As I rolled over I opened one eye to look at my alarm clock. I still had to go get my bike as it was still locked to the phone pole by the church. I wasn't looking forward to the long walk but I didn't have any choice.
It was still early and I wanted to go see Trista so I pulled myself up into a sitting position. My thoughts immediately took me to what happened last night with Brad's mother. I got up and stripped off my underwear and tee shirt and walked across the hall naked to take a shower. I adjusted the temperature and stepped under the pulsating stream of warm water.
I found myself thinking about Stephani and how I fucked her twice last night. I now had her and I knew that she was my money machine along with being one of my whores. Money however was my main purpose for her. As I lathered up I couldn't help but to get an erection as I continued to replay last night's events in my mind. Her pussy was so soft yet so tight as I fucked her on the hood of her own car. I resisted the temptation to reach down and yank one off because I wanted to save myself for the main event tonight at Club Cuffs.
I finished showering and toweled off. I brushed my teeth and finished with all of the other tedious morning rituals before walking back to my room naked. I reached down and picked up the pants that I wore last night. I felt the bulge in the pocket and reached in and pulled out Brad's mother's panties. I unfurled the soft cotton material and could still feel the wet spot in the crotch. I raised Stephani's damp panties to my nose and inhaled. Instantly my cock sprang to attention as her pheromones filled my nose.
I walked over to my closet and opened the door. I unburied the box that contained the other panties that I had collected. I lifted the top and immediately smelled an odor of raw sex. I placed Brad's mother's panties on top of Mandi's thong and replaced the top. I buried the box back in my closet before closing the door.
I went over to my computer and sat down. I left my computer on all night so all I had to do was log on. I quickly logged on and called up the site that housed my e mail account. I clicked on the inbox icon and realized that I had two messages.
I decided that I wanted to read the message from Mrs. Graph first. I clicked on her message and began to read.
"Dear Master, hello. I cannot get you out of my mind. All I can think about is you Master. The bond that is developing between us is growing incredibly strong. I find myself longing for you day and night. The bond between us as Master and Slave is stronger than the bond of matrimony that I share with my husband. I need you Master! I need to meet you face to face and soon. I honored your request and refused to surrender your sacred tomb to my husband. I will save my body for you Master and only you unless you tell me otherwise. Please Master, I need to meet you and serve you!" Signed, your loving Slave.
I smiled as I knew that Mrs. Graph was evolving into a well disciplined slave. She was showing all of the signs of not only wanting to serve me but needing to serve me. I quickly clicked on Stephani's message and began to read.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU MOTHER FUCKER! How could you? Why would you? What happened to you Justin? I practically raised you and you return the favor by this. I hate you! I want to kill you Justin. I want to call the police and have you arrested for raping me last night. But...I won't...I can't. As much as I want to ruin you, I can't because you hold the trump card. You caught me and you made me pay for my sin. No matter what I do you have the advantage over me. Therefor I must do as you say. Please Justin, I am begging you to stop this. Please don't ruin my life. Please don't tell my family. I promise I will do exactly as you say. I am truly sorry Justin." Signed, Stephani.
I grinned as I read her message. She was infuriated that I exploited her like that last night. She was probably even more upset that her son's best friend fucked the living shit out of her on the hood of her own car. She did however acknowledge the fact that I was the one in control and that I was the one calling the shots. As I sat there thinking I honestly felt like she was also going to evolve into another slave.
I clicked on the reply icon and thought for a moment. I searched my mind for something to write when all of a sudden I thought of what I wanted to say.
"Dear Stephani, hello. I'm a bastard? I'm a mother fucker? How could I? Why would I? Because I can and I will. You knew the risks when you began fucking around on your family. I was the one who caught you and I will be the one to make you pay. The way I see it Steph, you have no choice but to do as I say. You beg me to stop this. Do you honestly believe that I will stop? This is just the beginning Stephani. From now on you will address me as 'Master.' Failure to do so will result in discipline like you never experienced before. You will also refuse to satisfy your husbands sexual needs. You will save your sacred body for me and only me. You will not even touch yourself. Do you understand Stephani?" Signed, Master.
I clicked on the send button and sent the message before signing off. I went to my bed and sat down as I put my shoes on. I went down to the kitchen and opted to skip breakfast as I was going to go to the coffee shop after I got my bike. I locked the door and proceeded to walk through the garage. I really didn't want to walk all the way to the Valley Christian Academy but I had no choice.
As I walked down the street I couldn't help but to think about what happened last night. Fucking Brad's mom has been a fantasy of mine my whole life. I couldn't believe how incredibly tight and wet her pussy was. Even though I'm eighteen and she's forty one, we seemed to melt together during our moments of passion.
As I turned the first corner I continued to think about Stephani. It was getting a little difficult to walk as my member continued to swell and throb in my pants. The vivid image of Stephani sucking that strange guy's cock through the hole in the wall while I fucked her was incredible. I knew one thing for sure, I was going to have to definitely get some more of that.
As I walked down the sidewalk I saw my old next door neighbor as he was standing in his front yard with the hose and watering his lawn.
"Hi Justin," Ben said as he waved with his free hand..
"Hi Mr. Swanson," I said as I waved and continued walking.
I really didn't want to stop to talk so I kept my head down and continued walking. I turned down the next street and continued on my way. I began to think about Mrs. Graph and how happy I was with her progression. She understood not only my needs but her needs as well.
As I walked along, a cool breeze blew across me. The weather was much cooler today than it had been in recent days. For once I wasn't sweating as I walked briskly.
I turned down the next street and I could see the front of the church a couple blocks away. I could even see my bike as it was right where I left it, chained to the phone pole. I just wanted to get on my bike as fast as I could and leave without getting spotted by Trista's mother or father.
Finally I made it all the way to my bike. I quickly scanned my surroundings to make sure that Trista's dad wasn't anywhere in sight. I bent down to unlock the chain that secured my bike to the pole when all of a sudden I heard a woman's voice directly behind me.
"Hello Justin," the female voice said softly.
I spun around as I was startled. Just a moment ago there was nobody in sight. I tried to think as quickly as possible as I finally spoke.
"Hello Mrs. Kennedy," I said as I looked into the eyes of Trista's mom.
"I was wondering who this bike belonged too," she said as she straightened her overly large dress.
"I left it here yesterday and I want to go see Trista so I need my bike," I said as I pulled the chain from between the spokes and wrapped it around the post under the seat.
"So your going to go see Trista now?" she asked as she stood right next to me.
"Yeah," I said as I finished wrapping the chain under my seat.
"I don't know if Trista will have the guts to ask you so I better ask while your here," she said as she bent down to pick up a small piece of trash that blew down the sidewalk.
"Ask me what?" I said as I lifted my leg over my bike and sat down on the seat.
"Trista is supposed to invite you over for dinner tonight," Mrs. Kennedy said over the sound of a loud truck passing by.
"Will you join us?" she asked as she smiled at me.
I thought for a moment as I pondered how I could make Trista's dad miserable. I knew he didn't like me and I wanted to get under his skin even more just because he is an idiot.
"Sure, I will join you for dinner," I said as I smiled back at her.
"Is six thirty OK?" Trista's mother asked as I pushed off and slowly pedaled away.
"Six thirty is fine, I'll see you then," I said as I looked back and waved as I rode away.
