Carly's WMAF Fantasy Pt. 04

(Back to Interracial which is where this series will stay. All characters are fictional and over 18. I wanted to add a note as well based on a comment I got on a previous chapter.

I don't condone racism. Anyone who thinks one race is superior or inferior to another race is an asshat (or worse). This story is a consensual relationship based on a shared kink between the two characters and any other reading into it is far, far beyond what I intended. There. That's out of the way. On to the fun.)

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We walked to the elevator and it opened just as we walked up. Roland was making out with Kyrsten while Jennifer watches and stroked his chest. Jenn's attention wasn't as distracted so she noticed Carly before the others.

"Hey, Carly. Everything... uhh... okay?"

"Oh yes. Jay is taking great care of me," she told her friend, emphasizing "great" way more than necessary.

"We're going shopping for some new clothes for her. Isn't that right, Carly?" I asked my new pet.

She knew what I wanted. There was the briefest of pauses as we traded places with the proto menage-a-trois. "Yes, Sir."

That caused Roland's head to snap around in comic bewilderment as the elevator door started to close. Just before it shut, his look of surprise broke into a wide grin. Guess things worked out for us both today. "Good girl," I told Carly as I groped her ass under the short skirt. "I'm glad you remembered your instructions."

"Of course, Master. Master in private. Sir in public. Even to my friends," she recited. Then she surprised me, "I bet I could get Kyrsten kneeling on the ground and calling you Master." Her hand stroked my cock. "Would you like that, Master?"

The image of the short, busty redhead staring up at me gave my already confused cock a distinctive twitch. "Oh. You would, wouldn't you? I can tell. You want me to build you a little harem of obedient fuck sluts, Master? I'll do it."

Before I could even wrap my brains around the outlandish offer, the elevator door chimed and was opening. We walked out just in time to see a shirtless Roland burst out of the stairwell. He looked between Carly and I, then lunged at me grabbing me in a giant bear hug. "Way to go, brother!" he said then sprinted back up the stairs taking them three at a time, clearly eager to return to the other two girls.

Carly was standing there staring at me for about half a heart beat before she burst out laughing. "That guy loves you, Master."

I stared at the door and turned back to her, "Yeah. He's a pretty great friend."

"That's good," she said as she grabbed my hand and started walking towards the car, "it means he won't be too pissed when you're making Kyrsten eat my cunt while you plough that hot little fire crotch."

"Damn..." I said and she looked over her shoulder and flashed me that brilliant smile. We got to the car and I let her in, enjoying the flashing of her bald cunt as the skirt rode up. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I reached over and guided her head to my cock. She obediently unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock whole. "Keep me hard and you just might get fucked again later, slut."

She worked my cock thoroughly and lovingly as we drove to the mall. Between driving and the multiple orgasms, I was in no danger of actually cumming but it was fantastic regardless. As good as the blow job was, I almost regretted pulling her off me when we got there. But then I remembered the reason we had come and my resolve was renewed.

Leading her into the mall, we quickly found a shoe store. I guided her over to a seat that faced away from the entrance and called over a shoe salesman. "I'd like to get my girlfriend a nice pair of shoes. Four or five inch heels. Something strappy. I especially like those ones with the ankle straps. What size shoe are you, honey?"

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Seven and a half, Sir." The salesman took it impressively in stride, pausing only for the most subtle of double takes before going into the back. Carly looked at me and whispered, "Every time you make me do that it's so fucking hot. I swear I gushed. I bet he could smell how much of a slut I am for you."

I couldn't help but grin. I sat down next to her, the store wasn't busy and I took advantage by sliding my fingers up her skirt and across her slit. She gasped and I spread the moist juices around before pulling my finger away and pressing it to her mouth. She licked it hungrily without ever taking her eyes from mine. I was sure if I dragged her into the storeroom, she'd be willingly bent over and fucking me within moments.

Reluctantly, I pulled my finger back and whispered, "behave," as the salesman emerged. He had a couple pairs of shoes that both fit Carly perfectly. One was a four inch strappy heel. The other was a five inch platform wedge. Both made her legs look incredible and while she was trying them on, she allowed the salesman to see everything that he couldn't have.

The five inch shoes actually made her about half an inch taller than me. "Wear the four inch ones," I told her after she'd tried on both pairs. "We'll take both pairs. Just throw her sandals in the one box."

"Yes, Sir," the man and Carly chimed in together before we all laughed.

"Thank you," I told the man as I took back my credit card.

"Oh trust me, Sir. Thank you. We get a lot of couples who play these little games but I've never enjoyed them as much as I have today."

"She's something else, isn't she?"

"You're a very lucky man, Sir."

I beamed at Carly who was blushing from the compliments. We grabbed our bag and headed out to continue shopping. The click, clack of her heels echoed through the hall and it was all I could do not to imagine holding onto the heels as I spread her legs wide and ploughed her tight hole again. We hit a number of stores in a whirlwind trip. She asked questions constantly, enjoying flummoxing salespeople everytime she called me "Sir". I showed her what I liked. Short, tight clothes. Revealing outfits. Things she could tease me with. She got a couple pairs of thin, daisy duke shorts, a couple mini-skirts, a short, button down sundress, a whole bunch of shirts of all kinds of cuts. Then we went to Frederick's of Hollywood and got a whole bunch of lingerie. Several corsets, garter belts and stockings. I showed her the back seem and fishnet styles that I preferred and she pointed out the two toned cuban ones that would be very sexy in her open toed heels. We also found a couple shelf bras that pushed her tits up but left the nipples exposed. She made sure to either let me see everything or took a picture and showed me, always focused on what pleased me most. If I showed even a hint of reservation about the outfit, she wanted to know what was wrong so she could fix it.

I realized that the clothes we got wouldn't really be conducive to wearing the garter belt and stockings out so we made one last shop in a more upscale dress shop and found three dresses that would work. The tops of the stockings would be just barely exposed when she sat and one of the dresses was sufficiently flouncy that as she walked they sort of peeked out, but that was fine.

By the time we'd finished, we'd spent over a grand on clothes in the single most expensive shopping day of my life. She insisted on buying the dresses since she could wear them to work. Everything else was on my credit card. "So does this count as paying for sex?" I asked, jokingly as we walked to the car.

"Mmm... I think it does. I guess that makes me an official whore," she said as she loaded the clothes into the trunk of the car.

"Isn't there some phrase that Asian whores are famous for saying?"

"Hmmmhmm...," she said then looked at me and put a hand on her hip, "Me love you long time," she said in a bouncy, bubble headed, thickly accented voice.

"I think you're just after me for my money. Just like all the other chink sluts,"

She continued in the ridiculous pigeon english as we got into the car, "No, no, Master. Me love sucky, fucky. Me a good little whore. Me need that big, fat, white American cock, Master."

I leaned over and kissed her, "You are truly an impressively versatile slut, baby."

"Thank you, Master," she said huskily but unaccented. "That makes me so hot. Just thinking of myself as a dumb, cheap street walker spreading her legs for money. Fuck. You should remind me what I am whenever you buy anything for me."

"Put these on under your shirt, baby," I said as I fished out the pair of nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain. She gasped as she took them in slightly trembling hands.

Carly lifted her shirt the three or four inches necessary to expose her beautiful tits. Her nipples were already hard and eager but she teased them slightly to get them as firm as possible. It was difficult for me to drive without staring at the wanton display but I focused on not dying in a fiery crash instead. It was an admittedly tough call. She placed the first clamp on her left nipple and let out a contented, needful moan that was almost certainly accompanied by a gush between her legs. I'd adjusted the clamps so they weren't at maximum tightness and she was clearly enjoying the sensation. Then she placed the other one on, repeating the noise she'd just made. "Should I leave my shirt up, Master?"

"I think so, yes. Let some lucky trucker get a quick glimpse of those hot tits." I reached my hand over and felt her wetness under her skirt. Her cunt was flooded, as expected and I could feel the hard nub of her clit which I slid my finger across. Her hands clenched at her sides as she tried desperately not to hump my hand but her need was all-consuming and she shoved her hips forward, "Pathetic cunt," I told her as I pulled my hand away.

She whimpered, "It's your fault, Master. You get me so fucking hot."

"Keep teasing your cunt, slut. I think you'll really enjoy what's next," I instructed her as I took the next exit. She looked at me with curiosity, knowing this wasn't the right exit for our hotel, but my plan quickly became apparent as we hit the first speed bump. She bounced in her seat and let out a gasp of excitement as the pleasure of her clamped tits ripped through her. She had barely recovered when the next one hit. Then the next one. I tried to hit at just the right speed to maximize the bump and her reaction told me I'd mostly succeeded. As the car jostled through each successive bump, her moans grew louder and more desperate. Her finger moved more quickly under her skirt as well.

"Master... Uhh... I'm so close... Please... Master... Please..."

"Please what, slut?"

"Please... don't make me cum... ughhh... without permission. I don't... ohhh... want to cum without permission... oh, God... fuck... Master,"

"Stop stroking your clit and lube this up with your cunt juice then shove it in your ass," I told her as I pulled out another surprise, a rubbery purple butt plug for her ass. It had a pretty good thickness, wider at it's fattest part than my cock and only slightly thinner at the base. Carly eagerly removed her fingers from her clit, desperate for the reprieve, and grabbed the plug. She shoved it in her cunt a couple times then arched herself awkwardly out of the seat and lined the plug up to her ass then sat down on it. The moan of pleasure that escaped her lips was quickly magnified to a near scream as we hit the next bump.

"Oh... FUCK... Master... I need your cock... I need... Oh my god... Just fucking use me... please. Fuck... I'll do anything, Master. I don't... fuck me... fucking care right now."

As I turned off the road, I smiled at the babbling mess she had already become. Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see, but the dusty dirt road I turned onto was about to make her situation worse. Or maybe better, depending on your line of thinking.

"Fuck... what's happening... oh my ass... Master... what's... Oh my God, ohmygod... "

Her string of words soon descended into one long, barely coherent mess of profanity and pleading. Eventually, my straining cock couldn't take it any longer and I fished it out of my pants and yanked her down by the hair, "Shut up, bitch," I told her as I shoved her hungry, eager mouth onto my cock. Feeling her moan while trying desperately to properly service me was amazing. I held her down for longer and longer periods, she didn't struggle other than with her arousal, instead deep throating my cock with abandon as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. We continued down the bumping road while she thrashed in her seat, all the while maintaining a firm, desperate grip on my cock.

As we emerged from the wooded back road and turned back towards the hotel, I yanked her off my cock by her hair and shoved her back into her seat. "Pathetic yellow cunt," I said with a playful smirk, "Couldn't get me off. I may have to really punish you tonight."

"Oh yesssss, Master. Please do. Whip my ass and tits and cunt and clit. Teach my body that failure to please you is the worst possible failure. I swear I'll do better. Just help my tight, pitiful chink holes to become the perfect fuck holes for your glorious cock."

I shook my head. Every time I thought I'd pushed her, she said something to make me realize that she could be pushed further. A dozen images flitted through my head as she sat there in silence, mouth agape, staring at me like a devoted puppy.

We'd been gone over an hour so I wasn't surprised when we pulled in and saw Roland, Kyrsten and Jennifer relaxing at the pool. The summer sun was sitting low in the sky but it was still plenty warm outside. It's a testament to both the sheer hotness of Carly and the intensity of the orgasms I'd already had that day that I only glanced at Kyrsten's huge tits in her tiny bikini. Or maybe it's a testament to how hot she was that she managed to get even a glance from me despite Carly and those same orgasms. I don't know. Either way, Carly and I walked in holding hands as Roland tried to get the girls' attention with a cannonball. Jenn was instead watching us and whispering something to Kyrsten who might have been looking at us through her heavily mirrored glasses. I couldn't help but remember Carly's words about Kyrsten and wonder if such a thing was possible.

Jenn and Kyrsten quickly stood up and wrapped themselves in towels and hurried inside, momentarily having forgotten about Roland who surfaced to an empty pool and confusion. The two girls both shot me inscrutable looks as they ran up to us, "Hey, Jay. We're gonna borrower Carly for a minute, okay?" Jenn said and started to grab Carly's other hand.

Carly resisted and instead turned to me, "Is it alright, Sir?"

I started to agree but then realized the clamps were still pinching at her perky little nipples. "Uhh... hold on," I said and pulled her back towards me a couple steps. I reached up with one hand and tilted her chin towards me to give her a soft kiss. My other hand, hidden between our bodies, slid up her stomach to hook the chain in my finger. I could see Kyrsten and Jennifer watching us curiously. Making sure my mouth was clamped firmly over Carly's, I pulled the chain down as swiftly as I dared. The two clamps pulled at her tits then popped free. Fortunately, they were the rubber tipped ones so, while the pain may have been bad, it wasn't going to do any damage. Carly's moaning scream of lust filled my head as she breathed directly into my mouth. Hopefully the sound was relatively muffled in the noisy hotel courtyard. She wobbled slightly but steadied herself against me before flashing me a smile.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a lusty smile as I curled up the chain in my hand and sent her back to her friends. I was acutely aware, as I'm sure she was, that her ass was still plugged with the other new toy.

Deciding to have just a little more fun with my new pet, I said, "Carly, don't forget what you promised me earlier."

Her steps faltered slightly and she turned to me, eyes slightly wide, "Yes, Sir," she said emphasizing the last word and breaking into a broad, proud grin. She turned back to the other two girls and they walked over the corner of the mostly empty atrium. I could hear Jenn and Kyrsten's voice peppering Carly with questions but couldn't make anything out. Instead, I wandered over to the sliding door to the pool area and found Roland drying himself off.

"Oh... so that's where the girls went," he said as he looked over my shoulder.

"How was your day?" I asked with a lascivious grin.

"It was pretty good. But man.. Carly? What the hell, brother! And did I hear her call you 'sir'? Are you into some freaky deaky shit?"

"Hold on... I'll tell you... but c'mon man, you just had a threeway with two of the hottest girls we ever knew. You can't possibly describe that as 'pretty good' with a straight face!"

"Okay. It was fucking amazing. But once we were done, the girls couldn't stop talking about you and Carly. Hell, they were talking about it as they were making out before we even got started. I should be thanking you, the girls were already hot to trot but something about you and Carly put them into overdrive, man!"

I grinned and we exchanged a surreptitious low five, "Carly's amazing man. Absolutely amazing. Imagine your perfect girl. Smart. Eager to please. Not jealous about anything. Totally sexy in every way. That's her man."

"Dude, it's been like 5 hours and you sound like you're ready to marry her," there was no judgement or warning in Roland's voice, just mild dismay.

"No, no man. It's not like that. I'm sure there's some crazy yet to be unearthed. But she's the first girl I've been with in awhile that I think that her particular brand of crazy might be something I'm okay with."

"So it IS freaky deaky shit,"

Now I blushed and managed to mutter, "No comment." Roland was a good enough friend to let it go at that point. He told me they'd finished up at the park just behind us. The girls had drug him on to splash mountain and enjoyed teasing him on the way out of the park with their see through t-shirts and tiny bikinis they'd worn underneath.

"My head had whiplash trying to go back and forth between those four tits, man."

I laughed just as the door slid back open. Jennifer and Kyrsten walked back in and went up to Roland, one on each side. Jennifer's hand caressed Roland's chest as she whispered in his ear. Kyrsten stood there staring at me, appraising me... or maybe revaluating me? Either way, it was mildly unnerving. "Carly's waiting for you, Jay. She seems VERY eager," she said to me with a teasing voice.

"By the way, you hurt her and we'll have Roland kick your ass," Jenn said shooting me daggers. I thought she was serious for a second then all three of them bust out laughing.

Roland grabbed Jenn's ass with a playful squeeze, "I'm glad you warned me you were gonna mess with him. No way I'd have kept a straight face, girl."

I said my goodbyes and retreated back into the hotel. Carly was sitting in a chair, visibly squirming. Whether the plug was uncomfortable or TOO comfortable I wasn't sure but she was clearly very aware of it and clearly very aroused. "What did you girls talk about," I asked as we walked towards the elevator. My hand was on her tight little bubbled ass as I guided her.

"They are... well... were worried about me, Master."

"The 'sir' thing had them concerned?"

"A little. Jenn also knows that I've been interested in white guys and not dated them before because of my parents. She doesn't know WHY I was interested. And still doesn't," she said adding the last quickly and looking at me with some concern.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. I didn't say anything to Roland and won't to anyone else unless you want me too."

She looked relieved, "I trust you, Master. And, if I'm being honest, it would kind of turn me on... well REALLY turn me on if you told my friends. But I can't ever let my parents find out... I mean... they'd be fine with me dating you... eventually... but I don't ever want my Dad to find out WHY... is that okay?"