Jay and Carly, Book 2 Chapter 18

This one has been getting worked on for a long time. Hopefully you enjoy it. Angela certainly does ;)

Edit: It was pointed out to me that Victoria hasn't gotten a lot of facetime and this was the perfect chapter to giver her a little bit more. So now there's a nice little conversation between her and Jay in the car before they go to the attorney's. I'm going to try to drop little bits like this in future installments for the existing girls. It's really easy in these types of stories to just move from new girl to new girl but half the fun is mixing and matching the kinks. So thanks for the reminder!

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“Last night was delicious, Master. I hadn’t realized how much I truly needed that.”

I hugged Carly as we snuggled in bed, a rare moment of solitude between us. “Have I been neglecting you, my love?”

She shook her head, giving me a rueful smile as her eyes gazed up into mine. The way the light from the window blazed in her eyes entranced me for a moment as I got lost in her stare. “No, Master. Far from it.”

I leaned over onto my elbow and hovered over her. She looked so small and vulnerable as she gazed up at me. Her eyes darted across my face as she searched for what to say, “Jay,” she said, using my name to convey her earnest sincerity, “This is the life I wanted, remember? Everytime you come home smelling of sweat and sex, it’s like a quiet ‘I love you’ whispered to me. Every time you tell me about a new girl you’re developing feelings for or a budding lust for some new slut, I get all the same butterflies from when we were first dating.”

I was quiet for a moment myself as I pondered my thoughts. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Clean living?” she said, a crooked smile on her lips.

I chuckled and kissed her gently, “Hardly.”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh please. Mister ‘doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t do drugs’. What have you ever done wild in your life?”

“Besides accumulating a harem of gorgeous, submissive fuck pets,” I said.

She shoved me off of her and laughed, “Before me, Master.” Her small feet hit the floor and she walked across the cool hardwood of our bedroom. My eyes traversed her body, naked except for the leather collar around her neck. She was obviously pregnant now, her belly swelling out noticeably but not yet awkwardly. If you knew what to look for, you could see the slight shift in the way she walked. Just a little more careful. A bit slower. Fortunately for me it hadn’t slowed down her rate of fucking. That remained as fast and robust as ever.

“I don’t know… I had some wild times in college,” I said in mock defense.

“Oh yeah… like what?”

“Uhmm…,” I wracked my brain for a moment that would even remotely qualify as wild. “I once had sex in a closet.”

“Random girl or girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend,”I admitted.

“Whose closet?”

“Mine,” I said sheepishly.

“Was anyone else in the room?”

“We thought we were sneaking in to fool around and not disturb my roommate. Turned out he wasn’t even in bed but the lump of pillows had fooled us.”

“So your wildest moment of college was having uncomfortable, inconvenient sex with your girlfriend?”

“Fine,” I said, folding my arms.

She smiled at me, her white teeth gleaming brightly and a loving twinkle in her eye, “See… clean living IS what got you to deserve me.” The triumphant tone of her voice was infectious and I smiled back. I wasn’t actually upset. How could anyone in my position be upset?

Before I could say anything else, Victoria walked in. Her thigh high stockings and tight, white tank top managed to highlight all of her generous curves. “Hello, Mr. S. Mrs. S,” she said as she set down the tray containing breakfast. “Is there anything else you two need?” she asked. There was a look in her eye that conveyed exactly what she hoped the answer might be.

“Come here, Victoria,” I said, gesturing with my finger. She walked towards me, her hands behind her back in a manner that wordlessly conveyed her utter submission. She dropped down to her knees and started to lean forward, assuming I wanted a blowjob.

I chuckled as I gently cupped her chin and turned her head upwards. The way Victoria stared at me always made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I wouldn’t say she stared at me as if I was her God. Her unflagging religiosity would have rendered such a statement insulting. No, the look she always gave me was more akin to unabashed devotion. The kind of look a dog gives their owner… No… that’s not right. The kind of look a true believer gives their cult leader… that they also have a crush on. You can understand why it made me uncomfortable at times. It also made me rock hard… I’m only human.

“I believe I owe you a reward, don’t I?” I said. As I spoke, I traced the letters of the tattoo that spiraled around her right breast. “I am filled by my beloved and all his desire is fulfilled by me,” I said the words, remembering how she had gotten the tattoo so soon after we had first hooked up. “Are those words still true, Victoria?”

“Yes, Master?”

“And the other ones?” I asked, referring to her even more blasphemous tramp stamp.

“Of course, Master.”

“Then I have a job you’re going to help me with today,” I said.

“Anything, Master.”

I looked over Victoria’s head to Carly who was now watching with amused curiosity. “I saw something I want, the other day. You’re going to help me get it.”

“Who is she, Master?” Victoria asked, fully understanding my meaning. That was the mark of an excellent secretary. They should be able to anticipate all of your requests no matter how personal.

“Remember the receptionist?”

“At the lawyer’s office?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyebrows arching in intrigue.

“You’re going to help me seduce her.”

With a surprising intensity she looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes, Sir.”

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“Oh, God… Jay… do you see yourself that way?” her small hand cupped mine tenderly.

“Sometimes,” I said.

She looked at me quietly and whispered, “We’re with you because you’re wonderful. We submit to you because, time and time again, you’ve earned our trust. If Carly, Kyrsten and Louise came to you tomorrow and asked you to stop adding new girls, what would you do?”

“I’d stop, of course.”

“That’s the difference between you and the man I thought I’d marry. That’s the difference between dominant,” she pressed her hand to my chest, “and domineering. I thought it would be some macho asshole who kept me trapped in a toxic relationship.”

“That was your fantasy?” I asked incredulously.

She laughed, “Oh lord, no. Of course not. I fantasized about someone like you…” she said and let her fingers trail down my shirt and to my pants. “But I never once thought I would actually get it. And we all feel that way, I promise.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “Now can I give my boss a blow job or do you want to just head inside so you can find your new toy to fuck?”

I laughed, “Tell you what… slut,” I said, snaking my hand up her neck and gripping her hair. She gasped and then stared at me with a hungry smile. “You suck my cock until I’m nice and hard so that when I fuck my new toy, I’m all worked up and frustrated.”

“Yes. Sir,” she said with hunger.

Ten minutes later we were walking into the building together. I had my hand on the small of her back as I guided her to the elevators. When we arrived at the attorney’s office, we quickly pulled into the parking deck and I turned off the engine. Leaning over, I gave Victoria a soft, gentle kiss and whispered, “Are you going to make me happy today?”

She smiled back, gently wiping saliva from her lips as she checked her makeup, “Of course, Mr. S. Don’t I always?”

“Yes… yes you do,” I said. We were both dressed professionally. Wearing a suit always made me feel strong, respected and put together. For Victoria, a return to her office attire was a welcome change. The fact that she was completely nude underneath except for a thin, lacy shelf bra had her pussy dripping the whole ride. Of course, my fingers probably made that situation even worse.

We went upstairs without talking. The only noise as we walked through the halls was the echo of Victoria’s heels through the cavernous building. As a top law firm, their office had to broadcast power and prestige. And boy did it. Marble floors polished to where you could look down and fix your hair. Glass and mirrors everywhere along with random pieces of art sitting on pedestals in the middle of every room and corridor. The place was a monument to excessive cash flow. And it wasn’t a subtle one.

Stepping out of the elevator on the 14th floor, I stepped forward and was pleasantly surprised to see not just Angela but her friend Tessa there as well. Angela had this ‘girl next door’ innocence to her, although I was pretty sure there was a lot more to her than that. Tessa on the other hand was the stunning All-American girl. Solid C Cup breasts. Curvy but still athletic. Sandy blonde hair and a tan that you could only get from living a life in the South Florida sun. If you were going to cast someone to be a Nebraska Cornhusker cheerleader, she’d have been your girl. Maybe except for the tan. Both had their appeal in their own way but my mind was focused on the corruption of the, hopefully-not-that-innocent, Angela today.

The two girls glanced up at me then back at each other as they shared a conspiratorial snicker. I guess I left an impression on them. As I approached the reception desk, Tessa said, “Let me know how things work out,” and walked away.

Angela started to say something but glanced up at me and decided not to, instead straightening her back and meeting my gaze. She was wearing a suit jacket today with a silky rose shirt underneath. It hid those perfect orbs on her chest she’d given me a glimpse of before but it also hugged her curves, showing off a nice, smooth hourglass figure. She had surprisingly wide shoulders and a very narrow waist which only served to highlight those curves.

“Hello, Mr. Simpson,” she said.

“Hello Angela,” I replied as I leaned forward. She mirrored the gesture and I couldn’t help that my eyes flicked down the slight gape in the neck line to the dark valley between her breasts. The white lacy bra underneath frustratingly concealed those perfect mounds.

“I’ve got an appointment with Mr. Guffman.”

She glanced at her computer and nodded, “He’ll be right with you. Have a seat over there,” she gestured towards the chairs by the window. “Is there anything I can get you while you wait?”

“I’m still waiting for your number,” I said.

She smirked at me, “I told you I’m not going to be number 12.”

I smiled back and said, “You won’t be… I already took care of that.”

“So you’re asking me to be unlucky number 13?”

I pondered, “We could borrow a page from your building and just call you number 14 instead.”

She snickered, “I’ve always thought that was dumb.”

“Right?” I asked, finally feeling like the ice was at least a little broken, “Such a ridiculous superstition.”

“Oh, I think it’s totally legit. 13 is a horribly unlucky number. They just shouldn’t skip it in a building. That’s dumb.” Her voice was completely deadpan and I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not.

“I… Uhmmm,” I stammered, not sure what to say.

“I’m screwing with you, Mr. Simpson.”

I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and grinned, “I’m glad. I like girls with a little bit of sass.”

She smiled but said nothing and I went to sit down next to Victoria. “She’s very pretty, Mr. S.”

“I bet she’s a real spitfire in bed too.”

Victoria murmured her agreement. “I think she’s fairly ripe for harvest.”

“You have such a delicious way with words, Vic,” I said then placed my hand high on her thigh and tangled my other in her hair, pulling her to me for a passionate kiss. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Angela watching us intently.

Just then, Mr. Guffman walked out and cleared his throat diplomatically, “Mr. Simpson. Thank you for coming.”

“No problem, Sir. Thank you for devoting so much time to this ridiculousness.”

“Now, now. Her interpretation of the law may be ridiculous. But I assure you that the effect it will have on your life will not be.”

“I understand,” I said before turning briefly to Victoria, “Victoria, do a good job on that project I gave you, alright?”

She nodded and I followed Guffman. In my last meeting at the firm, I’d not really had a chance to see any more of the building than the lobby. The girls had come back to the conference room and given their depositions but I’d just been outside waiting. Seeing it now, I understood why they were so impressed. Sure, it had all the trappings of a classic lawyer’s office. The rows of endless books on shelves that likely never got touched because everything was digital these days, for example. But it also had many of the things you’d expect to see in a modern office. Multiple monitors adorned several walls. There were iPads in trays at every seat at the conference table all with the last slide of whatever presentation Guffman had just been giving. With a flick of Guffman’s wrist, all the iPads switched to a new presentation that showed my name in large cursive text in the header.

“Nice setup,” I said.

“Well, it wasn’t so impressive a few years ago. Then I made the mistake of having my daughter drive me to work one day. She called me an old fuddy duddy when she saw the place and insisted that we modernize.”

“Smart girl,” I said.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he said, pointing his finger at me and smiling.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied and returned the smile. We laughed and sat down as we got to business. Guffman was obviously good at his job. They’d done a ton of research and I made a comment about it.

“Honestly, credit goes to my paralegal, Tessa. I think you met her?”

“She’s your paralegal? Seems pretty young.”

“22, about to graduate. Honestly, I hired her as a favor and she’s worked out great. I’m going to try to keep her on full time but I think she’s going to try to apply to law school so who knows if I’ll be successful.”

“Convince her to go to UM for law school and offer her a part time job… better than nothing and maybe you’ll have a new partner in three years.”

“I knew you were a sharp kid, Jay,” he said jovially, tapping his pen on the desk in agreement. He had a habit of nervously clicking his pen every few minutes that drove me nuts at first but now just seemed like a harmless affectation. Besides, I was paying him to keep me out of jail, not entertain me with pleasant conversation.

We finished going over the general documents and discussing an action plan. Guffman had discussed with my other attorney, Stackhouse, and we thought that this last one on one between the DA and I would be enough to put everything to bed (so to speak). As we started planning out what I was going to say and how to frame the lifestyle, Guffman got a call. “Yeah… sure… I’m with… yeah… okay… okay… I get it… Yes… I can give you a few minutes…,” he held the phone to his chest, “Mr. Simpson, give me a few minutes… I need to take care of this if that’s alright.”

“Sure… just don’t bill me for this time,” I said with a smile. I      room and I sat and I pulled off my phone and sent Carly a quick text.

Me: How’s it going?
Carly: Bang any slutty receptionists yet?
Me: Haha… Lawyer needed to take care of a PITA client… I’m all alone…

Carly: Sorry you don’t have a hole to keep yourself occupied ;)

Me: You’re terrible

Carly: Yes, Master ;)

Before I could type a response… or a punishment, the door opened. Tessa walked in and quietly shut the door behind her. “I’d like to talk, Jay.”

I quickly typed a last message to Carly.

Me: Things may have just gotten more interesting.

Then I looked up and said, “Sure. What about?” I looked her up and down as she sat. She was wearing a very casual sundress with those puffy sleeves that girls sometimes wear. The dress was loose but couldn’t fully hide her large breasts. It also seemed strangely girlish, making her appear much more youthful than she obviously was. She didn’t look young in the face, but the dress was more like something you’d see on a high school girl, not a woman about to graduate college.

“I read all the notes on your file but… uhmm… Mr. Guffman always tells us that we have to really know the client to serve them the best.”

I raised my eyebrows at her choice of words and she stammered, “I mean… to service you best… shit… To give you the best job… oh fuck it. Whatever. You know what I mean.”

I decided to let her off the hook and waved her to sit down, “I do… it’s fine. What do you want to know?”

“Well… I know you have lots of girlfriends. And you consider some of them wives?” she said, jotting down notes in a small notepad she’d flipped out of her hand.

“I do… but… wives gets us into some trouble. Legally, I mean. Life partners, maybe?”

She nodded.

“And how do you decide which ones are girlfriends and which ones are… life partners?”

I shrugged. Carly and I had numerous conversations about this subject and I wasn’t sure I understood myself any better now than I had seven months ago. “It’s complicated, I guess. This wasn’t a lifestyle I sought out. This was sort of Carly’s… kink, I guess you might say and she introduced it to me.”

“You haven’t exactly discouraged it,” she said, sounding a little judgemental.

“I have multiple women that love me in my life. I’m not sure why I’d discourage that so long as everyone is okay with it.”

“What if you fell in love with someone who didn’t want to share you?”

I thought about that for a moment before shaking my head, “I wouldn’t. If I ever found someone like that I’d have to make some ground rules. Just like anyone in a monogamous relationship would.”

“And what if she fell in love with you before she realized she didn’t want to share you?” she asked.

“Why are you asking these questions?”

She stammered, “Professional… uhm… intellectual curiosity.”

I nodded, unsure how honest she was really being. With me and with herself. Nevertheless, I continued, “A couple of the girls I’ve been with have been reluctant to share me. I’ve made it clear that I’m never leaving Carly. Or Kyrsten. Or any of them. Once I did, most of them actually felt empowered and reassured by that. The main reason people don’t want to share is a fear of losing the person. Once that fear is off the table, it removes a lot of the concern, I’ve found.”

“Do you share Carly?”

“No,” I said.

“So you’re still afraid of losing her?”

I laughed, “Not even a little… but I said that was the main reason. Not the only reason. For me, I’m also pretty possessive. I don’t judge guys that swing or share or whatever. You’ll never catch me kink shaming. But it’s not for me. I like having women who are utterly devoted to me… it’s well… that’s my kink, I guess.” I thought a bit about my bachelor party and then added, choosing my words carefully, “That’s not to say I haven’t shared a couple of my hookups… I guess that’s the difference for me between life partners and girlfriends.”

“Thank you,” she said, “That was very helpful. And, if I might suggest, when you talk to the ADA, say it just like that… leave the kinks out… but everything else. She’s actually a pretty reasonable person, but she can be pretty myopic at times.”

“Thanks,” I said. I was very confused by the whole conversation.

“No problem,” she said and turned to walk out. She shot a look at me over her shoulder that belied the calm demeanor she’d had. There was a hunger there in her eyes and the nearly invisible lip bite just confirmed it for me.

“Can I get your number, Tessa?”

She turned, one soft hand on the door while the other caressed her chin in an exaggerated show of contemplation. After a long moment of silence she looked at me and said, “It’s already there.” Her finger pointed to the paper on the table. I looked down and flipped it over, seeing the beautiful ten digits of her phone number written in the thin gray scrawl of a mechanical pencil. I smiled and looked up in time to see her skirt swish out the door. I quickly typed the phone number into my phone before my attorney returned and we finished our prep session. It took another 30 minutes but, by the end, I felt fully prepared for whenever my next encounter with the DA turned out to be.

I walked out and noticed that there was a different receptionist at the desk. A stiff backed young man in his late 20s, “What happened to Angela?”

“She took lunch,” he said snottily, “entitled little bitch.”

“Geezus,” I said, surprised by the random nastiness from the man.

Misinterpreting my surprise he continued, “Right? I’m a fucking attorney… receptionist is her job, not mine.”

“I mean… she’s entitled to a lunch, right?”

He waved his hand dismissively, “That’s the problem with my generation… everyone feels entitled to everything.”

I couldn’t help myself, “Like not having to help out your co-workers so they can eat during the day?”

The daggers shooting from his eyes would skewered me into oblivion if given physical form. I just smiled back and walked out. The absence of Angela and Victoria had my mind buzzing with possibilities. I went downstairs and to the parking garage where I found my SUV waiting. The windows were tinted almost black but I could see some kind of movement inside. My cock was hard in anticipation as I opened the door and took in the glorious site in front of me.

Victoria was seated against the other door, legs spread wide and facing me. She looked fully clothed, if slightly disheveled. Between her legs, also facing me was the beautiful, angelic Angela. Her clothes were still on… barely. But her blouse was unbuttoned and her skirt hiked up her waist. Her panties were dangling off one ankle and I could see Victoria’s fingers working her pussy with one hand while they teased her exposed nipple with the other. Angela’s eyes were glassy and wide as she looked at me when I opened the door.

“Well, well,” I said, standing there with the door still open. Angela’s eyes flicked over my shoulder and widened further, “This is what you like, isn’t it? You like to show off and let people see the secret slut inside of you?”

Victoria’s fingers plunged into her juicy gash eliciting a gasp from her as she nodded at me. “I think this fruit is ready to be harvested, Mr. S.”

I pulled my phone out and held it up. Angela’s eyes blinked in fear and she tried to say something but Victoria’s relentless fingers were making that quite difficult. I reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’m not taking photos or a video. But we’re going to have an audience,” I said, “My wife wants to watch.”

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, obviously aroused by the idea. I climbed into the car and slipped the phone onto the holder clipped to the back of the driver’s seat. As the Skype call dialed, I looked at Victoria and winked, “You did well.”

“Thank you, Mr. S.”

“Now drive us around… after all, Angela needs… lunch,” I said, replacing Victoria’s fingers with my own. The change in size and texture caused her to gasp again as I slid into the tight, velvety snatch that my secretary had prepped for me. She slid out the door, pushing the resistanceless Angela over to me as she did so, and climbed into the front seat. Suddenly, my phone flared to life and I saw not just Carly’s face but Kyrsten’s as well.

“Oh good, you’re both there.”

“Yes, Master,” they chimed in unison and then giggled, “To what do we owe the honor of this midday phone call?” Carly asked.

“Well… remember that slut exhibitionist at the law office?”

“The little hussy receptionist who was trying to steal our man?” Kyrsten asked. It was a ridiculous characterization that the redhead was making but I knew she was doing it for affect more than anything.

“That’s the one… well…,” I said then pulled Angela into view, “Turns out she’s not JUST an exhibitionist.”

“She’s also a slut!” Carly exclaimed with the kind of joy normally reserved for children receiving their fondest wishes on Christmas morning.

I laughed and nodded, “Seems like it. I wanted you guys to be able to watch while I claim her.”

“Oh excellent. What’s the slut’s name?” Kyrsten asked.

I looked at her and rapidly moved my fingers inside before pulling them out. She panted and gasped for air before managing to force out, “Angela.”

“Well, Angela,” Kyrsten said with the kind of harsh tone you’d hear from a sorority girl judging her ‘lessers’. “Let me tell you something. You’re about to be gifted with the most perfect cock God ever put on this earth.”

“Amen,” Victoria said from the front seat.

“So you better do your best to please it because it’s a fucking honor to be allowed to have it just once. You do want to do a good job… right?”

“Y… y… yesss,” she stuttered under the assault of my fingers, “P… please.”

“That’s a good girl… now suck his cock while we watch,” she said and then her eyes returned to mine and the cattiness in her voice and disdain on her face faded away, “I hope you enjoy your new little pet, Master.”

I pushed Angela’s head down to my cock and she engulfed it, taking me halfway down her throat. “I also got Tessa’s phone number… the paralegal.” Angela murmured something around my cock as I gripped her hair tight and controlled her motion.

“Really?” Carly asked, “Is this a two-for-one day?” Her voice was full of cautious optimism.

“Probably not… but maybe a two-for-one week.”

“Slow week,” she said. “Well… not really… You did have Aimee already,” she reminded me.

“True… but that was several hours ago. My cock has been bone dry since then.”

“Poor, Master. Your endless set of holes hasn’t been doing a good enough job of occupying your cock.”

“I guess I’ll simply have to take that frustration out on this new… project.”

Another murmur around my cock sent shivers down my spine. Angela wasn’t the best blow job queen I’d had but she was probably top 3. “She must be good to get Master to do that.”

“Better than us, Master?”

“M… Maybe,” I said.

“I bet her nice young pussy is really tight too. Do you want Master to split your little fuckhole wide open, slut?”

I pulled her off my cock and she was gasping for air. “Yess… yesss,” she said pleadingly.

“Then do it. Climb on him and face us so we can see the moment you realize that you’re getting the best dick you’ve ever had,” Kyrsten instructed. Carly nodded and I could see my two wives stroking each other’s flesh as they teased each other. Angela didn’t hesitate. She maneuvered herself on top of me in the SUV, grabbing the two handles on the doors for support before lowering herself on my cock as I held it upright for her.

“Ohh… ohhh… ohhhh,” she said with each inch that penetrated her, “More… more,” she whispered.

“Two more inches,” I said as I encircled her chest with my hands and pinched her nipples.

She dropped down the last two inches and let out a defeated whimper, “Soooooo full,” she said in a tone that was as reverential as any ever uttered by Victoria. “You… you were right… perfect cock… oh fuck… it… it touches me… just right… fuck.”

“See, slut. You’re ruined for other men now… you’ll only ever be happy with your new Master’s cock,” Kyrsten said. Carly was silent, probably because she was furiously strumming her clit. Kyrsten liked seeing me dominate these new girls. Carly enjoyed it on a more primal level.

“You like this, Carly?” I asked as Angela ground her pussy on me.

“Yes, Master,” came her dreamy response.

“You like watching me cheat on you? Fuck other women? Claim other sluts?”

“Yesss… God… you know I do… I fucking love it.”

“Why, slut?”

“I love seeing you happy,” she said.

“I’m happy with you,” I told her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jay. And I know… But god… this is so fucking hot… Watching you sample some new slut. Watching you take control and own her.”

I gripped my fingers into the soft, white flesh of Angela’s waist and slammed her up and down three times causing progressively louder screams. “I’m going to fill her tight little cunt with cum and make her keep it in the rest of the day.”

“Oh yess, Master,” Carly said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The two girls were now laying back on the bed and Kyrsten was teasing Carly’s nipples while Carly strummed at her clit furiously.

“She’s so good, Carly… Fuck!” I yelled. “You like this, bitch? You like being spread and split so my wives can watch?”

“FUCK YES!” Angela’s affirming scream shouted, filling the car with her voice and causing Victoria to twitch.

“You should thank everyone for sharing me,” I said, grabbing her and holding her down on my cock so she couldn’t slam onto me again.

She whimpered in frustration before managing, “Thank you, Victoria, for convincing me to be number 13. Thank you for sharing your husband, Carly. Thank you for teaching me what I am, Kyrsten.”

“And what is that?” Kyrsten said.

“A slut…” she said with a faroff happy voice.

I gripped her hair, “Who’s slut?” I snarled, looking at Kyrsten in the camera who practically swooned when she saw me get rough with the girl.

“Your, slut… master…” she submitted. My cock surged at the word and I started fucking her like a madman, filling the car with gratified screams of pleasure and, eventually, orgasm. Kyrsten managed to get Carly off three times and I dropped a second load into Angela’s hungry pussy before we dropped her back off at the law office. She climbed out with shaky legs and smoothed her skirt out before trying to fix her hair. “Thank you, Jay. That was… wonderful.”

“You’re welcome,” I said and gave her a kiss.

“Be sure to tell Tessa how good it was,” Victoria said and Angela blushed. “I’m sure you tell each other everything anyways.”

“We do,” she said, the pink showing brightly on her pale flesh. “Thank you again,” she said.

“No… Thank you,” I replied before settling back into my seat. I closed the door, watching the young receptionist’s ass as she sashayed back into the office. “Well that was fun… what’s next on the itinerary?”

“Anything you want, Mr. S. ANYthing you want.”