I know some people were wanting/expecting a long series of conquests in the tropics and, honestly, that was originally my plan but then I figured out what I think will be a decent plot going forward and dragging out that plot with six or seven chapters of just superfluous sex didn't make sense. If and when I get to where Carly's telling this side of the story, I'll be sure to better flesh out the honeymoon but, for now, the plot must go on!
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And that's pretty much how the honeymoon went. It was a whole lot of sex for me and denial for Carly. She made it her mission to find as many willing women as possible for me and she did a very good job. Honestly, Carly and Lisa managed to corral so much wanton female flesh that it all blurs together a bit. Between Lisa, Irene and the seemingly never ending parade of women, I felt gloriously drained by the end of the week. Lisa's bobbing, fiery red hair was the first thing I saw every morning. Her perfect, pouty lips wrapped around my shaft coaxing the first orgasm of every day from me. Watching her then share my load with Carly afterwards is one of those memories that will stay with me till my dying day. Irene usually joined us before brunch with news of new arrivals to the resort. News she would deliver while riding me to my second orgasm of every day. Her and Carly proved to be a pretty effective team in picking out women. There were the twins on the third night. The slutty newlywed wife on the fifth night. The mother daughter tandem on the second, fourth and (together) on the sixth night.
On the final day, Carly was looking very nervous. I pulled her into bed with me while Lisa was slurping away at Irene's widespread pussy.
"What's wrong, my love?" I asked as I stroked her hair.
"Nothing, Master. It's been a wonderful week," she said.
"Are you desperate to cum, slut?" I asked with a smirk as I gave her ass a little smack.
"Yes, Master... but that's not it," she said, giving me a tight smile.
"So there is something wrong?" I asked.
"Not really... it's dumb... It's just... well... right now you're at 7 girls and no girlfriends," she said whispering.
I laughed loudly enough that Lisa briefly looked up before Irene gripped the redheads hair and shoved her back to her dripping cunt. "Are you concerned with who that means would win?"
"Kind of," she said looking to the side. I slid my fingers down her side and between her legs. Without thinking about it, she spread her legs and my fingers found her moist center.
"God you're wet. You need to cum so bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Master. Soooo bad," she said.
"Who wins at seven and zero, babe?"
She laughed, "Nobody, Master. Nobody thought you wouldn't come back with at least one girlfriend."
I frowned, "So if I don't find a girlfriend this week, I don't have anyone looking for women for me back home? Well that's just unacceptable, isn't it?" I asked, my voice filled with mock severity.
Carly pulled off my fingers with a squelching sound and dropped to her knees. Irene and Lisa disentangled themselves and watched us. "Yes, Master. It is unacceptable. I should have warned you of what was at stake, Master. You deserved to know how critical for your future pleasure the successful seduction of an obedient slut girlfriend was, Master. I'm sorry, please punish me for my foolishness, Master."
As she looked up at me from her knees. Her eyes sparkled with glee at the game being played. Her gaze flicked to the side and I realized exactly what she was doing.
I turned to Irene and Lisa who looked up at me. Their expressions were so different. Neither of them had the love that Carly had in her eyes. A love that I'd only seen in one other woman. Even Louise didn't manage to look at me in quite the same way that Kyrsten and Carly did. But I found the way that Irene and Lisa looked at me to be almost as intoxicating. Lisa had this look of utter, slavish devotion. She gazed up at me through fiery red bangs with her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. It gave the impression of her as a wanton bimbo just waiting to be given her next sexual instruction.
Irene on the other hand had a glint of intellectual curiosity in her eyes. Of wanting to know more. Eager to know more.
It wasn't surprising, given what I'd learned about them. Irene had just finished college graduating as salutatorian from Northwestern with degrees in Biomedical Engineering and Mathematical Methods in the Social Sciences (a degree that took her 15 minutes to convince us was a real thing). She was smart, curious, eager to learn. A liked her a lot and so did Carly. In fact, she and Carly would often sit and chat in the corner while I toyed with whatever plaything they'd delivered to me for the evening.
Lisa on the other hand was quite the opposite. It wasn't that she was dumb. Far from it. She just wasn't interested in learning new things in the same way Irene was. Her passion lie in pleasing people. When she wasn't falling all over herself to please me, she was fawning over other guests. I found myself watching her during those interactions and came to realize that the bright, friendly smiles she had weren't fake. I saw them when she thought nobody was looking. The little wistful smile of a job well done.
I looked at the two of them and Irene was, not surprisingly, the first to speak, "Girlfriends?"
I nodded and sat down between the girls who instantly draped their bodies along either side of mine. Lisa's breasts enveloped my arm as I laid my hand on her hot, bare thigh. Irene, never on for subtlety, straddled my leg and start slowly riding my thigh as she licked my neck and ear. I explained the bet and what the wager was.
Irene whispered into my ear after I'd finished, "So if one of us becomes a girlfriend, your wife wins. But if BOTH of us become your girlfriend then your wife loses and your girlfriend back home wins?"
"Pretty much," I said with a sigh as Lisa started stroking my cock. I looked Carly in the eyes and she was staring back at me, rubbing her thighs together while her eyes showed only that lust fueled haze that told me she was completely lost to her denied pleasure.
"And what does it mean to be your... girlfriend... Master?" Irene whispered into my ear.
"It... it means we have an ongoing relationship, I suppose. I don't think the rules were every really spelled out."
"Master, we decided that the proper thing would simply be to let you decide who is and isn't a girlfriend. We all agreed that was the right thing to do," Carly said helpfully.
"Mmmm," Irene said as she lifted her leg and fully straddled me. Lisa didn't miss a beat, moving her arm to accommodate the lithe ethnic beauty and holding my shaft, lining it up with the dark, dripping hole between Irene's legs. Irene sank down on me and both of us groaned in pleasure. Her cunt was so tight as I filled her up, feeling her slickness drip down around me. "Will you make me your girlfriend, Mas... Master?" she asked, the hitch in her voice coming when I flexed myself inside her.
