Chapter 204: Chapter 29: Seis de Mayo Redux
-- SATURDAY, MAY 6, 2006 --
12:39 AM
I was about to command 'Do it, Elyse' into the microphone, but before I could speak, I saw that such a command was unnecessary.
In the past, Elyse had always required extra prodding in order to get her to suck dick. Even after years of knowing what she was supposed to do when an erect cock was presented in front of her face, her abhorrence for such an act always made her hesitate. She NEVER swallowed a cock first thing, always staring at it in disgust before shooting a pleading look in my direction, as if that day would for some reason be the first day I became merciful and let her off the hook. I never did, of course, but the girl still hoped. I never did because I loved the look of nausea on her face as she opened her mouth and got force-fed a few inches of man meat. If she were just another slut who handed out blowjobs like they were quarters into a slot machine, I probably wouldn't make her do it so much. Maybe I'm repeating myself, but it really was such a power trip to put Elyse in a situation where SHE made the decision to have a dick in her mouth, knowing how much she hated it. I wasn't forcing her, not really. She had a choice; she always had a choice. And the fact that she kept choosing MY choice was as delicious as it gets.
At least it used to be. Now, it wasn't so delicious anymore. Elyse didn't require a command today; she simply opened her mouth and gagged as Sebastian skewered her throat with his dick. It felt to me that she was no longer making the decision to have a dick in her mouth; she merely accepted what was being done TO her. The tears rolling down her cheeks were from a lack of oxygen, not sadness over her degradation. And she listlessly allowed him to fuck her face without the slightest bit of hesitation or resistance.
Too easy. Not exciting. Not entertaining.
Elyse moved as the hands directed her, and she sat down on Mario's dick as casually as if she were squatting over a shit pit beneath an outhouse. She barely reacted when Toby's dick penetrated her ass, other than to take a deep breath around a mouthful of Sebastian's cock and sigh in resignation while the three guys began drilling into her.
Borrring.
She was too compliant. Too lethargic. Even after nearly two weeks in my house, Elyse still wasn't eating well and looked to be in no better shape than when she'd arrived. Perhaps I should have known better – time spent as one of Jasper's sex dolls would break anybody – but it was still a disappointment to see Elyse perform so poorly.
I shook my head and sighed. If it wasn't for her life insurance situation still not yet resolved (I could seriously use that money), I'd have been sorely tempted to send Elyse back to Jasper. She certainly wasn't of much other use to me, not anymore. Sure, I still fucked her occasionally when I felt the urge to use somebody, but she'd long lost her appeal to me as a girlfriend. And now that she wasn't even any good to me as a throwaway party favor, the idea of putting her in a situation where she'd O.D. and put herself out of her misery while simultaneously fattening my bank account sounded more and more tempting.
Shaking my head, I turned to Cameron and barked, "Get her out of there; she doesn't have it anymore. Go get Mary wired up and send her in instead."
Cameron blinked in surprise and pointed to herself as if asking, 'Who, me?'
I rolled my eyes and let my head drop backwards as I groaned at the ceiling. It was habit for me to give such commands to Cameron as she'd become my right-hand woman for a few years now, even more so after I got tired of and dismissed Miranda. Cameron managed the harem on "get-together" nights, ran the Ready Room, and oversaw every girl getting wired on meth, personally checking each of them like a bartender ready to cut off the next patron who looked like he'd had enough.
Or at least, she used to. But not anymore. Now I kept her by my side at all times. Ever since Mom died less than two weeks ago I could scarcely bear to let Cameron out of my sight, even for something as simple as escorting a meth-slut out of the Voyeur Room.
Staying by my side had initially been HER choice. Some kind of mothering instinct combined with a fear of abandonment had made her quite clingy when Mom first suffered her stroke. That same instinct had kicked in once we returned from the hospital with Mom's body remaining behind in the hospital morgue. Despite all the turmoil of the previous 24 hours, from me finding her cunt full of cum to my beating of Rebecca and all the hate and distrust that followed after, SHE had come to my bedroom and cried herself to sleep holding me in her arms. I'd cried too, and we'd isolated ourselves from the others for the rest of the week.
But then last Friday Sam asked if I was cancelling my usual "get-together". Very few outsiders knew what had happened. Shit, very few outsiders knew my Mom had even BEEN in the house all that time, and those at least partially in the dark included Mary, Judene, Jessica, and Audrey. My "girlfriends" had known that the middle-aged vegetable in the third-floor bedroom was Cameron's mom, but the four of them didn't know she'd been MY stepmother, too. And if THEY didn't know, well you can understand that almost nobody else knew, either.
Cameron wanted to cancel the "get-together". I disagreed. She got mad at me for dishonoring Mom's memory. I told her I was moving on.
And I was.
Sure, for a long time I'd wanted to keep Mom alive in the hope that she could eventually come back to us. I'd spent a boatload of money and researched the best possible solutions for bringing about her recovery. But she was dead now, and I was over it. The fractional chance of her coming back to be my Mom again had been reduced to zero, and she no longer mattered.
I understood that Cameron needed to mourn. I understood that she couldn't let go as easily as I had. Truthfully, I'd thought she'd given up a long time ago, but I guess Mom actually dying had sparked the last little bit of emotion Cameron had left.
So I let her off the hook. I gave her the night off and Sam lent me Tiffin, his right-hand girl, to take Cameron's place. And the party went on.
Cameron stayed downstairs on the third floor the whole weekend. The only time she came out was for Mom's memorial service last Saturday afternoon. It was a small service: just her, me, and Rebecca. Rebecca was there as moral support for Cameron, and the girls told me that morning that Kelly also wanted to come. I forbade it, of course; Kelly and I didn't get along anymore. In fact, I was pretty pissed that Cameron had even called Kelly, and the minute we got back from the service, I decided to confiscate her cell phone.
Cameron wasn't happy about that. She'd started to bluster and whine about her rights to her own phone, but I called Jessica over and promptly backhanded the 22-year-old trailer trash across the face, knocking her to the floor. Cameron had stopped squawking immediately and turned to help the younger girl. But Jessica had held a hand palm out to Cameron and bitched, "Stop pissing him off already! This is YOUR fault!"
Cameron had been horrified. I'd helped Jessica to her feet, and I promptly kissed her and gave her a proud smile. I doted on Jessica for the rest of the day, treated her like a princess, and let her stay by my side everywhere I went. I also kept her on my arm for the rest of the night, even when Lexi and her friends came by for my usual Saturday evening "get-together".
Sure, I romanced my newest girlfriend, but I made clear to Lexi that my evening plans also included Jessica tonight and watched to see how she'd react. Perhaps some of Cameron's warnings about Lexi not being the type to succumb to my lifestyle had taken root, because I found myself not particularly caring whether or not Lexi would eventually join the harem or just walk away. I could already tell a seismic shift had taken place in my world with Mom's death and Cameron's recent rebellion, and I knew that things would never be the same. Fortunately for me, Lexi decided to play, and I rewarded her by inviting her to spend the night with me instead of going home with her friends.
Jessica spent the night with us, too. Life with me was a meritocracy, after all.
Sunday morning, Cameron met me at the front door with her bags packed. She told me in no uncertain terms that she was leaving, that with Mom gone nothing else was holding her to this place anymore. She told me she'd always love me, that I'd always be her little brother, but that she couldn't stand by the person I'd become.
I didn't hurt her, not really. It was easy to twist her arm behind her back and steal her car keys. And it was just as easy to keep that arm twisted behind her back as I frog-marched her into one of the guest bedrooms with the custom door that could be locked from the outside.
Sam and Sang arrived that afternoon. I'd told them Cameron was a flight risk and they helped me secure the house so that she wouldn't be able to get access to a vehicle, which included locking Cameron in her own bedroom from the outside. I called all the girls together and assured them I'd make them pay quite personally and quite painfully if they were to help her escape or even stand by idly and LET Cameron get out on her own through their inaction. Unless Cameron figured out how to rock climb over the edge of the cliff, the only real exits from the house were out the front door or through the backyard. And Sam called one of his thugs to stay on guard on the top floor and watch those two exits.
It took Cameron three days to get used to the idea of being my prisoner. The first day she just yelled and screamed at me to let her go. The second day she started negotiating, trying to guilt me over what I was doing to her and reminding me that she made almost sixty grand at a job I wasn't letting her go to when our household still needed the money, even if caring for Mom would no longer be an expense. The third day I told her to give me a blowjob and that I was prepared to beat Rebecca to pieces if she didn't.
Cameron cried, but she did it. That first time was also only time she threw up on the floor immediately after, probably because I made Rebecca clean up the mess. I reassured Cameron that I loved her, that she was my only family left, and that I couldn't bear to have her leave me too. I told her that I wanted things between us to stay the same as they'd been the last several years, and that if she wouldn't threaten to run away again, she could have all of her old freedoms back.
Only then did I finally let Cameron out of her room, under the condition that she remain by my side at all times except whenever I was fucking someone else. During those times, Cameron stayed locked in her bedroom, out of sight. I wasn't worried about her contacting anyone or somebody helping her out. The other girls, even Rebecca, were under strict orders to not give Cameron access to one of their cell phones nor let her use a computer, and we didn't have any landline units.
That was Wednesday night, and to her credit she didn't make a single escape attempt. Thursday and Friday passed without incident, and it felt like things were returning to routine. When it came time for Friday night's "get-together", I thought we might finally get back to normal. In time, maybe I'd learn to trust her again. In time, maybe she'd learn that life with me was better than the alternative.
Of course, maybe she wouldn't, but I was patient. We'd find out eventually.
In the meantime, I still had a show to watch. Tiffin had efficiently gotten Elyse out of the Showroom and back to the Ready Room where she could disappear beneath a cloud of smoke. Mary was wired and naked and ready for action while Sebastian, Toby, and Mario circled around her with leering grins. And unlike vacant-eyed, listless Elyse, Mary was grinning and preening and only too prepared to put on a performance that would make me happy.
Still, I would need one more thing to make the scene complete.
Sliding my chair back, I unzipped my pants and pushed them and my shorts down to my knees. My growing prick bobbed up in the air at about a forty-five degree angle, not fully erect but certainly aroused. I looked up at Cameron with an expectant look, and at first I thought she'd refuse. But after a moment's hesitation and a resigned sigh, my gorgeous ex-stepsister moved in front of me and sank to her knees.
Maybe things would work out after all.
11:12 AM
The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left, and I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but as my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into the cleft of her naked ass.
Feeling her presence spooned against my chest, a wave of pure bliss spread across my body. Hey, I LIKE waking up with someone. So much of my early life had been spent alone, isolated, an outsider amongst my peers. Dad kept moving us when I was a kid and I never got the chance to make and keep friends. Being small and uncoordinated had put me at the bottom of the social food chain, and it wasn't until my sophomore year of high school that I finally started to fit in.
Things were different now. I was at the center of my social clique, not an outsider. I wasn't a scrawny little kid getting bullied anymore; -I- was the bully, the 800-pound gorilla in the room who always got his way. And instead of being some teenage dweeb jerking off to Peeping Tom glimpses, I had the power to influence gorgeous young women to spend their nights naked in my bed.
Such had been my life for some time now. I really couldn't remember the last time I'd woken up alone. It was probably back when I was still living in the old family house, the one Mom had sold just to keep up with her mounting medical bills. Ever since coming to this house I'd always had a girlfriend or three to snuggle up with, and my life was much better for it. Of course, one drawback to having a harem of five willing sluts to be my cum receptacles and nighttime snuggle bears was trying to remember which ones I'd bedded down with.
The problem with having a clearly defined "type" was that all of my girls were pretty similar: tall, brunette, green eyes. They even had similar facial structures and body types, a general physical form I mentally categorized as "Cameron-esque". But even amongst similar beauties there were variations.
Old Mary was the most curvaceous with D-cup tits and wide hips. Being with her made me want to motorboat my face in her melons and make her extra fat jiggle while I pounded her.
Young Audrey was at the other end of the spectrum, standing only 5'8" with firm B-cups. She was the skinniest of the girls, which always made me want to bend her in half and try to break her with the intensity of my fucking.
Bitchy Judene was the tallest, only an inch shorter than Cameron's 6'0", and she was a little bustier. Empirically, she was the prettiest of the harem, and she certainly acted like she knew it. Fucking her was a power struggle sometimes, and every now and again I liked the challenge.
Lovely Rebecca was physically the closest to Cameron, with delicate features and intense eyes. Early on I'd actually had feelings for her, but maybe those were just misplaced emotions because of her physical resemblance.
But I already knew my current snuggle bear wasn't any of those four. While I cuddled myself against my paramour's naked back, cupped her breast, and rubbed her hip, I awoke just enough to remember last night's activities and remember which two I'd gone to bed with.
Now you may be doing the math in your head: Five harem girls, four of them eliminated, but I'm still with two of them? There must be someone else.
No, Cameron hadn't joined us. While she'd slept with me in the immediate aftermath of Mom's death, those nights were about comfort, not sex. Cameron never spent the night with me AND another girl, and she certainly wasn't about to start now that I'd made her a prisoner in her own home.
And no, I hadn't invited Elyse into my bedroom, either. While I hadn't been shy about seizing her and shoving it into her at my slightest whim (girl's gotta pay her rent, right?), she wasn't 'harem' anymore and didn't deserve the honor of sharing my bed, especially after her decidedly UN-entertaining performance last night.
No, the young lady joining Jessica and me last night was of course my new girlfriend Lexi, and it was the fresh-faced teenager I was dry-humping right now. Both girls were built similarly, but trailer trash Jessica had the bigger bust, with tits almost as big as Mary's. Lexi's C-cups were smaller but firmer, and my palm had already told me which size I was holding.
Lexi was still asleep but beginning to wake as my hand firmed up around her left breast. I pressed my head forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. I exhaled softly, tickling the back of her neck before touching my lips to it, causing a shiver to run up and down her body.
She moaned as she began to come awake. I slid my right hand up from her hip, gliding my fingers along her skin and up to palm her right breast as well. And gripping both round boobs, I put a little more effort into dry humping her ass, feeling the crease of her buttocks fold around my rod.
"Mmm, is that for me?" Lexi breathed softly once she awoke and felt me hot-dogging her buns.
"All yours, sugar," I breathed before sliding myself a little lower and using my hand to guide my cockhead toward her moist folds.
Lexi moaned as I entered her, the way still slick from the load I'd dumped into her last night. She shivered as I embraced her more tightly, sliding my left hand across her chest to her right breast and wrapping my right arm around her waist. And she craned her neck around so that I could kiss her.
Breaking the kiss, I put a little more energy into my thrusts as I reveled in her tightness. She cooed as I held her tightly, but a moment later I grabbed a pillow and rolled us forward so that she was face-down on the mattress, with the pillow supporting her hips at a good angle for me to fuck her from behind. Raising myself up on my arms, I spread her legs with my knees and really started to drive myself into her tight cunt, harder and harder.
If you'd asked me two weeks ago whether or not I believed Lexi would still be my girlfriend, I'd have told you I wasn't sure. I usually eased a potential girlfriend into certain revelations about my lifestyle, got them to fall in love with me before unveiling what would usually be deal breakers for most. Sure, Lexi had managed that first threesome with Audrey without serious complaint, but it could still be quite the shock for a girl to learn that I had a stable full of fuck-buddies on the side. After all, didn't every little girl dream of finding her Prince Charming and keeping him all to herself?
It was Elyse who had gone and blown up my whole timetable, forcing me to do a lot of explaining and a lot of reassuring Lexi that my love was for her and her alone. But even though Lexi had seemed satisfied by my explanations, I could tell she was second-guessing whether or not she really wanted to be in a relationship with a meth-kingpin playboy who had live-in fuck-buddies on the side.
I doubted that she'd stick around long-term, actually. Cameron was right: Lexi wasn't an addict, like Elyse or Judene. She wasn't an uneducated lost soul with no better prospects, like Jessica, Audrey, or Mary. If anything, she was a regular girl with regular dreams, a student like Rebecca had been. And Rebecca had fallen in love with a different Carter, the guy I'd been when I still had a Mom, someone to act as my conscience.
I wasn't going to push Lexi away or anything, and indeed she'd come back that Saturday night to watch Judene get fucked six ways from Sunday and go down on me while I watched. But I was mentally preparing to cut my losses when Mom had died. Grief had put me out of contact for the rest of the week, and I didn't answer any of Lexi's texts or calls for that entire time.
She had no way of knowing that my Mom had died, of course, and after almost a week out of contact she'd started to freak out that I didn't like her anymore. Staying out of contact turned out to be the best possible move I could have made, as I'd unintentionally pulled off the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" ploy. Perhaps she had some abandonment issues, like an absent father or some such, because when she felt her bad boy boyfriend pulling away from her, Lexi decided to accelerate her agenda. And she showed up for last Friday's "get-together" determined to "win" me back.
I'd apologized for my absence, explaining that I'd needed to deal with some personal matters, but that they hadn't changed my feelings for her. We'd fucked and I'd sent her home happy, and then she promptly showed up the next night as well. That was the night I'd backhanded Jessica and then treated her like a princess for the rest of the night. Lexi acted like a perfectly obedient harem girl, and I spent the night with them both.
Lexi had already gone home by the time Cameron tried to pull her escape act, but she was back for Sunday night's party. And then she came back on Monday ... and Tuesday ... and Wednesday and Thursday as well.
I tested her repeatedly, pushing her boundaries to see what she could and couldn't handle and Lexi passed with flying colors. She was a girl in love, don't ask me why, and she was apparently willing to do anything to make me happy. Have a lesbian three-way with Audrey and Jessica? No problem. Get DP'd by me and Sam? Okay, she needed a meth hit or two, but she was willing to do it for me. Get doggy-pounded by Sang while watching Judene give me a blowjob? Um ... okay ... It was a week of getting her eyes opened to everything I was really about, but in the time I'd been out of contact she'd apparently decided to go all in and put her heart on the line. And at the end of the week, she was still here and still in my bed.
And so was Jessica, at least for right now. My tattooed busty brunette babe with the D-cup breasts woke up while I was fucking Lexi, and she molded those big boobs against my back while nibbling on my neck and rubbing my pecs. She turned my head and shoved her tongue down my throat, spurring me to fuck Lexi harder and harder and harder. And since this would be my first nut of the morning, I quickly sped up to rabbit-speed and rutted away until blasting my gooey, sticky wad into my teenage girlfriend's messy cunt.
Jessica smirked and pecked my nose before letting me pull out and slide off the bed. Then, she rolled Lexi onto her back and ducked down to begin slurping out the creampie.
I watched the two of them go at it while Lexi moaned and turned to stare at me while pressing down on the back of Jessica's head to make the girl shove her tongue even deeper. But then nature called and I walked away to go urinate. I did my business and carefully washed my hands, but I didn't wipe up my prick and returned to the bedroom to find my girls making out while waiting for my return.
Sitting up against the headboard, I gestured down to my prick and told Lexi, "Why don't you get me ready to fuck Jessica, sugar?"
My new girlfriend responded eagerly with a smile and bent over to take me into her mouth, but she stopped immediately and her nose wrinkled at the taste of my unwashed prick, and she quickly tried to back off.
I say "tried" because my hands were already trapping her head against my crotch. "Clean me up and get me ready to fuck Jessica, sugar," I ordered with coldness in my eyes. It wasn't the first time I'd taken this tone with her in the past week, and I didn't plan on it being the last.
Lexi hesitated for a second, staring back at me with just a hint of a plea. But apparently she decided that pleasing me was more important than her distaste for a urine-flecked penis, and she closed her eyes and swallowed thickly. She fellated my cock and soon enough, it had grown to full-mast. And when she finally pulled her mouth off me, I patted her head and gave her a proud smile. "Good girl."
She beamed to see me so pleased.
"Now as a reward, why don't you sit up here, and I'll make Jessica go down on you while I fuck her from behind."
Lexi grinned.
Win-win.
12:44 PM
Cameron and I sat side-by-side at the dining table, finishing up the tail end of our Saturday breakfast, even if we hadn't started eating until after noon. It was the first meal of the day for either of us, since I'd slept in late and spent the better part of an hour fucking Lexi and Jessica. And of course, Cameron had been locked in her bedroom all morning, not to be let out until I was there to be her escort. Keeping her by my side at all times, you'll remember.
Cameron didn't complain about her isolation, and she didn't speak much in general. I could tell she was still unhappy with her restrictions and the sense of being treated like a prisoner in her own home, but I still had faith that she'd eventually come around. She loved me, after all. We were "family".
At least Rebecca was around for conversation. She was still my favorite cook, and she'd been on her best behavior ever since I beat the crap out of her. Sure, she was less affectionate and far more wary of me than she'd ever been, but that was to be expected. I'd never hurt her that badly before, and even though the blame lay squarely with Cameron, I could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at me.
Our sex in the last week had been a little mechanical, but like Cameron I figured she'd eventually come around. Rebecca had simply been with me for far too long, with far too many opportunities to leave, for me to believe she'd run away over this latest dust-up. Once upon a time, Rebecca had been deeply, deeply in love with me. Even after seeing other girlfriends come and go, she'd always stuck around. And sometimes the hardest thing in life is to change what you've become used to.
Audrey was also with us, sitting sideways in my lap and spoon-feeding me while giggling. It was a pleasant enough morning (yes, even though it was after 12 noon), and I was feeling pretty good when Sam came up and cleared his throat.
I recognized the dark expression on his face, and before saying anything, I lifted Audrey off my lap and set her down on the chair beside me. "What's wrong?"
"We have a problem with Elyse."
I arched an eyebrow. "What kind of a problem? Did she run? She steal something? Hurt somebody?"
"Nothing like that." Sam shook his head. "I've got her locked in her room. Figured you might want to talk to her about this life insurance scam she's got going."
"Life insurance scam?" My eyebrows went up.
Sam smiled grimly. "When you asked me to find a corpse and a medical examiner who'd sign off on it being her, I did some digging into her policy."
"It's a fraud? Shit, I shoulda known." I frowned and glared over at Cameron. "You told me her policy checked out!"
"It did!" Cameron replied with popped eyebrows as she suddenly stared at her plate with her head bowed. "I took her papers and called the company to verify funds and validity and all that. Once she turned 18, normal child insurance plans revert to the child."
"You weren't covering for a poor girl who might need a break?" I replied skeptically, a scowl on my face.
"No! I wouldn't have done that to you! Don't you already know that?" Cameron protested.
"Yeah well I wouldn't have thought you'd try to leave, either," I grumped before turning back to Sam. "What did you find?"
"The policy did check out. The paperwork is all in order and it really is true that Elyse's dad set it up when she was younger. Her documents are valid and all that, but the trick is in changing the beneficiary. She can't change it to you."
"Why not?"
"Because ownership of the policy didn't pass to her when her dad died, it went to her stepmom. Even though she's over 18, the policy had specific instructions that it remained with the parents, which is why his estate kept paying the premiums. It's not a common procedure, but it's there. Elyse's stepmom still owns the policy, which means you're never gonna get a dime."
"And do you think Elyse knew that?"
Sam nodded. "She did. I grilled a confession out of her. She was alone and desperate and came up with a ploy that could very well have let her stay here for a long, long time rent-free. I don't think she believed the ruse would last forever, but she took you for a ride, and even though I caught her, she's already gotten two weeks of room, board, and drugs out of it."
"Motherfucker." It only made sense. Elyse had cashed out everything else of value. So why hold onto this policy if it would have granted her a single dime? She didn't just find the thing in her bag two weeks ago like she'd claimed.
Sliding my chair back, I planted my hands on the table and stood up. I knew which bedroom Elyse was in, and I was already halfway down the hall before I remembered I wasn't supposed to let Cameron roam on her own. Even with a guy upstairs guarding the first floor exits, she was still a flight risk. "C'mon, Cam!" I called over my shoulder.
"I'll watch her if you want," Sam offered.
I stopped and shook my head. "No, just bring her with you. I want everybody to see this."
"See what?"
I took a deep breath and stretched my arms before flexing my muscles, not to show off but just to warm them up. Having cum twice this morning with Lexi and Jessica before dismissing them both, I wasn't in a mood for sex as punishment. Instead... "Like you said, man, Elyse has already gotten two weeks' worth of room, board, and drugs off this scam. Either she's going to figure out a way to pay me back for all that..."
"Or?" Sam asked after I'd gone silent for a few seconds.
I simply shrugged and balled my fists.
Nobody came to Elyse's rescue. No matter how loudly she screamed.
1:06 PM
Breathing heavily, I sat down in my desk chair and swiveled it to look out the windows at the view of the city. Breathing heavily, I stretched out my fingers and examined the damage I'd done to them in my violent outburst. The bruising and chafing to my knuckles were obvious, but none so obvious as the areas where the skin had cracked and blood was oozing out from the wounds.
Breathing heavily, I glanced down at my crotch and realized I was rock hard, even though I'd already cum twice this morning. Adrenaline did that to me, and for a second I thought about going back into Elyse's room and roughly shoving my weapon up her dry anal chute.
But before I could get up to do that, or even stab the intercom and call in one of my other cum dumpsters to come service me, my bedroom door opened and Cameron walked in, with Sam just behind her.
"Leave us alone," she stated in an imperious voice, and perhaps because he was already used to Cameron barking at him, Sam immediately complied, backing out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Still breathing hard, I stared up at Cameron as she walked over to me with all the poise and grace of a runway model. She was more cool and collected in this moment than I'd seen her at any time since Mom died, and from the determination on her face I could tell that something significant had changed in her mind. She'd come to some sort of decision, and I sincerely hoped it was one in my favor.
"If you're going to keep beating up on the girls, you're going to have to do something to protect your hands," Cameron tsked while kneeling down and taking my right hand into hers. She inspected my knuckles, looking over the way I'd ruined them while repeatedly punching Elyse in the ribs and other bony parts of her body. And after a few more moments, she got up and went to retrieve the first aid kit I kept stashed in one of the bathroom drawers, along with a wet washrag.
My eyebrows went up when she returned and started pulling out medicine tubes and a band-aid. "Still playing nurse?"
Without taking her eyes off her tasks, she smiled coyly and replied, "I promised that I'd take care of you, way back when I was nine."
"I remember."
Cameron first cleaned off the blood with the wet washrag and dried the cuts with gauze. Afterward, she squeezed the Neosporin tube and dabbed the ointment on my knuckles, focusing on the areas where I'd actually broken the skin. Working carefully but efficiently, she peeled open a couple of knuckle bandages and applied them for me. Finally, she pulled out a kind of cream and began rubbing it onto the other raw areas of my hands.
When she was done, I raised my eyes and looked at her carefully. She felt my gaze and blushed for a moment, keeping her eyes downcast as she gathered herself. But a moment later she flicked her eyes to meet mine, confidently and without fear. Her sparkling green irises burned as they bored into the back of my soul, open and yet challenging. And our eyes were still locked together when I felt her hands sliding up my crotch.
"What are you doing?" I asked carefully as she slid over my bulge and unbuttoned my pants.
"I think you know what I'm doing," she replied in a deep, almost condescending tone.
"But I thought you didn't want to be here anymore. I thought you didn't want to do this anymore."
"Even though we've already done this quite a few times over the last week."
"Always initiated by me. Sometimes with me holding some kind of threat over you."
Cameron sighed and stopped her actions. My fly was undone and my rock-hard erection was sticking up out of my pants, but her hands were still on my thighs. Staring at my cock for a moment, Cameron thought about that before turning her head and looking up at me. And while shaking her head slowly, she replied, "God help me, because you can be an evil rat bastard sometimes. But you're the only family I have left. I acted rashly last week when I tried to leave, because you DO scare me sometimes. The way you so violently went after Rebecca scared the hell out of me, and at the time I didn't understand that you actually did what you did to protect me. -I- deserved that beating for what I did to you. -I- should have been the one being punished. But you'd never hurt ME, and even in your greatest rage you still didn't do it. And I love you for that."
I blinked at her, and blinked again when she reached out with both hands and started stroking my cock. "And when the hell did you realize all that?"
Cameron's eyes went a little glassy as she stared a thousand yards away even though her face was pointed at my stomach. "While you were punishing Elyse for what she'd done. I got it then, I understood. You seem capricious about doling out punishments, and it sometimes seems like you pick your victims without rhyme or reason. But I understand now that it's really about justice. You don't lash out without a reason to lash out. You only did what you did to Elyse because of what SHE'D done to you. And you only beat Rebecca because of what I'd done. And even keeping me here, locking me in my room at night and making sure I'm escorted during the day, it's because you're trying to protect me from making the biggest mistake of my life by trying to leave you again."
I blinked again, half-shocked that she really understood. And then I was even more shocked when she bent over and sucked my dick into her mouth.
Cameron sucked on me for a minute or so, just enough to get me harder, and she backed off again. "I'm doing this of my own accord, not because I'm being pressured or coerced into this situation. We still can't have sex. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's ever going to change. But I'm doing this because I love you. And I know that you love me, right?"
"Absolutely," I breathed, staring rapturously at my gorgeous Cameron, in awe of her beauty and even more in awe of her strength after everything we'd just been through.
A little smile teased the corner of Cameron's mouth. Her electric green eyes sizzled, and after taking one more long slurp at my cock, she stood up and pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her head. Moments later, her yoga pants hit the floor, and finally she peeled off her bra and underwear, leaving her gloriously naked right in front of me.
"If you really love me, you won't mind getting ME off first, right?" she asked while walking past me and heading for my bed. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she wiggled her naked butt teasingly.
"Absolutely," I repeated as I climbed out of the chair and shuffled after her, letting my pants and shorts fall to my ankles as I kicked out of them. Once Cameron lay flat on her back across my bed and spread her knees aside invitingly, I lay down between her legs with my face directly over her neatly-trimmed crotch.
And I took the first lick.
7:10 PM
"What do you think, red? Or black?" I held up two dress shirts, both still in their dry cleaning bags, and presented them for Cameron's scrutiny.
Finishing up her makeup in my bathroom mirror, Cameron pulled her lipstick container away from her face and turned back to look at me. After a moment's thought, she replied, "Black."
I arched an eyebrow and looked at them both. "I was leaning towards the red. Why black?"
She shrugged and turned her face back to the mirror. "Just feels like a night for black."
I thought about that and nodded. But when I went over to my walk-in closet and the big full-length mirrors, I shrugged and started to put on the red shirt.
When she saw me, Cameron smirked as if she knew I'd end up picking the red one anyway. And once we were both fully-dressed and ready to go, we exited my bedroom and went up onto the second floor. Sam and Sang were both there, hanging out in the Great Room in front of the big TV showing SportsCenter. And so was Sam's big brother (and my boss) Chad.
"Hey, Chad! Long time no see. What brings you here tonight? Tell me you're here to have a good time and not deal with any business."
"Good times, good times," Chad assured me. "It's been a while since I spent any quality time with the ladies of Casa del Carter. Like that Judene of yours. Mean-ass bitch but she's an even meaner cocksucker."
Without hesitation I walked over to the wall intercom and announced, "Judene to the Great Room!"
"Thanks, man. Figure she'll make a nice warm-up for the evening."
"For you, anything," I replied to my boss.
Chad nodded agreeably and went back to watching SportsCenter. He continued watching even when Judene arrived and started going down on him.
In the meantime, I talked shop with Sam. Chad did have some business tonight, but he left it to his little brother to work out the details with me while he got his knob polished. We wrapped up shortly after and turned our focus to the party.
I looked over at Cameron and asked, "You going to be in the Ready Room? Back to normal?"
"Of course, Carter," she replied with a nod.
Sam frowned and looked over at me. "You need me to have somebody shadow her? Mario's still upstairs watching the first floor."
I shook my head. "No, we're good now. She's not going anywhere."
Sam arched an eyebrow at me and gave me a skeptical look. "You sure?"
I smiled warmly at Cameron, staring at her with love in my eyes as I replied, "I'm sure."
Sam exchanged a look with Sang before shrugging and replying, "Alright. It's your call."
"Oh, and where's Elyse right now?"
Sam frowned. "Elyse? Still locked in her room of course."
"Did somebody feed her?"
"Yeah. Rebecca made sure to take her a plate."
"Good. Go let her out."
"Excuse me?"
"She's paid up for the last two weeks. We're square."
"'Square'? But what are you going to do with her now?"
I grinned. "Shipping her back to Jasper, but don't tell her or anything. He's not getting her until tomorrow. For tonight at least, send her to the Ready Room. Maybe I'll have some use for her one last time."
"Uh, sure, I guess."
I nodded and took Cameron's face in my hands, kissing her tenderly and feeling my heart flutter as she kissed me right back. "I love you, Cam."
She smiled and replied right back, "I love you, too."
9:15 PM
Lexi inhaled, and I watched with a smirk as her eyes popped WIDE open and the dark pupils of her irises suddenly dilated. She held her breath and her entire body quivered as the drug worked its way through her system. And as she flopped onto her back across the big chaise lounge big enough for two, Lexi reached her arms out to her sides and breathed, "Touch me. Touch me!"
Giggling, both Audrey and Jessica crawled up my girlfriend's body and began tickling her. The tickles made Lexi curl up and squeal, and the girls changed up their approach to gentle strokes along with a few nose nuzzles and quick kisses on my teenaged beauty's exposed skin. Lexi cooed in response and slid her hands into not-quite-innocent Audrey's hair as the other girl began worrying a nipple with her lips from outside Lexi's dress. But this wasn't a moment for sex just yet; the girls were just playing around.
"You got things covered here?" I asked Cameron with raised eyebrows. I looked around and took in all five of my harem girls hanging out and waiting for their first hit, along with Nikki and Tasha and a couple of other regulars. The rest of the usual crowd was still upstairs smoking pot and getting the party started.
"I'm good," Cameron replied with a smile. Just like usual.
I nodded and exited the Ready Room. Going down the hallway away from the party, I turned the corner and found Mario right where I was expecting him. "Everything cool?"
Mario nodded. "She hasn't left the room since she went in there," he assured me.
I sighed in relief and nodded. I wanted to trust Cameron; really, I did. But as much as I loved her, I was only too aware of her fears when it came to the way I lived my life. I'd seen the look of disgust on her face too many times to think she'd forgotten or forgiven everything that had happened between us since Mom died. And even though we'd had a wonderful lovemaking session this afternoon (though it still stopped short of actual coitus), I was going to play it safe until she'd proven herself beyond a single day.
"Don't lose her," I cautioned Mario, and the Italian thug nodded his understanding.
Heading back to the Ready Room, I quickly popped in and decided to bring Judene out with me. She was the prettiest of the bunch and made for the best arm candy, as long as she could keep her bitchiness in check. I slung her on my elbow and headed upstairs to make the rounds and play the host. I even stopped by one of the tables and Judene and I took a few hits off the hookah to put us in a mellow mood. And that's when I saw the new arrivals.
"Holy shit! Prince Charming's back!"
The hell is HE doing here? I wondered immediately. It wasn't that I considered Ben an unwelcome visitor, especially since I immediately recognized his ex-girlfriend and current supermodel Adrienne Dennis with him as well. Any guy who brought a babe of that quality into my house was certainly a guy I liked to have around. And yet I couldn't help but realize that Ben also had come with a lot of a drama surrounding him, especially over the last few weeks.
It had started with his tenuous connection to Elyse. She'd assured me way back when we first bumped into each other that they were mere acquaintances, and not friends of any kind. Despite her obvious sluttiness and his apparent studliness, Elyse assured me that despite messing around a bit, they'd never actually hooked up. And when he finally accepted one of my party invites and even porked Jillian and Rebecca in the Showroom, I'd figured I'd found an awesome new stud for future entertainment.
And yet he'd practically disappeared after that. Almost exactly two years had gone by without any responses to my emails or texts and I'd written him off as a one-shot wonder. Then, he'd shown up again three weeks ago out of the blue, ostensibly for DJ's 20th birthday, and I'd found out just how small a world it was that his ex-girlfriend AND his little sister were two of my new girlfriend's best friends.
It seemed to be a strange coincidence, one of those friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend kind of random connections. Later, I found out from Lexi that Elyse had shown up at his house and spun her sad tale of meth addiction gone wrong. And only then did I realize Elyse had gone to him BEFORE he'd come to DJ's birthday party.
He hadn't told me then that Elyse had come to him. He'd deliberately withheld that information from me, and because of that I didn't fully trust him. Clearly, this wasn't his scene. He didn't do meth, he didn't even smoke much weed, and my suggestions that he perform in my Showroom again had been firmly deflected away.
The next time he'd come back had been almost a week later, with a story about Elyse running out on him with his emergency cash. I'd laughed and honestly told him he was better off, and I'd truthfully told him I didn't know where she was. I'd humored him by letting him search my house, which of course meant that HE didn't trust ME to not hide her if she'd been here. And again, my suggestions for him to perform for me had fallen on deaf ears.
So why the hell was he willing to perform for me now?
Of course, he'd come with a story that sort of made sense. Obviously, a supermodel willing to make a sex tape and leak it onto the internet had to have some kind of exhibitionist streak. And when given the opportunity to have wild and crazy sex with a woman as eminently gorgeous as Adrienne Fucking Dennis, it made sense that a man would be willing to do almost anything.
If Ben had been too eager, I might have been more suspicious. But he admitted that the whole thing wasn't his idea, that this place wasn't really his scene. And on top of that, I really DID want to watch the pair of them go at it hot and heavy in my Showroom. It had been a long time since I'd had any fresh blood in there; my five harem girls had already taken plenty of turns, as had a good chunk of the regular party girls from upstairs. Still, I wasn't just going to roll over and let Ben and Adrienne do things their way, especially not as a one-on-one. Too vanilla, particularly since she rejected the idea of having a second guy. It just wasn't exciting enough, no matter HOW famous or HOW hot she was.
So I came up with a different way to spice things up.
"Well now if I recall," I began with a smart-alecky grin, "you claimed you'd hooked up with three of the young ladies gracing us with their presence here." I swept my arms out across the living room and Lexi's regular crew of sophomore friends.
Now Ben suddenly looked uncomfortable. Perfect. Always pushing buttons. Always pushing boundaries.
"But I can't just walk up and ask them to ... well..." Ben fidgeted before leaning into me and whispering, "None of them have been downstairs, have they?"
My eyebrows rose as an electric sizzle ran up my spine. Delicious. With a grin, I replied, "Other than Lexi? Not yet."
Ben stared out across the girls. I studied him carefully, watching him look over the girls. His little sister Brooke was staring back at us with a perplexed expression. If only she had any idea what we were talking about. Fuck, how truly perverted would it be if I somehow managed to convince HER to go downstairs with us. Even if they wouldn't touch each other, the idea of having innocent little sister in the room watching as her big brother pounded the shit out of one of her friends...
It would have been awesome.
But Ben's eyes kept drifting across the girls, checking out blonde Tammy and petite Vivian. But his eyes lingered a little too long on Hawaiian Meli, and my heart skipped a beat. Really, the young girl didn't look anything like Cameron, at least not in the face. But she was quite tall, probably 5'10", and dark-haired and slender like my One True Love. It's not that she bore much of a physical resemblance to Cameron, but Meli was still closer to my type than someone like airheaded blonde Tammy or petite Asian Vivian.
"Surely you have some other ... well ... playmates who could join us?" Ben hedged, trying to talk his way out of the uncomfortable situation. "Like last time? Look, I wanna make Adrienne happy, but not at the expense of my friendships with my little sister's friends. I can't ask them to do that."
"You don't have to, I will. Meli, right? You were staring at her. C'mon, let's go say hi." I popped my eyebrows gleefully, reveling in Ben's discomfort. I still didn't know why he was here, or what his motivations were. Maybe everything was on the up and up, and he was only here because Adrienne wanted to put on a show. If so, fine. If not, I'd figure his game out soon enough. But if we were going to proceed, I wanted us to proceed on MY terms.
"Carter..."
"Let's just ask her, huh? If she says no, she says no. We go find one of my other friends ... or two ... then go downstairs and have a good time. Whaddaya say?"
He didn't agree, but he didn't say 'no' either. That was good enough for me, so I walked forward in a straight line for our new target.
This night was gonna be FUN.
9:57 PM
Ben looked uncomfortable, which reassured me, actually. The more I thought about it, the more the guy seemed to be a naïve, sheltered idiot savant who happened to be really, really good at sex. He was a little TOO goody two shoes, a little TOO much of a "nice guy" for someone who had the bedroom skills he obviously possessed.
The more I thought about it, the easier it was to believe he was just some schmuck too stupid to realize Elyse was using him for a warm bed and a roof over her head, preying on his Good Samaritan personality and taking him for a ride for as long as she could. Hell, from what she'd told me, she hadn't even put out for the guy. What kind of dork does that? Take in some bedraggled meth-slut off the street and put her up in his house without even asking for a fucking blowjob?
Idiot.
Maybe Cameron was right in her assessment. Maybe he really did have some hero's complex. How she figured it out I didn't know. Women's intuition or something.
Anyway, I led the three of them into the Showroom and told them I'd get some good stuff to help put everyone into the right mood. I went down to the third floor and collected the equipment to make a fresh batch of meth, the really strong stuff that would make a girl like Adrienne see God in just a few hits. Tonight I'd get TWO Showroom virgins to watch, and if Ben performed even HALF as well as he'd done two years ago, I knew this would be a night worth remembering.
Sam was also down there with Tiffin, and doing the math in my head I realized that while Ben had both Adrienne and Meli with him, that was still only two girls he'd have to deal with. The man had bragged not five minutes ago that if I gave him three or four girls, that he'd knock out every single one of them. Plus, it had even been HIS suggestion that I bring him a brand new playmate. So on a whim I asked Sam if I could borrow Tiffin for some Showroom time, and he'd shrugged and given me his okay. He said he'd come up in a little bit to watch just as soon as he was done talking shop with Chad and Sang, as both of them were going to go hunting for party girls on the first floor.
So Tiffin and I went upstairs, and I was surprised to find Ben standing outside the Showroom looking out the windows. But he told me the girls just wanted to get acquainted without his interference before they got started, and I shrugged off his presence like it was no big deal. Ten minutes later, my worries were long gone as both Adrienne and Meli were quick to get wired on the good stuff. I got the girls started, sent Tiffin back into the room to be the third girl, and left them all to let the magic rocks do their work.
Then I went to go get Cameron.
After all, I had new entertainment in my Showroom. And you know exactly how I like to enjoy myself while watching.
10:31 PM
"Awww... fuck!" I grunted, feeling my balls compress in preparation to fire their load. Clenching my hands, I gripped Judene's bony hips tight enough to leave fingerprints as I sped up my thrusting and hammered my cock up the skinny bitch's asshole just as hard as Ben had been hammering Tiffin's ass in the other room.
The foursome in the Showroom had been everything I'd hoped for and more, way better entertainment than I'd seen in the last year. Truly, Ben was an idiot savant: a boring mensch in personality but a fucking GOD of Sex. In only twenty minutes, he'd pounded Barbie-doll Tiffin to orgasm and also fucked sweet, skinny Meli practically blind. The lovely Hawaiian babe looked like she'd been run over by a train, but even if I could ignore everything that had happened to get to that point, the sight of Tiffin and supermodel Adrienne Fucking Dennis sixty-nining while Ben cornholed the shit out of Tiffin would have been entertainment enough to get me off.
Of course, I also needed a cum receptacle.
Cameron hadn't been willing to join me right away. It was still early in the evening and she had a bunch of girls in the Ready Room to supervise. I'd been hyped up and super-excited about Ben's and Adrienne's presence in the Showroom, and I'd practically pleaded for her to come with me as I told her about our special guests. But Cameron reasoned that if Ben could perform at all like he'd done for me the last time, that he and the girls would be going and going like Energizer bunnies for a long while, and she'd promised she wouldn't be long.
I could have ordered her. I could have threatened Rebecca or one of the others. But Cameron and I had a breakthrough this afternoon, a moment when I sensed that we might actually get back to the way things used to be. I didn't want to keep her a prisoner here forever, and I didn't want to resort to threats of violence against the other girls every time I wanted to have my way. I wanted Cameron to WANT to be here again, to REALIZE this was where she truly belonged, with me. So rather than pressure her, I grabbed Judene and brought the beautiful bitch into the Voyeur Room to service me in Cameron's place.
Of course, the upside to having Judene instead of Cameron with me was that I wasn't limited to a blowjob. Getting the oral pleasure while watching was good enough for the first ten minutes or so, but after Ben got Tiffin to blow her top, he pulled Meli into his lap reverse cowgirl on a chair while Adrienne knelt in front of them and licked at both Meli's clit and his dick. The position looked like so much fun that I ordered Judene into the same position and stabbed the intercom for Cameron to send a second girl over to join us.
Audrey had shown up in less than a minute, clearly wired and only too eager to dive between our legs. I cupped Judene's big tits and scraped my fingernails over her nipples while she gyrated around in my lap, pinning Audrey's head to her crotch. But then the foursome in the other room changed positions into that sixty-nine plus one, so of course we had to recreate the same over here.
Next to the desk there was a twin bed. The view wasn't as great from over there as from my desk chair, but it would have to do. Audrey and Judene obediently got into position, and from the bottom Audrey gave my cock a few sucks before feeding it into Judene's slimy asshole. Always one of the smart ones, Judene had planned ahead and pre-lubed her ass just in case, and that foresight was paying off as I slid into her poop-chute. And although from her position Audrey couldn't see a thing, Judene and I watched the action in the other room while I sodomized my girlfriend in sync with Ben sodomizing Sam's.
Of course, idiot savant Ben had one trick I didn't know how to mimic. He sped up his thrusting while wrapping his hands around Tiffin's neck. Sam's Stepford slut freaked OUT, spasming and twitching until her eyes rolled up into her head and she blacked out from a monster climax.
The suddenness of Tiffin's orgasm took me by surprise, as did the force of it, strong enough to knock her unconscious. It was my surprise that caused me to grunt, "Awww... fuck!" And the sight was so mind-blowing that it also caused me to lose my load.
Groaning, I slammed forward one last time and began spewing wave after wave of spunk into Judene's tight rectum. She moaned as she felt the splatters deep within her colon, and at the same time Audrey went to town on her clit. A second later, my bitchy girlfriend howled her own orgasm, rocking and rolling and clenching her ass around my cock deliciously. And finally her peak passed as she slumped forward onto her forearms and elbows.
Leaning back, I pulled my deflating dick free of Judene's dilated sphincter. Sitting on my heels, I contemplated feeding it down into Audrey's gaping mouth. But while innocent Audrey would be only too happy to please me, her eagerness wouldn't serve justice to the awesomeness of this moment.
So I dismounted the bed and walked over to the side of it where Judene was still bent over, her head hanging as she struggled to breathe and recover from her climax. Grabbing her hair, I looped it around my hand to get a stronger grip and yanked her head over in front of my slimy cock. "Suck it clean," I ordered.
Judene's nose immediately wrinkled. Though no stranger to ass-to-mouth, it was one of the few acts the bitch really disliked. Of course, I knew this and SHE knew that I knew this, so she went out of her way to get regular enemas and keep herself as clean as possible. Still, no amount of preparation could fully remove her aversion to the disgusting task, and I had to yank on her hair once more and repeat, "Suck it, bitch!"
Closing her eyes, Judene sighed and opened her mouth, choosing to do it anyway.
Delicious.
10:46 PM
"Cameron, you're here!" I looked up with a big smile as I heard the door open.
Moving with an almost serpentine grace, my gorgeous ex-stepsister glided into the room, not even glancing at the one-way mirror as she kept all her attention on me. Her face was a mask of stillness, cool and confident. It was her public face, understandable since we weren't alone in the room. On the bed, Sam was busy doggy-fucking one of his other Stepford sluts, Ainsley, and Cameron's eyes flicked to them for just a moment before returning to me. "I promised I'd come. Thank you for being so patient."
I glanced at the clock and commented, "Almost forty-five minutes you made me wait."
"And they're still going, as I said," she replied without taking her eyes off me, gesturing dismissively with her left hand. "Besides, I already know you've gotten off at least once."
I shrugged and pouted. "But not with you. And I'm all excited again." Turning in my desk chair, I proudly showed off the new erection I'd formed while watching Ben fold Meli in half while fucking her down into the mattress.
Just then, Meli moaned, "I want it. I want it in my ass."
Ben stopped thrusting. "You sure?"
Meli nodded. "Uh-huh. I wanna try it."
"Oh, shit," Sam grunted from the bed, his eyes focused on the window. "An anal virgin?"
The group in the Showroom discussed the matter for a little bit, and getting fed up with their waffling I finally hit the microphone and ordered over the speakers, "Do it."
Meli repeated happily, "Do it! Do it!"
Adrienne shrugged. "Guess that settles that."
Satisfied, I returned my attention to Cameron. "Please? I need you."
"Of course," she replied immediately with a mysterious smile, but she took her sweet time walking around the back of my chair, rolling it away from the desk, and slowly moving herself in front of me. My eyes were fixed on her, and I was so enthralled that I actually missed seeing Meli's first anal penetration. But I didn't care; I simply took in all of Cameron's beauty and let my eyes roam up and down her perfect form until she knelt down and reached for my cock.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!" Meli's voice whimpered over the speakers, and I could relate. No matter how many times I watched Cameron do this for me, I was still amazed that such a gorgeous creature of perfection would do this for me.
"Shhh. Relax or you're going to hyperventilate," Ben's voice soothed, and it reminded ME not to hyperventilate. So forcing myself to calm down, I closed my eyes and savored the sensations of my cock sliding into Cameron's warm, wet mouth.
"Ah, shit!" Ainsley suddenly squealed, loudly enough and suddenly enough to make me open my eyes and look around. Sure enough, Sam had taken his cue from our entertainment and switched holes as well, and the skinny platinum-blonde with fake boobs and not much ass was grimacing as her boyfriend rather roughly violated her backdoor.
Glancing at the window, I realized Ben and Meli weren't really moving so I watched Sam and Ainsley for a minute. Meanwhile, Cameron started working her magic on my cock, slurping and caressing just the way she knew I liked it.
After that minute, I looked back to the window and realized Ben and Meli were going again. The 19-year-old sophomore whimpered beneath the assault on her asshole, alternately crying in pain and groaning with pleasure with each repeated thrust. Ben simply grunted, focusing on his pumping motions as his ab muscles rippled from the exertion.
Meli was crying. She was a super-skinny girl, and her first anal stretching without a warm-up of fingers or butt plugs or anything like that was turning out to be more than she could handle, especially with a weapon of Ben's size. She was just wired enough on meth to want it, but even meth can't solve the problems of simple geometry. He was too big for her to handle, and for me to see those tears of pain ... well...
Delicious.
"I'm gonna pull out," Ben grunted, ceasing his thrusts.
What? No!
I started mentally protesting, but then Meli vocalized, "No! Finish! You HAVE to finish!"
THANK you.
The couple resumed, but Ben had sped up his thrusting. Apparently he was taking Meli's request that he finish quite literally, fucking his way to what I only now realized would be his FIRST ejaculation. Shit, more than 45 minutes of sex, destroying Tiffin and Meli and Tiffin again and now Meli again and the guy hadn't even cum yet? Truly an idiot savant/sex god.
"Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!" Meli moaned with each impact.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh..." both Ben and I answered in the same tone, although my vocalizations were at half-speed to his, with Cameron bobbing her head up and down in my lap at a more deliberately measured pace, a pace I realized would NOT get me off before Ben did.
"Faster," I urged, threading my fingers through Cameron's hair. "Faster..."
Obediently she sped up, bobbing her head up and down in my lap with greater speed. She looked up at me, watching my face and recognizing the urgency. So she increased the use of her agile hands, one to stroke the base of my prick and the other to caress my pendulous testicles.
"Oh, fuck yeah..." I crooned. That should do it. I could feel my Cameron pleasuring me perfectly, working my cock like a musical instrument to play the melody of my orgasm. The pleasure built up inside me and I sank myself deeper into the plush armchair, closing my eyes as I turned my mind away from the visual of Ben fucking Meli and instead fantasized about me fucking Cameron.
"Oh, Cameron..." I moaned, imagining it was HER on the bed. I imagined SHE was facedown before me, the way she truly belonged, surrendering her virgin asshole to my well-deserving cock. So much had happened to us, from our long separation while she was at school to Mom's stroke and now Mom's death. It was just the two of us now, us against the world. She'd had her momentary rebellion, but now she was coming back to me. Now despite everything else going on, Cameron was choosing to be with me. And perhaps for the first time since she'd returned from school I could start to believe my fantasies might actually become reality.
"Cameron..." I breathed again, grasping her head even tighter as she moved herself faster and faster upon my cock. "Cameron ... Oh, fuck! Camero--"
"Aiiiiii!"
No! It was too soon!
"Aiiiiii!" Meli screamed again. For a second, I imagined it was my beloved Cameron screaming beneath me as I anally-pounded her, but the pitch was too high for her smoky voice. Automatically, my eyes snapped open and the reality of my location flooded my senses. I wasn't on the bed with my One True Love. No, I was in my chair, in my Voyeur Room, and it was another couple experiencing the bliss of mutual orgasm as they thrashed about on top of the bed.
I didn't cum with them. I wanted to. It would have been perfect. But I'd run out of time.
"FUCK!" I shouted in annoyance. They couldn't hear me on the other side, the soundproofing between our two rooms complete, save for the electronics currently pumping audio in one direction only.
"Ohmigod..." Meli moaned as her body went limp on the bed. Ben slumped as well, just barely holding his weight above her prone body.
Disgusted with how things had turned out, I slapped the switch to turn off the audio feed. Cameron gamely tried to continue blowing me, and my prick was certainly still rock hard. But the mood was lost. Snarling, I pushed myself away from the desk, and away from where Cameron knelt on the floor. "Fuck! Forget it!"
"Carter..." she said gently. "Let me finish you."
"No," I spat petulantly, my annoyance overwhelming all other emotions.
"Carter," Cameron said my name with infinite patience. "Please."
She knew full well I would be in the foulest of foul moods if I didn't get off, and I could make life miserable for her and everyone else if my attitude soured. Hell, the last week had been littered with examples of the lengths I'd go to express my displeasure. So it was always possible – nay, probable – that she was merely placating me, coldly calculating what she needed to do in order to avoid that unpleasantness.
Still, I liked to believe that she cared about making me truly happy. Once upon a time, she sincerely had. But now? After everything we'd just been through?
"I need more, Cameron," I breathed deeply, letting my eyes rove up and down her perfect body. And it was absolute perfection, the dark green cocktail dress she wore only highlighting her beauty, giving me hints of what I knew was concealed beneath. "I need you."
Her face instantly hardened. "You know I won't do that."
I fought the urge to get angry. We had JUST started to put our old relationship back together, a relationship not constrained by me making her a prisoner within these walls. Hadn't she been good and obedient these last few days? Hadn't she refrained from making any further escape attempts once I stopped keeping her under constant surveillance? Getting angry with Cameron would get me nowhere.
"Please," I said in my most gentle voice, but there was still an undercurrent of a growl in it. I stood up and moved toward her. "I need you."
She read the hunger in my voice. "Carter," she growled my name as a warning, quickly gained her feet, and took two steps back.
No matter, I was quickly on her, grabbing her arms and pinning her back against the desk. "I want you!"
"We can't."
"You're MINE, dammit!" I growled, slamming her back against the desk even harder. I thrust my pelvis forward as well, my still uncovered cock rubbing against her belly.
"Please," Cameron whimpered, true fear coming into her irises. It was the fear she'd shown when I beat the shit out of Rebecca. "Not like this."
The sight of my Cameron in fear took the strength out of my anger. I really DIDN'T want to have to go back to square one with her, locking her up at night to make sure she didn't run away and having to threaten her with violence against the others to compel her behavior.
Still, I was frustrated. "Not like ever!" I whined, knowing full well I sounded like a pouting child in this moment. My hands tightened and I shook her briefly like a rag doll.
"Carter!" she pleaded, her lower lip quivering. "You know why we can't."
"Why NOT?" I complained automatically before realizing I didn't want to bother with her 'little-brother' comments again. Quickly, I let her go and turned away, stalking several steps toward the far wall. Sam and Ainsley watched us with wide eyes as I approached them.
Behind me, Cameron didn't answer my question directly. She simply took a deep breath and sighed, "I love you."
"It's not fair," I complained, stamping my foot as I turned around and returned back to her.
She reached up and caressed my right cheek, that infinite patience back in her voice. "It's our karma." With a smooth grace, she leaned across me and briefly kissed my left cheek, still holding onto the right. And then with that mysterious smile of hers, she turned and left the room.
She'd left my nostrils filled with her scent, that sensuous musky odor that quickened my heartbeat every time I smelled it. But as she left the room, that scent faded away. I was still frustrated, still horny, and with the loss of her smell went the momentary calm that had settled over me.
I may not take out my frustration on her, but there were always others to bear the brunt of my wrath. My cock throbbed. I was still horny. And as I looked through the big viewing glass, I saw that my entertainment had started up again. Meli was kneeling atop the mattress, bent over Ben as she suckled his cock back to hardness. My loins felt a fresh stirring, and my heart set to racing once again.
I briefly thought about calling Cameron back, but dismissed the thought immediately. As much as I wanted her ... needed her... craved her ... I loved her. I had always loved her. And I wanted HER to choose to be with me.
Not tonight. Not yet. And if I pressured her, maybe never. I couldn't have that. So I'd have to find another outlet.
Moments later I was back in the Ready Room. My ears were quickly swallowed by the sound of Blue Foundation's "Sweep" pulsing in the air. I found myself walking in rhythm with the music as I moved deeper into the room, scanning its inhabitants for someone who struck my fancy. There were six women currently here: Rebecca, Judene, Elyse, Audrey, and two blonde party girls: Kseniya and Morgan. Instantly I knew which one I needed, and an evil grin cross my face.
Given that it was Ben in my Entertainment Room right now, it seemed only fitting. He'd spent a week harboring and sheltering Elyse, his hero mentality driving him to try and protect her from herself until she scammed him like so many before him and she walked out with his money. He'd come looking for her here two weeks ago, and though he claimed not to be back for her sake tonight, it would be too deliciously ironic for me to fuck her only a few feet away from him while he was distracted and blind on the other side of the one-way mirror. So reaching forward, I tapped the girl with the pipe and jerked a thumb over to my actual choice. "Judene, let Elyse finish your hit."
Of course, Elyse had been trying to hide under a rock or something from the moment I entered the room. Even before I sold her to Jasper she'd been trying to avoid me, and after literally beating the shit out of her (the poor girl had crapped her panties this afternoon), she certainly didn't want to have anything to do with me. For all she knew, I'd come to this room right now to visit some other form of vengeance upon her, so it was no surprise that she was doing her best to melt into the background.
"Uh, no thanks," Elyse mumbled. "I've had too much already. Dangerously too much."
She was terrified, but in that moment I realized she was seriously more terrified of taking more meth than she was scared of me. But that wasn't important. I didn't care anymore if she O.D.'d or not, I wouldn't be getting a dime from her life insurance anyway. What I DID care about was the irony of fucking her a few feet away from Ben, and she'd be a better lay if she was wired first.
"Elyse..." I said firmly, staring hard at her while she did her best to shrink into the couch. "Take it."
"I'm fine."
My eyes narrowed. Elyse was twitching. Clearly, she wasn't tripping anymore, and she'd be a HORRIBLE fuck if I didn't get at least one hit into her. My eyes narrowed as I coldly replied, "You're not."
"I don't want anymore. Besides, Judene doesn't want to give it up."
I glanced over, and sure enough Judene was puffing like crazy, trying to inhale as much as her lungs could handle before I took it away from her. I figured she was catching up for lost time. Since I'd had her in the Voyeur Room with me for the first bit of the Ben/Adrienne/Meli/Tiffin foursome, that meant she wasn't here feeding her own addiction. But that was still no excuse for not obeying my orders to let Elyse finish her hit, and without warning, my hand flashed out as I backhanded the girl across the room.
The other five girls startled as Judene cried out and hit the floor. Following after the dumb whore, I stepped up and brutally kicked her in the side. "Don't fuck with me bitch!" I yelled imperiously. And then I kicked her once more, just for good measure. The skinny, big-titted slut rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position as she sobbed in miserable pain.
The other five girls shied away. They all completely averted their eyes, not daring to make eye contact with me while I was in this kind of rage. It was good that none of them moved to help Judene, otherwise I would have had to beat some sense into them as well.
When I was certain the girls had been cowed, I scooped up the pipe and passed it over to Elyse. "Smoke," I ordered.
"Carter..." she pleaded, true fear in her irises. Her face was gaunt, her eye sockets hollow, and her cheekbones rather skeletal. The past three years of spiraling meth addiction had been hard on her. She wasn't eating well. But despite her pitiful appearance, I wasn't moved. She might have physically resembled Cameron, but Elyse didn't have my true love's power over me.
"Smoke," I repeated coldly. And this time, I raised a hand threateningly, assuring her that I would bitch-slap her if she didn't obey. Her face and body were both already covered in bruises. Her nerves were so frayed and damaged I was sure she couldn't take much more punishment, and the fear of further pain was apparently enough to subdue her.
Elyse took the hit, and then another while I waited. I wasn't worried about my entertainment. I knew they'd be going for a little longer this second time around. And when the still-beautiful Amazonian Elyse went glassy-eyed, I pulled her up and dragged her with me to the Voyeur Room.
Sam and Ainsley were gone when I got back. Probably avoiding Hurricane Carter's next outburst. I actually felt better about that. Now I could do anything to Elyse without worrying about what an audience might think of me.
Quickly, I turned the audio feed back on and the room filled with the sounds of two people groaning in ecstasy. I tugged Elyse in front of me, stood her at the desk, and pushed her face-down over it. If she recognized the man on the other side of the glass, she didn't show it, limply going along with however I moved her. I kicked her feet apart and lifted up the back of her cocktail dress. Still glassy-eyed, she didn't resist me as I caressed her naked ass. Indeed, she simply lay flat across the desk, her face turned to the side, limply surrendering herself to my every whim.
I closed my eyes to let the sounds of the couple fucking in front of me fill my senses. And with a cold grin, I pushed my hard cock into Elyse's compliant body.
It's good to be me.
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