I know some of you don't like the direction that the story has taken. I get that. I never expected this story to grow to where it has but all the positive comments have kept it going long past the originally planned arc. If I could do it over, I'd probably rename it but that ship has sailed.
However, rest assured that there WILL be a renewed emphasis on Carly and the other core girls. Maybe I'll jump the shark at some point but the current story arc has a broad outline that'll last another 15 or so chapters. Hopefully you like it. I understand if you don't. Thanks either way for the wild ride ;)
Carly and I got settled into our new house quickly. It really was a beautiful home. Now that the nerves of home buying were behind us, we both agreed that we'd made an excellent decision. We spent the first few hours in the house simply planning things out. The dining room is here. The living room is there. We'll need a couch over here and the TV over there. We had the most fun planning out the bedroom situation. The master bedroom was huge. Nearly as big as my New York condo. The master bath had a huge jacuzzi tub and a giant walk in shower. Both easily big enough for three people. Carly wanted a four posted bed for reasons that should be obvious. There was a door that connected the master bedroom to one of the other bedrooms upstairs. We knew that would be Kyrsten's room at least until the baby arrived. Three other bedrooms upstairs provided ample sleeping space and guest accommodations.
We spent an entire afternoon at a Miami furniture store picking out things for our, currently very spartan, home. Then there was a lot of unpacking, a lot of trips into town for random little things and a lot of christening. Carly wanted to make sure that she was the first one to get fucked in every single room of the house. The only exception made was for Kyrsten's room which we both felt should be deflowered by Kyrsten and I. In fact, we'd been so busy with all the first time fuckings, we'd actually not yet done it in our own bed. The floor, the shower, even the bathroom countertop. But our bed had remained oddly virgin.
On the third night Carly and I were in the hot tub that looked out over our part of the beach. Our little slice of heaven. Carly was straddling me and lazily riding me. "Are you excited for tomorrow, Master?"
"I am," I said as she gyrated her hips on me. For anyone who's ever had sex in a pool or hot tub, it's terrible lubricant. It's more about the bodies moving against each other than the pounding and thrusting that we normally engaged in. I'm not sure I like it better but it was an interesting change of pace.
"You're looking forward to fucking someone besides me?" she asked with a sexy, teasing voice.
"I am," I said simply as I leaned back and let her work on me.
"Who are you looking forward to fucking the most, Master?"
"Kyrsten," I said quickly. It wasn't even a close question. Kyrsten was finally ready to move in. She was driving down in a UHaul and, in 24 hours, and we'd be moving her into our house. Victoria was also flying in and I had strong, evolving feelings for her. But Kyrsten was one of the three loves of my life and I missed her greatly. I also knew from the multiple video chats that she was ready to crawl out of her skin from her denied arousal. She'd been edging every night for nearly two weeks while watching me fuck Carly or one of the other girls in New York. She'd practically broken down in sobbing pleas last night while I unloaded all over Carly's face. I could still hear her saying, "Ineedit, ineedit, ineedit," in my head.
"You still want me to stay behind and get things ready, right?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked. My mind was a million different places but somehow Carly managed to contract her cunt around me and bring me entirely into focus on her gorgeous face. "Do you want to come along to pick up Victoria?"
"No... well, yes, of course I do. But the Sheriff stopped by yesterday and asked me if I'd talk to Chloe like we talked about."
"Oh... that's good," I said. I wasn't particularly looking forward to a 90 minute car ride by myself but it would be nice to have some alone time.
"She's very pretty, you know."
"I guess," I said as Carly gyrated on top of me.
"You guess?" she said.
"Fine... she's smoking hot but she's a fucking bitch," I said. I grabbed Carly's hips and flexed myself within her. Carly moaned and tightened even further around me. It was like she was trying to communicate how much she needed me with just her pussy.
"Don't judge too harshly, Master. She lost her mother and that changes a person. Especially to lose them right in the middle of becoming an adult."
"I guess," I said. Carly simply kept riding me slowly. Moving her hips back and forth and squeezing me. "But don't go trying to seduce her. The last thing I need is get on the wrong side of the Sheriff before we even hit the one week mark."
"You're right, of course, Master. We should wait until at least two weeks before you're fucking the Sheriff's daughter."
"Scheming bitch," I whispered as my lips found the swell of Carly's breasts. I latched onto her nipple, taking it between my teeth and teasing her gently.
"Thank you, Master. But only scheming FOR you. Never again... oh... against you," she said, moaning as I bit her nipple gently. I felt her cunt clench around my cock in reward and repeated the action on the other nipple. The reaction was even more pronounced the second time.
"And what about the pastor's wife? You could corrupt her... ooohhh... or her daughter... ahhhh... yes... the daughter. You like that idea," she said.
"That obvious?" I asked, aware of how hard my cock was inside my lovely, sexy wife.
"Your cock felt like it surged to a foot long when I mentioned... ohhh... fucking... ahhh... the pastor's hot little daughter... oh fuck... Master."
After that, we had no more words. Carly gyrated and ground herself harder and faster on me, moaning and gasping as she tried to get every single millimeter of me as deep as possible. We stayed like that, languidly fucking in the hot water until I felt the fire rise inside me. I picked her up and she hooked her legs around me as I stood out of the water. Two steps later and I dropped her on a lounge chair and drove hard and deep into her, making her scream out into the cool, quiet night.
After we finished, we lay there naked in the chair. The cool air felt wonderful on my hot, sweaty skin. Carly felt even better as I held her from behind and we enjoyed the intimate closeness. "You still happy with the decision to move here, Master?"
"Yeah... just worried is all."
"Things will be better when Kyrsten gets here," she said as she turned her head and gave me a long, sensual kiss. "You need your fiancee, don't you?"
"And my girlfriend," I said. "I miss Louise almost as much as Kyrsten."
"Don't forget your slutty work wife," she said.
"Or my ex girlfriend sex slave?"
"We're going to have a very full house soon, Master."
"Well... Kyrsten will be splitting time in Miami and Louise will probably only be here on the weekends."
"Ohh... poor Master. You'll only have three three holed sluts to keep your cock busy. Whatever will you do?"
I snaked my hand up from her chest and lightly encircled her neck, "Are you mocking me, bitch?"
"Never, Master. Just pointing out that we're going to have to recruit some local sluts... I wonder where we could find some some nice, young, fresh pussy for you. Hrmmm," she said as she put her finger to her chin in an exaggerated gesture of faux contemplation.
"You seem determined to get us run out of town."
"I'm sorry, Master. I just don't want your perfect, white cock to be neglected."
"No seduction without my permission. Understand?"
