My Best Friend My Nemesis Pt 07

Svetlana opened the door before I could say anything, and Sara and Stacey walked in. Svetlana closed the bathroom door, and the three platinum blondes stood before me, with amusement in their eyes. They looked almost identical, apart from Stacey's additional height, and Sara's "E" cup boobs. They each wore a key to my cock-cage around their necks. Stacey had hers wedged between her tits, prominently displayed to invite questions from men. I now understood why Stacey had pointed in my direction several times earlier in the evening.

Stacey spoke first, to no-one in particular.

"How long has it been since Chris' last orgasm?" she asked dispassionately.

"Well," Svetlana said, relishing the opportunity to embarrass me, "I did drain his nuts with a prostate massager a few weeks ago, if that counts. I mean completely drained, he didn't leak any pre-cum for a few days, and this guy is a prolific leaker," she continued, giving away far too much information.

Sara laughed at this revelation, and Stacey continued her line of questioning.

"No, I mean proper orgasm. From fucking, or blowjobs."

Sara and Svetlana both giggled at this.

"Adrian cut him off from all sexual activity with Sara, a long time ago," Svetlana began. "His last several orgasms have been inside his pocket pussy."

Stacey acted with mock surprise, although I was sure that they had brought her up to speed.

"Doesn't anybody know when the last time this poor guy got his rocks off?" Stacey said, in frustration.

"I have been managing his sexual sobriety," Svetlana said proudly. "I think it has been almost five months, since he last fucked his pocket pussy."

Stacey laughed out loud at that news, and exclaimed, "Oh shit, he is not going to last two minutes, when I release him from his cage!"

"He never lasts more than a couple of minutes anyway," Sara interjected, to the girls' amusement. "Fucking two-pump chump."

I tried to defend myself, responding, "most men don't last that long, Sara. Not everyone has Adrian's stamina. That guy is a freak."

"You are right about that, Chris," Sara said with a giggle. "Adrian has incredible stamina, a remarkably short refractory period, and amazing length and girth. He reaches places within me that you have never been, physically and mentally."

"Ouch," Stacey said laughing. "Don't hold back Sara."

I shuffled around uncomfortably, as the girls mocked my manhood. I really needed to take a piss, and was crossing my legs trying to hold it. Sara noticed, and spoke up.

"Svetlana, show Stacey how to unlock his cock-cage, so that he can pee."

Svetlana still had that fucking key on a short chain, and had to kneel with her face right next to my cock, to insert it into the cock-cage lock.

"He loves the close contact, so I keep my key-chain extra short," she informed Stacey. "He can normally pee with the cage on, although he has to sit down like a bitch. However, he chafed himself quite badly with his perpetual erections, and needed some soft lining to protect his cock from the cage. That is why he is wrapped in my panties, and can't pee without assistance," she added.

As Svetlana unlocked the cage, Stacey shared our history with her panties, to a round of laughs from the girls. The actual story was that Stacey had been staying with us, because her house was being tented for termites. She had a habit of leaving her clothes all over the place, and one day she left a pair of her panties on the bathroom countertop. I had jerked off into the liner of her panties.

Stacey, of course, embellished the whole event.

"Chris rooted through my suitcase, when I stayed at Sara's house for a few nights. He found a pair of my soiled panties, and stole them. I caught him red-handed, jerking off into my dirty panties," she said derisively. "He is a total pussy, and a panty thief."

The words "panty thief" set Svetlana off, and she shared the whole sordid tale of how I got in the cock-cage to begin with. After the girls finished laughing, Sara shared how she used the anal egg, to make me blow my load into her silk babydoll.

"The same lingerie that I wore to give Adrian my first ever rimjob," she admitted.

I was totally red-faced with shame, as the laughter reverberated around the bathroom. The cock-cage was removed, and Svetlana took the panties that were wrapped around my cock. They were soaked with pre-cum, and Svetlana took great pleasure in showing Sara and Stacey how horny I was. After they examined the stained panties, Svetlana motioned for me to pee.

She turned off the magic egg that was humming away inside my anal passage, apparently understanding that it would be more difficult for me to pee, with that continuous vibrating sensation. I stepped forward, a little conscious of the fact that three beautiful platinum blondes were going to witness me emptying my bladder.

Svetlana increased my embarrassment when she said, "Sit on the toilet, like a bitch."

I sat on the toilet seat and started to urinate.

"Adrian's favorite sound," Sara said with a giggle, as my piss hit the water. "Adrian pissed on me last night," Sara continued. "He made dress up in my High School cheerleader uniform, crawl under his Sukebe chair, and wait for him while he drank seven beers. At least Adrian only urinates on me on special occasions. Poor Svetlana has to endure a golden shower every Wednesday at noon."

Svetlana looked embarrassed now, and hung her head. I felt sorry for her, and realized that I still had strong feelings for her.

"Has Adrian ever pissed on you Stacey?" Sara asked.

"You know the answer to that," Stacey responded, "it's his thing. Adrian pissed on me on our first date. He didn't even really ask me for permission," she said quietly, as if she just understood the magnitude of that vile act.

I was dumbfounded that these three stunning blondes, had all been pissed on by this dominant black asshole, and how they seemed to accept it as part of dating him. I had to know.

"How does a man piss on you without even asking, Stacey?" I asked.

Stacey didn't want to talk about it, but Sara interjected.

"Chris and you are going to be a couple for the next twelve months, Stacey. He has the right to know if Adrian still has access to you, and under what terms."

Sara's involvement pissed Stacey off, and so she decided to tell Sara the whole story, as she knew Sara would not approve.

Stacey had a bitchy smile on her face as she began her story.

"Adrian stopped by my place the first night that we met. He paid for my taxi home from the piano bar, and I slipped him my number. I knew he would call me, they all do," she said smiling at Sara.

"Adrian called me well after midnight, and he proposed meeting somewhere for a night cap. I knew sex was on his mind, so I gave him my address. Adrian showed up in a limousine, and was very direct. He told me that he had already come three times that evening. He said he would give me five hundred dollars in cash, if I could get him off one last time."

Sara flashed Stacey a dirty look, as she realized that this story matched Sergei's account of the event, far more closely than Adrian's.

Stacey continued cheerfully, aware of the effect she was having on Sara.

"I needed the cash," she admitted. "so I was equally as direct in my response. I asked Adrian what he wanted for his five hundred dollars. When he responded that he wanted a rimjob, I told him that rimjobs were my specialty. How do you want it, I asked. Me on my knees? Bending over a table? Lying on your back? Then I told him not to be shy, which, in retrospect, was probably not the wisest thing to say to a dominant man like Adrian."

We were all enraptured by her story for different reasons. I was getting a hard-on, imagining the liberties Adrian took with women he had just met. Svetlana seemed to find solace in the fact that Adrian had peed on all of them. However, it was pissing Sara off, and Stacey loved it. Stacey continued with her story.

"Adrian told me that shyness was not his issue. Then he told me to get changed into something slutty, and I came back wearing a micro mini skirt and a bikini top, with some high heels. Adrian sent me out to the limo, dressed like a bimbo, to get his Sukebe chair from Sergei, while he showered."

Sara flashed me a sideways glance. I realized that Stacey's story matched up to Sergei's recollection of that night, but differed significantly from Adrian's version, in which Stacey had asked him to pay her car payment. Either way, Adrian was exerting immediate control, which Stacey responded to favorably.

"I rimmed Adrian for forty minutes," Stacey continued, "He was whimpering on the Sukebe chair, under my tender touch. We both knew I was going to get him off. Finally, he let out a loud cry of pleasure, and he had his fourth orgasm of the night."

Stacey lowered her head slightly out of shame, as she continued with her story.

"Adrian sat in the chair relaxing, and I asked him jokingly if he was going to take a dump on me?" she said quietly.

"He responded, just a piss tonight Stacey, which I totally thought was a joke. I giggled nervously, and asked Adrian if he was done. Adrian responded, that he would let me know when the fuck he was done. So, I remained under the Sukebe chair, and continued to lick Adrian's ass and taint, as his cock softened. Shortly after our brief exchange, Adrian did take a lengthy piss on me."

"Lying asshole," Sara said under her breath, as she realized that Adrian had distorted the truth about his sexual encounter with Stacey.

"Adrian sat in the Sukebe chair, and emptied his bladder," Stacey continued. "His piss flowed down over the Sukebe chair, and ended up all over my breasts, neck and face. I was glad that I was wearing a bikini. I would have been angry if I had put on a nice cocktail dress to entertain Adrian, and he had urinated all over me."

"They dry-clean fine," Svetlana said.

"Excuse me Svetlana, what did you say?" Stacey asked Svetlana.

Svetlana repeated, "Nice clothes dry-clean just fine, if they have been pissed on. Adrian makes me dress up in a couture dress every week, and takes a piss on me. Even the lace dresses dry-clean just fine," she said, to my astonishment.

Sara turned bitchy now, as she realized that Stacey had been fucking Adrian, since the night they met.

"Adrian has a lot of ex-girlfriends," Sara said, "but I am the one he is marrying."

"Sara, I am still fucking him regularly," Stacey responded cruelly, "even though you guys are getting married soon. In fact, he paid my rent this month! I may decide to keep fucking Adrian, after you guys get married. He won't be able to say no to me. Men never can."

Sara called bullshit, and the girls had a bitchy exchange. Svetlana said that we should get back to Adrian, before he wondered where we were.

"Stacey, you are a bitch," Sara said angrily. "I am going to check on Adrian. I will be back shortly with some ice, so that we can put Chris back in his cock-cage."

After Sara left the bathroom, Stacey said, "What is her fucking problem? She must have known I was fucking Adrian."

"Not exactly, Stacey," I said, trying to keep the peace. "Sara asked Adrian directly about his sexual relationship with you. Adrian assured Sara that you had given him one rimjob, in exchange for him paying your car payment."

"That is ridiculous," Stacey said. "We have been fucking for several weeks, rimjobs, facials, anal, whatever he is in the mood for! And he pays much more than my car payments."

Svetlana seemed intrigued about Stacey's mercenary approach to sex.

"How do you transition from acknowledging a man's interest in you, to asking him for payment?" she asked.

"The first step is to establish the man's ability to pay," Stacey said. "If you are a young girl, out with a wealthy man, they know the deal. All sex between older wealthy men and young women is transactional. Even though you don't explicitly ask Adrian for money, he has provided you with a brand new car, a beautiful house in which to live, and a fantastic haute couture wardrobe, which you are free to take and sell at any time. All this, in exchange for unrestricted access to your three orifices, and in your case, a once a week golden shower."

"Let me rephrase the question," Svetlana said, clearly admiring the older blonde. "How do you turn the transaction from sex for gifts, to sex for cold hard cash?"

"If a wealthy guy desires you enough, he will, at some point, offer you cash," Stacey said. "Chris watched me blow a multi-millionaire tonight," she continued, catching me completely off guard. "Did I ask for cash, Chris?"

Stacey caught me completely by surprise with her revelation that she knew I had watched her suck Jason Ortiz off. I stammered and tried to form my words, but the humiliation overwhelmed me.

"You followed me up to the upper deck of the parking structure, baby," she said seductively. "Why?"

"Uh, I didn't follow you Stacey, I followed Jason," I admitted with considerable embarrassment.

"Why?" Stacey repeated. "Were you going to tell him to fuck off? Tell him that I am your bitch now? That you own me for the next twelve months?"

"I wouldn't be that presumptuous, Stacey," I said respectfully.

"That is half your problem, Chris," she said sweetly. "Adrian bought me for you. I am your very own fucktoy to do with as you wish. I promised Adrian I would have no hard limits with you. You own me and you should be telling other men that. Instead, you knelt on the stairs watching like a cuckold, as Jason Ortiz blew his load into my mouth. He gave me sixteen hundred dollars to suck his cock, and you allowed it to happen. Not just allowed it, you fucking watched it! Why?"

"He's just a pussy, Stacey," Svetlana said. "He has allowed Adrian to take terrible liberties with his wife over the last few months. Adrian has taken Sara in every conceivable way, urinated on her, given her as a gift to several different men for various purposes, even had her ass and lower back tattooed. Chrissy even watched as Adrian fucked me, while Sara had her tongue in his black ass."

Stacey let out a chuckle at this story and asked me, in a much softer tone, why I followed them up to the top level of the parking structure.

I confessed to Stacey that I had been extremely turned on watching her dry-hump several men into arousal. I couldn't quite believe the effect she was having on the room, and when she finally selected her mark, I wanted to know what kind of guy she normally went for.

Stacey seemed to accept my answer as a sincere form of flattery, and moved slowly over to me.

"When Adrian gifts me to you later on this evening, I am yours to do with as you please," she said, as she looked me directly in the eye. "I hope you take exactly what you want from me. I will be available to you twenty-four hours a day. Adrian has compensated me very well to be your little fucktoy, and I guarantee you won't have any complaints."

Stacey had such a detached, clinical, mercenary approach towards sex. I could see why she would agree to be my sugar baby, for the right price. I looked at Stacey and Svetlana, and I made two decisions. Firstly, I decided I wanted Svetlana as my live-in girlfriend for the next twelve months, instead of Stacey.

Stacey was way hotter, and witnessing her get inside Jason Ortiz's head tonight, was a turn on, but Stacey was just too much of a cold-hearted bitch. Also, as I could witness first-hand the bad blood between Sara and Stacey, I thought it would be better for my long term prospects with Sara, to stay the hell away from Stacey.

Secondly, I decided to resist Stacey's advances, no matter what form they took. I knew this was going to be very difficult. Jason Ortiz was not an undersexed man, by any stretch of the imagination, and Stacey had reduced him to a quivering schoolboy, with her words. I would have to fend her off, or lose Sara forever.

Adrian's plan was falling into place now, and I could see exactly what he was up to. He had increased my sexual desire, by denying me any release for months, and having the girls tease me mercilessly.

He had created animosity between Stacey and Sara, by continuing to fuck Stacey, even as his marriage to Sara approached. His plan was to have me fuck Stacey, which would drive a wedge between Sara and I. I knew Adrian didn't have the capacity to be faithful, and hoped that eventually Sara would leave him, and return to me. That had less chance of happening, if I was coupled with her nemesis, Stacey.