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.

We got to Sherry's room and I knocked. Louise quickly answered the door wearing a bra and skin tight bike shorts, "Heya, Mr. S!" She hopped out and gave me a quick hug before showing me inside. "You brought a date to your date?" she said playfully. I truly could not get a read on this girl. She was just short of manic. Always peppy. Flirty almost to the point of sluttiness. And yet...

"This is Kyrsten, my girlfriend," I said, shaking my head and trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Your OTHER girlfriend, you mean," Sherry said from across the room. She was lounging in a white t-shirt and, by the look of it, nothing else. Her hard nipples poked through the shirt lewdly as she sat there.

Kyrsten took a step forward and extended her hand, "Oh my God, Sherry. It's been so long since I've seen you. How are you?"

"Fine," Sherry said noncommittally. She seemed pissed for some reason.

"Sherry, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, staring daggers at Kyrsten. Kyrsten looked to me for support and I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Nothing... what?" I said trying to let a little edge into my voice.

"Whatever," she said dismissively. I couldn't believe how much of a spoiled brat she was being.

I looked between Louise and Kyrsten who seemed equally confused, "Are we done, Sherry? If you want to stop the game, all you had to do was ask."

Despite her anger and annoyance, she shook her head, "No, Master. I'm sorry, Master." Her voice was distant and she refused to make eye contact as she continued staring out the window.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"Nothing, Master." Her voice remained clipped and emotionless but I could see the wetness in her eyes.

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Then why are you acting all bitchy?"

"I don't like sharing," she said quietly before adding, "Master" as a still reluctant after thought.

I opened my mouth to say something but Kyrsten's voice beat me to it from behind me, "If you can't share him you don't deserve him, bitch!"

"Kyrsten!" I barked and held my hand up behind me. To her credit, she didn't say another word.

I focused on Sherry, "You knew the deal when we started. Hell, you knew about Kyrsten and you watched me fuck Madison. Why are you being all pissy all of a sudden?"

She finally looked at me and said in a rapid torrent, "Because you're not sharing with me or Carly tonight. You're taking this backstabbin, white trash bitch with you... " I almost slapped her. I wanted to. I could even feel my arm twitch and my hand flinch. After what Kyrsten had told me the night before about her life and what she'd gone through, hearing Sherry talk about her like that just pushed me over the edge.

"Shut up, slut!" I shouted instead. "Say one more bad thing about a woman I care about and we're done. Understand? Finished."

She nodded and took a deep breath, composing herself, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry, Kyrsten," she added, still looking angry but also a little embarrassed. "I thought you were in love with Carly. And I thought I was special because I'm Carly's sister...and... and... because I'm Asian," she started sobbing. "But apparently you just want to fuck slutty girls."

"Sherry... I don't understand. You're special because YOU are special. But not everything in my life revolves around you two. I love Carly. But Carly wants... no Carly NEEDS me to have other women. She is the one that even pushed me into falling in love with other women. It's what she wants. She's at her apartment right now edging herself thinking about tonight." I knew that last was true because I'd given her instructions and she was texting me progress reports every 15 minutes.

Sherry nodded, "I know, Master. It's just... well... neither of them are Asian."

"Fucking what?" I asked, my voice betraying my utter confusion.

I heard Kyrsten and Louise laugh to each other at my predicament. Sherry simply continued, "I thought your white cock lusted after tight Asian pussy and we'd shown you how good it was, Master." Sherry's voice had softened and her words carried an unmistakably lusty tone.

"Oh you dumb little cunt," I said condescendingly, "All I've learned from you and your chink sister is that Asian sluts were bred to serve white men. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy other women. Just that I know you'll be pathetically waiting at home for me ready to be a dumb little trophy cunt whenever I want."

Sherry stared at me in awe and nodded, "Yes, Master. You're right, Master. I'm sorry, Master." She blabbered. Contrition and obedience written all over her face.

I turned around and realized that Starla had joined us. I wasn't sure how much of the conversation she'd heard. But before I could fully process that question, I was stunned into silence by her outfit. Starla had the biggest tits of anyone I'd seen and she wasn't hiding them tonight. She was wearing a low cut black tank top with a necklace that plunged straight into her cleavage drawing the eye there even more than it normally would be. The shirt showed off her soft, smooth stomach before giving way to the denim skirt she was wearing. The strappy, black heels she had completed the ensemble perfectly. I knew she was pretty but tonight she looked stunning. As she walked over to me, I actually had to look upward as her shoes made her slightly taller than me. "You ready for our date?"

"Of course I am. Kyrsten is joining us. She was in town this week and I thought you could learn more about my lifestyle with her here."

"So this is a double date?" she asked with a crooked grin.

I laughed, "Sort of, I guess."

"Well I've already seen how you handle dissent in the ranks," she paused meaningfully and looked over at Sherry who appeared embarrassed about her little outburst. "I'm curious how you handle a more amicable situation."

"Jay is at his best with... amicable situations," Kyrsten said as she squeezed my hand and pressed her own ample tits up against me. I squeezed back as a silent thank you. Kyrsten was determined to show that she could be the dutiful girlfriend and wingwoman that I wanted and I appreciated the effort.

As we headed for the door, I turned back to Sherry, "Sherry, I want you to think about what might happen tonight and what you really want, okay?" I told her and she nodded. I rubbed my hand up and down Kyrsten's back, cupping her ass possessively as I continued, "Do you have any homework tonight?"

She shook her head and I saw a little smile creep across her face.

"Do you want to prove to me that you can be useful and obedient rather than taxing and petty?"

This time her nod was emphatic.

"Good girl. I want you to edge for the rest of the night until you pass out from exhaustion."

"Yes, Master."

"And I want you to ruin at least... what's fair for that little outburst earlier. 5 orgasms seems about right?"

She gasped, "Master?"

"I want you to make yourself cum but the instant you do, you are to instead whip your clit with a leather belt. Don't you think that's an appropriate punishment, Kyrsten?" I said, turning to my redheaded girlfriend.

"For a dumb... chink... who disobeyed, Master? I feel like 10 is the minimum," she said smiling. I think it was the first time she'd said that and, like me, she probably had her own reservations about the racial epithet. Regardless, however, Sherry didn't mind. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"Yes, Master," she said submissively.

"Thank your Mistress as well, cunt," I told her with an evil grin across my face. I watched Sherry's hips buck involuntarily on the couch. The little slut was nearly overcome with lust.

"Thank you... m... Mistress," she said.

"Louise, here's my number. If you don't mind, would you take a picture of the little whore after each orgasm and send them to me. If it's not too much trouble?"

"Sure thing, Mr. S. I'll make sure she's honest about her punishment," the flirty little coed responded coyly.

I turned back to my dates and led Starla out, placing my hand possessively at the small of her back and enjoying the first skin-to-skin contact I'd had with her. She jumped a little at the intimate touch but relaxed into it, allowing me to guide the two gorgeous women out of the dorm. All eyes were on us and Starla's nervousness was noticeable but so was her arousal.

The trip to dinner was filled with nervousness and sexual tension. I kept one of my hands high on Kyrsten's thigh but otherwise focused my attention on Starla and attempting to engage her in discussions about... well, anything.

"You seem very nervous?" I said at one point, a little frustrated by the non-committal, single word answers I'd been getting.

"I am," she said.

"Why?"

"Well... I'm on a date with a guy that already has two girlfriends and one of them is even with us."

Kyrsten spoke up, "Don't worry about me. I'm here to give Jay moral support and to give you perspective."

"Well, that's what I mean. This is really weird, okay?"

"Is the situation bothering you? Or the fact that you are here even though you knew the situation?" I asked.

"What do you mean," she said but her expression told me she knew exactly what I was asking.

Nevertheless, I rephrased myself, "Are you more nervous because of the date or because of what it says about you?"

"The date, obviously. It's weird," she said but she subtly bit her lip as she looked out the window and I knew that she was fighting with herself about her own thoughts and reactions.

Just as we arrived, my phone buzzed and I had a message from Louise:

Louise: She already got one done, Mr. S!

She attached a selfie of herself holding a sharpie. Behind her Sherry was spread out on the recliner, legs dangling over the sides and cunt gaping lewdly. On her thighs, Louise appeared to have scrawled the words, "Useless," and pointed an arrow to her cunt. Needless to say, my cock stirred.

We walked into the little Italian restaurant and were seated relatively quickly. "What can I order, Master?" Kyrsten asked as she looked over the menu.

"Anything you want, sweetie," I told her.

"Even the market price lobster?" she said pointing at the menu.
I rolled my eyes, "Two scariest words at a restaurant. Market Price. Anything that's NOT market price. How's that?"

"I guess it'll have to do," she said in a sort of sing-song voice shaking her shoulders back and forth causing me to stare at her wonderfully bouncy tits for a moment.

I turned back to Starla and smiled. She was looking at her menu and I studied her while she was distracted. She was a gorgeous, athletic girl. Powerful, muscular legs and broad shoulders gave her a strong, thick look. But she was really toned as well with smooth skin and that hint of muscle underneath. I was already thinking about the vigorous, athletic fuckings she'd be able to deliver. After we ordered, we resumed our conversation.

"So why are you like this? With all these women?"

I blinked at that and gave it some thought. "I'm not really. Or, I wasn't. Not until Carly. She put all these ideas in my head. The racial stuff, the multiple girlfriends thing."

"Cuckqueening," Starla said, "It's the inverted form of cuckolding. You have a girlfriend or wife but you sleep with other people."

"I didn't know that. But I think it's more than that. I think it's legitimately polyamory as well. Carly wants me to fall in love with other women. Not just have sex with them."

"Interesting. And how do you feel about that?"

"Conflicted. Worried," I said. I found myself wanting to open up about all this stuff. The only person who really knew me intimately was Carly and she wasn't exactly an objective soundboard.

"Why? Seems like an ideal guy's life to me," she said. Her tone was dispassionate and neutral, betraying nothing of her own feelings on the subject. I felt like I was the subject on a couch, being analyzed and prodded for response.

"It is... I mean mostly it is. But it's really important to me that the women I'm with enjoy it and are fulfilled. I worry about doing actual damage to people with this lifestyle," I told her as I squeezed Kyrsten's leg. She put her hand on mine softly. Her fingers stroked across my wrist in reassurance.

"I think that's good of you. It says something about you."

"What? That I'm not an abusive, racist misogynist, I just play one in the bedroom?"

"Something like that. It's the difference between knowing that some women share Carly and Sherry's kink," she said, her voice low as she looked around a bit, "Versus thinking that all Asian women are like that."

I couldn't help but glance down her shirt as she leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. Her breasts, while massive, were also full and firm. She noticed my eyes wandering and sat back up, blushing red from embarrassment. "Sorry... " she mumbled.

"You shouldn't apologize. Why are women always apologizing for stuff like that? First, I liked it. I liked it very, very much," I said with a wink, "But second, you're not responsible for where my eyes go. And you wouldn't have worn that shirt if you weren't hoping I'd look at least a little." I stared at her, trying to judge the reaction.

She sat frozen for a moment before breaking into a bit of a smile. "Maybe a little," she allowed quietly.

"Honey, there's nothing little about those," Kyrsten said and all three of us laughed.

Starla asked, "So what about the whole 'dominance' thing. Is that from Carly too?"

Now it was my turn to look a tad embarrassed, "Uhmm... no... that's always been there for me. I mean almost always at least."

"Really?" Starla said, This time she leaned forward subconsciously and twirled her hair, letting a hint of curiosity into her otherwise passive voice. "So that's just... like... how you are?"

I nodded, "Mostly. I've had girlfriends that liked vanilla. Hell, my last girlfriend was pretty vanilla. But it's not what gets my motor revving and it's not what I'd want in a vacuum."

"So that's really interesting to me," Starla said and I could almost hear her voice flip back to a more academic tone, "that you have different interests that arouse different levels of... desire?" she said looking for the right word and I nodded, "But that you can find new areas that are intriguing as well?"

"Well... I mean... everyone's capable of change. Though in this case, Carly's kink played into mine pretty directly."

"How so?"

"Well... I like girls who are submissive right? Not passive. Submissive. There's a big difference," Starla nodded and I could feel Kyrsten squirming beside me. "And Carly has this belief. Or... really this kink that says that Asian women are born submissives. Bred that way for men like me."

"White men?" Starla asked.

"Yeah. There's a lot of cultural baggage to get there but that's the gist of it. So you can see the relation."

Starla nodded, thinking, "There's different types of BDSM relationships right?"

I nodded, "It's pretty all-encompassing. The letters don't even fully line up. Bondage/Discipline, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism. One of the myths is that it's all leather, whips and chains." I smiled at her as she watched me.

"It's not?" she asked. I don't think she realized the way she bit her lip when I talked but I definitely did.

"No, it's not even within my relationships, I'd say Kyrsten is much more into just vanilla Domination and Submission. Carly is a little more towards the S&M side of things and Sherry is very much into B&D. But it crosses over a lot. People get off on different aspects of things."

"How so?" Starla asked with completely rapt attention now.

"You know when Jay took control back there with Sherry?" Kyrsten said, stepping in to offer her perspective. Starla just nodded. "It was pretty hot right? Seeing him be stern and in control?" Again, Starla nodded though I'm not sure she realized it. "I was already turned on watching him handle her. If he'd done something like slap her... I'd have gushed."

"Oh, my! Really?" was all Starla could manage.

Kyrsten just nodded, "Yeah. Definitely. Something about having a man slap me really, really turns me on. But it's really hard to find someone who only smacks you around for the right reasons." I squeezed her hand as she continued, "I trust Jay only to do it when it will get me hot. I can't imagine him doing it in actual anger. I think tonight was about as close as it gets and it probably was because... " she trailed off, realizing what she was about to say, "Well... probably because of my past."

"I can see that," Starla said without pressing further, her voice instead trailing off as she watched us. I gave Kyrsten a quick kiss before turning my attention back to my prey. For that's exactly what she was, I'd realized. She was my prey.

"So what do you like, Starla?"

"Wha... what... do you mean?" she asked tentatively. She was bailed out by our food arriving at that moment. It looked delicious and we began eating right away. I hadn't realized how hungry I was and had to force myself to eat slower than I would have otherwise. I'm not normally one to savor a meal but this was delicious and I enjoyed watching the two beautiful ladies revel in the fine dining.

I gave Starla a couple minutes before asking again, "Kyrsten and I have shared with you our buttons to push. What are your buttons?"

"I think I'd rather not say," she said, looking between Kyrsten and I.

"Because you don't want to tell me?" I asked.

She looked around again, biting her lip before screwing up the courage to say, "Because it would ruin it."

"I don't understand," I said, confusion written on my face for sure.

"It's just that... uhmm... I...," she stammered, searching for words.

Kyrsten spoke up, "Would you feel comfortable telling me, honey?" Her voice was filled with sincere reassurance.

Starla looked at her. Her grey eyes were wide and hopeful, "Well... I mean... It's not about being comfortable but... yeah... uhmm... yeah... ok," Kyrsten stood up and led my, I was sure soon to be, fucktoy into the bathroom. They were in there for a bit, probably waiting for some privacy. I checked my phone, finding two more pictures from Louise who continued to adorn Sherry's body with demeaning words. When I looked up another woman left the bathroom and a couple minutes later, my two women walked out. Starla was blushing furiously. Kyrsten had a serious look on her face. She nodded to me and I stood up to follow her. We went to the front door, but then she pulled me outside where we could have more complete privacy.

"What the hell? What's with all the secrecy?" I said somewhat exasperated. But also really intrigued.

"Okay, first... I want to say, it's a really, really common fantasy. Don't judge her, okay?"

I stared at Kyrsten for a moment in disbelief, "Kyrsten, I have two girlfriends, one of whom wants me to be a racist playboy. I'm also fucking my coworker's wife and my girlfriend's little sister. I'm in NO position to judge."

Kyrsten took a breath, "I know... but this one might give you some pause."

"Seriously... what the fuck is it?"

"She likes being raped."

I was silent. I had to mentally process what she'd just said a couple times. "Like... I mean... what?" I stuttered out.

"And not just like... she wants to try it because it's a fantasy. But more, she needs it on a regular basis."

"You're kidding me. Kyrsten, I don't know... "

"I know. And I told her. And she understands. She said if you want to leave you can. She won't judge or anything. She knows how messed up it is."

Weird as it was, I had flashbacks to the girl from reddit that had started my whole Asian fetish. She'd also been into really, really rough stuff. Like wanting to be actually beaten kind of violence. It was a dark side that I'd very reluctantly explored in text before deciding even that was too much. Now someone was asking me to go there in person and I wasn't sure if I could.

"I need to talk to her... "

"No!" Kyrsten said and grabbed my arm. "I mean..." she lowered her voice, "Please no, Master." Her warm smile helped calm me down for a moment but it was her initial reaction that had really gotten my attention. It was so unusual for Carly or Kyrsten to tell me "no" that I felt like it must be important.

"I can't talk about it with her? Why?"

Kyrsten shook her head, "That's the whole thing for her. If you talk about it with her it ruins it for her. She can't enjoy it. And she doesn't want to actually be raped. She wants to feel like it, though. And planning it all out ahead of time... well... she said she'd done that and it was awful."

"This is so... Sometimes I wish you girls were all vanilla," I said with exasperation.

Kyrsten stepped closer to me, pressing her tits to my chest as she looked up at me, "Is that REALLY want you want... Master?"

I shook my head in response. Her green eyes were gorgeous and full of love and lust.

"Vanilla girls aren't willing to be part of a slutty harem," she whispered before giving me a wanton kiss.

"Okay... IF I do this... I have to know what I'm doing though. I mean... I'm not going to like... beat her up or anything."

"I don't think she wants that. She more wants to feel physically dominated and overpowered. Like wrestle her down, pin her arms behind her back and force her legs apart kind of thing. Maybe slap her some. And she wants the verbal abuse too. She really likes that. She's heard you with Sherry a couple times and she said it got her incredibly hot."

I thought about it. Clinically at first. I was pretty sure I could do that. And then less scientifically. I kind of wanted to do it. At least to try. I looked at Kyrsten, "What about you? Are you okay with this?" Kyrsten looked surprised and I continued, "I mean... given everything you told me... about... well... your past. This might hit a little close to home, right?"

Kyrsten hugged me and fought back some tears, "I'd be lying if I hadn't had the same thoughts. But... well... look... my history has made me who I am. And yeah, some of my kinks have a root in bad things that happened to me in my formative years. But... " she paused, searching for words, "I think I've taken ownership of them. Or I want to if I haven't already. If I explore them in a healthy way with a trustworthy guy, I think that's fine. And if it gets too much for me, well... I'm going to have to get comfortable with you fucking people behind my back, right?" Her smile was tight and strained.

I leaned in to kiss her, "Never behind your back, my pet. Just not with your permission every time." I grinned and she returned my smile with a genuine one of her own. I look at her impossibly emerald eyes, "okay... but if I do this... I need her to have an out..."

Kyrsten smiled and gave me a quick suggestion that was absolutely brilliant. We went back inside. Starla was sitting there shaking from nervousness. I realized that she legitimately hadn't known if I would come back and when she saw us, the relief on her face was dramatic. It was as if every muscle that she'd been unconsciously tensing suddenly let loose.

"Sorry, I needed to use my slut for some relief," I lied. Kyrsten had impressed upon me the need to avoid the subject of Starla's fantasy entirely so I figured this was the best way to do it.

"I understand," Starla nodded with a smile. I suspect she knew it was a lie but the pretense was important to her for whatever reason. "It must be tiring juggling all these women."

"You'd think. But surprisingly, having sex with ridiculously hot women is pretty invigorating," I smiled, staring directly at her. She blushed and blinked again while my eyes raked her body up and down. Yeah. Maybe I could do this.

"The hardest thing is finding all the right limits and kinks for everyone. Trying to make sure that Sherry's kinks are covered when I'm banging Madison, for example. That was tricky."

Kyrsten perked up, "I haven't heard about that one," she asked with interest.

"I made her dress up in a geisha outfit and let Madison's husband cum on her face over and over. The little slut loved it."

Kyrsten smiled, "I bet. But how would you have known if it was too much for her?"

God this girl was clever. That was the perfect segway and her smile told me she knew it, "Well that's the thing. I learned a long time ago that it's really important to have a safeword. You know. Like Carly only ever calls me 'Master' so our safeword is my name. Other people use different things. Red, for example is really popular."

Starla was watching me, listening, "Why red?" she asked with curiosity.

"I suspect it's because it's red like a stop sign. But they want to occasionally be able to say 'Stop' and not have it stop. People have all kinds of kinks they want to indulge that require that and it's important for people to understand. I'd probably use 'Red' myself if I played with someone I didn't know well. They'll use 'green' for more and 'yellow' is sometimes code for 'You're at my limit'." I looked at Starla and she was soaking all of it in. I continued, "Plus, I've always thought that some nonverbal reassurance would be good. You know. Like wouldn't it be nice if, afterwards, the sub did or said something to let the dom know that everything was good?" I said asking Kyrsten but really directing the speech towards Starla.

"Like if the little slut left a thank you note in lipstick or something?" Kyrsten asked, giving me a knowing look.

"Yeah... something like that. Just as some reassurance. The dom takes on a lot of responsibility, you know. It's their role. So some positive feedback can be really nice. Something to let the dom know that they want to do it again."

Starla looked at me and a smile flicked across her face before she stifled it. She instead nodded silently and we moved on to other topics but she'd gotten the message. Kyrsten gripped my hand and smiled at me as we finished our meal. We made more mundane chit-chat throughout dinner, talking about family and friends and where we were from. Starla and Sherry had gone to school together but she wasn't originally from Orlando like the rest of us. She'd moved down from New York when her parents divorced but that let her keep her New York residency which made NYU a lot cheaper. I learned that she'd developed early and gotten a lot of unwanted attention from boys. Along with the reputation that irrationally comes along with that. When she went on birth control in high school it got around and her reputation got worse just as her breasts swelled even bigger.

"Girls, I need just a minute, order some desert if you want," I told them as I stepped away. Kyrsten watched me go with a look of concern in her eyes. I couldn't quite place my finger on it but my mind was elsewhere. I really needed to talk to Carly.

Me: You around babe?
(nearly instantly)

Carly: Of course, Master. How's your "double date" going? 😈
Me: That 40% is I think 100% but I need to talk to you about it.
Carly:?? I've told you it's okay...??
Me: Not that you silly slut. I've figured out you're fine with me fucking other people. No. This one is SUPER hot but has a weird fantasy.
Carly: Weirder than racist asian submissive fantasies?
Me: She wants me to rape her
Carly: Ohh... well... yeah
Carly: Remember when we talked about this before? What did I tell you?
Me: Nono... that's not it. I don't mind the fantasy in that way. I get it. But she doesn't want to talk about it.
Carly: I don't understand. How do you know it's her fantasy?
Me: She talked to Kyrsten about it.
Carly: Oh... well what's the problem?
Me: Well... I mean... how do I know if she's really okay with it?
Carly:?? Do you trust Kyrsten?
Me: Of course!
Carly: Then that's how you know, Jay. Trust Kyrsten and trust yourself. Maybe don't gag the little slut tonight just in case but other than that, I think you're fine.
Me: Yeah... I guess you're right. This is just all so weird. I feel better talking about it with you.
Carly: Glad I could help you get laid even when I'm not there, Master. 😁💦❤
Me: I love you. I miss you.
Carly: Soon you'll have me for good, Master. And of course, I love you too.

Feeling much better, I returned to the table to see the two hot girls sharing a bowl of ice cream. Kyrsten was licking the spoon suggestively as I sat down while Starla slowly enjoyed her own bite in a slightly less suggestive but equally sensual way.

When dessert was finished, I got a cab, "Back to my place?" I asked Starla.

"I really shouldn't... " she said.

"Do you have school work?" she shook her head no, "early class?" again another shake. "Well then there's no excuse. Let's go back to my place and you can talk to Kyrsten and I more about this lifestyle you seem to find so fascinating."

Starla thought about it for a bit. She was looking between Kyrsten and I, weighing things out. Playing out the risk/reward. Probably trying to figure out if she was going to finally get what she needed. She nodded nervously and I sent the cab towards my apartment. Kyrsten maintained the conversation the rest of the way home while simultaneously rubbing my cock and occasionally touching Starla in innocent ways. I was already thinking about getting ahold of Starla's big tits, imagining what they'd look like as I fucked her. At one point, my phone buzzed and I showed Kyrsten the picture of Sherry who was looking increasingly pitiful and broken. I made sure that Starla caught a glimpse of her roommate's depravity as well. It definitely made her squirm.

The next thing you know, we were upstairs in my apartment laughing and giggling. I think we all knew what was going to happen. At least in broad outlines. I was the only one with a well formed idea, however, and I think that's exactly what Starla wanted.

I sat down on the couch and pulled Starla to me. She flopped down onto my lap with a laugh and I immediately kissed her. She was surprised but returned the kiss for just a moment before pulling away.
"Jay, you've been lovely tonight. Don't push your luck."

"Uhhuh. Push my luck? I don't think I can with you, Starla," I said as I kissed her again, this time reaching my hands up to grope her big tits. Feeling them in my hand for the first time was magnificent.

Again, she pushed me away, a little more forcefully, "Jay, I'm just not ready. Not tonight. Okay?" she said.

I nodded and simply put my arm around her, trying to feel out the game. "Hey, bitch, get our guest a drink," I told Kyrsten. Starla gasped quietly next to me in surprise but Kyrsten simply smiled and started for the kitchen, "See. She likes it. Kyrsten, how wet is your empty fuckhole?"

"Very, Master. And wetter when you called me a bitch. What would you like to drink, honey?" she asked Starla.

"A shot of something is fine," she said, looking back at me. "She really likes that treatment, huh?"

"Hey, I don't judge. Everyone has their own weird kinks that get them going. She likes her man to treat her badly. But only if she knows it's fake."

"Is it?" she asked. Her gunmetal eyes looked at me, desperate for the right answer. I thought I'd figured out the game, though. She may be the psychology major but I felt like I was the one doing the exploring of someone's psyche tonight.

"With her it is. With other cunts it's different. Sometimes girls are just big tittied bimbos looking for a cock between their legs."

Her eyes grew wide. I knew I'd hit her kink squarely. My hand rested on her thigh and slid up, teasing up the hemline of her skirt. Kyrsten brought the drink over to her. Despite not drinking, I felt like it was part of being a good host to keep a well stocked liquor cabinet. Kyrsten had made a double of something and Starla downed the whole thing quickly, trying to get a little bit of liquid courage. She placed the shot glass on the table beside her before turning to me. "This has been a fun date, Jay. But I don't see a future in it for us. Sorry."

"You don't?" I said with a grin, my fingers were still working their way up her thighs. She put a hand on mine, trapping it there.

"No. I'm not the kind of girl who's going to call you Master or spread her legs on the first date."

"Oh... you're a good girl are you? How many dates until you're spreading your legs like a wanton whore?"

She looked actually offended for a moment before smiling back at me, "You won't be finding out. I'm not going to willingly spread my legs for an ass like you."

I grabbed the hand that was holding mine back and moved it then slid my now freed fingers further up, close enough to her hot cunt to feel the heat before her other hand intercepted, "Stop, Jay. I'm not a slut like them."

"No you're not," I said as I kissed her again, this time gripping the back of her head so she couldn't pull away. She moaned and screamed into my mouth before I let her up for air.

"I'm leaving," she said as she stood up, but I grabbed her and spun her around onto the couch.

"No you're not you pathetic little bimbo bitch," I said, snarling the words. Kyrsten stood up and started walking over to help. I turned my attention from Starla and grabbed the redhead's hair, yanking her to my face. "Get your ass back in the chair. You only get to watch tonight, cunt." I slapped her lightly and spat in her face, watching her eyes roll with arousal as I flung her backwards into a chair.

"Yes, Master," Kyrsten said with total submission.

"And now you. You've been flaunting your hot little body all night. Hell, since we first met, remember? Time to pay the piper, bitch," I said and I reached up and smacked her face. Tears started to form in her eyes and I almost stopped. But something in her look caused me to continue. I smacked her again then yanked her shirt up and smacked her tits a couple times.

"Please... " she said. I slowed my strikes before she said, "Stop" The way she said the word. The way she emphasized the word. I knew that she was definitely NOT saying, "Stop".

"I'll stop when I'm done with your holes, bitch," I snarled and I tore into her. She wrestled with me, never striking or clawing at me, just trying, in vain, to overpower me. And she was strong. I'd been right about her being athletic. It took actual, real effort to overpower her. Eventually, I was able to get her face down on the couch with her legs spread and mine inbetween. I had her hands pinned behind her back as I fumbled with my belt.

"Please. No. Jay. Please... don't do this. Please. Kyrsten, help me. Please. I'm a good girl. I don't want this. Please,"

"Shut up you pathetic cunt," I snarled as I yanked her thong out of the way, "I know you're a lying little fucking cunt." I reached up and felt her wet cunt leaking down her leg, "See, only a pathetic whore is this wet right now. You want this cock so bad you can barely think. You're just like every other fucking college bitch. You need some thick meat between your legs or you're just fucking useless." I smacked her ass a couple times then positioned my cock at her entrance. She was absolutely soaked and my cock slid in without effort. I heard Kyrsten gasp behind me and I knew she was enjoying the show.

"Fuck... please... please, Jay," Starla said as she squirmed and wriggled against my cock. It was hard for her to fake resisting at that point, her body was starting to takeover. I hammered into her, giving her no mercy because I knew she didn't want any. "NO... No... no...," she moaned but each thrust made them weaker and less insistent. It didn't take long before I finished, shooting my cum inside of her.

When I came down from my own high, having just cum, I wasn't really sure what she was thinking. I really needn't worry, however. She sat their, tears streaming down her eyes, looking like a complete mess. But her words? I'll never forget them. "You're a monster. A green eyed monster. I'm going home and I hope the cab hits every green light on the way. Every fucking GREEN light. GREEN lights forever!" she said. Despite the discussion earlier, my temporarily blood deprived brain actually took half a second to make the connection. If red was a code for stop... well... she'd just told me she wanted more. A lot more.

I grabbed her and practically dragged her into the bedroom, Kyrsten all but forgotten, and forced myself on her again, this time with my hands holding hers above her head and fucking her from on top. Kyrsten silently moved her chair in to watch. It was a surreal experience, having this hot, big titted slut begging me to stop except not really, while my girlfriend sat there, watching with thinly concealed jealousy and lust. I continued to berate and demean Starla while I pounded her. She continued to struggle ever so slightly, constantly testing my strength as I held her down. I smacked her fat tits until they were bright red then, when I was ready to cum, I placed my hand around her neck and leaned down, "I'm going to fuck your ass now, bitch. I know that's what you desperately need. You want your ass fucked but you're too much of a good girl to ask for it. But I know a cheap, pathetic anal whore when I see one."

"No... please no... I'll do whatever you want. It'll hurt so much. Please don't," she cried. I slid my cock out and repositioned it at her ass, doubling her legs over her head to get the angle right. Her hands, now freed, didn't even move from above her head. She held them there, wrists crossed, as if an invisible rope had her bound. "Nobody's ever..."

"Oh good... a virgin ass," I said as I leaned into her, taking that last virginity from her. She screamed as my full length sank into her. I spit on her face as I fucked her, calling her all kinds of names I can't even remember.

"Oh... it hurts... it hurts... Please... please... don't... please... stop... nonono," she said the last as I reached my free hand to her clit and gave it the first bit of attention it had gotten all night. She came hard, spasming and clenching my cock, causing me to blast into her. I rested for a moment, looking at the mess of a girl underneath me. Her makeup was a mess and the look on her face reminded me of a drunk person. Glassy eyed and not thinking quite clearly. I rolled off of her and reached over to kiss Kyrsten who was also crying.

"You okay?" I asked her. The red head nodded.

"That was beautiful, Master. You gave her exactly what she wanted. What she needed," she whispered, trying not to break the illusion of the game for Starla.

"Go help her get cleaned up," I said and she nodded again.

The two girls spent a few minutes in the bathroom and I heard some talking but couldn't make out anything. I grabbed my phone and was greeted to six more pictures of Sherry in increasingly depraved states. Apparently, even Louise got in on the action as the last picture showed a broken, almost unrecognizable, asian slut lapping at a smooth bald cunt. Louise's dainty hand had an iron grip in her hair as she forced Sherry to look into the camera. "I borrowed your toy tonight, Mr. S. Hope you don't mind," read the caption.

After a couple minutes, the two girls came back out, Starla was a little less of a mess and Kyrsten was naked.

"I'll... I'll get going... I should go... I need to get away from you and... that... " she said gesturing at my semi-erect cock.

"Feel free to come by tomorrow if you want round two. I know sluts like you can never get enough," I said with a smile. I really wasn't sure how she wanted to play the game but I figured it was a good guess.

"I'll never be back here, fucker," she said but the words were belied by the gigantic smile on her face. She turned to leave and my attention turned back towards Kyrsten. She stood there looking at me with lust in her eyes. Along with a few other emotions.

"You were everything she ever wanted, Master. She said you could have been worse and it would have been amazing."

"Worse like, 'I could have been not as good at sex' and it still would have been amazing? Or worse like, 'I could have been worse to her and it would have been better'?"

Kyrsten laughed, "I honestly don't know. Maybe the note she left will explain?"

"Note?" I started to get up but Kyrsten turned her back to me to show me the red letters newly written on her.

Scrawled in lipstick along her back were the words, "Thank you. Definitely again. Green, green, GREEN!"

"I guess that answers my question. Now get on your hands and knees. I think I can conjure up one more load for a certain tight, redheaded cunt."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she said as she girlishly hopped into bed. I grabbed my phone and pulled up a video call to Carly then flung it in front of Kyrsten as I slid my half hard cock into her slick cunt. The call pinged out once before I heard Carly answer.

"Hello, Ma... oh... hi Kyrsten. Is everything okay?" Carly asked, a moment of worry showing through in her voice.

Kyrsten simply groaned and said, "Everything is perrrrfect," as my cock filled her cunt slowly.

"Oh... Such a lucky bitch. How was Master's date with the new girl? Did she succumb to his charms?"

"Oh yeah... twice... and she's a kinky little slut. She dragged me into the bathroom to tell me about her... oh fuck... right there, Master... rape fantasy."

"Really?" Carly asked with obvious intrigue. "And did she get to live out her fantasy?"

"What do you think?" I asked and pulled out of Kyrsten who gave a pathetic "No" to the room in general. I flipped her over, back to the camera and shoved my cock straight down her throat while I stood in the bed.

"I think you've added another girl to your harem, Master," I heard Carly say.

"I agree. Now go edge yourself for the rest of the night, slut. I'll be covering this greedy little redhead in cum thinking of your pathetic, empty gash."

"Yes, Master. Thank you for allowing me to even touch my worthless clit," she said and disconnected. My life may be unconventional but I don't have any complaints.