(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?"
