New Year, New Man - Part 3

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Charlee looked stunning - as usual - as she stood at Andy's doorstep. She had on a tight, sleeveless, cropped turtleneck and he was fairly certain she wore no bra beneath it. Her stomach looked taut and he spotted a new belly button ring that looked rather alluring. Her jeans seemed like the sort that cost well over $100 and Andy imagined her ass would look utterly flawless were he lucky enough to glimpse it.

"Charlee, hey," he said.

Andy scanned her face for signs of anger. Only three days had passed since New Year's Eve, when he'd abandoned her in favor of his ex-girlfriend Rachel. They hadn't spoken since then, though Andy figured that Charlee had no problem with that given that she'd fucked another guy in front of him at the party.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

Andy stepped aside and he couldn't help but glance at Charlee's ass as she stepped into his apartment. It was, as he expected, utterly perfect in the jeans.

"So you're with her now?"

Andy shouldn't have been caught off guard by the question, but he was, which is why he found himself saying 'um' a handful of times as Charlee spun around and stared.

"You were with her on New Year's Eve, right? A friend of mine saw you leaving with her boss."

"Yes, I was with her on New Year's Eve."

"And did you fuck her?"

"No, I didn't," he admitted.

Charlee stared like she didn't quite believe him.

"Her boss fucked her while I watched." Andy saw no reason to lie. He'd eaten another man's cum from Charlee's pussy. He'd watched her get fucked. She had no illusions about him being a vanilla guy.

His confession put a smile on her face. "Is that right?"

Andy nodded.

"So in the span of just a few hours, you watched someone fuck your girlfriend and your ex-girlfriend. Did you clean a load from her pussy like you did from mine?"

"I did."

"Naughty boy."

Again Andy studied Charlee's face for some sign of what was going on in her head. He couldn't detect anything, though. She might have been pissed. She might have been amused. He couldn't begin to read her emotions.

"I should have gotten in touch," he said. "Texted or called or something."

"Probably, but I can't say I blame you. New Year's Eve was wild. I mean, I helped close a big deal by offering my cunt. I was, basically, a whore for a night. That's not something a good girlfriend does, but maybe you're not the kind of man that's interested in being with a good girlfriend. Maybe you're the sort of man that's interested in being with a kinky, naughty, controlling, wild girlfriend that occasionally offers up her cunt to a man she's only just met."

Andy stared at his feet. "I think I might be."

Charlee approached and lifted his chin. She smiled and he noticed how soft her lips looked and how she'd seemingly applied the gentlest layer of gloss to make them seem all the more kissable.

"But now you're with her," Charlee said. "Is that right? She took you from me on New Year's Eve and now you're hers?"

He nodded. "That's about the shape of it."

Charlee caressed his face and leaned in, though she stopped short of kissing him. Instead, she paused with her lips just a few inches from his, remained there for a few seconds, and then stepped away and headed for Andy's living room.

He followed and watched her sit and cross her legs. He noted that her nipples were now hard, though that could have been because he kept his heat fairly low, mostly to save money.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "Coffee? Cold brew? Water? Orange juice?"

"You're sweet, but I'm okay. I'd like you to sit with me. Next to me."

She patted the couch cushion and Andy sat as she desired. Charlee put a hand on his knee and he wondered if Rachel would object to him having another woman in his apartment. He wasn't sure she would. They hadn't really formalized their relationship. They'd gone to dinner the day before and she'd taken him back to her place and sat on his face until she'd climaxed twice, but she hadn't explicitly labeled herself as his girlfriend. Plus, they hadn't really had a discussion about exclusivity, other than to say that Rachel would be available to her boss whenever he wanted her.

"Were you going to break up with me?" Charlee asked.

"Yes."

She made a pouty face, though it seemed playful more than anything, like she wasn't especially upset about his admission. "I liked it when you cleaned my cunt, you know. I liked seeing you between my legs. I liked - loved, really - that you were licking someone else's cum out of me. It was just so...so fucking dirty, you know?"

Andy nodded as he wondered if Charlee noticed the bulge growing between his legs.

"But I guess Rachel liked that too," she continued. "I guess she was the one that thought of having you clean my cunt. She was the one that pushed open the door so she could watch me and Alicia get fucked. She was the one that took control of you, that made you do as she desired. I assume she was the one that invited you to leave with her boss."

"She was, yes. Though, to be fair, her boss was the one that was in control that night. He really seems to enjoy being in control."

Charlee's hand moved up his thigh and she leaned in close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck as she asked, "Yeah? How did he take control, Andy?"

"Well, for one, he made me kiss the bulge in his pants as we rode the elevator down. He made me do it while people watched, actually."

"How naughty," Charlee whispered.

"He made me undress them both once we got to his hotel room. He made me...he made me service both of them, too. Before they fucked, I mean. And during, too, actually."

Her hand moved to his crotch and she kissed his neck. "Did you suck cock, Andy?"

He thought of Alec's cock in his mouth. He thought of the older man's hand on the back of his head. He thought of Rachel moaning and kissing her boss as the cock entered his mouth and pushed towards his throat.

"Yes, I sucked cock."

"You dirty boy. I had no idea you were so...flexible."

"I didn't either."

Charlee straddled him and for a moment Andy felt like the luckiest man in the world. After all, two beautiful, confident women were interested in him and both seemed keen on helping him explore his newfound sexual interests.

That sensation was short-lived, though, as Andy was almost immediately struck by a sense of guilt. He and Rachel hadn't talked much about exclusivity, but he was fairly certain she wouldn't be happy if he fucked Charlee.

"Wait," he said as she kissed his neck.

Charlee didn't stop, though. She kept kissing his neck and then her lips found their way to his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as her hips moved back and forth over his crotch, grinding slowly until he was sporting a throbbing erection.

"Charlee. wait, please, stop," he pleaded.

She sat back with a smile on her face. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I should do this."

"Do what?"

"Whatever it is we're doing right now."

She responded by taking her shirt off. Andy stared at her perfect breasts as he found his resolve melting. "Please..." was all he could manage to say.

"Andy, are you dating Rachel?"

"I don't know."

"Because you never broke up with me. You just kissed another girl on New Year's Eve and went home with her and her boss. You sucked cock. You ate pussy. You cleaned more cum. You didn't break up with me, though. You just fooled around with someone else, just like I did."

Andy's cock was hard as a rock. He wanted Charlee. Of course he wanted Charlee.

"Did you...you fooled around with someone else other than the guy who fucked you, you mean?"

Charlee bit her lip and nodded.

"Who did you fool around with?"

"No one special. Alicia introduced me to him after midnight. We had a drink, we did some making out, and then we went back to his place and fucked for a few hours. He wore my pussy out. I wore his cock out. He fucked me again the next morning. I didn't get paid for that one, but I figured that since my boyfriend had left with another woman that I wasn't under any obligation to remain chaste."

"No, you weren't."

Charlee took Andy's hands and placed them on her breasts. "It would have been more fun if you were there. If you were watching him fuck me. If you were willing to suck his fat dick because I told you to. That would have been a hell of a lot more fun, Andy."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I want you. I want you to be mine. I want to have the kind of fun with you that I can't really have with another guy, at least not a guy that's someone I actually want to be with."

She kissed his neck.

"There are plenty of losers that hit me up on Instagram and beg to lick my toes or whatever, but what woman would want a guy like that? You, though, are different. You're cute. You're funny. You're successful enough. You're the kind of guy that a woman wants to be with, but you're also the kind of guy that's clearly willing to lick someone else's hot load out of my cunt. I can have a lot of fun with a guy like that."

Andy returned to thinking he was the luckiest man in the world, though he still wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be the kind of guy Charlee was describing. He'd had fun on New Year's Eve, but that was also the only time in his life he'd been that kinky.

"You know what I enjoyed, Andy?"

"What's that?"

"When I sucked your dick and fed you your load."

Andy groaned as Charlee reached down and stroked him through his jeans. "You enjoyed that too, didn't you?"

"I did."

"Do you want me to feed you again, Andy?"

He wanted it. A blowjob from Charlee was like a gift from the gods, so of course he wanted it. He couldn't think clearly enough to assess how angry Rachel would be. Maybe she wouldn't be angry at all. Maybe she'd be furious.

"Yes, I want it."

Charlee climbed off his lap and took his pants off with remarkable ease. His cock was in her mouth a moment later. She wasted no time in working him over, either, sucking with great vigor and using her hands to pleasure his shaft and balls.

"Fuck, Charlee, I'm close," he said after just a few minutes of oral pleasure.

She sucked and stroked him harder. She lured him right to the edge of pleasure and pushed him over. He exploded in her mouth and she moaned while sealing her lips tightly around the shaft.

When he'd finished cumming, Charlee stood and straddled him. She grasped her breasts and spit some of the cum onto them. She leaned forward and Andy went to work cleaning his load from her perfect, perky flesh. He licked and sucked and she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly.

When he'd finished, Charlee kissed him. Cum poured from her mouth and into his. She fed him, just like she said she would. She fed him cum and her tongue and moaned wildly while grinding her hips. Kinky pleasure swirled through Andy's body and he grabbed her ass and gave it a good, hard squeeze.

"I need you to eat my pussy," she said.

"Will you sit on my face?"

Charlee smiled. "Of course I will."

She stood and led Andy to his bedroom. She pushed him onto his back, stripped, and climbed onto his face. He put his tongue to work as Charlee played with her breasts, moaning softly and sensually. Her hips began to rock back and forth and her juices spread over his face as she used him like a sex toy. He was happy to be that kind of toy for her, to provide her with pleasure given that she'd been so generous to him.

Charlee came hard and inched her hips back until her pussy rested on his chest. She smiled and ran her fingers through the wetness that coated his face. She popped those fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean with a smile.

"I think I'll have another orgasm. You wouldn't mind helping me with that, would you?"

"Not at all."

Soon enough she was back on his face, taking him for a long, slow ride that would end with another body-shaking orgasm.

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Rachel sat with her legs crossed and her hands resting in her lap. Her hair was long and wavy and looked more lustrous than usual. Her makeup was simple, though the little bit of glitter in her eye shadow made it a thrill every time she blinked.

"So, you got your dick sucked by that whore you were dating."

Usually, when someone used the word 'whore' they did so with a hint of venom in their voice. Rachel's voice contained none of that venom. Instead, she seemed to be using the word as more of a simple descriptor, as if there was no argument that Charlee was a whore. She wasn't entirely wrong given that Andy's girlfriend had fucked someone for money on New Year's Eve.

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry."

Rachel considered his apology for a moment and then smiled. "Actually, you don't need to apologize. We didn't make any agreements. We didn't formally become a couple again. We did so in a fairly loose manner, but there was nothing concrete. If I'm being honest, there's a part of me that likes that Charlee wants you."

Andy tried to conceal the dual sensations of surprise and delight that coursed through him in that moment.

"The question is, do you want her more than you want me?" Rachel asked.

Andy shook his head.

She uncrossed her legs and spread them, revealing the soft, milky white flesh of her inner thighs. She pushed her skirt between her legs to hide her panties, but Andy stared nonetheless from his seat across the living room.

"Alec enjoyed playing with you," Rachel said. "He enjoyed your subservience, as he put it."

It was hard to argue with Alec's choice of words, though Andy didn't love the idea that Rachel would see him as a subservient man.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked his ex-girlfriend.

Rachel ran a hand up her inner thigh, doing so slowly and pushing under her skirt. She pressed her finger against her panties - they looked to be made of satin - and moaned softly. "I did. I enjoyed it all throughout New Year's Eve. I enjoyed it when you let me push you to your knees. I enjoyed it when you followed my instructions to clean the cunts of those two whores. I enjoyed it when you obeyed Alec because I told you to obey him. It made my pussy wet when you got on your knees and kissed his bulge. It made me even wetter when you sucked his dick while he played with my tits and kissed me."

She was masturbating. Slowly and subtly, but she was masturbating. She was rubbing her pussy through her satin panties as Andy sat and watched.

It seemed like Rachel might cum, but she pulled her hand from between her legs before reaching her climax. She adjusted her skirt, rested her hands on her knees, and smiled.

"Can I make you cum?" he asked.

Rachel shook her head. "Do you think you could be with someone that you're rarely allowed to fuck, Andy?"

"I think so, yes."

"And why do you think so?"

"Because the orgasms I've had over the past few days have been incredible. Better than...I mean, better than the orgasms I've had when fucking someone. They're...I don't know, kink fueled, I guess, and that just makes them seem better."

Rachel crossed her legs once more. "So if I told you that there's no chance you'll fuck me for at least a month, you'd still want to be in a relationship with me?"

He nodded.

"And if I told you that there's no chance I'm sucking your dick for at least a month?"

"Yes, I'd still want a relationship."

"And what about Charlee?"

"I'll tell her that we're exclusive," he said. "That I'm yours."

That made her smile and her hand moved between her legs again, remaining there for a few moments as she rubbed herself with her eyes closed.

"Don't do that. Not yet. I think I'd like to try and make Charlee mine as well."

Andy leaned back and his eyes bulged for a moment. Rachel met his gaze and smiled. Again he felt like he'd just been exposed to an entirely new side of his ex-girlfriend.

"Maybe I'll fail, but maybe I won't. Maybe I'll get to have all kinds of fun no matter how it unfolds."

"Make her yours?" he asked. "What does that mean?"

"That means that Charlee agrees to become a pretty little plaything for me, that she lets me control her, that she lets me whore her out as I see fit."

Rachel spread her legs, pulled up her skirt, and pushed a hand into her panties. She masturbated openly and aggressively and Andy could hear how wet she was.

"Please, can I make you cum?" he asked.

She smiled and laughed softly. "I'll bet Alec would enjoy having you and Charlee on your knees for him. I'll bet he'd enjoy taking turns fucking your mouths before bending me over, pounding me pussy, and emptying his balls into my needy cunt. I'll bet you'd both enjoy being ordered to clean me together, being ordered to lick my slick fuck hole and share in Alec's load."

She was getting massively worked up and Andy wondered if he was about to embark on a far wilder sexual journey than he was prepared for. Some part of him knew he wouldn't be able to refuse, though, that the allure of doing so was just too good to resist.

"Get over here," Rachel said.

Andy rushed towards her and fell to his knees in front of the couch.

"She sucked your dick right here, didn't she?"

He nodded.

"She fed you your cum right here?"

He nodded again.

Rachel inched her hips forward and Andy noticed the wet spot in her satin panties. "I'm going to feed you cum, too. Alec had me before I came over. He was rough. I like it when he's rough. I came so hard on his cock. I begged him to cum inside me. I told him I was going to visit you, that I'd feed you his fucking load from my cunt. Now you're going to devour him while I film you."

Rachel pulled out her phone and Andy leaned in. She started filming and he pulled her panties aside and shoved his tongue inside her.

"Look up at me," she said. "Look into the camera as you devour another man's cum. Show me that you're every bit the subservient man that Alec said you were."

Andy did as she wanted. He ate the cum out of her pussy and maintained eye contact with the camera the entire time. He did it because that's what she wanted, because doing what she wanted turned him on immensely.

"It won't be long before Charlee is doing the same thing, before she's eating my sloppy cunt, before she's doing so and begging me to keep using her, to keep controlling her, to keep treating her like a dirty whore."

Andy wasn't sure why he found that notion so arousing, but he did.

"Get your tongue deeper, Andy."

He obeyed. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could. He scooped more cum out of her, swallowing every drop he could find and doing so as arousal rocketed through his body.

When he was finished, Rachel put her phone aside, took Andy's head in her hands, and leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue explored his mouth slowly and deeply and when she pulled away his cock was hard as a rock.

"You're my boyfriend now," she said. "We're officially a couple again. It's just going to be a lot different than it was before. You're free to keep having fun with Charlee, though, and soon enough I'll be having fun with her too."

"Can I fuck you?" he asked.

Rachel laughed. "No. Of course not. You don't use your cock very well and it's not big enough to make up for your shortcomings, so no, you can't fuck me, Andy. I'll jerk you off, though, and you'll clean up your load."

"I will."

"Stand up."

Andy stood and Rachel lowered his pants and freed his cock. She then stuffed three fingers into her pussy and they emerged coated in a mixture of her juices and the remnants of Alec's cum. 

"A superior man's cum makes perfect lube for a handjob, don't you think?" she asked.

Before Andy could answer, Rachel's hand was around his cock. Her fingers moved up and down his shaft. Thunderous pleasure coursed through his body, leaving him in a trembling state of overwhelming desire.

She stopped after half a minute and took her and bra off. She presented her tits and resumed stroking. Soon enough Andy was blowing his load all over her pale breasts and chest.

"Clean it up," Rachel said.

He fell to his knees and licked his cum from her breasts, worshiping them in the process. She ran her clean hand through his hair and moaned softly while doing so. He licked and sucked and fondled and did everything he could to make her feel good.

Eventually Rachel pushed down on his head, guiding Andy between her legs for yet another orgasm, one that he gleefully provided.

He wasn't sure where Rachel would take their relationship, but Andy was absolutely certain he wanted to join her for that journey.