Note: This chapter is part of a longer story that is primarily involving cuckqueen and interracial themes. The main girlfriend, Carly, is Asian and both her and her sister (Sherry who features in this installment) enjoy the occasional racial epithet which is why there's a couple here. If it's not your thing, please gloss over it. Given the subject material in the story, I felt like noncon/dubcon was the appropriate place for it rather than interracial (though it will be back to that category soon). Also, as if it needs saying, all rape play should be conducted with a partner that you have a good relationship with and that you fully understand the boundaries.
For the readers who have been reading this for the interracial aspect, it's pretty light in this installment (partly because of the temporary category move and partly because it worked out that way) but we'll be back to the core WMAF story soon so bear with me.
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I woke up refreshed and ready Monday morning. Kyrsten was a breath of fresh air in the condo that, despite all the recent action, hadn't seen much in the way of sleepovers of the fairer sex. She was every bit the morning person, waking up for a jog then waking me up with a blow job. That first day back after a weekend can be hard but not that Monday. We ate breakfast in a hurry and rushed out to our respective work obligations. Maureen was in the hallway when I left. Again, I couldn't help but picture the young mother kneeling at my feet. That became a recurring theme of the day. Every hot woman I ran into, I kept picturing what it would be like to seduce them. To bed them. To dominate them. How would I do it? Would Carly or Kyrsten help? Would Carly or Kyrsten join? That was the day that I realized I couldn't go back to "normal" sex. I thought back to the time with Sasha, the girl I'd dated before Carly. It had been sex-by-numbers. Rote love making without variety. But more importantly, it had lacked the intimate connection that Carly and I had. That Kyrsten and I had. There was something primal about what I felt between them and I couldn't shake it. And I could feel it now bubbling to overflowing now that Carly had pulled the stopper off.
I imagined my secretary, Victoria, servicing me at the office. Her long brown hair dangling down over my cock as she sucked me deep. I pictured Daphne, the hot little blonde underling of Dave, working under ME instead. The hispanic bike courier, Tabitha, that brought the packages I pictured taking my package instead. I imagined her long strong legs wrapped around me as we fucked an athletic fuck.
"What the hell has Carly done to me?" I said to myself at one point alone in my office. My cock was straining hard from Daphne's last visit. The blonde was wearing a white dress that hugged every curve. It wasn't quite "too" sexy for work but it was really close. Combined with her high heels and long legs she was really turning heads today. There were still rumors about her and Hideo floating around the office, though. Dave had asked me if he should say something but as long as it wasn't affecting their performance, I told him he was better off staying out of it. Besides, "We don't exactly discourage dating within the company, you know." I had told him, reminding him that the partners had married associates before. Sometimes multiple associates.
Daphne came back to my office later and leaned over my desk, intentionally showing me her perfectly formed cleavage, as I signed the expense forms for their last trip. "Why is their only one hotel room on here?"
"Oh... Hideo and I shared a room. You know. Save money for the client?" she said flashing me a smile.
I don't know what made me say it. A new sense of boldness. Bad judgement? Good judgement? Whatever it was, I said, "Do you have this same thrifty attitude with all of your co-workers?" I watched her face for a reaction. She looked a little shocked at first and floundered for words.
"Well... I... Uhmm... "
"Or do we need to disclose a relationship to HR?" I said finishing. I liked seeing her a little off-balance.
She smiled warmly at me then turned to Hideo. Daphne was about an inch taller than the small Asian man but towered over him in her heels. "Are we ready for that, Hideo? Are we in a relationship?"
Hideo spoke for the first time, "I don't know. I guess if you want to be."
"May we think about it Mr. Simpson? We aren't really there yet we're more in a..." she trailed off, searching for a tactful way to say 'Fuck Buddies' to her boss's boss.
"A 'sharing rooms' kind of stage?" I asked knowingly.
"Yeah... something like that," she beamed before grabbing the signed forms and heading out. She grabbed Hideo's hand and left my office. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the sight of her ass swaying through the hall as she walked away.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Kyrsten came back to the apartment at 7 and we went out for drinks (for her) and dancing (for her but for my benefit) and a quick fuck in a bathroom (for both of us) before returning home for a very athletic, loud session that ended with me pounding her mouth deep and hard while she was pinned against the wall before covering her perfect tits with my cum and making her sleep like that covered in my essence.
Tuesday was much the same. Except that day my thoughts were stuck on my secretary Victoria. The long brown hair was up in a pony tail and the elegant choker she was wearing really caught my attention. I kept imagining her under my desk while I worked on documents. Sucking me until I had to fuck her mouth like I'd done to Kyrsten the night before. I realized she'd always called me "Mr. S" but now thanks to the flirtations of Louise, that moniker had become every bit as sexualized in my brain as when Carly called me, "Master".. Again, Kyrsten benefited from my frustrating day of fantasizing, this time by being fucked up against the window where any number of people could have seen her soft tits smashed against the glass and the look of unabashed ecstasy that covered her face as I plowed her ass from behind.
In bed, I teased her about the date the next night and about all the women I was eyeing. Telling her how I wanted her to be a good little helper and how I'd reward her if she got me laid. By the time I was done, we were fucking again while she screamed perverted obscenities.
"Make sure my slut neighbor hears, bitch!" I snarled as I fucked her from behind.
"Oh God!" she screamed, "Fuck your big cock is perfect, Master. FUck!"
I smacked her ass several times, leaving it slightly red and hot to the touch. "Do better, slut!"
"Fuck me... fuck... I need your fucking massive cock. Own me, Master. Fucking use me. Destroy my little cunt. Ruin me. You can fuck whoever you want, Master. Anyone. Anywhere. I'll help. Just don't stop fucking me!" she screamed again as she came hard, her cunt clenching my cock tightly causing me to fill her up again.
"Good girl," I said as we collapsed next to each other, trying to catch our breath.
"Thank you, Master," she said resting her head on my shoulder, "Are you going to fuck these other girls?"
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"Of course, Master. Of course it matters. If you want any of them, you should fuck them. You should be happy. You deserve happiness, Master."
"So do you, sweetie," I said and kissed her on the forehead. I think she still thought of herself as someone who didn't deserve that but she smiled and snuggled closer nonetheless.
The next day, I hung back a little after she left for work. I laid out the outfit I wanted her to wear on my date with Starla that night. The outfit was something I'd bought for her on my way home Monday and I knew she'd look absolutely perfect in it. It was a thin, loose fabric that would hang down to her knees. The outfit wasn't tight but the way it would lay on her would still leave little to the imagination. I set out the garter belt, stockings, shoes and necklace I wanted her to wear as well and left a short note: "Wear this. Be ready by 6" and then headed out.
The girls at work didn't distract me on Wednesday. I was too caught up in all of the perverted images I was having about Starla and Kyrsten. By the end of the day, I felt like my cock was ready to burst but I left the office on time and rushed home to pick up Kyrsten. I wasn't disappointed. She had followed the instructions perfectly and looked like a perfect sex goddess. She'd put on just the right amount of makeup as well. I scooped her into my arms and gave her a long, lingering kiss. The stickiness of her red lipstick against my lips felt nice as our tongues danced needfully between us. I checked my watch, no time for a quickie which made me very sad given how unbelievably gorgeous she looked. Fortunately there was a cab ride to enjoy each other in. We both got pretty worked up on the ride over to NYU and Kyrsten's cunt was absolutely drenched by the time we arrived. "Be good, slut," I told her with a smile that she warmly returned.
Walking into Sherry's dorm, I felt like a mild celebrity. I'd been over here enough and been showing off Sherry enough that a lot of people recognized me. Combine that with the absolutely stunning redhead on my arm today and it should be no surprise we drew a lot of eyes. I whispered to Kyrsten, "There's a lot of young kids in here lusting after you."
She leaned in and whispered back, "There's a lot of slutty coeds ready to fuck you," before giving my ear a little teasing lick. Her words sent shivers up my spine and I glanced around, noting with increased lust how many of the female eyes were for me. It's amazing what a bit of confidence can do for you.
