Carly's Side, Chapter 6

This has been languishing for a long (LONG) time. Hopefully the next installment doesn't take as long as this one. As I've noted elsewhere, these are difficult to write for a whole host of reasons but I do enjoy going back and revisiting those heady early days of Carly and Jay's relationship. Expect the narrative to take a bigger divergence at some point as Carly returns home and discovers she's pregnant. For now, just enjoy that early debauchery with Kyrsten as the newly in love Jay and Carly feel each other out.

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I lay next to my Master and his new lover, listening to them breathing as their words floated through the air, worming their way into my brain and my heart.

“That was… wow,” she said. “Fucking amazing.” Kyrsten’s words twisted at me, again eliciting that exquisite jealousy in my stomach that somehow made me wet and all to aware of my own emptiness.

“Best you’ve ever had?” he asked. I could practically hear the smirk on his face in the words he was saying. Listening to him flirt with her, even after fucking her, was a delicious sound to my depraved mind.

“Pretty close,” she said. I could hear her holding something back from him. She was trying to be careful. Trying not to break the spell of whatever this moment was.

“I’ll settle for that for now,” he whispered and suddenly their words ended as they made out just inches from where I lay curled up against Master’s back. “This is amazing, Kyrsten. I’m so grateful to finally get to be with you,” he said. I could hear the lovesick high school boy inside of him and how it was tempered by the experience of a decade of the real world. If absence makes the heart go fonder, experiencing the reversal of requited love must push a person to a whole other level. “You have to tell me what to do to push your buttons even better next time,” he said.

She giggled, “Ohh… is there going to be a next time?” And now she was flirting with him. Right here. With me right here. Why was this pushing my buttons so fucking hard?

“Of course,” he said, oozing with confidence. That was the thing that made me smile. I remember that distinctly. Hearing Jay’s bolstered confidence and knowing that was partly because of me filled me with warmth and happiness. “You’re my slut now.”

Kyrsten gasped and gave a little giggle. I felt the bed wobble as she must have wriggled even closer to him. She was in his arms now. In the arms that held me just hours earlier. The wave of emotions roiling through me was as intense as any I’d ever felt before. “Mmmm… I like that… your slut… that sounds… right, you know?” there was a long pause. She was clearly struggling with saying something. She shouldn’t be. There was no reason to be with him. My Master would understand anything. Conquer anything. “I was worried about… uhmm… well…”

Master said, “What… what were you worried about?”

I don’t know why but it clicked for me in that moment. The thing she’d been worried about all morning. The weight at the back of her head. “She’s worried because of this… after what happened with Jenn and Roland.”

I didn’t see her reaction but she must have nodded because Master said, “Why though?”

“I mean… I came here to hook up with him… you know? He was the only guy I’ve ever dated that combined being nice with pushing my buttons.”

“Seriously?” he said. I reached up and stroked his back, trying to communicate to him through my fingers. Telling him to relax. Reassuring him that he didn’t have to fix everything and everyone. Convincing him to let her tell it in her own time and words.

“You… you asked if you were the best I’d ever had… You’re not,” she said. I felt Jay’s back tighten at the words. I know it was involuntary and I’m sure he didn’t realize it but I knew that her words cut him deeply. No guy likes to hear that, but he didn’t overreact and his face must have shown now anger because she just continued, “But the other two were just real assholes. One was abusive. One was… worse in some ways. I don’t want to talk about it. They were wildly unhealthy for me and they didn’t last. Roland was the only good guy that I didn’t hate after a month.”

“Why’d you break up?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know… it was dumb. Stupid teenage kid stuff. I wanted him back. I was awful. And then…”

“You hooked up.”

She was crying softly now and I could feel him embracing her. Good, Master. Comfort her. I curled closer to his back and continued to listen. “I thought I had a chance. Jenn’s great but I’m good too… right?”

“Hell yeah,” he said and quietly agreed.

“And it was amazing… fantastic. As good as it’s ever been… but it was also awful,” she said, her voice sounded so distant and devastated. Now I wanted to hold her too. “Everything that happened during… you know… during. It showed exactly who Roland wanted.”

“Ohh… and then today happened,” Master said, realization dawning on him finally.

She sniffed, “Yeah… I just… I was worried that I was going to be just a party girl on this trip. Some kind of threesome slut for happy couples to fuck.”

There was silence for several seconds and then suddenly Master was sitting up and climbing over Kyrsten. He flopped down behind her, spooning her and scooting her closer to me now. She and I were face to face and our eyes were locked. Somehow I felt closer to my friend than I’d ever felt before. I watched her face as Master spoke, “You are amazing, Kyrsten. Absolutely fantastic. I want to see you again. I’m not going to lie, I want to fuck you again.” She smiled, her eyes still watching mine as I was watching her. I think we were both trying to read the reaction of each other to see what the real situation was. Jay’s words were important but I knew that it was my reaction and emotions that Kyrsten was most worried about. And, ironically, it was her that I was most concerned about as well. Master would be fine if things didn’t progress. She didn’t live in New York and she was a high school crush he’d finally gotten to experience. It could end today and he’d be fine. But did he want it to? Did I? Did she? Those were the real questions. “I also don’t want to hurt you. I CAN’T hurt you.”

He poked his head up over her shoulder and caught my eye. I looked at him and smiled, trying to wordlessly reassure him that I was perfectly happy to follow his lead and he was doing a great job. “I love what I have with Carly and I… I need to explore it. I have to. In fact… I’m pretty sure I love her… or will love her…”

My heart and stomach and pussy fluttered at those words. It was insane to think that at this point. And telling Kyrsten that was definitely going to scare her off. Boys can be so stupid. Kyrsten’s eyes were big and she was looking at me now. Trying to read me. “I want Jay, Kyrsten. I want him with every fiber of my being. I want him to own every inch of me. But the thing is… I don’t want or need to own HIM.” The confusion was obvious in Kyrsten’s eyes so I pressed on, “I want him to have fuck other girls… but not just fuck them… I want him to date them, romance them, make them happy and yes even fall in love with some. And then I want to hear every. Single. Detail.” Those last words were pointed at Master who was listening intently and gave me a little nod. I had no doubt that he understood what I was saying. “I’ll find him girls. I found him you. I wanted this today not just for you and him but for me too. And I’ll participate in a threesome or watch or just vacuum and cook. It’s up to him. If you make him happy and he still comes home to me, that’s all I want in life. That’s heaven to me.”

Kyrsten was crying now, tears flowing freely, “You’re so weird,” she said.

“I know.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes, you do,” Master and I said in unison. My tone was reassuring. His was insistent and almost offended.

“No… I don’t… none of this. I’ve been awful… to everyone…And then… you fucked me so hard…”

It was breaking my heart to see her like this and I didn’t know what to do or say to make it better. Fortunately, my new Master understood. He folded his arms around her and held her tightly, whispering into her ear. “You’ve never been awful to me. I’ve never thought badly of you, Kyrsten. You’re wonderful.”

She just continued to sob as he continued, “You need to understand something though. I’m not a ‘make love’ kind of guy. It’s not my thing. What makes me feel close to a girl is when we’re fucking. When I can feel that need race back and forth between the two of us in a feedback loop that pushes us both higher. That’s my version of making love. So when I fucked you earlier, that wasn’t me just using you. That was how I connect sexually with people. And it’s important that you understand that. I’m not those other two assholes. I’m not Roland. I’m just me.”

“Don’t be mad at Roland… he was never an ass,” she said, defending Master’s friend in spite of her own heartache.

“Tell you what, Kyrsten,” he said, leaning over her and looking down into her eyes. She looked so small and vulnerable at that moment and he looked so powerful and dominant. It practically made me swoon. “If you say yes right now, I’m going to date you… and fuck you… and train you,” he said. Her whole body shook with his words, twitching with arousal. “And I promise you’re going to love it. I don’t know if we’ll fall in love. Maybe we’ll just end up being fuck buddies. Maybe you’ll dump me because I’m a giant nerd and you hate giant nerds.”

She laughed and shook her head but said nothing. “But it’s YOUR choice. I don’t know where Carly and I are going but we’d like you to be along for the ride. I couldn’t contain my excitement at his words. He was doing it. He was embracing what I wanted and running with it. Making it his own. At that moment, I felt like I could fly. I leaned over and kissed Kyrsten softly before giving Master the kiss that he deserved for taking this step with her… with us.

“Good… now Carly. I’m going to fuck your friend nice and slow and you just sit there and watch. Don’t make a sound. Don’t distract me. I’m going to focus on her and what she likes. Oh… and don’t touch yourself, understand?”

I nodded, miming a zipper on my lips and throwing the key away which earned me a cute little smirk from him. Kyrsten just looked up at him as he loomed over her. She spread her legs invitingly and whispered, “Please, Master… Fuck me.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” he said as he started to slide into her.

“I want it, Master. Help me. Train me. Mold me into whatever you want from me. Just like Carly,” she said. Her words stabbed into me, giving me that jealous sensation again as my cunt rewarded me with the all too predictable flood. “I just want to make a great guy feel good. You were always a great guy. You deserve this.”

“And you deserve this,” he said as he stabbed into her. Shet let out a soft moan of relief, as if the thing that had been missing from her was finally found. I knew exactly what that feeling was. Jay managed to do that both with his cock and his emotions.

“I hope you can deal with my crazy side.”

He laughed, sliding into her two more times in rapid succession. “I think I know how to deal with that.”

She laughed and nodded, biting her lip as she let him continue to impale her. Master looked down and there was a little sheen of left over cum on her tit. “You missed some, slut,” he said.

“Sorry, Master,” I said as I leaned over to lick it with my tongue.

“I told you to be quiet, you dumb cunt,” he said, not even looking at me, just staring into Kyrsten’s eyes as he slowly ground away inside of her. “I guess I’ll have to punish you extra later.”

“Of course, Master,” I said with a saucy attitude that I knew would poke at him. He simply shook his head and laughed. He grabbed my hair roughly and yanked me to him, kissing me before flinging me away. He never stopped fucking Kyrsten though. His hips continued to hammer into her harder and harder.

Suddenly, he flipped her over, grabbing her hips and yanking her to the edge of the bed. “Enough of that… Now I’m fucking this slut the way I want,” he said. His right hand grabbed his cock and slid it into its target while his left hand reached over and gripped my hair tight. His fingers curled gently in my hair, showing his tenderness even in this moment. Then he was shoving me down, forcing me to watch from beneath as he split his new lover’s pussy in two. The sight of his cock being slowly engulfed by her soft, pink lips was beautiful. My lover. My Master. He was claiming someone. And I helped. “Get her off my silly Asian cumdump and I MIGHT give you some cock tonight.”

His words were like music to me. A perfect call to action. This is what I wanted. For him to simply tell me what he wanted so that I could obey. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, tasting Kyrsten’s pussy as it leaked its juices all over my face. I’m sure I looked pitiful in that moment but I didn’t care. This moment wasn’t for anyone else. Just for Jay and Kyrsten. Suddenly she was screaming above me, pushed over the edge by the overwhelming sensations. I pointed my tongue and flicked the tip across her clit, coaxing her orgasm to last even longer as she wailed above me.

“Let’s see how many times we can make this slut cum, Carly.”

“Noo…. please… it’s.. It’s too much,” Kyrsten said. But the words would have had more meaning if she hadn’t also been slamming her hips back against Master’s cock as hard as she could. I did my duty and stroked along her cunt, teasing her clit and occasionally allowing my tongue to graze Master’s cock as it continued its conquest.

“Please what, baby? Stop…. Or keep going?”

I flicked my tongue rapidly across her clit, causing another explosion to bubble up from her. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… I can’t… fuck… never stop!” she screamed. I heard a slapping sound as he smacked her ass a couple times. That pushed her to her third orgasm.  After that, I worked my tongue even more rapidly and Master slid his thumb into her ass giving her a fourth orgasm in roughly as many minutes.

Suddenly, there was a roar from above me and he shoved her down to the bed. She collapsed like a ragdoll. Limp. Her toes still twitched slightly but other than that she was still. I barely registered all that as Master’s big thick white cock suddenly was invading my mouth, forcing itself all the way down my throat. He growled, gripping my hair tight as he held on for dear life. The first spurt shot straight down my throat but I was ready. I knew my role. I knew what he wanted. I swallowed a healthy amount before he pulled out and stroked out another couple spurts on my face and then wiping his cock clean in my hair. It was utterly degrading and absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have written a better script for the moment. All I could do was sit there and stare up at him. He was my God in that moment. In a movie, the moment would have been accompanied by a spotlight and a chorus of angelic harmony. In real life, the moment was simply complimented by the happy giggles of our friend and Jay’s ragged breathing as he recovered from the exertion.

“You’re a pretty fucked up little gutter slut, my little cum dump.” he said and surprised me with a soft kiss despite the mess of my face. His words were so harsh and yet the gesture and tone said something entirely different. How could you infuse ‘cum dump’ with such love?

“Only for you, Master,” I said, leaning forward and kissing his feet like the geisha I had always fantasized about being.

“Kyrsten and I are going to take a shower, then go to lunch and then go shopping,” he said. My head snapped up. He was still playing the game. My cunt responded instantly. He understood. I didn’t want it to just be a game. This is what I craved. This right here. Someone to take me on these highs and lows and never let up. “You’ll stay here. Don’t get cleaned up. Just watch some porn and edge yourself until we return. Understand, slut?”

I nodded enthusiastically, 100% aware of Kyrsten staring at me like I was a freak. I was. I knew it. I loved it. And now, thank God, Jay knew it too. “Do you want me to use toys, Master?”

“Only your dildo. But no cumming. If you get close, hurt your perky little nipples with the clamps until you can go back to edging.”

“Yes, Master,” I breathed out, already picturing how much of a pathetic mess I’d be in a couple hours when the new lovers returned. “I might not be able to think by the time you return, Master.”

He fixed me with a cold, hard stare. Then he uttered words that I will always remember because they cut straight through me and etched themselves in my brain and my heart. But not just the words. The words alone would have made me pick up my clothes and walk out. What did it for me was the slight smirk of his lips at the corners. He was saying this because he knew I wanted him to. “I don’t care if you can think, whore.”

I just stared him in the eyes and said, “Yes, Master. Holes don’t need brains. Just owners.”

Kyrsten walked over. I looked like a mess right now but somehow she looked like a greek Goddess. Like a painting of a redheaded Aphrodite. She hugged Jay from the side, stroking his arm possessively and kissed his shoulder in an intimate gesture I knew I wanted to see over and over again. “This slut really is wrapped around your finger… or maybe it’s your big white cock?” She reached down and stroked his deflated shaft, practically pointing it at me as she taunted me with it.

“Hard to believe she’s become like this in  just a day or so. She used to be strong, smart and independent. Now she’s submissive, cock drunk and pathetic,” he said. “Nothing but a trashy cunt.”

Kyrsten made a tsk, tsk sound and looked at me, “Don’t be too mean, Master. Your cock is very good. And your mind is even sexier. I think you could turn a great number of women into begging sluts.”

He finally broke his gaze on me and looked at Kyrsten who smiled up at him. “You guys really do stroke my ego almost as well as my cock.” The three of us all laughed at the statement though it was obviously true. “Nobody’s gonna believe I managed to get two girls as hot as you guys,” he paused, stroking his chin as if considering an evil plan, “Maybe you guys should dress like cheap sluts so its less surprising to people,” he said. Kyrsten punched him playfully in the shoulder. I didn’t. I couldn’t even imagine that reaction. Instead, I simply moaned as I pictured it. The humiliation of it. And I realized, that wasn’t just what I wanted. It’s what I needed.