He was nowhere to be seen. She opened the door to step into the hallway. She scanned the corridor, hoping to find some trace of him. There was nothing. He hadn’t even left his scent behind. Disappointed she dropped her eyes to see an envelope at her feet. She picked it up gleeful that the whole affair wasn’t a dream. Emblazoned on the front in bold red lettering was a four letter sobriquet that from him sparked a fire in her. Slut. Her hands trembled as she parted the opening. She took a breath as she unfolded the letter. It was her roommate’s handwriting.
Butterflies bounced around her stomach. He was her boyfriend. That’s what started her curiosity about BDSM. She awoke in the middle of the night to them fucking. She listened as he called her filthy names and she named him master. She saw the passion in their eyes and wanted to feel that for herself.
Dear, Ashley, she read. I know you saw us fucking that night. You should’ve joined us. I love sharing master’s cock. I’m not greedy. Yes, I am but I’m not selfish. Master wants to tease you now. I have your diary, by the way. I knew when I first saw you that you were perverted slut. Skype me when you finish. Master wants to show you something. Love, Becca.
If Becca had her diary then had he read it? She felt violated by the thought but also excited. It was full of the dark sexual fantasies he stirred to life in her. He would know exactly what she wanted without her having to articulate it. Which ones would he choose to fulfill? Would he choose all of them? What order? She hurried to her computer. It seemed like forever before Becca picked up on the other end.
Her black skinned face lit up as she saw Ashley. Becca’s lip and eyebrow were pierced. Her hair was purple. She was the total opposite of Ashley fashionwise. She was a goth.
“He’s not here yet but he sent me the photo,” She told her. The light glinted off her tongue piercing. “That was hot. I love when he does that to me.” Ashley’s face turned red. She wondered which must be darker her face, her ass, or her flushed pussy. “Sorry about reading your diary but when I heard you touching yourself after Patrick and I were fucking. I was too curious. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course!” She exclaimed. “I find it kind of hot imagining you reading it.”
“Really? Good because my favorite fantasy of yours was the threeway.” Becca giggled at Ashley’s humiliation. She’d had a crush on her roommate from the beginning. Something she often wrote about in her diary. “Maybe he’ll let me top you. Oh, the filthy things I could do to you.” She was about to say more when he walked in. Becca ran to greet him. Ashley could see now she was totally nude. He pert ass bouncing as she ran to him. They kissed patiently before she dropped to her knees. She put her hands behind her back as she waited for him to pull out the beautiful cock Ashley had seen moments before. Part of her was jealous she wasn’t the one looking up at him eyes full of desire but the rest of her was more turned on then she’d ever been.
“Please, Master,” Becca begged. “Let suck your cock. I need it so bad.” She sounded desperate, starved of her one true desire in life. “It’s all I thought about while you were gone, sir. Please, let this unworthy whore pleasure you.” He grabbed the back of her hand forcing her forward. She eagerly began to fellate him. Her tongue licked every inch of him. Swirling in intricate patterns before yielding to swallow him. Master’s fingers twisted in her hair and used it to fuck her face. He stared into Ashley’s eyes as he used Becca’s mouth.
“Take of your clothes, cumslut,” he commanded her. She took off her top first. Revealing her tiny pert breasts. Her hard nipples pointed towards the screen where Master fucked her roommate’s mouth. Next she removed her skirt. Showing off her shaved and inflamed pussy. The freckled skin of her body in contrast to her roommate’s was free of tattoos. “Now play with yourself while you watch.”
She’d never fucked herself in front of someone before. Except the time she thought Master and Becca were sleeping. As she stuck a finger inside she wondered if Master would ever fuck her. She never wanted anything as bad as she wanted his cock inside her. She would follow all the humiliating tasks he put to her if necessary.
Liar, she told herself. You’ll do as he tells you even if he never fucks you. She knew it to be true. Both options aroused. She was getting close. She opened her mouth to beg Master to come but the look in his eyes stopped her. He held Becca’s face still as his eyes went wide. She recognized it as the same expression he had when he came on her face. She hoped her naked body and self service helped bring him to another orgasm. That was her purpose in life, to make him come.
He gestured to Becca as he pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth. She kept the orifice open and showed her Master’s cum before proudly swallowing. Ashley didn’t think she could get more jealous. Master was about to prove her wrong of course. He removed his clothes as she continued to play with her overstimulated cunt. When he was naked she got dangerously close.
He was a wiry man who’s pale skin accented Becca’s darkness. He strode over to the desk exuding power from his pores. Becca crawled on all fours at his side. As they came closer so did her orgasm. Master wasn’t even at the chair before she started begging to come. His mocking grin only served to embarrass her more which turned her on more. Every time she thought she couldn’t handle her level of arousal Master brought her to a new dizzying height.
“No,” he answered in a dismissive tone. He made her feel like an ant and he was a god. Not even worth his notice. She didn’t think she could hold out much longer. Her pussy was flooding down her thighs. He sat in the chair pulling Becca into his lap. “Since you like to watch so much you’re going to watch us fuck.” He slipped his hand into Becca’s pussy making her moan. “You’re going to stare into this slut’s eyes as I stick my cock in her ass. You will watch as she cums like the filthy anal whore she is. Then when I come you will cum wishing my throbbing cock were up your asshole pumping it full of semen.” She nodded. She hoped it didn’t take long. She needed to cum so bad. The sheets on her bed were already soaked beneath her.
He bent Becca over the desk. She smiled, anticipating the pleasure to come. He swung his hand back and slapped her ass. Becca moaned as each smack landed on her cheeks.
“Thank you, Master,” she said.
“Tell your slutty friend why I’m spanking you,” Master commanded. He continued to hurt her. Becca’s voice was breathy with pain and pleasure.
“Because this whore belongs to you. And you can do whatever you want with me. And...I’m a...ohhh…sick perverted cunt who gets off on it.” He stopped spanking her. His hand caressed her skin. His thumb played with her asshole. Becca closed her eyes in pleasure. “Please, fuck my ass, Master.”
“Who’s ass is it, slut?”
“Yours, sir.” He left the frame. When he came back he had a bottle in his hand. He squeezed out a shiny liquid onto his fingers. He put his lubed fingers into her asshole causing Becca to moan.
“That’s it. Moan like the desperate cunt you are,” Master said. He took out his fingers and squeezed the lube onto them again this time spreading it on his dick. Ashley tried to avoid staring at it but she wanted desperately to know what it felt like. What it tasted like. “Tell the little bitch whose idea it was to make you a three hole whore.”
“Mine,” Becca told her. “I bought a training kit. I used it in secret so I could be ready on Valentine’s—Ugh!” She gasped as Master shoved himself inside her. “Ohh, Master. Thank you!” He started slow. Gently sliding in and out of her third cock hole.
“Tell her the rest, you filthy pervert.”
“I...ohhh...I begged Master to take me there. I told him it was his to use how he pleased. And he did. Oh, Master. Fuck it harder, please!” He did. She hoped he was getting close. She’d never been on the edge this long before. She felt like she was hanging on with her fingernails over the Grand canyon.
“I’ll fuck you as hard as your voyeuristic roommate fucks herself,” Master said. It was a catch-22. If she didn’t really start pounding Master’s pussy Becca wouldn’t cum which means Master wouldn’t which meant she wouldn’t. But if she speed up she might cum anyway spoiling everything.
“Please, Ashley,” Becca pleaded. She looked so beautiful as she begged. Ashley couldn’t refuse. She started punishing Master’s cunt with her fingers. Master laughed and sped up the pace. Ashley felt herself slipping. Further with each invasion of her fingers. She was ready to fall when in rapid succession Becca and then Master came. It was beautiful sight. Watching first her then him. She let go and allowed the waves of climax to crash over her. She closed her eyes trying to lock the moment in her mind forever. Her legs quaked in the aftermath.
“Seems our voyeur also likes to exhibit her horny pussy,” Master laughed.
“Your horny pussy, Master,” Becca reminded him. “That was hot. Watching her masturbate while you fucked me.” She kissed Master. Ashley had a desperate need then to kiss both of them. Master touched a button and their images disappeared. Ashley pouted and tried to sleep as she imagined what they might be doing. Remembering what they did do. She couldn’t get it out of her head. She wanted nothing more to be with them. Barring that she wanted to touch herself again. She couldn’t move her hands. She knew she belonged to him and he hadn’t given permission.
Frustrated she fell into a fitful sleep.
She woke feeling something in her ass. She went to reach for it when a hand grabbed her wrist.
“None of that, slave,” Becca’s voice ordered. “Master wants that pretty butt filled.” She opened her eyes to see her roommate standing over her. “Master left this morning on a trip. He’s given you to me to train.” Becca slid into the bed with her. She slid a hand between Ashley’s legs. “You’re in my hands now.”