(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.
