Jay and Carly Book 2 Ch. 20

By the time I returned to the car, I felt drained dry. Louise had tried her best to resuscitate my cock but three orgasms in a couple hours was about the limit to what I could muster without some serious fluid replenishment. I grabbed a large Diet Pepsi from a campus shop and strolled to the parking lot after sending a quick text to Victoria to come pick me up. As I stood there waiting, I couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous campus and the bevy of scantily clad women walking around.

While I was leering at the nubile coeds, trying not to get smacked for being too obvious, two guys next to me said, “Holy shit… look at that!”

“Fuck me… wish she was my professor,” the other replied. I turned and saw a gorgeous woman with light brown hair walking towards us. She was wearing a skintight red dress that barely contained her large tits and left her hourglass figure readily apparent. My eyes latched onto her hips as they swayed back and forth in a sensual manner made even more exaggerated by the small black heels she was wearing. As my eyes scraped up her body, I took note of the tattooed letters visible around one of her breasts which caused my vision to snap to her face. I instantly recognized her as Victoria although it was like a fully committed sexed up version of Victoria that I’d never seen. It was Victoria as if reimagined by a very horny high school boy who’s only inspiration was Sofia Vergara, Kate Upton and Jessica Rabbit. She walked straight past the two leering kids and kissed me with a passion and ferocity I’d never felt from her.

“Wow…” I managed.

“Good wow?” she asked. She bit her lip and looked surprisingly vulnerable.

I turned to the guys next to me who were still trying to pick their jaws up off the floor. “Guys, how does my secretary look?”

“She’s a stone cold fox, man”

“Tony!” the other said as if he was worried I’d be offended.

“What? He asked,” the guy said, protesting his innocence.

“See,” I said, “their opinion is completely unbiased.”

“That’s true… they don’t have a chance of getting into my panties,” she said loudly, giving me another kiss. I took her hand and we headed toward the car as she said, still loud enough for the two boys to hear, “because I’m not wearing any.”

“Shit… that’s his fucking SECRETARY… I gotta get me an MBA, bro!” said one of the kids as they high fived his lame joke. I smiled and ran my hand down Victoria’s back before cupping her plump ass. She purred next to me contentedly and we headed to the car.

As I drove, Victoria started to lean over to give me head. I held her back slightly and she looked at first shocked and then hurt. “Is everything okay, Mr. S?”

“It’s fine. I just wanted to talk… Lord knows I’ve cum plenty in the last few hours,” I said with a smile. Victoria looked confused at first but seeing that I truly wasn’t upset, she eventually smiled back at me.

“Okay, what are we talking about?”

“I wanted to tell you my plans,” I said.

“Should I take notes?” she asked, reaching into the glove compartment for a pad and pen.

“Probably not necessary,” I said. I outlined my plan for Natalie and for Louise’s professor, detailing the roles I envisioned for her and Carly.

“Oh that’s good. Carly has been jonesing to watch you with someone new,” she said.

“I know… she talks about it… a lot,” I said and we both laughed. Victoria nodded along as I continued listing things. “So… that’s pretty much it. Do you think that will work?”

“Seems like it. If you read her right, that is,” she said.

I nodded, “Louise seemed to think I had… but who knows, right?”

“Louise tends to read people correctly. She sure had you pegged, right?”

I shrugged and nodded my head. We continued to amiably converse as we drove home. The gorgeous sun shining off the gentle waves reminded me yet again how much of  a literal paradise my life had begun. I barely  noticed the time passing as we talked and it wasn't until the crackling sound of our gravel and shell driveway that I even realized we were home. When we pulled up, I immediately went inside and was greeted by an eerie blissful quiet. Victoria’s heels echoed through the empty house as I looked around for my lovely wife. Suddenly, the sliding glass door opened and in stepped a soaking wet, very pregnant Asian beauty. I whistled and she smiled back at me, “You get more beautiful every day.”

Carly took a couple quick awkward steps to me, pressing her wet body against me and getting my clothes soaked. I didn't care. We kissed as if we hadn't seen each other in months despite having woken up next to each other just a few short hours ago.

"How many did you fuck today, Master?"

I nuzzled into her ear and whispered, "Two… and fooled around with Louise."

"God I love you," she breathed as we resumed kissing. I saw Victoria over Carly's shoulder and she smiled and winked at me as she quietly snuck out of the room.

"I could go for a third right now," I said loudly.

"Really, Master?" Carly said.

"Yes. Don't you think Victoria has earned it?"

Carly's reaction was to squirm almost violently against me as she hissed, "Perfect"

Victoria popped her head back in, "You called Mr S?" she said in an innocent tone that was not fooling me at all.

"Carly's going to watch while I fuck you," I stepped away from Carly who looked at me with twinkling eyes.

"Of course, Sir. How do you want me?"

"Take your top off," I said. She quickly slipped off the top of her slinky red dress, revealing the shelf bra working overtime underneath. Her breasts were perfectly displayed as were the tattoos across her tits and down her side. "She's well labeled isn't she, baby?

"Yes, Master."

"I bet you wish you'd thought to label yourself that way for me," I said, teasing her. My fingers trailer along Carly's skin, promising more intimate touch wasn't far away.

"Any way you want me, Master. Do you want me to be your labeled whore wife?"

I pretended to think about it, "No. That's too easy for you. You don't have those labels so you have to work extra hard to convince other people what you are." My fingers tease along her clit, finding her already gushing like a fountain. I spread her juices up and down her swollen clit until she was practically panting next to me. Victoria simply watched with a wan smile on her face, ready for whatever instructions I gave her.

"Bend over, Victoria," I said.

She obediently bent herself forward over the back of the couch and I stepped forward, my finger hooked inside my wife pulling her along with me. "Slide me into the hole you want me to fill, my love. Whatever hole you want."

She looked at me with lust filled hazy eyes and leaned in to kiss me as she shivered from a wave of pleasure. Then her hand found my cock. I twitched at the touch and she guided me to Victoria's wet pussy. Victoria's hands were on her ass, spreading both of her tight little holes in submission. Carly presses my cock into her pussy and Victoria let out a relieved sigh as the first inch penetrated her.

"This is what you want?"

"Yes, Master."

"You want me to fuck her pussy? That's the hole you chose?" I said, letting an edge slip into my voice

"Yes?" Carly said, fearing she's done something wrong, "Would you rather take the slut's ass, Master?"

"No. Her cunt is fine. I'm just surprised you didn't pick your own neglected cunt."

Carly's eyes went wide and she opened and closed her mouth before finally saying, "I didn't think about it, Master".

I slammed my cock into Victoria and she moaned as I continued to talk to my wife. "Such a wonderful submissive cuckquean wife. You didn't even think about your empty pussy when given the choice."

"No, Master," she said with a dopey, lust drunk smile.

I grabbed her and we made out while I pumped Victoria steadily. I loved feeling the closeness of my wife while I fucked another woman. Knowing that I was fulfilling all of her dreams in the most decadent way possible. Victoria said nothing, just moaned, screamed, and whimpered as I used her as my wife's surrogate. The whole thing created a strange sort of intimacy between us. When I finished, Carly practically dove to her knees to clean up the wrecked cunt before her.

"I'm gonna fuck a couple new toys, soon," I told Carly while I held her head. She moaned into Victoria's cunt eliciting a moan from the just fucked woman. "And you're going to help, my love."

—

The girls took great care of me that night as we planned for the events of the next day. Sasha rode me like a woman possessed. Something felt like it had changed within her and she’d been quiet and docile for several days. Had my mind not been spinning multitude lascivious plans of conquest, I might have stopped to talk to her about it but instead I simply laid back and enjoyed the pleasure as she spent the entire night proving she could drain me just as well as any of the other women I was regularly fucking. As I closed my eyes, I was struck with how similar to the best nights with her this felt. Those early days when we’d been truly in love. Unfortunately, that led me to remember the bad times too. The hurt of all that had gone wrong. I’d gotten past it and even forgiven her, but there was still a lingering anger buried deep in my heart.

That train of thought led me to flip her over, fucking her hard and fast as she laid prone on the bed. Her only response was to moan out a happy, “Yes!” as I plundered her without compassion. The result was me laying in a collapsed, sweaty mess in our wreck of a bed while Carly curled up next to me and Sasha simply passed out in a sprawl across the other half of the bed. By the time I woke up the next morning, Sasha was downstairs, making breakfast in the kitchen with Victoria as if nothing abnormal had happened. Which was, I suppose, true for our family definition of normal.

“Are you ready for today’s events, Master?” my wife asked me as she devoured a plateful of lovingly prepared sausage, eggs and, what appeared to be, Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes.

“Are you? It’s been a while since you played wingwife for me. Hope you haven’t forgotten how?”

“Pfft… It hasn’t been that long… Beside’s, it’s like riding a bike, Master. Once you’ve had it between your legs you never want to stop.” She grinned at me and then shoveled another forkful of food into her maw. It was truly impressive what a pregnant woman could consume while she was building a new human.

Once we were finished with breakfast, Carly got dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The goal wasn’t for her to be a sexpot today though she couldn’t help but wear a pair of brown wedge sandals with the cork bottoms. She looked positively glowing and I was ecstatic to have her by my side. One of the things that I struggled with, still struggle with to this day if I’m honest, is that there’s part of me that would like to simply run away and live a quiet life with Carly… well… Carly and Kyrsten… and Louise… Okay, maybe it’s not practical or possible or reasonable. But in a world without any of the other girls I’ve fallen in love with, I would be perfectly happy with any one of them. And this day would serve as a reminder of that.

We drove across the causeways on the way to Miami, sun shining from the east across the water reflecting the golden and blue twinkling of the ocean. The clear sapphire water of the bay on our left as the road miles went by rapidly. We talked about the normal mundane things that all couples talk about. And the conversation morphed to stupid parenting things. What age would we buy them a phone? A car? What shows were okay to watch at what age? Our lifestyle had gotten in the way of us hashing out some fundamental issues on that front. Sometimes you have to forgo a bit of fun to do the grunt work. Which was all fine, as it turned out, because we saw remarkably similar visions for how we’d raise our children. As the conversation drifted from topic to topic, I found my mind wandering as well, reliving the past month or so. The craziness of what had been happening to us since we’d moved to South Florida. I’d imagined a quiet little life. Yes, some fun and yes, probably some new girls. But nothing like what we’d experienced. And we were considering even more insanity.

“You sure you’re up for this?” I asked.

Carly looked at me, a smile gently playing across her lips, “Of course. Why would you ask? Is this still what you want?”

“I wonder sometimes…” I said, letting the words hang in the air.

There was silence for a few moments, “Do you want to cut back? Focus on the girls you’ve got?”

“Yes? No… I don’t know. I like the craziness. God help me but I kinda enjoy being this ‘girl-of-the-week’ playboy… you know?”

“Shocking,” she said, still smiling broadly. “I’m glad I’ve brought that out in you. You deserve to live this life.”

“Is it fair to the girls?”

Carly was silent as she pondered the question. Then she asked, “Have you hurt anyone?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Do you think anyone’s life is WORSE after hooking up with you?”

“Probably not…”

“Definitely not,” she said with absolute certainty. “You make people’s lives better. Think about Jenn or Kyrsten… or my sister? You know. Or how you’re helping Tennille through the magical healing power of your cock,” she said, the last teasing me. It did make me think though. Was I really helping these girls? Or just getting my rocks off? “I know what would help…” my wife said as I felt her hands on my belt. She deftly freed my cock before awkwardly twisting herself to lean over and engulf me in her expert mouth.

She knew exactly what I wanted and needed too. I needed to get my mind focused. Not awash with self-doubt but instead fired up by lust and need. That’s what was required today. I need to be strong. Firm. In command. If I showed weakness, I could get Louise in trouble and that wasn’t what I wanted at all. But if I was strong and I trusted Louise’s read of the situation? Well… that would be a recipe for lots of fun. We got to campus around noon, grabbing a quick snack and making our way to the lecture hall for Natalie’s presentation. Carly and I met Louise out front and then walked backstage, searching for the temp space offices that they gave out to visiting professors. I’d had Louise ask around the day before and nobody had known exactly what office Natalie would be assigned but it would be one of the ones back here. We still had plenty of time before her lecture started so I wasn’t under any particular pressure.

We walked quietly down the hall, checking offices uncontested. The vast majority of them were obviously unused though occasionally we’d find an empty office whose current occupant had simply vacated the space temporarily, probably for lunch given the time of day. Eventually, Carly found Natalie’s room.

“Natalie!” she said in excitement, rushing in to hug her friend.

Louise started to step forward but I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her back, “Go find your professor and bring her here,” I said simply.

“Why?” Louise asked.

“Trust me,” I said as I took a step towards the door. “And make sure you’re talking loud enough for me to hear you when you come back, okay?”

Louise knew that something fun was going to happen and the playful glint in her eye made it clear she was eager to be a part of it. “Of course, Mr. S,” Louise said before jogging off to do as she was told. Louise was feisty but becoming more and more submissive as the months went on. The change in her was very interesting to me. She still had that same bite and wit but there was a softness and compliance to her that I found to be an intriguing balance. I shook my head, mentally focusing on the task at hand. There was a very, very fine needle to thread now.

“Hello, slut,” I said as I stepped through the door. Natalie’s eyes went wide. For all she knew, there was a hallway full of people strolling by who heard that. She flicked her gaze over my shoulder, attempting to see if there was anyone else here. “Don’t worry, cunt. Do as you’re told today and nobody will learn your awful secret.”

“Yes… Master,” she said, breathing out the last word like a holy mantra. “Do my clothes please you?”

I fixed her with an appraising stare. Her outfit was about the sexiest thing you could get away with as a visiting professor. Frankly, probably something you could only get away with in Miami if I’m being honest. It was a skin tight black skirt that rode high on her waist, stopping just above her knees. There were white buttons up the side, just for decoration, but the combination contrasted perfectly with the white silk blouse she was wearing with black buttons on top. It was tightly buttoned all the way to the top with a thick collar that would have looked staid and almost Victorian if not for the fact that it almost looked a size too small as it stretched across her chest. Her nipples were clearly visible and she’d obviously not worn the bra as instructed. As my eyes continued their assessment, I noted the strappy black heels and the backseam nude silk stockings she was wearing. “Garter belt?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,” she said softly, still obviously concerned for who might hear. I walked around her, feeling like a predator about to pounce on their pray. I checked my watch, noting that there was at least 15 minutes before she needed to leave. Hopefully Louise would be able to find her professor in time.

I stroked my hand down her spine, enjoying the shudder she gave as my hands slid along her ass, “And no panties?”

“No, Master.”

“And no bra. I’m glad you didn’t defy me,” I said, leaning forward, “I’d hate to have to show that video to the Dean. What would he say if he knew he’d invited such a depraved, broken cunt to talk to the young minds he’s in charge of molding.”

“I… I… I don’t know, Master.”

“He’d either send you home… or he’d fuck you himself, I suspect.”

“You’re probably right, Master.”

“Carly, what do you think of your… friend?” I asked with all contempt I could put into the word ‘friend’.

“She’s sick. A disgrace to her profession, feminists and women,” she said. “And to make it even worse, she’s not even a good fuck toy or slave either. What’s the point, right? I’m glad you’re going to expose her like this to the students. They should know what kind of dumb cunts ‘feminists’ like her are.” She held up her hands in mock air quotes as she spoke the harsh words to her friend. The hint of a smile not fully suppressed the only clue that she didn’t mean every word she was saying. “Nevertheless, maybe someday some big strong man will breed her and make her at least vaguely useful.”

Natalie gasped, surprised at Carly’s words. Carly’s hands caressed her own stomach as if to punctuate the sentiment.

Before I could add anything else, I heard Louise and her professor approaching. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small plastic toy. There as a bulbous protrusion about 3 inches long that ended in an intricate pink butterfly of plastic about two inches in diameter. “This is a remote control vibe,” I said, my voice a calm, but still loud, speaking voice. Natalie cringed again, eyes flicking to the open door to the hallway. “You’re going to wear it during your lecture.”

“I… Master… I can’t,” she said. “It’ll show… they’ll hear,” she said.

“They might,” I said, stepping close to her and gripping her throat in my hand with sudden forcefulness.

Carly then added, “And then you’ll be ruined in academia. You can publish your real feelings from our basement where my husband will keep you locked up as the the lowest of his fuck pets.”

Her eyes rolled and she shuddered. I’d timed it perfectly, mentally tracking the sounds in the hallway. I knew who was coming. But Natalie didn’t. And Louise’s professor sure as hell didn’t know what was happening. All she heard was Carly’s vile threat of Natalie’s career and freedom.

“Excuse me?” she said, the door opening suddenly. She was standing there looking casual in a pair of slacks and a green blouse that she’d left several buttons undone on. The tiny hint of a black lace bra showed through but it didn’t make the outfit look sexy or trashy but instead somehow looked purposeful and strangely professional. I’ve never understood how some women can pull off that look and yet there she was. She looked at Carly and at Natalie first, not recognizing me from the back. “Excuse me,” she said again, more forcefully this time. Now I turned to her and enjoyed the look of surprise on her face.

“Louise, shut the door.”

“Sure thing, Mr. S,” she said, giving Professor Chantage a look that seemed to say, ‘oooh, you’re in trouble now!’

“Now you’ve done it, professor,” I said, stepping closer to her. Her breath instantly quickened. She wasn’t even able to hide the signs of arousal. Louise was definitely right. “You’ve interrupted me while I’m disciplining one of my possessions.”

“Natalie?” she asked.

I snapped my fingers, “Don’t talk to her.” The words leapt harshly from my mouth, punctuated by the sharp sound from my fingers. “She’s being punished for not being fully compliant. She will be having an orgasm on stage in front of all these students.”

“That’ll ruin her,” Katrina whispered. I heard Natalie whimper behind me but she didn’t protest. Didn’t object. Didn’t complain.

“Yes… yes it will,” I said smiling. “Unless…”

“Unless?” she asked.

“You could take her punishment for her,” I said.

“What?”

“The spotlight will be on Natalie. Your seat will be all the way on the end of the stage. Nobody will be watching you,” I said, my voice filled with the sickly sweet tones of someone cajoling a lesser being. Carly and I had discussed it. Louise and I had discussed it. Victoria and I had discussed it. This was what they all thought the Professor’s kink was. To be dominated thoroughly by someone who was her better. To know it in her core that she just wasn’t as good as the person controlling her.

“I… I … I can’t,” she said.

“Bend over, Natalie,” I said and turned away. Natalie leaned forward and began slowly pulling up her skirt, knowing what was coming. I gave her ass a sharp smack, causing even Carly to jump in surprise. Then I slipped my fingers into her cunt, unsurprised by the flood of juices that warmed my digits.

“Wait,” came Katrina’s soft, weak voice. “Fine… don’t do this to her. Do it to me?” she said.

I smiled and looked at Carly who was grinning from ear to ear. Wiping the grin from my face, I turned back around, holding the sex toy in my fingers. The professor’s eyes never left it. “What are you going to do?”

“Anything I want… that is what you offered me after all, isn’t it?”

She nodded then grabbed the toy from me and pulled her skirt up, revealing her well groomed but still hairy pussy. She parted her lips and slipped the toy in, securing it snuggly and ensuring that the outer bits were laced around her clit. Carly wasted no time. She swiped on her phone and instantly a very faint buzz could be heard. It was so soft you’d never suspect it was anything than a fly. Unless you knew about sex toys and were watching Katrina’s face at the exact moment. She gasped inaudibly, mouth falling slightly open and eyes going unfocused for the merest of moments before she regained her composure.

“We’ll be at the front of the room, enjoying the performance,” I said and then swatted her ass to hurry out. There was only five minutes before Natalie’s big speech. I noticed the black shoulder strap of her bra and something occurred to me, “Oh… And professor. Give Natalie your bra,” I said.

“Thank you, Master,” came a soft, relieved voice from behind me.

—

The lecture itself was excellent. Natalie, in her own element, was enthralling. While the subject matter wasn’t something I would normally find particularly interesting, somehow she made the facially absurd comparisons of Thai and Malay patriarchal tribal structures to modern American workplace culture compelling, relevant and insightful. She didn’t hold back either. She gave a forceful, feminist perspective even though I knew that she wanted none of this for herself. Natalie was a lot like Carly. She felt the world was right when their was the option and presumption of equality amongst the sexes but that neither one of them wanted even a hint of that for themselves.

That’s all to say that I legitimately found myself forgetting to mess with the Professor at a couple of points in the lecture. On three separate occasions I failed to alter the vibration pattern for two or three minutes because I was so intrigued by something Natalie had put forward. Fortunately for the Professor, two of those times I’d left it on the lowest setting. Unfortunately for her, the last time I forgot, I left it on the hardest pulse setting. It was going from a 7 to a 10 in 2 second bursts for nearly five minutes before I realized. She held herself together pretty well but when I finally returned my attention to her, she was squirming noticeably in the shadows at the edge of the stage. I quickly ramped it all the way back down to 0 and her reaction was astonishing. She slumped in her seat, disappointment mixing with obvious relief as she smoothed out her skirt and tried to recompose herself. Even in the dim light, it was obvious her small perky breasts were unconstrained by anything other than her shirt.

“She’s hot, Master,” Carly whispered to me and Louise nodded from the other side. “You’re going to fuck her, right?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, nodding. “In fact…” I said as we stood and the lights came up. “Let’s go right now.”

“Now? I thought you were going to do it tonight?” Carly said in surprise.

“Nope. Can’t wait. Louise, tell her we’re meeting in her office. TELL her,” I said with emphasis. Louise nodded and practically sprinted to the stage to deliver the message. Just as she started talking to the professor, I swiped the app on my phone and sent her to a solid, constantly buzzing 10. Her knees buckled slightly but she recovered as she listened to Louise’s words.

Her eyes looked to me and there was nothing but smoldering sex in them. She’d just spent 90 minutes having her kink pumped into her and she now needed an obvious release. She and Louise exited the auditorium hurriedly, obviously making their way to her office with all due haste. Carly and I rushed to grab Natalie who was busily talking to a sea of adoring coeds who had just had their lives touched by her words. Suddenly, the discussion in the car with Carly came rushing back. I pulled out my phone and texted Natalie.

Jay: Take your time. Enjoy your moment. I’ll take out my frustration on your slut ass tonight.

Then I grabbed Carly and rushed to Professor Chantage’s office. We got there not more than three minutes later and found her kneeling on the ground, completely naked and kissing Louise’s feet as she begged profusely, “Please… please… let me get myself off.”

“No… God you’re pathetic, Professor,” Louise said, disdain apparent in her voice.

“I’m losing my mind here, Louise.. I need to cum so bad… I’ll do anything?”

“Anything?” I asked.

“Oh god,” she said, hands covering her nudity. “Please no.”

“What? As if you didn’t love the last two hours, slut?”

“I’m not… I didn’t… I mean…”

“Is your cunt wet?”

Silence from the kneeling woman was her only response.

“Well I’m not going to ask Louise or Carly to check. Touching some dyke’s cunt is obviously beneath them,” I said, taking a gamble that immediately paid off.

She moaned and whispered, “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll just check myself,” I said and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet and then flinging her over the desk, knocking pictures down and sending papers scattering. She yelped but made no move to stop me as my hands caressed up her inner thigh and found the hot, wet center of her being dripping juices. I slid my finger along her cunt and said, “Soaking wet. What a fucking whore she is.”

Carly gave a “Tsk, tsk” kind of sound as she walked around and began stripping. “I’m pretty horny myself. I hear lesbians are good at eating pussy. Maybe she can be useful and eat mine while you fuck her?”

“I bet she’d like that… wouldn’t you, slut?” I said, smacking her ass hard.

“Yesss,” came a soft, barely whispered reply.

“Louder,” I said, smacking her ass again.

“Yes… damnit… yess… fuck me… fuck my face into her cunt. Fuckfuckfuck,” she said as my fingers teased at her sopping wet cunt. Louise moved behind me, undid my belt and slipped my slacks off like some sort of weird, erotic, religious ceremony. The belt hit the ground with a thunk and I could tell Katrina was holding her breath. Carly sat up on her desk, her pussy now inches from Katrina’s mouth and she looked up at her tongue’s target as I slipped inside of her. She moaned in relief briefly before her mouth found Carly’s waiting snatch and very quickly earned an appreciative moan from my wife.

I glanced over at Louise who had one hand buried in her shorts while the other groped her breasts. She was behind me where the professor couldn’t see her however so instead she said, “Disgusting… such filth, professor. Letting my boyfriend and his wife use you like some cheap whore.”

Katrina just moaned in arousal in response which made all three of us laugh a little. She was too far gone at this point. There was no more game. Just carnal pleasure. My hands gripped her tiny waist. She was so small around, I felt like I could almost touch my fingers. I used my leverage to slam into her harder and harder, causing her mouth to move up and down on Carly’s pussy. At one point Carly leaned forward, giving me an awkward kiss above Katrina’s head, almost as if we’d forgotten the plaything laying between us.

Louise hadn’t forgotten, however. Suddenly she was next to me, her face inches from her professor. “You like that? You like Master fucking your useless lezzie cunt?”

She murmured the affirmative into Carly’s snatch while I continued to hammer away.

“I bet you do. It’s a damn good cock. I bet you wish there was some little carpet munching whore lapping away at your cunt right now, don’t you?”

Another affirmative murmur.

“Maybe next time your wife will come here to get fucked with you, huh?”

This time came a protest but Louise wasn’t to be denied. She slipped a hand underneath Katrina, teasing her cunt as she continued, “Oh? You don’t like that? You worried that my boyfriend’s cock will be too much for your wife? Maybe she’ll never be able to stop fucking him?”

Katrina whimpered but continued to lap away at Carly, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

“I guess I’ll take pity on you. I’m not a silly little Lez… but I do like playing with my Master’s sluts.” She disappeared and I felt her fumbling around on the floor before suddenly feeling her tongue on the underside of my shaft as I slid in and out of Katrina.

It didn’t take much from that to cause Katrina to have her orgasm. Her screams of pleasure set off Carly which, in turn, pushed me over the edge. I pulled out and shoved my cock into Louise’s hungry mouth and she eagerly slurped down my cum, grateful for her reward. As she sucked my cock like a desperate, hungry animal, I grabbed Carly’s hair and made out with her, sharing a moment of conquest that reminded me of some of our hottest moments before we got married. I resolved then and there to include her in more of my romantic endeavors and I also knew then and there that they wouldn’t be ending anytime soon. This high was too much for me to turn down.

Kristina extracted herself from us as we managed to slowly separate from each other, panting and gasping for air as we recovered our composure. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday, Professor?” Louise said with a cheeky grin.

Katrina simply nodded and said, “Thank you… that was… fuck… I needed that. You really pushed my buttons tonight.” She began gathering her clothes as the four of us tried to make ourselves look presentable.

I looked down at the wrecked desk apologetically and said, “Here, we can help with that.” I started picking up papers and restacking them as neatly as I could. “I think they got a little out of order,” I said.

“No worries,” Katrina said as she looked around for her bra, “Oh… that’s right… your friend has it…” She laughed a cute little laugh that made all of us chuckle.

Louise began picking up the pictures, putting them back on the desk in some kind of order. I noticed one picture with a beautiful brunette in a white dress. Suddenly it was like the temperature in the room had dropped 20 degrees. “Who’s that?” I asked, snatching the picture out of Louise’s hand and showing it to Katrina.

“This? That’s my wife… why?” she said.

I flicked the picture back to stare at it before showing it to Carly. We knew that face. Professor Katrina Chantage was recently married to my lovely neighbor. The honorable Assistant District Attorney Michelle Hughes.

“Fuck me,” I said.