Carly's WMAF Fantasy - CH 16 (Early Access)

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The ride back to town was quite enjoyable. Watching me claim her mother, even temporarily, had gotten Carly very turned on. On top of that, the underwear she was wearing was plugging her desperate holes and the road vibration had her squirming and whimpering constantly as little surprise movements or shocks touched her anew. I just relaxed and chuckled at her when she did that, occasionally reaching over to stroke a nipple just to tease her. I knew she got off on the cruelty of the whole thing and it was quite enjoyable watching her suffer in ecstacy.

“So my little slut. Are you happy with your new jewelry?” I asked as I noticed her play with her ring at one point.

“Oh yes, Master. It’s perfect. I love it so much and I love you for thinking of me being your first.”

“First?” I asked.

She scrunched her face, “Aren’t I your first? I mean of course it’s okay if I’m not. That’s your decision. I just assumed you would’ve told me…”

I interrupted her by sliding my fingers across her panties, shoving the small phallus that was attached into her hot cunt roughly, “Of course I’ve not asked anyone to marry me before you. But are you actually saying you expect me to propose to more women?”

“I don’t expect you to propose to more women Master. I want you to propose to more sluts,” she said and greedily grabbed at my wrist and humped my hand obscenely. A truck we passed honked their horn appreciatively and Carly looked at me and giggled. “But only when you’re ready, Master. I know that this whole pregnancy thing rushed this.” 

I glanced at her, unsure how to take that or even how to respond. On impulse, I pulled over into an empty parking lot and grabbed her hands as we came to a stop, “Carly, I love you. Not just a little but immensely and completely. If you asked or wanted, I would be happy with you and you alone forever.” She started to say something but I cut her off, “I know that’s not what you want. I understand. But part of my love for you is that. If you ever change your mind, I’ll be there for you. But if I ever marry someone else too. If I ever bind my heart like that to someone else, I need you to be on board with it too because that won’t be someone I… We... can just walk away from. And as for the pregnancy… well… yeah… maybe it affected the timetable. But I knew I wanted you in my life for the rest of it after that first weekend. The last two months has just been me double checking that instinctual response and trying to attach a label to whatever… this… thing is between us. Understand?”

She nodded, tears flowing down her eyes. “That means more than you can know, Master. And I understand. I promise that I’ll never change my mind but it means everything to me that you are planning just in case. I hope eventually you realize it won’t change though.”

I pulled back onto the street, “Maybe I will, babe.” I gave her thigh a friendly squeeze before working my fingers back to her cunt.

She leaned back and moaned, reveling in the sensation. “You know, Master… I… I’m not trying to pressure you or… oh my… anything but. Uhmm… Yessss... “ she said distracted as I rubbed her clit through the skin tight latex underwear. “Just so you know… Kyrsten is wonderful and we get along great.”

“Such a bossy little minx,” I said and pulled my hand away.

Carly’s whimper of disappointment was one of abject sadness at the loss of the pleasurable sensations. It caused me to chuckle as she simpered an apology, “Master. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do. I just… I… I know you love her. And I’ve been so happy all week imagining you two together. I imagine… uhmm… well…”

“What is it slut?”

“You know how some girls imagine their weddings?”

“Sure… all girls, right?”

“Most girls that I know, yeah. Well for me, I imagine you marrying someone else and me giving away the bride. And that gets me going and I start imagining you adding more and more sluts to your harem of women. And each of us standing as bridesmaids with me being the maid of honor or giving away the bride or giving away the groom. It all sort of randomly jumbles together in my head.”

“So this week, you’ve been imagining… what? Me marrying Kyrsten?”

She nodded and bit her lip, “Dirtier, Master.”

“You giving away, Kyrsten?”

“More humiliating, Master? So much worse?”

“What could be worse, slut?”

She was silent for a second. The wind whipped through her hair and she looked off in the distance, gathering her thoughts. “I… I think this might be one of those fantasies I don’t want to be real, Master. Is that okay?”

“Of course, baby. Tell me though. I like your sick perverse fantasies.”

“I’ve been picturing kneeling at your feet. Wearing my Slut collar while you hold the leash. I’m sucking your cock while you marry Kyrsten. And I’m pregnant. Like really pregnant and you marry Kyrsten before you marry me and you do it in front of all of our friends and family. And it’s awful and humiliating and degrading and terrible and a frighteningly large piece of me wants it more than anything in the world.” She said it all in a rush, barely stopping for air.

“Well don’t worry your tiny, little chink brain about it, my love. I’m marrying you first no matter what. That way you can give me away at every future wedding.”

She let out a breath that I don’t think she realized she was holding. “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”

20 minutes later, we pulled up to our destination. We were meeting Roland and Jenn for lunch at Simon Parilla, a nice little Columbian place that we’d found years ago. It had kind of become a tradition when Roland and I were able to meet up so it only seemed appropriate that we bring the girls. I pulled into the parking lot and saw Roland and Jenn holding hands, talking to a second girl that I didn’t recognize and a kid that I assumed was Jennifer’s daughter. Jenn was as beautiful as always and seemed to be reveling in how Roland was doting over her. Her daughter, who seemed like she was about ten, also seemed very happy. About the only one who wasn’t happy was the other girl. She had platinum blonde hair and looked to be in her early twenties. She was obviously very athletic and was rocking a thin tank top, sports bra, and yoga pants look that seemed like maybe she’d come right from the gym. She had a displeased look on her face.

But before we could walk up and introduce ourselves, a voice behind me called out, “Hey, baby!”

I turned around and Kyrsten was jogging across the parking lot. Her boobs bounced pleasantly as she ran up to me wearing a tight t-shirt and some skin tight daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. I grabbed her and gave her a huge kiss, “Hey there yourself. We weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get away and join us.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said with a wink. 

“So who’d you bring with us, Jenn?” I asked as I knelt down to look at her daughter.

“THIS,” she said with obvious pride, “Is my daughter Amanda. We’re celebrating because she made her select soccer team and scored three goals this morning.”

“Awesome. That’s terrific Amanda. I love soccer. And that makes me way cooler than Roland who only likes basketball and baseball, right?”

The little girl giggled and Roland thumped my back, “Hey, man. I love me some football too. I just like the American sports is all!” His tone was friendly and relaxed, exactly as I’d expected.

“Hey!” the little girl shouted, “Mommy, Mr. Roland is calling soccer dumb again.” The childish indignation was adorable and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Remember what I told you honey. Everyone’s entitled to their own wrong opinions. Even idiots like Mr. Roland,” she said with a smirk. They both laughed and kissed.

“And who’s this?” I asked looking the blonde up and down. I tried really hard. I promise I did. But Carly made it so every semi-attractive woman I looked at I was instantly evaluating. The fact that Carly squeezed my hand while I did told me it wasn’t lost on her. Now that I could see her upfront, I realized how beautiful this young woman was. Her sunkissed skin was flawless and her face had this sort of beautiful blank look to it that stirred something. I’m not one to judge a book by its cover but she gave the impression of being a bit of an airhead.

“You probably don’t remember but this is my sister Rebeccah,” she said gesturing at the other blonde.

“Like, it’s really nice to meet you. I’ve, like, heard so much about you,” she said. Every sentence sounded like a question. My opinion of the book was solidifying by the moment. 

I shook her hand and said, “I hope it’s been mostly good.”

“Oh like, totally. Jenny and Roland think you’re terrific. You, like, don’t have to worry about that you know?”

I really wasn’t sure what more to say to that so I grabbed Carly and Kyrsten by the waists and yanked them close then said, “Okay, shall we eat?”

“I’m starving,” Kyrsten said and we walked inside. The room was cool and the restaurant uncrowded. It was the kind of place that was much busier at night but that was fine, it just made it more suitable for old friends to reconnect. 

“Six adults, one kid,” I said to the hostess. A cute little latina girl with dark black hair and a mischievous smile on her face. She nodded and took us to our table. I stared at her tight little ass the whole way. God, Carly. “What have you done to me?” I thought to myself.

“Mommy. He said I’m a kid. I’m not a kid. I’m a young adult,” the little girl complained to Jenn. 

“Well little miss, all that that matters for is the menu they give you. Are you going to order Puchero Santaferino or Tacos?”

“Tacos!” she practically yelled. We all laughed.

“Well then a kid’s menu is what you’ll need. Plus they give you crayons to color with.”

She threw her hands up in the air in silent triumph as we were all seated. I was in the middle with Kyrsten on my left and Carly on my right. Roland gallantly pulled out the chair for Jenn who sat on the right across from Carly with Jenn’s daughter at the end of the table. I watched Carly, out of the corner of my eye. She and I had discussed having a kid and she’d wanted to wait originally. Then the accident happened and now she was expecting. One thing that I’d never pushed for clarity on was did she really want to be a mother. Judging by her beaming reaction to Amanda’s antics, I think I knew my answer.

“So how are things going, brother?” he asked me, looking not too subtly between Kyrsten and Carly.

“Great. Terrific actually. This is all new to… well… all three of us but I think we’re finding a balance and making it work. Don’t you think, babe?” I asked Carly, distracting from Amanda’s haphazard coloring.

“Oh… definitely, Sir. It’s been amazing. And it’ll be even better when I can be in New York all the time.”

“Sir?” Rebeccah cocked an eyebrow, “He’s got, like two girlfriends and he makes you call him Sir?”

I really, really wanted to say, “I’m sorry… was that a statement or a question, it’s hard to tell with you?” but I bit my tongue. 

Carly came to my rescue first before I could formulate a more measured response, “Actually, I call him Master in private and only call him Sir when we’re in public to avoid any awkwardness.”

“Like, oh my gosh, that’s totally not better. That’s just, like, a different type of totally misogynistic behavior.” Her indignation was obvious although her tone was weirdly jovial.

Kyrsten piped up, “We do it because we like it. He doesn’t demand it. Not like you’re thinking anyways. I just call him, Jay in public. I save all the other stuff for private time. And… I guess with Starla it’s like two and a half girlfriends if you’re trying to be precise.”

Rebeccah rolled her eyes and Jenn said from the other end of the table, “Chill, Beccah. It works for them. What has Mom always told you about judging other people?”

“Like, I’m not judging. I’m totally not. It’s just that our Women’s Study teacher is always talking about the way the patriarchy holds us down and here they’re, like, totally undermining the battle we’ve been fighting for.”

I bristled a little but was also amused. Carly’s roommate, Natalie, was a women’s study professor at one of the most liberal colleges in America. If I could get her into bed…

“Their choices are exactly that, Rebeccah. Their choices. I was always taught that feminism was about recognizing the intrinsic differences in women and not judging women as a monolith. Everything I do with my girls is based on consent and their enjoyment.”

“Well, almost everything,” Kyrsten whispered into my ear before snaking her tongue along the lobe in a way that I’m sure Rebeccah could easily see. 

“No… I totally get that. I do. It’s just… like… why in public? It would be super awesome if you just did all… this… in private. What if it like totally triggers someone. Even saying the M word might anger someone like Roland. Ever think of that?”

“Listen up, b… Beccah,” Roland said with a hard edge in his voice, “Did you ever bother to think that ‘someone like Roland’ might be a pretty offensive way to talk about me when I’m two feet away?”

“OMG… I’m like totally sorry Mr. Roland. No… you’re totally right that was super uncool of me and I’m sorry. I just meant that the M word might anger someone who came from that kind of background.”

Roland rolled his eyes, clearly about to say something else but before he could Jenn, trying to defuse the situation, said from down the table, “Beccah, Roland’s dad was a Doctor and his grandfather’s were a civil rights lawyer and a Brazilian banker. His mom’s british. He’s about as unconnected to slavery and the after affects of it as you can get. And Jay knows that.”

I nodded thankfully at Jenn before continuing, “It’s not a lifestyle for everyone, I’ll grant you Rebeccah.” Sometimes people need a way to diplomatically exit a conversation that they’re over their head in. Hopefully she’d take the out.

She apparently wasn’t ready for that conversational out, however. “Like, I’m all for the free love or whatevs. I totally get that. Hookup culture is great and, like, totally, like liberating? For women, I mean. But, I don’t know, I just wish this whole situation thing you’ve got going on was a little more… like empowering? Or whatever?” 

I felt Carly and Kyrsten both straighten up, I think to give it to Rebeccah with both barrels but this time I spoke first, “Rebeccah, I personally think the most important thing is not that Kyrsten and Carly conform to yours… or anyone’s ideas of what’s ‘proper’ or ‘empowering’ but rather that they’re as happy as they can possibly be. Maybe you should spend some time listening to them and learning about WHY they’ve chosen to do this and what they get out of it.” The young woman nodded, wisely letting the conversation end there for now. I turned to Roland, “How’s business. Sign anyone new?”

Roland was doing great work building his sports rep business. With ten professional sports teams in the state and several other semi-pro teams, there was a lot of business to be had and the infrastructure wasn’t fully developed like it was in New York or LA so there were considerable opportunities for someone who was young and hungry. And Roland was definitely hungry. “I signed three new guys this week,” he said with a grin.

“Who?” asked Kyrsten with a smile. 

“I pride myself on being discreet so we stay in the background and make it about the player.”

Jenn smiled at Roland and rubbed his muscular, black arm. “Was one of them… the one you were hoping to get?” she asked. He nodded and she hugged him, “Oh, baby. That’s huge. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah… he was a pain in the ass… I had to…,” he said then looked at Amanda who was hanging on his every word, “Uhmm… I had to watch a lot of… people… uhh… eat? A lot of… sugar?”

Jenn shook her head, “We get it… athletes have a party lifestyle. Just so long as you stayed away from that sugar?”

He nodded and Amanda piped up and explained to the table, “Mr. Roland doesn’t eat sugar. He wants to be healthy for Mommy.”

I stared for a moment before the whole table erupted in laughter. “What, Mommy?” she asked, trying to figure out if we were laughing at her or laughing with her.

“Nothing, sweetie. Roland’s friends are just laughing about how sweet it is that Roland is so thoughtful,” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Our waiter, yet another, even hotter, latino girl came by and took our order. This one was built thick and sexy with several tattoos that tantalized an onlooker. She reminded me a little of Tabitha, the bike messenger back at the office. Maybe the universe was sending me a message. Or maybe my cock was spoiled and over-sexed from my new lifestyle. Either way, Carly noticed my wandering eye and leaned over to whisper, “See something you like, Master?”

“Maybe… or reminded of something back home I might like.”

“OOoh… even better,” she said and gave me a sweet kiss. That’s when Jenn noticed Carly’s ring.

“Oh my God. Is that…? Did you…? When did this happen?”

I blushed and so did Carly, “I proposed a couple hours ago.”

“A couple hours? How are you so calm? I’d be dancing in the street and shouting from the rooftops,” Jenn said, incredulous at our blase attitude. I saw the look Roland gave her out of the corner of my eye. The smile that pulled at the corner of his lips told me all I needed to know about his long term intentions.

Kyrsten stood up and walked around me to give Carly a giant hug. I heard her whisper, “I’m so happy. I love you guys.”

Carly simply whispered back, almost in tears, “We love you, too. I bet you’re next,” she whispered. Kyrsten, already on the verge of tears just looked at me and started crying again.

Roland shook my hand across the table and gave me a friendly fist bump. Jenn simply smiled, “This is all f… messed up but I’m happy for you guys. Have you set a day?”

“No. We just came from her parents’ house. My parents don’t even know. That’s the next stop.”

“But it’ll be soon right, Sir? I really don’t want a long engagement.”

I looked at her and smiled, “Yes. I don’t want a big wedding and I don’t think you do either, right?” I asked and she shook her head that she didn’t. “Something with just friends in family in a couple months probably. Maybe here. Maybe in New York. I’m not sure.”

Kyrsten leaned against my shoulder and snuggled into me. I leaned over and gave her tear covered lips a light kiss. She whispered, “I’m truly, blissfully happy, Master”

“This is like, totally the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen… but I guess I’m, like, happy and stuff for you guys?”

Carly smirked at the young girl and nodded, “You should be. I’ve never been this happy and I know Jay will always try to make me happy.”

Jenn looked like she was going to cry. Kyrsten was definitely crying and Rebeccah looked flummoxed. Roland simply shook his head, “Who’d have ever thought YOU’D be the one to have a hot little harem?” he said before earning a playful punch in the shoulder from his girlfriend.

“I know right? You could have gotten some seriously long odds on that in high school.”

“High school? Hell, I’d have gotten a million to one if I’d proposed it to YOU three months ago, brother!”

I shook my head but he was right. Three months ago I was in the middle of a tumultuous breakup with my ex-girlfriend, Sasha. That breakup was a big motivator in me coming back to visit Orlando and my high school friends. Reconnecting with people that I never should have let myself lose touch with. I squeezed Carly and Kyrsten’s hands. Both of them had been there that first weekend and I really wanted both of them to be with me for a very long time.

Carly was still fiddling with her ring while Kyrsten got her breathing under control enough to speak, “Most of you know but my life has been pretty up and down. And as much as people have always tried to help, nobody has ever helped me as much as Jay. Nobody’s ever loved me like Jay. Rebeccah, I used to think like you. That this kind of love should be exclusive and singularly devoted. But I don’t ever want to compete with Carly for him. It would break me completely if I lost. But it would also shatter me irrevocably if I won. Because I know what he means to Carly. How could I rob her of that? What kind of a horrible monster would I be? But I also can’t just step aside. And I’m so so so lucky that Carly thinks the same way. And I’m never going to let that go.”

And now tears were in my eyes. I kissed Kyrsten fiercely. I heard Jenn’s daughter’s voice whisper in the loud way that only a ten year old can, “I’m confused Momma. Who’s Mr. Jay’s girlfriend?”

Kyrsten and I stopped kissing to laugh and apologize to Jenn who was shooting us daggers. She REALLY didn’t want to have this conversation with her daughter. “It’s complicated honey… oh… look, lunch is here!” she said as the waiter bailed her out. Her daughter cheered and we all pulled ourselves together to eat. The food was exquisite and I think we’d all really missed it. The Orlando contingent hadn’t been recently and, obviously, neither had Carly or I. We laughed and caught up, amusing each other with the kind of friendly teasing that only years of familiarity can bring. I’d forgotten half of the embarrassing stories that we told about each other but as one would end, another would begin in an endless parade of ribbing. 

I looked over at Rebeccah who was laughing at the most recent story. About how Roland had gotten hazed when he’d joined the basketball team and was convinced by a cleverly put together leaflet, that freshmen had to wash everyone’s jock straps. Not only did he go the whole season not realizing it was a put on, the returning players threw him under the bus the next season when no Freshmen made varsity. It wasn’t until his Junior year when one of the Seniors finally let him in on the scam at the end of the first practice. We were all dying laughing, except Roland who was, of course, trying to defend his gullibility. 

“I was the oldest in the family. Nobody ever messed with me like that!”

Rebeccah was having trouble breathing she was laughing so hard. Her small breasts were heaving attractively and I found myself intrigued by the apparent incongruity of her. She looked and talked like a total airhead. But I couldn’t help but think that there was more to her than that. I leaned over to Carly and whispered, “I think I want her,” I indicated the blonde with a flick of the eyes. Carly’s own eyes widened but she said nothing, simply smiled a knowing smile and nodded slightly as if to say, ‘Then you shall have her, Master.’ I could see the twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah, like, older siblings are the worst!” Rebeccah said giving her sister and Roland a playful shove.

“Hey, that’s not what I was saying,” Roland said defensively.

Jenn didn’t exactly leap to his defense, however, “Some older siblings are terrible but I wasn’t bad, right Beccah?”

“You, like, totally had your moments but OMG were there some blowups. Remember your blowup with Mom and Dad after you got home from cheerleading camp? All Mom asked you to do was to pick up your slutty little thong and you flipped. Told her it wasn’t yours. She called you lazy. You called her a slut for wearing it. The house was awful for days.”

Kyrsten almost lost it. Her hand squeezed mine so tight I thought she might hurt me. I looked over at her and she was crying silently. My heart absolutely shattered. I was angry and there was nobody around to actually be angry at. Rebeccah was just telling a story. She had no idea what emotional baggage she’d just dug up. I grabbed Kyrsten’s hand and softly said, “Excuse us” to the surprised table. Carly’s eyes tracked us as we walked outside. I could see the question in her eyes but I gave her a little shake of my head. This wasn’t the time for group therapy. Kyrsten just needed a moment. I took Kyrsten to her car and we sat inside the hot interior. The summer sun was beating down on us but I don’t think either of us noticed.

“Are you okay?” I asked after she’d regained enough control to be able to talk.

She nodded at me. Her makeup was a mess as she turned her sorrow filled green eyes my way. I kissed her softly and she said, “Yeah. I just… I didn’t expect that.”

“I figured. I knew when she started to say it. Do you… do you think you should talk to her?”

Kyrsten face actually showed real fear for a moment, “NO!...” she shouted and then, “no, Master,” she said more softly.

I stroked her cheek and hair, “I appreciate the thought but don’t worry about that game right now. Let me just be Jay for a few minutes.”

“Thank you. I’d like that. God, I love you.”

“I know, babe. It means a lot to me that you let me in like this. And I’ll help as much or as little as you need me too. Understand?”

She nodded then sank her face into my shoulder. “Thank you, Jay. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re like a rock. I never understood that metaphor in church. It never landed with me. But I get it now. You’re strong and sturdy and dependable. A rock.” She leaned her head up and kissed me again, sweetly and tenderly this time.

“I love you, Kyrsten.”

She smiled, “Even when I’m sad and pitiful, I’m still horny around you,” she said as she stroked my cock teasingly. 

“Well we can’t exactly fuck in your car. It’s kind of small and no tinted windows.”

“I’ll trade it in tomorrow, Master,” she said. I think she was half joking. Maybe.

“Keep your panties on and you can come back to the hotel with Carly and I after lunch.”

She laughed, “Master, I haven’t worn panties in nearly two months. Well… except for a couple days in there… but not today.”

“Such a good girl,” I told her as I stroked down her back and into her pants, feeling along her ass. 

“Is it bad of me that all I can think about doing is revenge fucking that little bitch?” she said with a laugh.

“Who, Rebeccah?” I asked, trying to sound disinterested and innocent. Kyrsten didn’t need me lusting after the girl that had just brought her to tears, however unintentional it may have been.

“Yeah. The little blonde headed bimbo you’ve been staring at,” she said. Her tone had a little bit of an edge to it but less than it could have been given the circumstances.

“I have not,” I said trying to defend myself in vain.

“Of course you have! She’s fucking hot. I get it. Don’t feel bad, Master. Besides, I can tell your cock wants her,” she said as she squeezed me and smiled.

“Fine. Yes. I already told Carly I wanted her. I admit it. You happy!”

“I’ll be happier when the three of us make her airtight,” she whispered in the most seductive tone you’ve ever heard. She squeezed my cock and I moaned in arousal. “Oooh… you do like that. Then I’m going to make it happen for you, Master. Is that okay? If your little slutty girlfriend brings a dumb blonde bimbo back to share with you and your chink fiance?”

How I didn’t cum from that little speech will forever be one of the great mysteries of my life. 

“And that’s… okay with you?”

“MMmm… master… slamming a plastic cock into the little bitch’s ass would be VERY… therapeutic,” she whispered seductively as she licked my ear.

“Well I don’t want to deny my girlfriend from getting the therapy she needs,” I said with a smile. Kyrsten grinned back and adjusted her makeup quickly before we headed back inside. 

“Everything alright, guys?” Jenn asked. 

She was still completely in the dark about the history between her cheating bastard of a father and Kyrsten. Kyrsten smiled, “Yeah… sorry… everything is just so… emotional right now.”

Rebeccah looked sympathetic, “If you ever, like, need to talk to somebody, I’m totally here for whatever you need. You’ve totally been like a big sister to me, you know?”

“I think I’d like that,” she said smiling at the naive blonde.

The subject closed, lunch returned to what it had started out being, just old friends reconnecting. Roland and I split the bill and we started shuffling out, Kyrsten and Rebeccah were still talking in the corner as Carly came up to me, “What was all that about, Master?” she whispered.

“It’s Kyrsten’s story to tell. I think you know some of it but maybe not all of it.”

“I always figured something happened that summer when she started staying with us. I won’t pry though. You’re right, Master. It’s her secret.”

I stroked Carly’s back and nodded, watching Kyrsten with concern but also admiration. Jenn walked up to the two and gave them a hug as I heard her say, “I’m sorry I can’t come over. I’ve got to get my daughter home and Roland has work to do or else he’d do it.”

“It’s no problem. The fewer people the better when I’m like this,” Kyrsten said. She gave me a quick glance accompanied by an almost sinister smile before walking with Rebeccah out the door to her sporty little two seater. Carly and I went to my car and she received a text with directions to Rebeccah’s apartment. 

The moment we got in the car, Carly wordlessly leaned over and fished out my cock, “I’ve been wanting to do this all through lunch. You’ve got to start taking me to restaurants with tablecloths, Master. I want to simply kneel between your legs and worship this glorious white cock while you talk to our friends.” She plunged down on my shaft, taking me instantly to the back of her throat where she hummed a little as she ran her tongue all over my shaft. It felt tremendous. She quickly pulled off and said, “Or even better, flirt with a waitress while I suck you, Master.”

“Stop telling me what to do you dumb slant,” I said as I slammed her face back down onto my cock. She cooed in enjoyment. I noticed Rebeccah across the parking lot watching us, her jaw slack in surprise. Kyrsten was simply laughing and shook her hand as if to say, “That’s nothing,” before pulling out of the drive way. I laid Carly’s phone on her back, “Don’t let that fall, bitch,” and we pulled out. I knew we had a quick stop to make on the way and Kyrsten needed to work on Rebeccah before we got there. So I didn’t rush and simply enjoyed the throat fucking Carly was inflicting on herself. We pulled into the sex shop I was looking for and I told Carly what to go buy. She blushed but sauntered in by herself as I watched her ass sway. Only ten minutes later she came out with two bags, a giant grin and an even deeper shade of red across her cheeks.

“Did buying sex toys for your fiance’s next conquest turn you on, sweetie?” I asked with all the innocence I could muster.

She flung herself at me and kissed me, jamming her tongue into my mouth aggressively. “Fuck yes, Master. I imagined myself all pregnant walking in to a place like that and doing my weekly sex toy shopping like a good little housewife. Everyone would know me. They’d see that the clothes I was buying wouldn’t fit me. They’d know I’m buying them for my husband so that he can fuck nice, tight, young pussy while I watch. I’m so fucked up!” she said. The last sentence accompanied with a self-pitying laugh.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe you’re just someone with very specific, very unusual tastes and you’re lucky enough to have found someone that you can explore them with, finally.” I smiled at her and she grinned back. She resumed sucking my cock while I navigated with the phone placed back on her back. Something about the idea of using her as a table while she blew me got me a little harder than normal and she was enjoying choking herself on my girth over and over. The ride to Kyrsten’s didn’t take long and we pulled up probably 15 minutes behind the other two girls. Carly straightened her clothes and hair, before we got out and went to Rebeccah’s apartment. I was happy to see it was a ground floor apartment on the corner. Fewer neighbors to complain about the noise. If everything went according to plan, there’d be a lot of noise.

I knocked on the door and waited. I heard some muffled discussion before the door opened to reveal the beautiful, sexy blonde standing at the door grinning. “Sorry, Kyrsten is in the restroom. She said you might come by. Like, c’mon in.”

Carly and I exchanged slightly confused glances but I figured I’d wait until Kyrsten came out to explain. “What have you two girls been up to?” I asked.

“Like, not much. A little of this. A little of that. We only had, like, 15 minutes before you showed up,” she said in a sort of sing song voice. I got the impression she was teasing me. “Kyrsten will probably need to talk to you though. It’s like, totally not my place.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “I doubt she’d mind if you shared whatever the little secret.”

“Well, like, I totally could tell that something wasn’t right with Kyrsten. Anyone could. She, like, totally told me in the car about everything. About how she and Carly… you know… like experimented in high school and, like, how she had this huge crush on Carly. How she’s all jealous of you because you got Carly to marry you.”

“What?” Carly asked, confused. I leaned back and smiled, pretty sure I saw Kyrsten’s plan though, admittedly, a little worried myself. Rebeccah seemed awfully confident in herself.

“Oh yeah. That summer when she stayed with you, that’s when her crush started. She told me all about it,” Rebeccah said.

Carly started to protest, “That’s not what…”

“It’s okay,” Rebeccah said interrupting her, “Kyrsten knows you’re not really like us. She’s sad but she’s, like, finally come to grips with her own sexuality and knows that you and her want totally different things.”

“She said that?” I asked, curious.

“Not exactly. But I could, like, tell and stuff. We have, you know, like totally got a radar. My gender studies teacher says it’s not true but it totally is.”

“So you’re a lesbian?” Carly asked.

“I’m, like, a Homofluid Gynosapiosexual… but I’m a little Pre so still figuring this out.”

I blinked a couple times as I stared at her, “What?” I managed.

“Oh… hold on… I know this, Master. Natalie has a chart at home… let me think,” Carly said and closed her eyes, trying to picture something. “Uhmm… It means she’s mostly attracted to women… err… feminine people in general… but only intelligent ones. And also that she’s not had a lot of experience sexually so she’s not completely sure.”

Rebeccah clapped her hands together, “Oooh… that was like totally impressive. Do you know what you are?” She was more excited and animated about whatever the fuck they were talking about than she’d been all through lunch.

Carly sighed, “I subscribe to the idea that labels are dangerous cubbies to put your attractions into. I love my Master and I enjoy knowing that he’s happy with as many women as he wants. Whatever pleases his glorious white cock is what I want.” She said it all bluntly, putting all her cards on the table and trusting that Rebeccah would simply be open to it.

“So you’re like a placio polyamorosexual… what would that be… uhh… CaucasioSinophile? Wow… you should like totally come and talk to our class. My professor would be like, totally fascinated. And, like, what are you, Jay?”

“Straight,” I said simply. Rebeccah frowned, annoyed that I didn’t want to play her little game. “So you’re saying Kyrsten doesn’t want to be with me?”

“Sorry, Jay. She’s definitely on the gyno side of things and you, like, don’t have very stereotypically feminine features, you know? But she should, like, totally talk to you and help you understand?”

Just then, I heard the door click open and Kyrsten walked out. She had a leather collar on that said, “Master’s Toy” along with a garter belt holding up fishnet stockings and six inch platform heels. In her hand, she held a leash that was attached to her collar and she walked sexily over to me. Rebeccah’s jaw was practically on the floor, “Are you sure of all that, Rebeccah?” I asked with a grin.

Kyrsten came over to me and put the leash in my hand before kneeling obediently at my feet as if I was her king sitting on my throne. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her gently as she looked at Rebeccah. “You need to get all that genderfluid labeling out of your mind, Rebeccah. Once you find what you want, you’ll know it. I wouldn’t have ever thought I could be in this kind of relationship. And then it happened. And it twisted myself into knots for a month. I actually went up to New York thinking I might break things off with Jay because it was simply too much.”

“You did?” I asked, more than a little stunned by the revelation.

“Yes, Master. But I saw you at the airport, and I crumbled. And then I watched you on our date with Starla and I knew that I was all-in. That’s what Jay does. And not just with his cock, Rebeccah. He does that by finding EXACTLY what turns you on and giving it to you better than you could have imagined.”

Rebeccah gulped and ran her fingers down her legs. Her arousal was obvious but it wasn’t clear whether it was from the gorgeous, nearly naked redhead in front of her, the situation in general or even if it had anything to do with me.

“And… and what… uhmm… what do you think turns me on, Jay. Like, you know… what does your superpower tell you about me?”

“I think… hrmmm…,” I made a big show of studying her as if I wasn’t doing it for the first time. “I think you like girls but also you like cock.”

She squirmed a little, “Like, that’s a totally safe best. I, so already told you I’m Homofluid.”

“But I think there’s a reason. See… I think you’re tired of guys who look at you and see the blonde hair and great body and they see a bimbo, right?” She nodded and I continued, “But girls… girls don’t see that, do they? Well some do, I’m sure. But girls look past that more than guys. They see the girl that wants to be a doctor. They see the intellectually inquisitive girl who wants to learn.” 

Again she nodded and said, “Like, OMG. That’s amazing.” Her voice was breathless, “How do you do that?”

“When I see a sexy woman that I’m interested in, I listen to her talk. I study her. I think about her. I want to know what makes her tick.”

She frowned slightly, “Typical man. You’re just like that to get women into bed.”

“Look around the room, Rebeccah,” I said gesturing to Kyrsten and Carly. “Of the women I’ve slept with since getting together with Carly, only one of them has been a one night stand. And that one only because she’s married.”

“Married?” she asked, as seemingly scandalized as any church matron.

I nodded, “It was her and her husband’s kink. I fucked her in front of her husband and Carly’s little sister.”

“Sherry?” she asked. 

I’d forgotten they knew each other from high school. I nodded, “Yes. She wasn’t allowed to touch him either. Just take his cum onto her face for hours while I fucked his wife.”

“Hours?” Rebeccah said dreamily. I could tell she was imagining what it must be like to get fucked hard for hours on end.

I nodded again, “But I don’t think that’s what you’d want. You wouldn’t cheat on your boyfriend, would you?”

“NO!” she practically shouted, “Never. Everyone assumes I would. Like, every guy I’ve ever been with has totally assumed I was cheating on them. They’re always like so totally jealous. I hate it.”

“What if you could be with a man who didn’t get jealous?” Carly asked, stroking my arm sensually. 

“But, like, what if I’m the one who gets jealous?” she asked in a quiet whisper.

“You won’t. You’re not that kind of girl. I can see it in your eyes, watching me. Your eyes keep flicking to Kyrsten and I can see you imagining what it would be like to live a life with a man who shared an endless string of eager pussy with you.”

Her gasp was audible and transparently filled with both shock and, more importantly, lust. Her soft white skin was flushed. Her nipples were rock hard. She kept squirming in her seat in obvious arousal. I knew I had her.

“Why don’t you girls help Rebeccah to make up her mind?”

“Yes, Master,” came the stereo sound of my two girlfriends obediently complying. Kyrsten crawled forward sexily, her large tits swaying as she moved over to the stunned blonde. “I want to taste the sweet pussy again, Rebeccah.”

“Again?” I asked, a little confused.

“Of course, Master. I was getting it nice and wet before you got here. Why do you think she thought I was a lesbian?”

I chuckled, “Well I guess she had good reason then.”

Rebeccah was too stunned to move. She let Kyrsten peel the tight yoga pants down her leg, moving only to lift her hips to assist the disrobing. Meanwhile, Carly was on her knees beside Rebeccah on the couch. She towered over the girl and she slowly leaned down to kiss her tenderly. Their lips parted and tongues danced between them as Kyrsten moved in between her legs. When Kyrsten’s tongue found its mark, Rebeccah’s hips surged and she moaned into Carly’s mouth loud enough for me to hear ten feet away.

I let the girls get her worked up, knowing that my chance would come. Kyrsten was sliding her fingers in and out of the spread legs in front of her while she looked at me and smiled. I knew what she was thinking, imagining taking a big strap on to the blonde’s tight little ass. Her evil grin told me she wasn’t likely to be gentle, either. 

“So, Rebeccah, tell me… what do you like in bed?”

Carly dutifully disconnected from the girl’s mouth and went down to sucking her tits so she could talk. Or at least try to, “Oh… uhmm… fuck that’s good… Uhmm… what? Oh… I like everything…oh my.”

Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she was already lost in the stimulation that Kyrsten and Carly were delivering upon her. I stripped out of my own clothes leaving Carly the only person in the room wearing anything. “See, my girls they like it… well… they like it a little rough. Don’t you, girls?”

“Yes, Master,” they said before returning their tongues to the blonde’s pussy and hard nipples.

Her eyes snapped open, “R… Rou…. Rough?” she said. Her gaze fell on my hard cock that I was now stroking for her.

I nodded, “They also like it when I treat them… well… when I’m a little cruel. Isn’t that right my slutty little fucktoys?”

“Yes, Master,” they said again, both smiling at Rebeccah’s confused face. Carly’s fingers were teasing her nipples, circling and stroking them, making them hard and pinching them lightly.

“Fuck… that’s so hot…,” Rebeccah moaned.

“What is? That I have two submissive sluts… or my cock? Or do you like the idea of being fucked rough and called degrading names?”

“Wh… no.. oh god… fuck… yes… fuck… so good… I like how sub… sub… submissive they are to you.”

“Oh I think you like more than that, don’t you?”

“N… no…,” she said whimpering.

“I don’t believe you. Girls, stop touching her,” I said and immediately Kyrsten and Carly leaned back and took their hands away.

“NO!” Rebeccah cried out, her own hands latching onto her tits and pussy, trying to get the feeling back. She humped her own fingers for a moment before letting out an unsatisfied groan of despair. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please…” she repeated.

“You know why I think that it bothers you that guys see you as a bimbo?” I asked as I walked over to her. All three sets of eyes were staring hungrily at my cock.

“Like… Oh God… because I’m not.”

“No… that’s not it… that’s what was so hard to figure out about you, Rebeccah. It’s not that you’re not a bimbo… it’s that you’re not JUST a bimbo,” I said, my cock only inches from her mouth.

“NN…. nnn… please… please,” she said. Her eyes were fixated on the thick, hard shaft directly in front of her. 

“And because of that… you keep that slutty side of you in… You don’t let it out. You can’t let it out because then everyone would forever think of you as a cheap, slutty bimbo.”

“Fuck it,” she said and dove onto my cock, plunging it halfway into her mouth and sucking and licking it.

“Good girl,” I said as I stroked her hair. “See, I’m a sapiosexual too, slut. I like smart girls who act like dumb cunts when my cock shows up. Isn’t that what you want to be? To let go and just be a set of holes for use?”

“Yessssss,” she said before diving back.

“Good… Carly, go get the toys we bought.”

“Yes, Master.”

Carly went and grabbed the bags she’d left at the door and brought them back. Rebeccah was too busy trying to take my cock down her throat to notice, but I saw Kyrsten’s grin as Carly pulled out two strapons. One was what I would consider a “normal” size. Slightly larger at maybe 7 inches or so and slightly wider but well thin the range of normal.

The other one was massive. It was a scary looking black cock that was nearly a foot long and thicker than a coke can. Kyrsten took the smaller of the two and the two girls helped each other into their new apparel while I watched. Carly looked almost comical with the massive dildo now swinging between her legs. Both girls were busy lubing up their new appendages and I could feel my cock surging harder into Rebeccah’s inexperienced mouth. She coughed and sputtered at one point and I pulled her off, holding her hair tightly in my fist. “I think my girlfriends have something for you, slut,” I said and twisted her head to look at the two beauties walking towards her. She had a full body shiver as the thought of all the cock presented to her hit her. “We’re going to fill up all your holes and make you a good, brainless, airtight bimbo. How’s that sound?”

“OMG… like… yesssss,” she said in desperation. Carly laid back on the ground and gestured for the blonde to mount her. “So big,” she said as if mesmerized by the mammoth cock presented to her. She squatted over Carly and positioned it before slowly sliding down onto it, allowing inch after inch to slide into her, filling her up competely. “Feels like it’s… fuck me… in my throat… soooo good… thank you,” she said as she bottomed out. She looked at me as she pumped herself up and down on the cock a couple more times before Carly grabbed her hips and yanked her down roughly. Rebeccah’s scream filled the apartment and I slid my cock down her throat to shut her up. Carly and I found a little rhythm as I fucked her face and Carly completely dominated her cunt. Finally, Kyrsten stepped up behind her and poured some lube onto her hands.

“You only have one hole left to be violated, slut. Have you ever taken it in the ass?”

“No…,” she breathed out as her eyes rolled from the pummelling Carly was now doing. 

“Well you better beg Kyrsten to go easy. She’s wanted to revenge fuck you ever since you made her cry at lunch.”

“Fuck… fuck… I’m sorry… fuck… just… oh God… please be gentle… at first…”

Kyrsten smiled and leaned in to whisper into her ear, “You’re like a little sister. I won’t hurt you… much.” She started slowly feeding her fake cock into Rebeccah’s virgin ass. Rebeccah’s moan went from low and sensual to a veritable scream as inch after inch penetrated her. Carly had slowed down, simply holding the fake cock in the blonde’s cunt until Kyrsten was fully in. With both of them fully inside the newly minted bimbo, I slid my cock down her throat effortlessly. She was too lost in the sensations to even register the cock filling her throat.

“Now you’re a useful little bimbo, bitch,” I said and her blank eyes looked up at me, barely acknowledging my words as I felt her tongue work my cock aimlessly. “Now you need to be fucked.”

That was Kyrsten’s cue to start sliding in and out of her tight ass. Carly and her found a rhythm first then I started adding to it. Soon all three of us were pistoning in and out of her, taking our cue from Kyrsten’s increasingly aggressive pounding. “How’s it feel, slut? To be used like a cock socket? Do you like our master’s cock. It’s perfect isn’t it?” she said as she gripped Rebeccah’s hair and started slamming her face into my cock at the same time she rammed her fake dick into the girl’s tiny ass. Rebeccah started cumming right away and seemed to be orgasming constantly as Kyrsten got rougher and crueler. The redhead pinched and pulled and twisted her nipples all while whispering increasingly degrading things. Eventually, I started to cum and she shoved Rebeccah’s head onto my cock and held it there for a good twenty seconds while she slammed in and out of her ass as fast as she was able to all while muttering, “Dumb bitch,” over and over. Rebeccah managed to swallow most of my cum but started choking on it a bit so I pulled out, shooting my last load on her face. Without me to keep her upright, she promptly collapsed onto Carly who licked all the cum off of the pretty blonde’s face.

Kyrsten simply stood up and pulled the strap on off before coming over to me and kissing me. The kiss conveyed every emotion between us. Love, lust, desire, need, submission, loyalty. All of it I could tell in the way she moved, the noises she made and the way she kissed me thoroughly and passionately. She straddled my waist and lavished kisses onto me, her red hair engulfing me in a curtain that cut us off from the rest of the world. Her arousal was apparent as I could feel her waterfall of a cunt gushing all over my spent cock. When she flipped her hair to the side, I saw Carly laying on the ground, legs spread while Rebeccah licked at her own smooth cunt. She saw me staring and winked, mouthing the words, “I love you,” to me with a grin.