The Soccer Mom Pt. 2

stood there, awkwardly looking at Beth and her, thankfully still deaf, son. “Uhhmmm,” I managed to stammer, really not sure what to say.

“I’m so sorry,” Beth said in a businesslike manner, her calmness only belied by her flushed skin, “We can wait in the car… or come back in an hour?” she said, signing the words so her son could understand what was happening.

“Sure… sure… I’ll uhmm… I’ll be ready soon,” I said, nodding at her and then looking at Alex, “We’re gonna have some good fun, champ!”

He beamed up at me, blessedly oblivious to the adult awkwardness. Beth took him back to the car, hands twirling in front of her as she explained the confusion to her son. I felt a hand creep up behind me as Skye nuzzled my neck. “She’s kinda cute,” Skye said with a sexy purr in my ear, “That’s the butt plug girl from the restaurant, right?” My eyes dipped down to Beth’s plump ass and her short little shorts.

“Uhh… we still don’t know that for certain… but yeah,” I conceded, closing the door. “She heard you, by the way.”

“Is that a problem, Master?” she asked, stepping back and placing her hands behind her back, “Do you need to punish me?”

I smiled, “Later, Skye,” I said.

She beamed at me, “Does that mean there’s a next time?”

I nodded, “Yes. You’ve earned a second date.”

“Matt,” she said, stepping close to me and giving me a sweet, almost chaste, kiss on the corner of my lips, “I really appreciate this… Can you tell me why this date was better though?”

“You weren’t trying so hard,” I said simply then, after a moment’s thought, “And neither was I.”

She bit her lip and nodded, giving me another little peck, “Agreed. It’s funny because, once I stopped trying, being with you is actually very easy.”

I bobbed my head in agreement and returned the kiss, holding her in my arms. We quickly scarfed down our breakfasts and I took Skye home, letting Beth know I’d be right back. Skye, despite some very cursory protests, couldn’t be deterred from sucking my cock on the short drive. “I want you rock hard and thinking of me,” she said, “Or rock hard thinking of that Soccer Mom’s little bubble butt… either way,” she said before inhaling me fully. It wasn’t a long blowjob and getting off from road head isn’t exactly easy. So all it did was get me turned on and a little frustrated but all in a good way. I managed to almost completely calm down by the time I returned home. Almost.

Hopping out of the car, I walked towards the house, gesturing for Alex and Beth to join me. She was wearing another skimpy outfit. Little shorts and a tight black t-shirt cut to show off her smooth, flat stomach. She handed me a check, and I wasn’t surprised to see that it was a personal account. Not joint. “Lovely to see you again, Mrs. Undergiven. C’mon, Alex, you ready to get started?” Beth’s hands translated.

He smiled at me and said, “Yeah!” before sprinting around the house and leaving Beth and I laughing at his eagerness.

“Beth,” I said as we walked along the side of the house and out into the field in my backyard, “About this morning…”

She waved her hand, “Don’t worry about it. I won’t judge your mistakes if you don’t judge mine,” she said. Something about her tone bothered me.

“Skye wasn’t a mistake,” I said.

“She’s a little young for you, isn’t she?” the question sounded judgmental but the tone sounded… different.

“Maybe… Yeah, probably, actually. But she’s an adult able to make her own decisions.”

“How old is she?” she asked.

I paused, surprised by the seemingly random question, “24.”

She nodded as if I’d answered some other question as well. I furrowed my brow as I tried to puzzle out what she was really getting at but turned my attention to the matter at hand, Alex’s soccer. I ran him through his paces, teaching him some skill drills he could do at home on his own. Beth sat on my back deck, watching Alex and I run in the backyard. I was taken back to 15 years earlier when I’d done the same with my kids while my wife watched. It was a bittersweet memory that came to me unbidden.

No. That’s not accurate. It was prompted by Beth’s laugh. It reminded me of my wife’s laugh, something I’d only heard in a couple home videos, usually of her filming the kids or I doing something silly. One of the first things I’d done when she passed is tried to find videos of her but she’d been the filmographer most of the time and I had precious few instances of her and the few I had were treasured possessions. I didn’t watch them as much as I did in those first few years but they still got replayed when I was feeling particularly melancholy.

“You’re very good with him,” Beth said, shaking my hand as we finished.

“They do a good job of keeping you young,” I said.

I hadn’t meant it as a compliment to her, merely a commentary on how I felt when I got to run around with a bunch of elementary school kids. But she took it differently and flushed lightly, “I’m not that young,” she said, “Your date has me beat by two years.”

The phrasing of that statement caught my attention and my eyes snapped to hers. She realized what she said and waved me away, “No… no… not like that. Just jealous of people that young and beautiful.”

“I’d hardly call 26 old,” I said, then, feeling strangely bold, “And you’re quite beautiful.”

“You shouldn’t say that,” she said. Alex was next to her and she was translating as we talked but she faltered over the last part and then signed something else.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“You’ve made me very uncomfortable the last 12 hours,” she said, referring to the night before for the first time. I hadn’t intended to bring it up because… well… because of everything.

Taking a deep breath, “I wasn’t going to say anything. Your relationship is your business.”

“But?” she said.

“But nothing,” I told her. Alex climbed into the car and Beth and I stood four or five feet apart. Despite the distance, the silence and sense of being alone felt disturbingly intimate.

“Bullshit,” she said, making sure her back was to her son, “Say it.” There was a heat in her voice and I tried to decide what was going to make her less angry..

“You shouldn’t be treated like that.”

“Oh that’s rich,” she said, raising her voice higher. “The man who makes his little lolita call him ‘Master’ wants to lecture me?”

“What? No… it’s not like that,” I stammered.

“What isn’t it like? You’re into some obviously kinky shit, Matt. Don’t go judging me.”

Whether it was the attack on me personally or some inextricable need to be a white knight, I couldn’t help myself, “Do you like it?”

“What? Why would you ask that?”

“Because it’s an important question. Hell! It’s the ONLY question,” I turned to her and pointed, “It sure didn’t look like you liked it last night!”

“Does SHE like it?” Beth asked, yelling right back at me.

I nodded, “Yes. She loves it!” I yelled before dialing myself back and forcing a calming breath out. “We had a shit first date and she asked for a second chance because… well… yeah… she loves it. That’s all I’m saying about it,” I said.

Beth didn’t know what to say. She stood there for a moment watching me as I let the anger inside seep away. “I should go,” she said.

I nodded, opening the door and gently closing it behind her, silently waving to Alex goodbye. I doubted I’d see them again. She probably wasn’t going to put him on my team next year and there was no way she’d be back for more practice sessions.

Or so I thought. I got a voicemail message twenty minutes later that said, “I’m sorry for blowing up at you. We’ll see you next week, same time. If that’s okay?”

I typed and deleted several replies before finally sending back a simple, “Sounds good.” I really didn’t know what else to say but having the conversation via text seemed like a bad idea. Putting the incident behind me for the moment, I texted Skye with a simple, “How are you doing today?”

The response back was quick. A gif of a woman stretching out luxuriously in bed and a simple, “Mmmmm… so good… a little sore though, Master.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” I typed.

“I like it though,” she replied, giving a little winky emoji at the end.

“I’d like to see you again,” I said.

“So formal, Master. Haven’t I made it clear? Just tell me what you want and I’ll be there…”

I paused, thumbs poised over my phone as I contemplated my response before typing, “I want a friend. I’m not looking for a girlfriend.” And then, after a moment’s hesitation, I sent a second message, “I want a sex slave.”

She sent me back, “😳💦… Yes, Master.”

And that’s essentially how the next month went. Wild decadent evenings with Skye, soccer practices, and work. Skye gave me exactly what I’d asked for. She really was terrific. She wasn’t clingy and seemed to genuinely want to be just a friend… when she wasn’t striving to be the perfect fuck slut that is. And boy, let me tell you she took to the latter with gusto. She was eager to please in any way I required and once I had my fill, she found this wonderful balance of being friendly and flirty right up until I was ready to go again and she would descend once more into utter slutdom.

It was in one of those friendly, slightly flirty moments when we had the conversation that proved to be pivotal.

“Do you like me, Matt?”

“Of course,” I said. She was standing there in the kitchen making a sandwich. If not for her nudity and the red stripes criss crossing her luscious ass and thighs, it would have simply appeared to be an utterly mundane domestic scene.

She nodded at my comment but said nothing else. Her lack of response prompted me to ask, “Why?”

She shrugged, “I’m just curious. I know I’m not who you’re thinking about when you’re fucking me.” Her tone was completely matter of fact. As if discussing something as ordinary as the weather or if the lawn needed to be mowed. It was so neutral the words didn’t fully register at first.

“Huh… yes I am?” I said. It was mostly true.

“No… you’re thinking of that soccer mom you’ve been seeing,” she said, her eyes twinkling and the smirk evident on her mouth doing nothing to reassure me.

“Skye… no… I’m not,” I said. Had there been times that I’d briefly imagined Beth’s lovely body writhing underneath me. Submitting to me. Pleasuring me? Yeah… a couple… maybe more than that if I was being honest. But it wasn’t like I was always fantasizing about Beth and wishing she was the one I was fucking. When I was with Skye, she was my focus. “Truly, Skye… I’m not fucking Beth vicariously through you.”

Skye smiled at me warmly and then came over and gave me a light kiss, “It’s okay if you are, Matt. We’re friends. I kind of think…” her voice trailed off and she looked away.

“What?” I asked. “Tell me.”

The sternness in my voice trickled out and she quietly said, “It would be kinda hot if you were fucking me while wishing you were fucking her…”

“Really?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Sometimes… not all the time… I still want you to fuck ME most of the time… but… you know… if you sometimes wanted to fuck her… that would be kinda hot.”

“Come here… Beth,” I said.

She gasped before taking two steps towards me. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks and I can’t take it. I need to fuck you… hard.”

She nodded, “Okay, Matt… but we need to be quick. My husband could show up any minute.”

I smirked, “Don’t worry. With that hot little ass of yours, I won’t last long.”

She smiled back and we ran off to the bedroom to complete the fantasy, ticking off yet another item from Skye’s sexual bucket list.

That became a regular part of our routine. Skye would tease me about Beth. Text me during training. Whatever she could think of to guarantee I could never forget Beth. About two weeks after that first incident, I was standing in the backyard while I watched Alexander dash between the cones before lashing a ball into the side net. He didn’t break stride and instead sprinted to the next set of three cones and repeated the process. Over and over like a machine.

“How are things at home?” I asked Beth. She was standing next to me wearing a pair of bright red bike shorts that were very short and a loose tank top over a gray bra. Just her typical athletic casual look.

She looked at me and raised her eyebrow and I realized what my wording implied.

“No… I mean, and I’m really not trying to pry.”

Her back stiffened and there was a long pause while we walked through the long grass in silence punctuated only by the thumping as Alexander kicked another ball into the net. “It’s… it’s complicated,” she said finally.

I nodded. I really didn’t want to pry. But every bone in my body told me something was wrong with their relationship. If it was normal marital friction, I was the last person who would want to get involved or come between them. But if it was something worse… well… I guess my inner white knight wanted to ride to the rescue of the damsel in distress. “Well… if you ever want to talk, I’m here.” A month of Beth’s teasing probably wasn’t helping.

“Thank you,” she said and I let the subject drop.

I nodded as I tossed a ball to Alexander who deftly flicked it and turned, passing the ball to his mother with a grin. She flicked the ball up with her foot and into her hand, allowing the backspin of the ball to drop the ball onto her palm where it spun for a moment.

“I forgot you’d played,” I said. She’d mentioned it once in passing but I hadn’t really thought much about it. Probably too distracted by how attracted I was to her if I’m being honest with myself.

“Yeah,” she said. She let the ball drop from her hand and she juggled the ball twice with her right foot, then twice with her left before gently volleying it to Alex who received the ball and dashed off. “Wish I’d gotten to play longer.” Something about the way she said it seemed almost unbearably sad. Her eyes flicked to Alexander.

“Oh… Oohhhh, “ I said as realization dawned on me. “Were you going to play in college and then…” I said, nodding vaguely towards the child sprinting back towards us.

“Yeah. I haven’t had the best luck with men,” she said.

I furrowed my brow, “So you and Reed in high school?”

“No… not at first. Reed’s not Alexander’s biological father,” she said. I stayed quiet, allowing her to continue, “I was young and stupid. One time. One… fucking,” she said with an unnecessarily lowered voice, “time. And it changed my world.”

“So what about Reed?”

“Damaged goods don’t have a lot of choices,” she said simply, “Reed was willing to step in and help. Gave me a home when my parents kicked me out. Helped me raise Alex. He’s been good to us,” she said.

“Beth, forgive me if I shouldn’t ask this… but… Reed… does he… has he…,” I tried, struggling for words.

“He’s not abusive, if that’s what you’re asking. Not physically at least.”

“Good,” I said, though I put a mental pin in the ‘physically at least’ qualifier.

“He loves Alex and I. I know he does. It’s just… well… you may have noticed, he’s a bit… controlling,” she said.

“I’ve noticed.”

“I don’t really mind. I probably need that. I was the wild child that got knocked up at 17 after all. I need someone to be like that for me,” she said. The words didn’t sound right to me. Rehearsed. Practiced.

“You’re not damaged goods,” I said, tossing the ball to Alex again as he completed his fifth run of the drill. This conversation wasn’t going to last much longer because Alex wasn’t going to either. He was already drenched in sweat.

She blushed and nodded, “That’s nice of you to say. But we both know it’s not true. 17 year old sluts don’t get a lot of options in life.”

“Teenagers make mistakes and shouldn’t have their entire life pre-judged by those mistakes,” I said emphatically. I think the forcefulness of my words surprised her, she looked at me with wide eyes and nodded again. “Don’t let anyone tell you differently, Beth. Not even Reed, okay?” This time the nod was slower but somehow more certain.

After that she seemed to really perk up. She hopped up and started helping with the training. It was hard not to get distracted by her tight little ass and curves. Her short, powerful legs looked smooth and shiny in the late summer light as she had a sheen of sweat coating them. Her large, pert breasts bounced around despite her sports bra’s best attempt to keep them contained. It was hard not to get distracted. When she handed me the check at the end of training, she whispered “Same time next week?”

I smiled and nodded, enjoying the sight of her perky bubble butt as she walked away laughing with Alex as their hands waived away in sign language that I had no hope of understanding.

The next week, right at 11:55, the doorbell rang. I jumped up and walked to the door, opening it to see Beth standing there. “Hey, Beth. Where’s Alex?” I said, looking around.

“He started school this week. He won’t be here today.”

“Oh,” I said in confusion. Beth was dressed like she normally was, skimpy gym clothes. I realized that I’d never seen her in anything else really. Just varying degrees of skimpiness. Today was right at the edge. Her small white sports bra was leaving little to the imagination.

“I just had so much fun last week. I was hoping… uhmm… well… maybe you could train me?”

I laughed, “I had fun last week too. Sure though. I don’t mind helping you out. Are you just looking to get in a little better shape? What’s your goal?” I asked as I started walking away from her through the house and to the back door.

She giggled behind me, “I just really enjoy the way you train.” It was a curious comment but her voice betrayed nothing. It wasn’t said in some vampy seductive way. Just a casual statement.

“Well, let’s start with some dribbling and see where you’re at.”

She was remarkable. It’s really hard to tell with people, but given that she hadn’t played in over 8 years at that point, I was really impressed. I ran her through the paces, pushing her harder and harder with her excelling at every task I gave her. We finished up with a fun drill involving her controlling a directed ball and then volleying a shot first touch. It’s a really tricky skill that even seasoned professionals will miss-hit frequently. Not only did she rarely miss the goal, she banged several into the side net. “You’re amazing,” I told her honestly as we walked towards the house.

“Thanks,” she said, “I haven’t felt that alive in a long time. It was nice to get out there and kick the ball and not have to worry about anything else.”

“Well you were great. You must have been a star on your team?”

She looked distant for a moment and I was worried I’d struck a nerve. “I was. Freshman year I started every game for the varsity team. Scored 17 goals.”

“Geezus. Wish I’d been that good,” I said honestly. I’d been a bang average high school player. It paid my way through the D2 school that gave me a scholarship, introduced me to my wife that I’d met in college. But I’d never been in danger of being a star. Those that can’t do coach, right?

“I hooked up at the beginning of junior year with the Varsity men’s team captain,” she said, explaining the mystery. “We were at a club tournament together. One thing led to another. He got me drunk on tequila and bam. Nine months later, along comes Alexander.”

“And then Reed,” I said.

She shrugged, “Yeah. And then Reed.”

“You aren’t happy, are you Beth?”

“No. Reed is what I thought I wanted… needed really,” she said.

“But he’s not? Too much of a control freak?”

She laughed, “Too much and not enough all rolled up in one.”

I must have looked confused, “It’s… it’s complicated,” she said, “I… well… you know how everyone has… uhmm… interests, right?”

“Hobbies?” I said, knowing that wasn’t the right answer but unwilling to take a leap in case I was wrong.

“Proclivities… sexually,” she said, lowering her voice as if someone might hear us.

“Kinks,” I said and she blushed but nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, sipping her water and saying nothing. She let the word just hang out there as my mind went wild. “I guess you could say I have a type… I uhmm… I like… well… I got knocked up by the captain of the soccer team. And when he dumped me, I got married to the assistant coach who opened his home to me.”

“Kinda messed up, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah. I realize that now. I’ve known for awhile, really. I wouldn’t call Reed a predator but… yeah… it was bad. I was technically 16 so it was legal. But the assistant coach. Kinda fucked up, right?”

Hearing such a cute, innocent girl swear casually like that is strangely hot to me. “Okay… so you like the alpha male guys,” I said.

“That’s what high school me thought. I got off on being told what to do. It reminded me of… well… I just like male authority figures.”

“Daddy issues?” I asked, laughing.

She shrugged noncommittally in answer. “Call it what you want. I like a strong man. That’s what does it for me.”

“And now you’re here with your kid’s soccer coach.”

“And now I’m here with my kid’s soccer coach,” she repeated flatly.

“What do you want, Beth?”

“I honestly don’t know,” she said. There was a long silence as we looked out into the yard, avoiding eye contact or speech, “My husband is leaving me,” she said.

“What?”

She nodded, “He served me papers today. He’s also trying for full custody.”

“What?!?” I said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m fine. I came here after talking to the lawyer. He said there was no chance Reed could get full custody… especially since the PI I hired had the pictures of him doing lines of coke off a hooker’s stomach.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. It was too funny an image for me. Beth joined me, the laughter seeming to release some of the tension in her.

“You hired a PI?”

“Yup… that’s why I have my own bank account. Reed would never let me have one but I got a refund check for some medical bills and opened one up. I paid you with the little bit extra that the PI didn’t take. It felt good to use some of the money for Alex… he really does like you by the way.”

“So… What… uhmm… what does that mean… for you guys?”

“My lawyer thinks the best thing to do would be to just roll with it for now. Don’t fight back right away. Wait until he fires the first legal salvo and then hit back… hard.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know anything about legal strategies… but you don’t have much money… do you have a place to stay? What about Alex?”

“Alex will be fine with Reed for a week or two. It’ll suck but for all Reed’s faults, he’s a good father. A little overbearing but he’d never let Alex get hurt.”

“Coke and hooker’s notwithstanding,” I said as a minor warning. I felt like Beth was being awfully flippant about this.

She nodded, “We’ve got two insanely nosey neighbors, he’d never do anything like that at the house. As for a place to stay… well… that’s why I’m here,” she said.

“You want to stay here?”

She nodded. “I think you’re a better man than Reed,” she said. “I think I can trust you.”

I didn’t know what to say and I just kept my mouth shut. All I could manage was to avoid undressing her with my eyes because, at that moment, I was incredibly turned on. You see, this was the thing my wife and I shared. The thing I’d never had with anyone else. It was what I thought I’d never have again. While Skye and I clicked on many levels, the one that didn’t happen for me was that genuine romantic connection that you feel with someone that you could potentially fall in love with. Skye pressed all my buttons except that one. But Beth… Beth was pressing that one hard for me.

“I’ve made bad decisions about men, Matt. And maybe I’m making another one. God help me but the thought that I might be making a bad decision actually kinda turns me on. I figure even if you’re another bad guy, I’ll at least have some fun being bad, right?”

“Beth… I… you should know… uhmmm… well… you’re really pushing my buttons here,” I managed to stutter out.

Her eyes twinkled, “Really? Does the thought of… training me… does that turn you on?”

I nodded and set my drink down, “Very much,” I told her.

“And would the training be rigorous?”

I nodded.

“Difficult?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Maybe even… harsh at times?”

“Is that what you want, Beth? Do you want a man to train you roughly? To teach you to be exactly what he wants?”

Her eyes fluttered and she let out an involuntary gasp. “So much, Matt.”

“Master,” I said.

She nodded, “Master… yessss,” her voice was a seductive hiss. “May I ask something?”

“Of course,” I said, feeling the old rush of endorphins. The ones I hadn’t felt in years.

“Your girlfriend…,” she said.

I shook my head, interrupting her, “Skye’s not my girlfriend. We’ve been very clear with each other.”

She actually frowned a little.

“Does that upset you?” I asked in confusion.

She smiled a tight lipped smile and nodded slightly, “Not really… I mean… maybe a little… It’s just… I haven’t been bad in a long time… and the thought of stealing you from her… well… I mean… Look… A part of me wants this to be a bad decision… I think… I think I need that. It… It turns me on. The taboo of the situation. The thrill of the bad decision. The clenching of my gut… worrying that I might regret this. But I know you, Matt. I know that it’ll be fine… but I… I… I guess I kind of get off on the danger of it.”

I nodded, not fully understanding, “Oh don’t worry, Beth. I’m going to make sure you regret ever trusting me.”

“Really?” she said, her eyes were wide.

I nodded again, “Take off your clothes,” I said.

There was absolutely zero hesitation. She stripped off her clothes completely and dropped to her knees on the floor. I grabbed my phone off the table and took a picture of her as she stared up at me. “Who are you going to show that to, Master?” her voice was high pitched and obsequious. The kind tone that carried the implicit message that I could do whatever I wanted.

“Anyone I want. Maybe I’ll just post them on Reddit.” She shuddered in response and I looked at her and said, “Tell the camera what you want, Beth.” I swiped to the right on the phone, starting the video.

“I want Matt… my new Master, to train me in ANY way he wants. Physically. Mentally and especially sexually. There’s nothing he could ask of me that I won’t do. Even if he abuses my trust completely, I will continue to ask for more.”

“And you’ll deny me nothing?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. No matter how demeaning. I’ll do it.” She was practically trembling with arousal.

I typed away on my phone before setting it down. I walked towards her and reached down, grabbing her hair and pulling her roughly to her feet. Her hands twitched at her side as she tried to keep her balance. “I’m going to use you. And you’ll never know when I decide I’ve had enough. So you better work fucking hard to keep me happy, bitch.”

The moan that came from her mouth told me I’d read her exactly right. It was like she orgasmed just from the words alone. Her eyes rolled back and she nodded while her whole body shook. “Now bend over whore. I’m going to use your holes now.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and she turned around, leaning over the back of the couch and spreading her legs wide.

“I’m fucking that hot little ass first. You’ve been teasing me all summer.”

“Thank you, Master. Please use my little virgin ass for your pleasure.”

Her words startled me and took me out of the moment for a second, “You’ve never had anal?”

She laughed, “Of course I have… I just thought,” she said and I smacked her ass. Hard. “Owwwww,” she moaned.

“Never lie to me, Beth.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“This doesn’t work if you lie to me… understand?”

“Yes, Master. I won’t lie to you again, Master. I’m sorry. Please punish me in whatever way you see fit.”

I smiled as I applied some lube to my fingers and then started to work them into her ass. “You’re not sorry yet. But you will be…”

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her tight little ass and slowly pushed in. “Oh, God… oh God,” she whispered as I penetrated her most forbidden of holes.

“I’m fucking your ass, Beth.”

“Yesssss…”

“I haven’t even had your pussy or mouth… and I’m in your ass.”

“Soooo badddd,” she hissed again as my cock pulled out before slowly sliding back in.

“Hell… we haven’t even kissed and yet… I’m fucking. Your. Ass,” I said, punctuating each word with thrusts that were increasingly harder. Beth didn’t respond verbally, simply grunted with each invasion of her butt.

I tried to hold off, not ready to cum yet. It was difficult because everything she was doing was turning me on. But I knew waiting would pay dividends. I kept sliding in and out of her and occasionally smacking her perfect butt until finally, my patience paid off. The text message I’d sent to Skye had caused her to race over. She slipped quietly into the room and immediately started stripping like I’d told her. We shared a grin across the room and she sauntered over. My hand reached for Beth’s hair, tangling fingers in it and yanking her head back so she could look at Skye as she walked forward.

“Beth… meet Skye. Skye, Beth,” there was a forced casualness to my voice that made Skye smile. Beth was beyond thinking at this point, however. She simply grunted and nodded. “Since my cock is busy and can’t make Skye feel good right now, you should probably do it for me.”

“Yes… Master… I’ve always… dreamed… of… playing with… another… girl.”

“You’ve never been with another girl?” I asked in mild surprise.

“No… Master… My husband… would have been… too jealous.” My constant buggering of her tight ass made conversation hard but she managed.

“Jealous?” I laughed, smacking her ass hard as I continued to pound her.

“He might… fuck… have seen… yes, Master! How much I loooovvee,” she squealed as I slammed in especially hard, “pussy.”

I smacked her ass three times hard as Skye climbed into position. She knelt on the couch in front of Beth, stroking her hair and looking at her as I continued to slam into her with abandon.

“She’s an eager little slut, master,” Skye said. Her voice was flat, dispassionate. “May I play with her?”

“Lay down and spread your legs, Skye.”

She showed no hesitation as she hiked up her short skirt around her waist and leaned back on the couch, sliding her ass into the cushion and spreading her legs over the back. I grabbed the back of Beth’s head and shoved her forward where she began licking away.

“Ohhh… it tickles,” Skye said with a condescending laugh, “You can tell she’s never eaten a pussy, Master.”

I smacked Beth’s beautiful bubble butt again, even harder this time. The red marks were starting to build up and I could see the faint traces of my handprint on her right ass cheek. “Tease her. Lick slowly, slut.”

“Mmmm… that’s better,” Skye said, “At least she takes instructions well.”

After that, the fucking became largely wordless. I kept hammering away, grunting occasionally while Skye would moan and gasp as Beth did something different. Skye took Beth’s head in both hands, pushing and shoving her where she wanted and the whole time, Beth just kept still, allowing us to fuck her like some sort of doll.

Needless to say, I didn’t last much longer. Eventually the scene became too much for me and I came with a roar, pulling out and blasting cum all over Beth’s back and even arcing some over her shoulder to splatter on Skye’s leg. Skye started cumming right after, staring me in the eyes as her whole body experienced what looked like a 7.2 on the Richter scale. And Beth? Well, she didn’t let a drop of my cum go to waste. She slurped at the little bit of splatter on Skye’s leg while reaching behind and trying to wipe the cum on her back and lick it up too.

As I lay there panting, watching Beth stare at me dreamily while she slowly licked up every ounce of my juices she could find, a thought occurred to me. A few months ago, I would have expected to live my life alone and sexless. At least for the moment, I seemed to have gone entirely the other direction.