Inspiration struck quick this time. Thanks for the positive feedback. At this point I'm just writing organically so if anyone has thoughts on where this goes, post away. We'll definitely be learning more about Sherry though. So don't worry about that one.
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Shopping and lunch with Kyrsten was every bit as much fun as you'd expect. She was flirty and playful. Teasing me continuously with little peaks and touches. The first thing we brought was a lacy bra that wouldn't hid her nipples so I got to enjoy them poking out at me all afternoon. We bought a bunch of clothes for her ranging from sexy to trashy and everywhere in between. Her figure was perfect for the tight slinky dresses and plunging necklines I preferred and she quickly embraced her sex appeal when she wore them. After a couple hours, my cock was straining hard for relief.
"I think I've cum more times in the last 48 hours than in any week long marathon run in my life," I told her as she stroked my cock while we made out in the car.
"Are you complaining?" she asked.
"Not at all. I just don't know how much of you two I can take before I die with a smile on my face."
"And Carly wants you to have other women, doesn't she?"
I murmured a yes into Kyrsten's mouth as I kissed her again. Our tongues danced against each other and our breath mixed.
"Other sluts who will want your cock?" she asked. I'm sure she could feel my cock surge in her hand. "You know what would really make her hot?"
"Anything?" I said with a smile. Kyrsten giggled her girlish laugh.
"Yes, but not what I meant. No... you should find another Asian girl that she could help you seduce and inculcate into your perverse little harem... Master."
"Fuck," I groaned as she stroked me faster. We were parked in the back of the hotel parking lot getting ready to go in. "Yeah. Cause I'm just that lucky."
"Maybe I know one..." she said, stroking me faster.
"Really?" Kyrsten simply nodded and ducked her mouth down to my cock for a quick deep throat thrust before stroking my wet shaft more.
"Yes, Master. You know her too. Or you know of her. And Carly knows her. But I don't think Carly knows that she's like this."
"Who... tell me you teasing little bitch," I commanded as I wrapped a hand roughly in Kyrsten's fiery mane. I was so close.
"Her sister," she said and I grabbed her head and forced her onto my cock as I shot into her mouth. The image of Carly and her hot little sister burned into my brain as I shot rope after rope into her sucking mouth. I nearly blacked out from the sensation but Kyrsten's pushed on me to remind me to let her up. She came up with a gasp, wiping her spit and my cum from her lips with her hand. "I take it you like that idea?"
"Fuck yes. Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. I didn't really know about this fetish as a thing until today but looking back, I think Sherry is definitely like her sister. Maybe even more so."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well Carly left for college and grad school but I stayed here, remember. I coached the cheerleading squad after I graduated and got to see Carly's little sister every day."
"Wait... I never really met her. How old is this girl?"
"She graduated last year. She's 19. But here's the thing. She never dated anyone other than white guys. And looking back, she was always super deferential to them. I always thought it was that she was shy and was awed by the jocks she dated but I don't think that was it. She was tough on everyone else and had no trouble bossing people around when she was co-captain. It was only her boyfriends that she was little miss compliant with."
"And how does Carly not know about this?"
"She might... It might not be a surprise. But I get the feeling that their family is pretty repressed and doesn't talk much to each other," Kyrsten leaned down into my lap and licked the cum from around my cock. "Just think what you could do with the both of them, Master. Think how pathetic Carly would feel being forced to help seduce her sister. ESPECIALLY if she doesn't think her sister is like that."
"Fuck that would be hot... but should I?"
"Hell yes you should. Especially if she's like Carly. But even if she's not, you'll back off and treat her right. I trust you. Carly trusts you. And guess what the best part is?" she whispered seductively into my ear, "She goes to NYU. She'd be there to please your cock every..." lick, "Single," kiss, "Day."
My cock stirred again but no chance of real action anytime soon. I petted Kyrsten's head as she nuzzled against me, content. "Kyrsten, why don't you think you deserve someone like me?"
The question caught her out of the blue which was exactly my intent. I wanted an honest reaction and answer. And I got it.
"I... uh... Jay... I don't know what to say. I just don't feel like anything I've done in my life has been enough to earn a happy ending. I've been terrible to people. I spent most of high school being just this side of a movie cheerleader bitch. I'm not smart. I'm not particularly pretty..."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Let me take a digression from the story to tell you how I would have described this girl.
Fun, bubbly, nice, maybe not whip smart but quick and smoking hot. Easily top 5 hottest girls from my high school and probably top 10 I've met in real life. Was she a movie star? No. But she was as close as you get to that in real life. And I'd never heard her say a mean thing to anyone. The one time I'd tried to ask her out, she'd politely turned me down. I never heard anyone complain about her. This was not Regina George from Mean Girls. She was more Chloe Beale from Pitch Perfect.
"Kyrsten... is that really how you see yourself?"
She nodded at me, tears streaming down her face. "I'm awful and pathetic, Jay. And you'll see it before long. And it's okay. You're so nice and wonderful. I want to make you happy while you still like me."
I really was dumbfounded. I wasn't going to press it right now but I resolved to do what I can to help her. It wasn't clear to me then what the problem was. Did she have issues at home? Had someone psychologically abused her? Did she have some sort of mental problem? All of the above? All I knew was that my friend was someone who needed help.
"Kyrsten. You're not mean. No... No... really... listen to me. Remember when I asked you out?"
She nodded.
"Do you remember how you turned me down?"
"No," she whispered in fear.
"What do you remember?"
"I remember thinking that I could never go out with you because... " she trailed off and looked away.
"Because, why?"
"Because... "
"Kyrsten, am I your Master?" I asked, trying a different tactic. She nodded. "Then I'm ordering you to tell me truthfully."
"I remember thinking you were a geeky loser that would ruin my reputation if I went out with you. I thought you'd be a tiny dicked wimp. I'm so sorry, Master. I couldn't have been more wrong."
I nodded. "I never knew that. And you know why I never knew that? Because you didn't tell me that. Or even hint at that. You actually THANKED me for asking you out and gently told me that you were interested in someone else but to ask again later."