I can't believe I've done 20 chapters of this story and still have so much more to go. Thanks again for the words of encouragement. The comments (both public and private) are super encouraging and I love the ideas (even the ones I don't incorporate). I don't know if there's another 20 to go but we'll see.
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I woke up the next day to a short text message pinging on my phone.
Louise: I had a wonderful time last night. It wasn't what I expected. Thanks.
I smiled to myself, grateful that we'd hit it off. It was weird texting back as I had that sort of excited nervousness you get when you're in the early days of a relationship. I hadn't felt that feeling in a long time. Not since Sasha, I guess. Things had happened too quickly with Carly and Kyrsten and I hadn't even been aware of the escalation in my feelings. It was different with Louise.
Me: It was wonderful for me as well. Can I see you again? Maybe Tonight?
Louise: Mr. S. So eager! Don't you have plenty of female company?
Me: I'm one or two short ;)
Louise: Tonight it is. But remember... I'm a good girl 😘😏😇😇😇😈
When I set my phone down, I glanced over at my sleeping fiance. Her long black hair cascaded down her naked back as she lay sprawled across my bed. She was softly snoring on her stomach and I stroked my fingers down her spine, tracing the ridge with a gentle stroke. She sputtered something groggily in her sleep, but otherwise didn't move as I stood to get dressed.
I wrote her a short note with some instructions and left for work.
Just as the day before, Victoria was completely professional at the office. She'd dressed much more appropriately, wearing a tight, form fitting but full-coverage dress that was both breathtaking and oddly conservative. The material was soft and thick but I could just barely make out the outlines of the garter belt she was wearing underneath. Lunch arrived quickly and I ordered a salad for Victoria and I. It wasn't uncommon for us to have working lunches but this one had an air of sexual tension to it that was almost tangible.
"Did you enjoy yesterday?" I asked, watching the beautiful, curvy brunette as she daintily ate her meal.
"Yes, Sir. Very much," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Did you think that your first time would be like that?"
"I... No... I didn't. And, truthfully, I'd have been appalled if you'd told me that was how my first time would be when I was in high school."
"I realized I don't really know much about you, Victoria. You're 25, right?"
"Yes, Sir. I was born in South Carolina but my Dad was military and we moved around quite a bit. Ended up at Norfolk for awhile before Dad got a teaching job in Annapolis. I did my four years in the Navy but I knew it wasn't for me."
"You were in the Navy?"
"Yes, Sir. Is that surprising? Did you not remember that from my resume?"
"I guess I was too busy trying not to mentally undress you."
She laughed but then frowned, "I know that's not true. You barely noticed me until recently."
"Sorry... I had a girlfriend at the time," I said.
"Yeah, you definitely can't go hitting on cute girls when you have a girlfriend," she said mischievously.
We laughed, "I don't know. Until Carly, I really didn't look at women so..."
"Lecherously?" she asked with a smile.
"How about... aggressively," I said. I put my hand on her knee and slid her dress up, revealing the garter belt underneath. And also showing a smooth, shaved, unobstructed cunt glistening with moisture.
"I like aggressive, Mr. S," she said. I kissed her softly, tasting the sweet lips that tenderly reciprocated. Compared to the soul shattering kisses that Carly laid on me, or the eager, not so subtle promises that Louise's lips and tongue had made the night before, this was so different. This kiss promised devotion and submission. Nothing more. Nothing less. She surrendered herself into me with a sigh.
As I pulled away, she didn't complain and whine. Victoria simply smoothed her skirt and said, "Thank you. When will we be able to meet up after work again? I really would like to but I'm not pressing. I know you are very busy... uhmm... juggling."
"I've got a commitment tonight. I'm taking Carly's little sister to get a tattoo. And then a date with her roommate."
She laughed again, "OOoh... what kind of tattoo?"
I paused. It wasn't exactly the kind of tattoo you told people about. But I'd already decided that I was going to embrace honesty in my relationships. When things were as complicated as I'd managed to make them, further adding complexity with layers of falsehood just felt like a bad idea. "It's a tattoo to mark her submission."
"You're sleeping with your fiance's sister?" I nodded and she asked, "Got a bit of yellow fever, Mr. S?"
"What? No... it's just..." I noticed she was smirking at me and I relaxed, "They both manage to push my buttons."
"By being submissive?"
"Yes, actually."
"And getting tattoos? You find that sexy?"
"On some girls..." I said with caution.
"What about me? If you saw a tattoo on me, what would you think?"
I paused, "I've already seen that you don't have one."
"What would you think though? What if you saw a good, Christian girl like me with a tattoo right here?" she said and she traced a line from the outside of her breast down to the top of her hips. I tried to imagine it.
"What would it be of?"
"My favorite bible verse," she said, "Song of Solomon seven, ten. 'I belong to my love and his desire is for me.' "
"I think I'd like that?"
"Is that better or worse than my second favorite verse on the small of my back?"
I laughed, "What would that be?"
"My beloved thrusts his hand through the hole and my bowels are moved for him," she said with an absolutely wicked smile.
"That can't be real," I said incredulously.
"Song of Solomon five, four," she said holding up her fingers in the "Scout's Honor" sign. "So which is hotter, Mr. S?"
"Uhh... both... I don't know... they're both... uhmm... yeah," I said, feeling the heat in the room. What was with the girls leaving me flustered today?
"Hrmm... I'll think about it. Can I come tonight and make a decision later?"
"Wait... you want to get a tattoo tonight? That's a little quick, Victoria," I cautioned. Despite knowing her for several years, I couldn't help but feel like the little warning klaxon at the back of my mind was firing off.
"I'm sure it feels like that to you but I've been thinking about this my whole life and I've been thinking about you for the last two years. I know all that I need to know. Besides, it's not like I'm getting something like, 'Jay's Sex Slave' or something."
She was surprisingly close with what I had planned for Sherry. But she was right. A tattoo like she described wasn't actually that big a deal in the abstract. She wasn't getting my face on her back or anything. Just a verse from the most popular book on Earth. I nodded and she grinned.
"Thank you, Mr. S. You'll love it. I'm sure," she whispered huskily.
"I think I need a little relief, Victoria. Get under my desk," I said and she eagerly obeyed. Her technique wasn't flawless like several of my other girls but that was to be expected. What she lacked in inexperience she attempted to make up for in enthusiasm and attention to detail. I watched her study me, taking the shaft into her mouth slowly and carefully. Listening to my breathing and testing my reaction. "Good girl," I told her and she cooed softly, emboldened by the encouragement. I snapped a quick picture of her and texted it to Carly.
Me: You were right about Victoria.
Carly: Your cock looks so big in her tiny little mouth, Master.
Her reply came so quickly that I was sure she was watching or reading something on her phone when I texted. Curiosity evaporated from my mind, however, as Victoria sunk down on my cock again, pushing into the back of her throat. She sputtered and coughed, pulling off my cock with a small frown of disappointment. "It takes time to learn to deep throat. You'll get there," I said encouragingly. She nodded and wiped the spit from her face, smearing her lipstick slightly before resuming her task. Inspiration struck me and I gestured for her to continue while I picked up my phone. "Daphne? Hey. Can you come down here for a minute please?"
Dave's assistant and my personal office fuck toy sauntered in a few minutes later. She was dressed to kill with a tight, short black dress that was very close to a sexy cocktail dress. She always dressed that way at the office. She figured out exactly where the line was and made sure to stand directly on it... sometimes even metaphorically leaning over. That was what she was doing today. She walked in and paused for a moment, seeing the young woman sucking my cock under my glass topped desk. She couldn't recognize Victoria from that position and it amused me to watch her try to figure out who it was.
"Yes, Sir?" she asked, hands behind her back and tits poking out. "What can I do for you?"
"Let's have a race. If you cum before I do, I'll give you Friday off. If you cum after I do, you owe me a favor."