Sorry for the long delay. I'll have more chapters submitted shortly. The intent was never to wall them off but I've been super lax in getting stuff up here promptly (sincere apologies). Thanks for the patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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I woke up the next day a little disoriented. Sleeping in a new place will sometimes do that to you and I wasn't used to our new, still constantly changing, surroundings. The four of us had been up halfway through the night giving each other orgasm after orgasm. The last thing I remember was Kyrsten riding me while Victoria knelt over my mouth and I worked my tongue on her. I had wanted to repay her dressing room performance with Leah and that seemed like an appropriate way to do it. She seemed to agree.
The light streamed in through the massive sliding glass door of the master bedroom. It faced south, only a wide expanse of ocean and a solitary yacht visible to remind us we weren't the only people in the world. It reminded me of our honeymoon, that slightly isolated feeling that helped to craft a relaxed, casual mood.
As I wiped my eyes, I looked over and only saw Carly next to me. She was still completely unconscious and I rolled over to hold her in my arms, gently running my hand across her swelling belly. "Mmmmrng," she murmured.
"Morning my love. Sleep as long as you want."
She snuggled back into me, pressing her ass into my morning wood. "MMk," she said. We laid like that for a while as I let my mind drift around aimlessly. I thought about everything that had changed in my life. Six months ago I was going through a horrible break up. Now I was married, a child on the way, a second wife also on the way, a serious girlfriend, a work wife... oh... and by the way, my ex girlfriend was now going to live with all of us as my sextoy. So yeah... things had changed.
That thought made my mind wander off to the future. I knew Carly wanted to have more kids. But what about Kyrsten? Louise? Victoria? Where did they all fit into this? Were they all okay raising children in practically a commune? How would the kids react? Neighbors? Friends at school? It all got me pretty twisted up inside and more than a little overwhelmed.
My thoughts were blissfully distracted by movement on the balcony outside the bedroom door. I looked up and saw the glass door slide open. Victoria was standing there wearing just the most absurdly small bikini I'd ever seen. It was a shiny silver two piece. The top was like two silver pouches under each breast, each just barely large enough to cover her nipples and held up by four thin straps that led to a band around her neck. The bottom was a very small, very revealing triangle held up by bands around her waist that were tied in a knot on each hip. I wanted to pull so badly on those knots and reveal the treasure underneath.
"How do you like my new bikini, Mr. S?" she whispered as she walked forward. My eyes kept traveling up and down her body, trying to figure out what part of her I liked the most.
"It's very nice," I said. My throat felt a lot dryer than it had a moment ago.
"I'm glad. I was worried it would be too conservative," she said with a smile.
"Uhmm... too conservative?" I asked.
"The other two bikinis are MUCH more revealing. But I wanted to ease into those, you know?" she said. I couldn't really imagine a bathing suit that would be less revealing but I sure was trying.
"I look forward to seeing that," I croaked out.
"I just want to be a good assistant, boss. I need to know I'm pleasing you in every conceivable way."
I swallowed, acutely aware of my hard cock that was currently surging against Carly's ass.
"MMmm... g'fk'er, Mstr," Carly murmured.
I smiled and kissed Carly's cheek, "I love you," I whispered.
"Lv you tu," she managed before drifting back off to dreamland. Carly was a wonderful woman but a morning person she was not. I pulled my arm off of her and rolled out of bed. Victoria extended an arm and I took her hand, leading her out to the deck overlooking our piece of the beach. No people. Just that one boat, now close to the horizon. I led her to the edge of the balcony and put her hands on it.
I traced the tattoo above her ass with my finger. "My lover reaches for my holes and my arousal overpowers me," I said, reciting the words. "What does that mean to you, slut?"
Victoria sighed quietly before saying, "It means that you control me through my holes, Master. It means that when you want me in that way, I can't help but give you whatever you want."
"It means you're a slut," I said.
"Yes, Master. It means I'm a complete slut for you. Only you have ever made me feel like this. Only you have this control over me. And there's nothing I would deny you, Mr. S. Nothing."
"Have I taken your ass yet, slut?"
"Not yet, Master."
"Bend forward," I said, pressing on her shoulders. She pressed herself forward and stuck her ass out to me. I gave it a hard smack and she yelped. "You're going to scream loud enough that our neighbors hear. Understand?" Our closest neighbor was a couple hundred yards away with some trees in between. On a windy day like today, it seemed unlikely that she'd be successful. Nevertheless, I wanted to hear Victoria scream in joy as I took her ass for the first time.
"Yessir, Mr. S," she said lustily. I pulled the strings from her hip and the tiny nothing of a garment fell loose. She didn't move, simply stood there waiting for her next instructions.
"I'm going to use your cunt for lube, slut."
"Thank you, Mr. S," she said. I slid my shaft along her cunt, feeling the juices make my cock slick. I intentionally rubbed my cock head along her clit, eliciting a loud moan of joy from my secretary slut.
"So good," she said as I teased her more. I stuck my fingers into her cunt, causing her knees to bend slightly at the pleasure. Then I pulled them out and slowly spread her ass before sliding them in, lubing up her tightest hole. I repeated the gesture with my other hand and then slid my cock slowly into her cunt a couple times.
"Beg for it, slut?" I said.
"Fuck my ass, Mr. S," she said.
"Louder," I said.
"Please... fucking pound my ass and claim my last hole, Master," she bellowed into the wind.
"Yeah... fuck her ass you big fucking stud," a familiar voice came from below. I looked down and Kyrsten was standing there wearing a pair of tiny bike shorts and a small sports bra. She looked like she'd just returned from a morning beach run. She wiped her sweaty hair from her forehead and smiled at me.
"You hear that. My fiancee wants me to pound your sweet little ass. Should I listen to her?"
Victoria pressed her ass back into me and grunted, "Please... please... I need you to use my ass to please yourself, Master. Please."
"Good girl," I whispered and I rewarded her by sliding slowly into her from behind. Her ass was like a vice, squeezing me tight. I started slow, building up for her to get used to it. With each thrust, she gave a little grunt. The grunts quickly turned to moans and, as my speed picked up t and she got used to the sensation, they changed again to squeals of pleasure.
"He's in my ass, Kyrsten. He's in my fucking ass... Oh God... Oh God... So good... I didn't realize... fuck... how good... oh God, thank you, Master."
Her encouragement and obvious joy spurred me to go faster. "I think the little slut likes it in the ass, Master," Kyrsten said from below.
"Yeah," I said as I slammed into her harder and harder. My fingers dug into her hips as I rammed into her as hard as I could.
"Oh yes... so good... Master cock in my slutty ass feels soooo good. Yess... Yesssss!" she screamed. I looked down to see Kyrsten's fingers buried in her own pants. Her eyes were fixed on the union between Victoria and I.
"Make yourself cum and I'll fill your sluttiest hole, baby."
