Carly's WMAF Fantasy Pt. 22

The astute reader of last chapter will realize that I screwed up the copy and paste and gave you half of a partially finished Chapter 22. You're welcome for the sneak preview. Anyways... that's why the first half of this chapter will feel familiar. I didn't change all that much so if you want to simply skip to the end of the date, feel free. Otherwise, enjoy the slow simmer between Jay and Louise.

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To say I rushed out after work would be an understatement. I practically sprinted out of the building and grabbed the first cab that vaguely looked at me. A generous tip and a hair raising ride through rush hour later I was standing at the door to the girl's room, grinning ear to ear. I knocked on the door and a soft, "Come in," came from the room.

I opened the door and saw Starla and Sherry sitting at the kitchen counter, deep in discussion. Sherry looked up at me and her beautiful smile spread across her face.

"Hello, Master," she said to me in a sultry tone.

"Slut," Starla said but without any venom. Sherry simply stuck her tongue out at her roommate before returning her attention to me.

"Hideo said you had a little talk with him today. He tried to lay down the law to me. It was so cute."

"Well I know you have certain needs," I said as I tried to subtly look into the bedroom for Louise.

"Master, I will fuck whoever you tell me to. But what I need is a big thick white cock and a dominant white owner," she was watching me, no smile, no emotion. Simply trying to judge my reaction.

I stopped looking around and focused on the short, Asian sexpot in front of me. "Don't worry, Sherry. I am never going to give you away. I've been clear from the moment this started that if Hideo was able to TAKE you away, I wouldn't stop it. But if he's not..." I paused meaningfully before walking up to her. I could see her breath quicken and her chest heave. The anticipation of what I was going to do or say, "Then Carly won't be the only pregnant chink carrying a superior white baby."

Her eyes fluttered and she moaned softly, "Thank you, Master."

"Now... I want you to do me a favor tonight. To show me how truly submissive you are to me and not Hideo."

"Yes, Master?"

"Go over to his place and make him eat you to as many orgasms as you can take."

"But... but... I'll be all bitchy like you hate?" she said, confused.

"Exactly... take him out to dinner and show him how you are after you've been sated. Explain it all to him. Tell him everything. Tell him how being denied by my big white cock makes you feel. Tell him how he's only good for giving you orgasms so you can go back to being denied by a real man."

Sherry's eyes were wide and she nodded in understanding. "Yes, Master." She hopped off her chair and ran into the bedroom.

"You really have all of them wrapped around your finger, don't you?" Starla said.

I looked at the busty girl. The girl that had begged Kyrsten to get me to force myself on her. In many ways, Starla was my kinkiest slut... though maybe Maureen was close... or Sherry... or... okay... well, they were all pretty kinky. "I think it would be more accurate to say I have all of you wrapped around my cock."

She "harumphed" but didn't say anything, simply folded her arms across her chest and looked at me.

"Be honest, for once, Starla. You're wet right now thinking of being fucked and Sherry finding out your perverted little fetish, aren't you?"

Her mouth hung open and she tried to shake her head side to side, "No," she whispered defensively. "I... I... I don't want that..."

"Then what do you want, Starla? Do you want to be my girlfriend? Is that what you imagine? Do you want to be girl number 4 in my life?"

She thought about it for a moment before looking at me, "Actually... no... I like you and all. But you're not really my type."

I was a little taken aback, "Not your type? Seriously?"

"I kind of like the quiet nerdy types," she said with a wistful smile.

The irony of that statement wasn't lost on me. In high school, that would have described me pretty well. I'd done a lot over the years to grow beyond that aspect of myself and the situation with Carly and all the other women had really brought me to another level of confidence. But eight years ago I would have been exactly what she described. Of course, eight years ago I wouldn't have had the confidence to take her and make her mine even through her mock protests. And that gave me the realization about why she was so frustrated, "You're looking for a unicorn, aren't you Starla?"

"What do you mean?"

"You want a quiet, nerdy, introspective kind of guy. But you also want a guy who will take you and claim you and use you." I was trying to be matter of fact. I didn't want to fuck her right then. Half of my mind was still on Louise, after all.

"No... well... yeah... I guess. That's pretty much it."

"Tell you what, until you find your unicorn, you have fun dating all the guys you want and I'll just keep taking anything and everything I want from you whenever I feel like it." I smiled at her, trying for all the world to look cocky.

She looked at me and the smoldering look was back. She leaned forward, letting her t-shirt fall open and revealing her beautiful, naked breasts. "I think that would be a terrible idea. All those poor boys would be positively green with envy," she said, emphasizing our safeword, green.

"I'm sure," I said. I reached forward and grabbed her hard nipples through the t-shirt, twisting them roughly and leaving the shirt stretched out. Starla yelped but I kept doing it, pinching harder and twisting further until I heard the bedroom door open. I quickly released her nipples and she sat back down, practically panting. Sherry barely noticed either of us, however. She was applying her makeup and talking to Hideo on the phone, telling him that she'd be over in just a few minutes.

I said my goodbyes to the girls and walked out, still unaware where Louise was. I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.

Me: Hey! Where are you?
Louise: Carly took me shopping and is going to help me get ready. I'm at your place.
Me:??
Louise: Come on over, stud ;)

I started to run downstairs but was suddenly stopped by a beautiful woman who was watching me with all the intensity of one of my girls and none of the lust. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry... I need..."

"Yeah... I know all about it. Off to another girl?"

I was a little taken aback. "Yes... I'm sorry... who are you?" I looked her up and down, it was the same Arabic girl I'd noticed a couple of times before. Her light caramel skin was smooth and her face was absolutely stunning. Any other day and I'd have been very interested in pursuing her. Just not today.

"I'm the RA for this floor."

"Oh... hi. I'm Jay. It's nice to meet you," I said extending my hand. She simply looked at it and shrugged.

"I'm not here to introduce myself. Look, I've been watching you..."

"Really?" I said, intrigued despite my rush.

"Not like that, dick. I've seen what's been going on with Sherry. You need to cool it."

"We aren't hurting anybody," I said defensively.

"Not right now... maybe. I'll be talking to Sherry and she may need to see a school psychologist."

"What? Why?"

"She walked naked through the dorm after getting a whole bunch of fucked up tattoos."

I sighed. When she put it like that it didn't sound so good. "Look... it's complicated and personal."

"Personal but between you, her and a bunch of other girls?"

"Yes. Exactly. Look, I'm really in a rush, Sherry's headed out tonight but I'm sure she'll talk to you. In fact, I'll text her and tell her it's okay. But don't jump to conclusions, please. Keep an open mind and actually listen to her. Okay?"

"I don't owe you shit, asshole?" she said.

"I know. But you do owe Sherry at least the benefit of the doubt. And for my part, we'll keep the wild stuff behind closed door, okay?"

"Fine. But we're not done here, okay?"

"I'll be around. Now, can I please go. I really am in a hurry."

She waved me on and I finished my rush downstairs and back to my apartment. 15 minute later I was opening the door, having fumbled and dropped the keys twice in my rush.

"Carly? Louise?" I called opening the door.

"Master, what took you so long?" Carly said, coming up to me and giving me a sweet welcome home kiss. She was wearing a short, thin t-shirt that barely covered her body.

I laughed and hugged her, "I got a little excited by Louise's text and went straight to her dorm after work."

"Pretty eager, aren't you Master?"

"I guess I am... uhmm... is she here?"

"Yes. She wanted my help in getting ready for tonight," Carly said. Something about the way she said it made it sound much less casual than that.

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Louise walked out completely nude. I'd seen little bits of her in her teasing over the last month but this was the first time seeing her completely and totally naked. Her dark, chestnut hair hung across her shoulders, covering one of her small breasts but leaving the other completely exposed. I could see the rock hard nipple poking out, practically begging for attention. Her body was shiny, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower and her legs and pussy were perfectly smooth. "Carly has already shaved me and rubbed some nice lotion onto my skin so it's as soft and smooth as possible for you, Mr. S."

I swallowed hard as I stared at her and Carly gave me a peck on the cheek before whispering, "I love you. You're welcome." She walked over to Louise and said, "Now we just need to find you the perfect outfit for him."

"Yes," Louise said as she turned away and headed for the bedroom. "Find me something that will make him more turned on than he's ever been before, will you? Something appropriate for his new white goddess."

"Of course," Carly said simply. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled with mischievous lust. I almost felt like I was along for the ride as I followed the perfect naked ass into my room. I dimly made a note of the cute little dimples in the small of her back and the nice tiny waist that would be perfect for holding onto. But those were simply background thoughts as I marveled at how effortlessly she'd slipped into the kink that Carly and I shared.

Louise stood in front of the full length mirror in our room, looking at herself. "She did a very good job getting me smooth, didn't she Mr. S?"

"Very good," I said, somehow finding my voice.

"But now she needs to make me look perfect. Show our Master what you bought me today, Carly."

Carly happily walked over and picked up two bags and then carefully laying out the various articles of clothing on the bed. It was a lot.

"I know Master wants you to wear stockings and a choker. I think these will be perfect," she said as she held up a leather collar and some fishnet stockings.

I felt my cock twitch but Louise had other ideas, "No... Those will be good for another night. A night only about fucking. But not tonight, I don't think. I'm a virgin, after all, you know. Not some pathetic trashy whore... at least not yet," she said winking at me. "I think those would look better on you. You can wear them while you edge yourself and wait for him."

Carly nodded, "Then I think these might be best," she said, this time holding up a pair of white silk stockings that looked particularly expensive. They were accompanied by a lace garter belt.

Louise nodded and Carly rushed to fit it around Louise's slim waist. Then she held the stockings so that Louise could step into them as she rolled them up and clipped them in place. It was a very erotic, almost ritualistic set of actions and I wondered if they'd rehearsed this. While she was stepping into the stockings, she reached down and held up two other chokers. One was a soft, fragile looking white lace choker while the other was a black velvet ribbon with a small pearl dangling down. "Which do you like, Mr. S?"

"I think the white one would be best for you... at least tonight."

"Mmmm... you want to be reminded how virginal and innocent I am?"

"Something like that," I said with a smile. She tossed the other on the bed and slipped the chosen necklace on, watching me as she did it.

"Now... Carly offered to buy me some underwear but I didn't think that would be appropriate. So the only thing left is to choose a dress. Carly, show Mr. S the two dresses you bought me. I picked one of them and she picked the other. Don't tell him which..." she said in warning as Carly grabbed two articles of clothing from the bed. "If he picks mine, you don't get his cock for a week. If he picks yours, you get to drink his cum from me tonight," she said and Carly nodded.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. S. You get whatever you want. Those are just suggestions," Louise said with all the mock sincerity she could muster. She grinned at me and winked bawdily.

I looked at the two dresses. One was a long, light blue dress with slits halfway up the thigh on either side and a sleeveless halter top with a large cutout that would amply show off my date's cleavage.

The other was a short red mini-dress, barely long enough to cover the stocking tops. There was a slit up one side that went all the way to the hip. It also had a loose, plunging top that would drop to the woman's belly button. I knew which one each of the girls had chosen. I knew that the more reserved, elegant one was the one that Louise had chosen. I knew that Carly would have chosen the other one. Heck, she had a dress very similar to it that she knew was my favorite.

"Louise," I said to the short, nearly naked woman. "I think that the white, innocent stockings will contrast very nicely with a particularly sexy dress. So I think the red one is what I'd like."

Louise looked a little surprised but then smiled. Carly practically jumped for joy, clapping her hands girlishly. "I hope you're just as happy when you're licking his cum from my freshly fucked cunt."

Carly gave me a huge kiss and then stared into my eyes when she said, "I'm happy to take Master's cum from any source. Any hole. Whatever he wants."

I kissed her back, our tongue's dancing together briefly before I disentangled. "Carly, you need to help my date with her shoes too," I said.

"Yes, Master," she whispered as she knelt down at Louise's feet.

"The black strappy ones," I said before either woman could ask. Truthfully, all three pairs of shoes the girls picked out were incredibly sexy. I was tempted to have Louise wear the thigh high boots that they'd found but they weren't super practical and it was a pretty warm night. The pair I chose were four or five inches high and I was sure they would look very sexy on her.

Louise watched me as she stepped into each shoe, allowing Carly to guide her foot sensually into place. Again there was that almost ritualistic pattern. Carly slowly slid Louise's foot into the shoe then snugly secured it with the thin straps before buckling the delicate latch into place and then repeating with the other foot. When the shoe was secured, Louise abruptly stepped forward and gave me a massive kiss, ignoring Carly.

"Now... I'm going to take your fiance out on a wonderful date, tease him until he's rock hard then come back here and fuck him right in front of you, slut. By the end of the night, he'll know which type of pussy he likes best." Louise said the words to Carly in a matter of fact way but that didn't stop Carly from being obviously aroused. "And what are you going to do while you wait for us?"

"I'm going to dress like a cheap, chink bitch and edge myself until I can't think anymore." Carly's smile was so broad you almost wouldn't believe the words coming from her mouth.

"Good girl," I said to Carly before giving her a little peck on her forehead and a pat on the ass. I grabbed Louise's hand and led her out, leaving Carly behind to do exactly as she promised. I had no doubt that we'd return home to find her a deliriously happy puddle of goo waiting for the final show.

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Louise and I made out in the elevator... and the cab... and the waiting area at the restaurant. We got a lot of looks but neither one of us particularly cared. When we were finally seated, it was almost disappointing to have to keep ourselves at bay for the next half an hour.

As we waited for our appetizers, we made small talk, trying to pass the time.

"Okay... here's something I've got to know. How many people am I sleeping with?" she asked me all of a sudden. The question took me aback.

"Uhmm... none?"

"No... I mean... like they say that you're sleeping with all the people your SO is sleeping with... so if I jump into bed with you..."

"If?" I asked playfully, running my finger across her hand and eliciting a lovely giggle.

"Okay... when I sleep with you, stud... when," she said with some emphasis, "How many people?"

"Uhmm... Let's see... Carly and Sherry you already know about. Ditto Maureen that I haven't technically slept with..."

"Oh you will... she was fucking hot," Louise said with a smile.

"Probably," I said trying to play it cool, "But there's also Kyrsten and Rebeccah back in Orlando. And Alex and Natalie in Boston."

"Who are Alex and Natalie?"

"Carly's old roommates," I told her, "Kyrsten you met when she came to visit. The girl with the curly red hair," I said making vague gestures with my hand.

"Oh I remember. The girl with the sick curves. I was a little intimidated that day."

"Why?"

"Well, you were already fucking Sherry. And Starla has big ol titties too... and then you trot in this redheaded, booblicious sexpot. I mean... I started to wonder."

"I'm sorry," I told her, not realizing that she might have thought I had a 'type'.

"It was fine. I asked Sherry and she showed me a picture of Carly... that encouraged me a lot," she said with a laugh. Carly's not small chested by any means. A solid B Cup and slightly bigger than Louise. But I could see how it dissuaded her that I was some kind of tittie chaser. "Who's Rebeccah?"

"Uhmm.. well... the girl I went down to Orlando to try to hookup with, Jennifer?" I said. She nodded, remembering the story. "Her little sister was friends with Sherry in school and she and I hooked up."

"Damn stud... nailing all your high school friends' sisters, huh?"

"Just the two so far," I said with a smile.

"Okay, so that's what," she looked at her fingers that she'd been tracking with, "seven, right?"

I nodded, "Victoria and Daphne at work... oh... and Dave's wife Madison."

"Ten... Double digits in a couple months. Pretty impressive, Mr. S," she said as she cheekily bit her tongue between her teeth and smiled.

"I had a one night fling with Jackie... Carly's college... uhmm... girlfriend sort of?"

"Girlfriend 'sort of'?... there's a story there but I'll get her to tell me, I guess," Louise said, letting me off the hook for that one. "Is that all?

"Uh.. well... I'm not THAT far removed from Sasha, my ex. But I got tested after that given how it ended and I'm not sleeping with her again. Oh... and I kind of slept with Mrs. Young," I said slightly sheepishly.

"No shit... really? Do they know?"

"Carly was there. She kind of encouraged it."

"Wow!" Louise said, lost for words for once.

"But Sherry doesn't know so don't tell her."

"I can keep a secret... okay... so that's twelve, right?"

"One more... but I don't think I can tell you about her."

"Wait... why not? Why all the secrecy now? You just told me you slept with your fiance's mother for crying out loud" She looked at me, watching my face for a reaction. I knew I was toast. I realized my mistake too late and she'd figure it out any second. There was no reason to keep anyone secret except...

"Starla? No way. When?"