazy from horniness... I feel like such a cheap slut too... But I'm so turned on... I want to be your slut, Jay... And Kay's slut... oh God, I shouldn't... uhn... say that. But I just want to eat her beautiful snatch..."
I marveled at how well my programming had taken. I pointed to the camera, "I've got the whole thing filmed up there. I can't wait to show it to your roommates."
That sent her completely over the edge and she came loud and hard. The orgasm was instant and insanely powerful. She fell off my dick and lay there spasming on the floor just saying, "Please... please... " over and over.
I got up and walked over to Kay. Her juices were flowing down her leg like a river at this point. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked while I trailed a finger up and down her spine.
She shivered and said, "You are my Master. What I want is irrelevant."
"That's a good slut. I think you've finally earned the privilege of having my dick back in your cunt," I told her as I positioned my cock at her opening. She was shaking and trying to hold still and I couldn't help but take a moment to stare at the beautiful body that was mine to use. I grabbed her hips and slipped my cock in. She let out an almost desperate wail of relief as I filled her up with my cock. Suddenly, I started pounding her hard. She came immediately and started babbling, "See slut... uhh... this is how you need to be for him... oh fuck my cunt... this is what we need to be for him... fill my pussy up, Master... we're little fucking sluts... oh yeah... and if we're good, he'll reward us... oh yeah, pound me... don't think that tight... uh... snatch of yours will get you any... oh fuck... favors... Jay likes sluts... so learn to be a good one..." Truth be told, I might have had trouble coming but Kay's talk completely did it for me. I shot my load into her while Debbie watched on from the floor, still twitching.
"Get up here and lick her clean, Debbie," I said. Kay's string of orgasms continued when Debbie started licking at her. Looking over, I could see the mixture of my cum and Kay's juices glistening on Debbie's face. I kissed Kay passionately, enjoying the moans of ecstacy that passed from Kay’s mouth to mine as Debbie continued to work her tongue along Kay’s neglected clit. Eventually, I pulled away and said, "Debbie, I think it's time for you to go home. If your roommates ask, tell them you got the best fuck of your life. You can give them all the details you want. I'm sure they'll think less of you but that's probably because you deserve it, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir," she said while blushing a deep red that left her chest even more flushed than it had been. She walked out with her tattered clothes held tight to her and I wished that I could be there when her friends confronted her. I was positive that she was going to be masturbating all night from the humiliation. I untied Kay and we went to bed, thoroughly tired and satisfied.
"You know that I'm yours now, Jay," she said while we lay in bed. She had her leg draped over me and was resting her head on my shoulder. "But I don't want to have to share you. This thing with Debbie is hot and the little skank sure likes it, but I want this," she stroked my cock with her hand, "mostly to myself."
I knew there was only a week left before her attitude on that shifted. I simply held her tight and whispered, "Don't worry, Kay. I plan on keeping you happy for the rest of our lives."
