Book 2 (Chapter 11)

Sorry for the delay. Between RL things and the difficulty of this chapter, this one just took awhile. I'm in a weird transition state in the story and trying to weave together a couple narratives. One of the weird things I'm finding in writing these multi-part stories is making sure all the threads line up to come together at the right moment. There's something I'm trying to set up in a couple chapters and trying to keep the pace of the story threads all roughly equal is proving very difficult. Anyways... enough about the craft of writing. On to the smut!
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So I’m standing there, silhouetted by the bright Florida sun. I’m naked. With Kyrsten who’s also naked. She’s covered in cum. Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, my neighbor is a sheriff and his daughter is sitting on the couch talking to my wife. Yup, that sums up the situation pretty nicely.
“Chloe, I’m so sorry,” I said. I yanked a towel down from the wall and held it in front of me as I blushed. Kyrsten was decidedly less embarrassed. She simply waved at Chloe as if nothing was amiss and walked upstairs. I couldn’t help watching and drooling just a little at the sway of her curvy ass and hips. “Uhh… Kyrsten, can you…” I called up the stairs to her. Before I could finish, a t-shirt and a pair of swim trunks were flying down onto the floor in front of me, “Thanks, Babe!”
“You’re welcome, Master!” came the reply from upstairs. She did nothing to hide the giggle that accompanied it. I ducked quickly behind the corner and threw the clean clothes on as fast as possible, discarding the sweaty, sandy clothes into the hamper we kept by the back door. I took a quick breath and walked around the corner, trying my best to ignore the fact that the beautiful, blonde twenty-something had just seen me in all my glory.
“Sorry about that, Chloe. Kyrsten and I got a little carried away outside.”
She tucked her hair behind her head and bit her lip. “It’s okay. You’re adults.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
“You seem to have a lot of sex,” she said. There wasn’t judgement in her tone. Nor was it curiosity. It was just a flat, monotone statement.
I shrugged, “I guess that’s true. Though it’s not nearly as much as you think.”
She looked at me, obviously doubting my blatant lie. “Uh-huh.”
“Okay… it’s definitely a lot. But it’s not like a 24/7 orgy. That’s what I meant.”

“Oh I know that. You save those for the weekends,” she said, looking up at me. Again, I couldn’t tell if she was flirting, teasing, or simply making a statement.
“Hopefully we’ve been better since the weekend the whole cul-de-sac heard us?”
She nodded, “I only hear it if there’s no wind and I really pay attention.”
Carly said, “You try to listen?” She smiled at the young woman who suddenly looked like she’d been caught with her hand in a cookie jar.
“NO… I mean… not really. It’s just… well… I’ve been thinking about the thing you told me.”
Carly nodded sagely, “I understand. It’s natural for you to have curiosity like that. Especially given…,” Carly trailed off glancing up at me for a moment before saying, “What you told me.”
Chloe looked up at me then back at Carly, “Are you going to tell him?”
“He’s my Master but he wouldn’t ask me to break a confidence. I’d tell him if he demanded but he won’t demand it.”
I stepped forward and rubbed Carly’s shoulder appreciatively. It felt really nice to hear her say that. I loved her submission to me but I also really loved the trust and faith she had in me as well. “That’s right, Chloe. Whatever you told Carly stays between you until you decide to share it.”
Chloe looked between Carly and I before closing her eyes and quietly whispering, “It’s okay if he knows,” she said.
“Well then tell him,” Carly said, giving the young woman a gentle poke in the arm.
“I don’t think I can… will… will you tell him?”
Carly smiled, “Of course sweetie. Are you sure? The last thing we want is for you to feel unduly pressured.”
Chloe nodded, “It’s okay.”
Carly turned to me and said, “Sit down, Master. I expect you’ll want to hear this story in its entirety.”
“Is this about Chloe and Leah?” I asked.
“Not really,” Carly said, laying a hand on my arm, “Chloe has led a very sheltered life until recently. Her Dad is very protective and was raised to be very traditional. When Chloe’s Mom passed away, her Dad didn’t know what to do and loosened the reins a little bit but not much. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, not really understanding.
“That’s just background. So Chloe is very attractive. Wouldn’t you say?”
I stammered for a second before saying, “Yes… Yes she is.”
“What would you say her best feature is?” Carly asked, a playful twinkle in her eye. “Wait, Master. Before you answer, Chloe, stand up and do a little twirl, would you?”
Chloe stood up. She looked less nervous than I would have expected. She stood up, slowly turning as I gazed at her. She was wearing a tight, thin white t-shirt that was cutoff at the waist and showed off her toned waist. She wasn’t as thin and curvy as some of the girls I’d been with. She was more muscular and athletic looking. Slightly broader shoulders too. Her dirty blonde hair was back in a ponytail that hung halfway down her chest, drawing attention to the full breasts that were pressing against the shirt. But as she turned, I knew exactly what her best feature was. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts that showed off everything. Her ass was sheer perfection. The perfect bubble but without being too big. You could easily imagine gripping that ass hard and… well… you know.
I paused, trying to find a tactful and polite way to articulate my new found appreciation of my neighbor’s daughter’s perfect ass. “Chloe, you are a very beautiful young woman and there are a number of features of yours that I find pleasing. But if I had to pick one…” I paused, looking at Carly who nodded encouragingly, “I’d have to say your butt. I can’t imagine anybody looking at it and not being very appreciative.”
“See… I told you,” Carly said and Chloe smiled. I realized that I’d only seen her smile once or twice before. She really did have a lovely smile. “And she knows it too, Master. She’s always known she has a nice ass and she turns heads when she walks around. The boys were always trying to cop a feel or grind against her at dances.”
“I’m sure,” I said, still confused as to where this was going.
“So, as you can imagine, she kind of became obsessed with it. And then her Dad came out and she… well… she got it in her head that all guys like asses. It’s just whether they like men’s or women’s.”
I looked at Chloe and said, “I mean… I love a girl’s ass as much as the next guy but there’s a lot more to it than that, Chloe.”

“I know,” she said quietly. I turned back to Carly, unsure if I’d helped or hurt.
“So she’s been sort of obsessing and fantasizing and, well… you’d probably say fetishizing about it. But she was scared. And then she heard us the other night,” Carly said, trailing off meaningfully as she gestured up to the balcony. My memory cast back to when I’d made Lilith beg me to fuck her ass. “And that morning too,” Carly said, reminding me that Victoria had ALSO begged me to fuck her ass. “And ever since then, she hasn’t been scared… have you Chloe?”
“No, ma’am,” Chloe said. I was struck by how the girl could be a defiant bitch one moment and then a polite mouse the next.
“What did you say earlier to me,” Carly prodded, “How did you describe how you’ve been feeling?”
“Anxious,” she said, looking at me.
“And when you found out that Jay can fuck whomever he wants?”
“Eager,” she said. Now she was looking at me lustily like I was a piece of meat. “Please, Mr. Simpson. Will you show me what made those other girls beg? It sounded sooooo good. I can’t stop thinking about it. My little cunny gets all wet thinking about being empty while you slide into my tight little ass.”
She’d gone from 0 - 60 in nothing flat and my cock was mirroring that same trajectory. Her eyes traveled down and when she saw the bulge she smiled, knowing that she was on the road to getting what she wanted. “Go get the lube, Carly,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said and hopped up to get the requested lube.
I turned to Chloe and asked, “Are you sure you want this?”
She nodded with full conviction, “Oh yes,” she said.
Suddenly, the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” Carly said as she came back and grabbed the phone with one hand while tossing me the lube with the other. I leaned over, kissing Chloe. She seemed tentative at first but as our lips found each other, she got more into it.
“I want this. I really do. I can’t stop thinking about you bending me over and shoving your cock in my ass hard.”
I laughed, “Not at first. You have to get used to it.”
“Will you help me… get used to it?”
I nodded, kissing her again. I let my hands roam across her body as she explored mine. In the background I was dimly aware of my wife talking on the phone.
“For a visit? That would be great. Sure you can stay with us. Uhh… huh… Absolutely,” she said. By this time, Chloe and I had already helped each other out of our clothes and Chloe was straddling me while I grabbed her tits and continued kissing her.
“I don’t want you to fuck me. I’m a good girl. I want my husband to have my cunt. But God knows I need an ass fucking. So badly. I just… I just… I need to know,” she said breathlessly into my ear.
“That? Oh… Master is going to take the anal virginity of a new slut,” she said. “Yeah… It’s fucking hot as hell, I agree. Want to listen?” she asked before hitting the speaker button, “Hi Sherry. Say ‘hi’ to Master and his new conquest-to-be, Chloe.”
“Hi, Master. Hi Chloe. You’re about to have a once in a lifetime experience. I’m pretty jealous, Chloe.”
“How many girls HAVE you fucked?” Chloe asked.
“A lot!” Carly and Sherry said in unison before laughing. Carly added, “But it’s still not enough.”
I rolled my eyes at the girls’ antics before returning my gaze to the nervous blonde girl who was slowly grinding away on my lap. We locked eyes and she bit her lip. “How… Uhhmm.. How do you want me?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper full of lust and just a little bit of trepidation.
I glanced around, nodding over to the soft, brown loveseat across from us. “How about I bend you over the back of that and give you what you need?”
Chloe shuddered, sending a pleasant tremble from her hips to her tits, before nodding almost meekly. She slid off me, walking over to the love seat. My eyes were glued to her perfect ass as I studied my target. Chloe glanced back at me, causing my eyes to snap up and see her cute little smile. “What?” she asked flirtatiously, “See something you want?”
“Oh yeah,” I grinned back, grabbing the bottle of lube from beside me. Chloe raised her knees to the couch, sidling forward with a sexy little shimmy before leaning over the back. I walked up behind her, pouring a healthy dollop of the cool liquid into my hand.
“What’s he doing?” I heard Sherry ask with a hushed, reverent tone.
“He’s getting ready to lube her up,” Carly whispered back.
“He’s such a considerate Master,” Sherry said. I looked behind me and Carly was nodding her agreement while stroking herself slowly.
I approached Chloe and said, “Spread yourself for me.”
Again, Chloe shuddered but didn’t delay her silent compliance. She reached back with her manicured fingers and pulled her ass cheeks apart seductively. I started stroking my hard cock with my left hand, spreading the lube around while my right hand reached out to her ass, slowly worming my finger into her tight little hole. She gasped at the coolness of my liquid covered finger before sighing at the new invasion. I’m always a little worried the first time I do anal with a girl and while I’ve had some bad experiences, it’s rarely been with the girls who really wanted it like Chloe. Her response as I slid first one, and then a second finger in dissuaded me of any need to worry. She was definitely going to like this.
“Ohhh,” she moaned softly, “I can’t wait to be full of your cock, Jay.”
I chuckled as I positioned the head of my instrument right at the about-to-be-deflowered hole. “Just relax and it’ll be even better than you’ve imagined.” I pressed my cock slowly into her, letting the head pop past the tight opening. Her response was another moan. This one even throatier and hungrier. She hung her head down and pulled her hands away as I slid another couple inches into her. “Does that feel good?”
“Soooo full,” she said, as if she’d discovered a biblical revelation.
“I’ve almost got half in,” I told her, slowly feeding her another inch.
“Just half,” she said with a gasp. “It feels like a mother fucking foot.”
“Just wait till it’s fucking you,” I said, giving her ass a playful smack.
Chloe shrieked and bucked her hips back a little bit, inadvertently slamming another couple inches of my cock into that tight, hot hole. “Oh God… Fuck I needed this… it IS amazing,” she called out to the room in general.
“Told you, bitch,” Sherry said from the speaker phone causing all three of us to laugh. I pulled slowly back out and slid in again, letting her get used to the feeling.
Chloe looked over her shoulder at me but her eyes barely seemed to focus. Her face was a mask of pure concentration and she already had a little sweat coming down. “You okay?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded before hanging her head back down, “Go faster,” she said, “... and deeper.”
I smiled to myself, grabbing her hips and sliding into her more firmly. I went almost to the root before pulling back out and sliding in again, this time finally fully encasing my shaft into her ass. “It’s all the way in,” I told her and she groaned appreciatively. “You ready?” I asked.
“Oh yeah… Oh yeah… oh yeah,” she said, “So ready… fuck my ass. Please use my ass. Fuck it hard.”
I grinned again, digging my fingers into her hips and my thumbs into her ass cheeks. I briefly took note of the little dolphin tattoo on her shoulder blade. The little purple cartoon dolphin seemed to be watching me in a way that I found myself having to tune out to avoid distraction. I glanced down, watching as her ass clenched tightly around my cock. “You like it?” I asked.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“You want me to fuck you now?”
“God yes,” she said.
I started sliding in and out of her in increasingly quick thrusts. She was rocking back into me, meeting my thrusts with her ass, wordlessly urging me for more. As I picked up the pace, her moaning became more and more frantic. She pulled her right hand back and started playing with herself which just made her moaning even more erotic.
“Fuck her, Master!” Sherry urged me from the phone.
“Shhh…,” Carly admonished quickly, “Let, Master enjoy his new toy.” I shot a quick glance over at Carly and our eyes locked. She smiled and I watched as her fingers picked up the pace on her clit. There was an unspoken agreement between us. I knew she wasn’t going to cum. She wanted to keep herself on edge, hoping in equal measure that I’d let her cum and that I’d forbid it. The swell of her engorged breasts and stomach were on full display. She was practically glowing and watching her in such obvious voyeuristic pleasure made my cock twitch inside Chloe’s ass.
Chloe’s moan snapped me back to her. She squeezed me and increased the pace on herself. I could tell she wasn’t far from coming. “You want it in you or on you?” I asked.
“In me… In me… Finish in me,” she pleaded. I laughed but wasn’t going to argue. I increased my pace, trying to will my own orgasm to match up to hers. “Oh God… oh god… that’s it… that’s it… fuck that ass with your monster cock!” she wailed. I picked up my pace, feeling my balls begin to boil. She screamed a primal release and her ass gripped my cock. Her legs started twitching wildly as she chanted, “fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme,” over and over.
“Here it comes,” I said with my own roar as I started slamming in faster and faster. Her ass kept clenching around my cock, almost as if it was trying to milk every drop of cum out of me it could. When I came, I groaned, slamming out three more thrusts before collapsing onto her back and panting into her ear. She turned her head, kissing me gently on the lips as we lay there still joined.
“Thank you,” she said.
“No… thank you,” I said. “Was it what you wanted?”
“And more. So much more,” she said.
We lay like that for a minute, panting catching our breath. Carly took Sherry off speaker phone and wandered upstairs, hand still playing with herself as Carly narrated every detail of the encounter to Sherry. I helped Chloe up, giving her another kiss. “Thank you for letting me do that for you.”
“I hope it won’t be the only time,” she said coyly.
“As often as you want.”
“Mmmm… I think I’d like to be your little secret anal slut,” she smiled and kissed me again.
“Who knew you were such a naughty girl,” I said as we nuzzled together.
“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit of a bitch… it’s just… you know,” she said, blushing as she looked around for her discarded clothes.
“Leah?” She nodded, saying nothing. “Is it really that bad?” I prompted her.
“Yeah… kind of. I mean, she was like my kid sister growing up so… uhmm… it made her fucking us over even worse, you know?”
I nodded, still curious if I’d really been told everything. “Well… I hope we can figure out a way for you guys to get past it.”
“Because you want to fuck her more?”
I grimaced and looked at the blonde girl, seeing the hurt in her eyes, “No… because I don’t like when people I like fight and hurt each other. Okay?”
She nodded silently, unsure what to say or probably even think.
“Now, go home and get cleaned up. Enjoy your walk of secret shame,” I said with a wide grin. Chloe looked at me, unsure how to read my banter at first before breaking into a grin of her own when she realized I was simply flirting with her.
After she left, Carly came back downstairs, a coy smile the only thing she was wearing. “Did you enjoy your new playmate, Master?”
“I did,” I said, walking up to my wife and placing my hands protectively on her naked belly. “Not nearly as much as I enjoy my wife, however.” I kissed her gently and she giggled into my mouth. My hands roamed across her body, pulling her into mine. The baby kicked suddenly, surprising both of us and making us laugh. “I guess he wants some attention too,” I said.
“At some point, we should actually start talking about names,” Carly said, looking up at me.
I nodded, suddenly feeling that weight of reality weighing down on my shoulders. “Let’s go for a walk, my love.”
“Alone, Master?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
I nodded and she gripped my hand tightly in appreciation. While everything about our life was pretty bizarre, the most frustrating thing for me was the amount of time that it took away from Carly. I had been true to her several months ago when we started talking about getting married. If she’d wanted me all to herself, I would happily have done it. I didn’t need this crazy lifestyle. Now though… Well I knew I couldn’t leave behind Kyrsten or Louise. And my feelings for Victoria were… well… let’s just call them conflicted. But that left me trying to balance 3-4 women that I had genuine feelings for and Carly was still pushing me towards others. If not for the communication that Carly and I had between us, I think it would have been a recipe for disaster.
“Did you want to talk to me about something, Master?” Carly said, studying me. I’d been silent as I’d pondered the situation, allowing my mind to drift aimlessly through my thoughts. I gestured for her to follow me outside and she took my hand gently. We traversed the rough pool deck, quickly walked down the short boardwalk to our beach where the white sand shifted pleasantly under my feet. I always loved the beach. The sun. The warmth. Something about it just made me feel alive and happy. Carly stood patiently as I wandered around in my own head, reliving childhood trips to the beach with my family. I looked out across the beach and suddenly thought of my future family. Carly. Kyrsten. Our child… No… our children. The main constraints for having lots of kids are time and money. Money we had. And Carly’s desire to have me fall in love with multiple women bought us time as well. More people to help around the house. More hands to change dirty diapers and wake up in the middle of the night.
I smiled as I imagined ten or 15 kids playing on the beach. The teenagers playing volleyball while the younger kids splashed around in the ocean or snorkeled in the deeper water around the reefs. “I think I’m all in, babe,” I heard myself say.
“What do you mean?” I turned to her as she tucked her hair behind her ear, glancing up at me with those dark brown eyes.
“I want what you want. Lots of lovers. Lots of kids.”
The twinkle in her eye was unmistakable. “Really?” she said in an almost desperate gasp.
I nodded, “It’ll be weird and wonderful and wild. And you, me, Kyrsten, Louise, Victoria and whomever else we want will live it together. Agreed?”
She nodded enthusiastically before kissing me firmly on my mouth, “I love you, Jay Simpson. You are the best man I’ve ever known and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have fallen in love with someone who gets me so perfectly.”
I smiled and whispered, “I’m going to knock up your sister someday.”
Carly’s eyes went wide and she leaned against me, “Truly?”
“Yup,” I said, kissing her hair.
“Are you TRYING to get me to jump your bones right now, Master?”
“I’d never complain if you jumped my bones,” I said. Carly’s response was to murmur something unintelligible into my shoulder as she nuzzled against me. I saw movement over Carly’s shoulder and looked up. Leah was walking down the beach. Her dark brown hair was whipping in the wind across her face as she wrestled to keep it at bay. She was wearing a tiny bikini top that cupped her small round breasts and a pair of cutoff shorts. It was impossible not to stare at her small waist as she walked casually in the sand. She was holding a pair of woven platform heels in her hand as she’d obviously removed the impractical shoes once she hit the beach.
“She’s very cute, Master. I’d love to watch you fuck her,” Carly whispered.
“I bet you would,” I said, kissing her gently on the forehead, “But not today.”
“Whatever you want, Master.”
“The mantra of your life?” I asked with a crooked smirk.
“Of course. Jay Simpson is my husband and master and deserves everything his heart, mind and cock desire,” she reached down and rubbed me as she whispered the words to me. I could tell she was trying to get me worked up. It was starting to work.
Leah got closer and waved at us with a friendly, energetic motion. I gestured for her to come closer and she started jogging. A not unpleasant phenomenon. “Hi, Simpsons,” she said as she approached.
“Hello, Leah,” we said in unison. “Jinx,” I quipped to Carly who replied with a childish tongue and wrinkle of her nose. “Out for a little walk?”
“Yeah. I was bored, decided to walk down the beach and see if anything interesting was happening.”
“Not much. Chloe was just over,” I said, testing the waters.
Leah looked at me for a moment, revealing a worried look that flashed across her face for just a split second before she got it back under control. “How is she?”
“She’s not your biggest fan,” I said simply. “You didn’t tell me the whole truth, did you?”
Leah looked at me, now scared again. She nervously brushed her hair back as she watched my face. “It’s… it’s hard. And it’s hard because she hates me for it all. And I hate myself for it but she was my friend and… and…”
“You should have told me,” I said. “You left me with the impression that it was just random people. Stupid high school girl shit. You ruined relationships Leah.”
“I didn’t… I mean it wasn’t… it wasn’t my fault,” she said with a sob.
“How was it not your fault?” I asked, “Did you know that her cousin was getting married?”
“Yes, but…”
“And did you know that her dad was dating that guy?”
“Of course, but…”
“Then you could see why Chloe sees you as a homewrecker, right?”
“I know… I know… I hate myself. Nobody hates what happened more than I do…” she said, lapsing into silence. The ocean wind whipped around us for several seconds as she looked off into the distance. “You’re right. I’m a homewrecker. I tried to do it to you too. I’m so sorry, Carly.”
Carly took my arm and looked at the young girl who suddenly looked vulnerable, “It’s alright. You can’t wreck our home by offering sex,” she said with a small laugh. “But is that really how you see yourself?”
“Of course. It’s what I am, apparently, right? Just some trashy, slutty whore who likes breaking up families. That’s what Chloe says, right?”
“Is there more to it?” I asked.
“Yes!” she practically screamed. Her tiny fists were balled up angrily, “I didn’t set out to do any of it.”
“Really?” I asked, skeptically.
“Really… Her cousin was getting married. He told me his fiancee had given him a pass for the night. One last chance to sow his oats, you know. He asked me to be his stripper for the night and one thing led to another. I didn’t know the creep was lying to me.”
“Chloe walked in on you AFTER the wedding though,” Carly said.

Leah looked down, face full of embarrassment. “He told me… he told me his wife was into it. That she liked the pictures of me stripping the night before and he wanted me to be her wedding gift.”

Carly and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, “And you believed him? You didn’t check with her first?”
Leah shook her head and sniffed, “I know it was dumb… I’m sorry. But the fiancee forgave me. We’re actually friends now. If she can understand, why can’t Chloe?”
“And what about her Dad’s boyfriend?” I asked pointedly.
“She told you about that?”
I nodded, “Was that a mistake too?” I asked.
“We… we’d had a sermon that day from my dad. It was about homosexuality and how it was a sin but there were lots of sins and we shouldn’t judge people by them. We should still love them and know that if they opened their hearts to God, he would help them.”
I nodded, waiting for her to finish. So far it just sounded to me like Leah had decided to do “God’s work” in some twisted way. Didn’t sound like she was trusting in the Lord to me.
“We went home and Chloe and her Dad went shopping. I was going to leave but… but I felt like I should apologize to his boyfriend. I… I hadn’t been very friendly to him when he arrived. I was jealous because he and Chloe seemed to hit it off. And I was mad because he was gay and I thought… well… I’m not as understanding as my dad. But the sermon really opened my eyes and made me see him differently. So I apologized…” she said, reliving the memory in her mind. She looked away again, continuing without looking at Carly and I. “He accepted my apology and then asked me to pray for him. He said the sermon had bothered him too. I didn’t know what to do but we sat down and I took his hand and I prayed. After I said, ‘amen’, he kissed me. It was dumb, I know. But the first thing through my mind was that it had worked. That God had answered our prayers. But I knew it wasn’t right to be kissing him like that and that he should talk to Chloe’s dad first. I told him that.”
“So they didn’t catch you having sex?”
“He told me that they’d just broken up in the car and that was why he took Chloe shopping. To tell her. He said he’d had a change of heart. That he had his heart opened by God to these other possibilities and now he wanted to know if he’d really been changed. He seemed so excited,” she said, trailing off. She sniffed again, “We started fooling around and he got me turned on. He had me blow him and then… he… he uhmm… he sodomized me.”
“He raped you?”
“No… no, he just… he told me that what he liked best was anal sex and that… maybe… maybe he’d never given it enough chance with a girl, you know. I don’t know… I know it’s dumb and I was dumb and… but it felt… genuine at the time....”
“So that’s when they came back?”
She nodded, tears coming down her face, “That’s when she really started hating me.”
“And what about with me? You definitely were the one coming on to me, remember.”
“I know. I told you… I really am awful. After that day with Chloe’s dad, I started just thinking of myself as a homewrecker. I thought maybe that was my kink… you know. Like maybe i got off on the idea of making a man cheat on his girlfriend or wife or even boyfriend.”
“It’s not?”
“NO!” she shouted again and I took a small step back at her sudden ferocity. “No… it’s not… but I was still thinking of myself that way. I think… I just… you know… I like sex. I know that’s wrong too. That I’m supposed to wait and all this stuff. But I want it. I think about it all the time. And you’re so hot and you seemed open to it. And then you told me about your whole situation and I thought you had to be lying to me. But that just convinced me it was okay anyways, you know?”
“Wait… because I might have been lying about Carly and I it made it okay to fool around with me?”
“Yes… well no… I know that now… but at the time you had me so turned on that I was thinking if you were this big an asshole you’d cheat on Carly regardless so I might as well be the one. That’s all I’m really good for, apparently,” she said, now sobbing.
Carly moved in before I did and hugged her. “You’re better than that Leah,” she said in a soft whisper that was almost taken away on the gulf breeze before I could hear it. “But you’ve got to make better decisions, okay?”
Leah nodded, sniffling again.
“Master… I think she needs to air this out with her friend, don’t you?”
I nodded, “Maybe we should host a dinner party? Have everyone over. Chloe needs to understand all of this as well. If Chloe is blaming the wrong person it’ll tear her up when she finds out the truth. Or she’ll just be carrying this hatred unnecessarily forever.”
Leah nodded, “You think she’ll listen to me?”
“Not without some encouragement,” I said, thinking back to twenty minutes ago when I’d been railing her ass on the couch. “I think I can come up with some kind of inducement.”
Carly elbowed me and Leah looked between the two of us in confusion. “Ask your family to come. We’ll ask Chloe and her dad, okay? Speaking of her dad, how does he feel about everything?”
“He’s fine. He was the first one I apologized too. He was mad at his boyfriend not at me,” she said meekly.
I nodded, “Good…”
“Thank you for listening to me. Carly, I’m truly sorry for trying to tempt Jay to sleep with me.”
“It’s okay,” Carly said.
“No… I mean… I know it was okay with you but it wasn’t okay in my heart and I promise I’ll be better in the future.”
“Or maybe just try to control when you’re naughty,” I said with a flirty smile.
She nodded and finally smiled back, “I will Mr. Simpson. Thank you.”
She scampered off, presenting both Carly and I an opportunity to watch her tight little ass as it trailed off down the beach. “She’s quite cute. You going to let me watch you fuck her, Master?”
“Sure,” I said.

“Before or after you knock up my sister?”
“Much before. I’m still making your sister finish her degree.”
“She really doesn’t want to, you know. She’s pretty hung up on the idea of being a cum slut full time.”
I frowned, “That’s not what I want.”
“You should tell her that. She’ll listen to you, you know.”
“I’ll call her,” I said.
“Tell her in person, she’ll be here in two days?”
“What?” I asked, turning to Carly who smiled at me like a cat caught with a canary. “You sneaky little bitch,” I said with a laugh.
“Sorry, Master. Maybe you’ll need to give me a spanking,” she said, rocking back and forth.
“No… you’ll like that too much… it’s hardly a punishment. What I SHOULD do is… hrmm… I have an idea.. Come with me,” I said and grabbed her hand. I practically pulled her down the beach, already picturing her imminent punishment. It was a long time coming and it was definitely going to be enjoyable… for me.