Sorry for the break. This batch has taken a little longer than I expected to work out a couple things. Note: The next chapter won't be in Interracial but it'll come back here after that. It just will cover a topic that some people might be really bothered by and I wanted to avoid upsetting anyone.
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I woke up the next morning to a sadly empty bed. Carly had left a note for me taped to her bedroom door.
"Master, I had to go to work and didn't want to wake you. Please use my roommates for your pleasure today and then take out all your frustrations on me when I get home. I'm hopeful that today is the last time I ever disappoint you. Your loving slut, Carly.
PS Check your phone so you can see what I wore to work"
I looked at my phone and saw the message she'd sent me. It was a short video of her in front of the mirror. She was wearing a little flouncy red skirt and plain white t-shirt. I could see the flirtiness in her eyes as she pulled up the shirt, showing me her naked tits. And then repeated the show with the skirt, revealing her smooth, wet cunt. She finished her little show by rotating around to show me her hot little ass and the base of the butt plug she'd put in her tight hole.
I simply replied to the text with:
Me: My dumb slut is going to be pretty horny when she gets home.
Carly: 😈
I cleaned myself up, brushing my teeth in her bathroom before looking around her room. I was feeling a little nosy so I started poking around at her things. It was weird, I knew she wouldn't care about the invasion of privacy and yet I still felt like I should respect those boundaries. Nevertheless, I looked through her clothes and drawers, checking out the clothes she had. I was pretty impressed. There was a lot of obviously new clothing that she'd purchased and virtually all of it was sexy and slutty looking. Corsets, negligees, g-strings and lacy bras. She had a whole collection of chokers hanging from her mirror as well as a drawer full of stockings and garter belts.
Inspiration struck me as I was looking through her closet. I spent fifteen minutes reordering her clothes from what I liked least to what I liked most. Job done, I took a selfie of myself, completely nude, with the closet in the background and sent it to her:
Me: Reorganized your closet. Proper clothes on the left. Unacceptable clothes on the right. Love you.
Carly: 💦Thank you, Master. Now go have fun and stick that cock in something tight and willing.
My work done, I started to hear someone moving around in the house followed immediately by the perfect, sublime smell of bacon filling the air. I wandered out into the hallway, not bothering to put on any clothes, and feeling a little like the cartoon wolf who floats along towards that delicious, beckoning aroma. Natalie was standing there with her back to me and the sight was glorious. Her all white ensemble of a lacy garter belt and stockings with some nice strappy high heels along with a lacy bra. The color contrast with her dark skin was very pronounced and quite hot. Her curvy hips and ample ass were well framed by the garter belt and her tits bounced gently as she moved.
She must have sensed I was there as she turned around to look at me. I could see her hard, dark nipples through the transparent cups of her brassiere. They poked out, already begging for attention. "Bold decision to make bacon wearing so little," I said with a grin, not removing my eyes from the perky little tits.
She reached up and yanked on the door to the microwave. "Microwave bacon, Master. Almost as good with half the time and 90% less kitchen mess," she smiled as she pulled the plate out holding it out as an offering to me. I took a piece and tried it. Not as crispy as bacon should be, but good nonetheless. I nodded my approval and went to sit on the couch as she finished making the rest of our breakfast.
She moved quickly through the kitchen, popping some biscuits into the oven, pouring the batter for pancakes. She kicked a drawer closed behind her as she leaned into the refrigerator for orange juice. She clearly had done this before and looked very happy and natural, despite her slightly awkward footwear.
My voyeuristic revery was interrupted by another entry to the room. Alex was walking softly down the hall wearing very little. She had on a black g-string that would rival dental floss for the minimalist coverage award. She also had on a black, lace, half-cup, bra that cupped her breasts, presenting them to anyone watching which in this case was an intrigued audience of one. She'd done her hair up in a tight bun, holding it up with chopsticks. A nice homage to her heritage, I thought. But her long, slender, pale neck was beautifully exposed revealing the sexy, wiry choker she wore. My eyes flicked between the two of them, wondering if they'd coordinated their outfits. The cloth to skin contrast of the two girls was very stark and very eye catching. Alex walked to me, intentionally putting each foot in front off the other to maximize the sway of her hips. It was almost hypnotic. When she stood in front of me, she put her hands to her hips and said, "Like anything you see, stud?"
I reached my hand out and slid my fingers up her lithe thighs to her warm cunt that was only barely covered by the limited fabric. I rubbed it, noting the way her eyes fluttered slightly. "I like EVERYTHING I see, slut."
She stood there, enjoying my touch as my fingers traced across her flesh. I found my way up to the characters scrawled in an arc across the skin below her belly button. There were eight characters expertly drawn with an arrow that pointed unsubtly down to her cunt. "What does this mean?" I asked, tracing each character.
"Second best hole," she said, her voice barely a whisper as my touch teased her.
"Mmm... and what's the best hole, slut?"
"Maybe you can try them all and find out," she said lustily.
"And the one on your back?" I asked, grabbing her hips and spinning her around. I pulled her onto my lap and she started grinding immediately against my cock while I traced the characters down her spine. I counted them as my fingers descended, the thirteen symbols were even more ornately etched, each one having tiny little details that you only saw up close.
"You can't afford this cunt," she said as she ground into me.
"Really?" I said, letting my fingers work around and tweak her nipples from behind, "You didn't cost that much last night."
"Maybe you still paid more than you had to for me," she said. She turned around and flashed me a smile before hopping up and dancing away into the kitchen. "Breakfast ready?" she asked of Natalie. She walked up and gave her roommate a little smack on her nice thick ass, causing it to jiggle for a moment.
"Keep yourself under control, bitch," Natalie responded but there was no malice in her voice, "I'm almost finished."
Alex responded by simply grabbing a couple pieces of bacon and a quick sip of orange juice before returning to me. She sank down to her knees in front of me and wordlessly started sucking my cock. It was a languid, sensuous blow job and I simply relaxed and enjoyed it with my eyes closed and head back.. A couple minutes later, I heard Natalie approach. She didn't say anything, just sat next to me on the couch and began feeding me breakfast like I was some kind of sultan. It wasn't hard to imagine, given the way my life had been going for the last couple months. I'd gone from a recent bad breakup with a long term girlfriend to fucking five... no... six women in less than two months.
"Tell me, Natalie," I said, sliding my hand along her thigh, "What's going through your mind right now?"
I could feel her tremble next to me as she continued to feed me. Her voice came out haltingly, embarrassed by the thoughts let alone being forced to stay the words. "Master, I can't stop thinking of you that way. You've flipped a switch in me. I understand Carly more now, Master. How she can want to make her life devoted to you. How she could love you after only a short time. Even how she can be not jealous of other women sharing your cock."
Alex stopped for a second and looked up, "I don't. I'm jealous as fuck that anyone gets this cock. But it's super hot that you have all these sluts lined up begging for it," she said as she resumed being exactly one of those sluts.
