Carson, Alex, and Monique

Carson followed close behind Alex, with Monique close behind him. They made their way up the staircase, then turned to the left and down the hall. Alex stopped at the third door on the right and opened it.

The room on the other side of the door was a large bedroom. The walls had been painted lavender with black molding and a hardwood floor. A large ceiling fan hung from the center of the ceiling, casting warm light through the room. A large four-post bed sat with its headboard at the center of the far wall. It was covered in a lavender comforter with a nest of pillows in black pillow cases. Not far to the right of the bed was a set of French doors that led out to a balcony. Just on the other side of the door was a large dresser. On the right wall there were two doors; one led to the bathroom, the other to a walk-in closet.

"I'm guessing this is your old room?" Carson asked as he took in the room.

"Yep," Alex replied, letting the P pop slightly. "From the time Mom and Dad brought me home from the hospital to my freshman year in college."

“Huh,” Carson said as he looked around the room again, this time gently rubbing his chin.

“What?” Alex asked, laughing slightly.

“Just wondering how many guys would have killed to be where I am right now just a few years ago.”

“Quite a few, I know of one that would have done more than that.”

“Okay, now I gotta know what he would have done, and do I need to worry about competition?” Alex erupted into laughter, her shoulders shaking almost violently as she covered her mouth to stifle the sound.

“Not a chance,” she finally said as she struggled to catch her breath. “I don’t even know who this kid was; I mean, I graduated in a class of almost 600. He might not have even been in my class.”

“So, how exactly do you know what he would have done?”

“It was right after the yearbooks came out my Junior year. I overheard him and another guy talking as they were looking through the yearbook, and he said, and I quote, ‘Alex Worthington, God I’d give my left nut to tap that.’”

This time it was Carson and Monique that erupted into wild fits of laughter. “You-you have got to be kidding me,” Monique said, leaning up against the door frame to keep herself upright. “If I had heard a boy say that about me when I was in high school, I would have kicked him in the nuts.”

“I was sorely tempted,” Alex admitted before she turned to Carson. “I’m glad you’re finding this amusing.”

“I’m sorry,” Carson said, still laughing and putting his hands up in mock defense. “Damn, that’s got to be one of the most stupid yet funny things I’ve ever heard.”

Not able to help herself, Alex shook her head and joined Carson and Monique in laughter. "Remind us of your limits and safe word," she said to Monique.

"No marks that can't be hidden easily by a cheer uniform. My safe word is banana."

"'Banana,'" Alex and Carson repeated.

"As I recall," Alex said as she stroked Monique's cheek, "you had a long-time fantasy of submitting to a white man or white woman." She circled Monique until she was behind her. She tucked some of Monique's long dark hair behind her ear and leaned in close. Monique shuddered and let out a breath as she felt Alex’s hot, moist breath on her ear. "Is it what you imagined it would be?"

"Better, Miss Alex."

"I'm glad," Alex said before softly kissing Monique's cheek. As she did, she undid the clasp of the other woman’s bra. The flimsy fabric fell to the floor, and just as quickly, Alex pulled down Monique's tiny thong. "I'll bet my mom hasn't truly dominated you; instead she's only submitted along with you. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Miss Alex."

"Now, you will be dominated by a white man and a white woman; if I recall from when we first met at the club, that's something you've fantasized about."

Monique licked her lips as she felt her nipples harden in growing arousal. "Yes, Miss Alex." Her voice was shaky with desire and barely above a whisper. But even so, she was plainly heard.

Alex reached down and parted her labia with her index and middle fingers; the wet pink flesh appeared as tempting as a bull's eye against the beautiful African-American' dark complexion.

"Look how fucking wet you are," Alex said with a slight laugh before turning her attention to Carson. "What should we do with her?"

"From the sound of it, pretty much anything we want." He stepped forward and pulled Monique away from Alex, spun her around, and then pulled her close to him. "Down on all fours and lick her shoes and feet."

"Yes, Sir," Monique quickly answered as she dropped to all fours. She then lowered her head and began to lick Alex’s open-toed stilettos.

Carson smiled as he crouched behind her and placed his left hand near the center of her back and slowly inserted the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her pussy. He began to gently probe inside of her, making a mental map of every spot he touched that made her gasp, tense, moan, whine, or mewl. "Don't you dare cum," he said in a commanding tone that made Monique moan in need as she continued to worship Alex’s feet.

He began to slowly but forcibly pump his fingers. With each thrust, he twisted or hooked his fingers to hit one of her sensitive spots, keeping the pattern random and never hitting the same spot twice in a row. She began to move her hips, attempting to move with his ever-changing pattern. "How do Mister Henning's fingers feel, slut?" Alex asked; she had to fight back a laugh at the way Monique's body shuddered when she degraded her. She wasn't sure if it was being called 'slut' that had done it, Carson’s fingers, or both.

"They feel so good, Miss Alex," Monique answered in a moan and then continued to lick Alex’s feet while trying to find Carson’s pattern. He suddenly stopped and then gave her ass a sharp, hard swat with his left hand, making her yelp in surprise.

"Settle, and focus on Miss Alex’s feet, not your greedy pussy." The sternness in his voice and the tingling burn in her ass made her shudder with delight.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

Within minutes, Monique was struggling to keep her focus on licking Alex’s feet and keep her hips still. She moaned and kicked her feet as she fought to pull herself back from the edge. “Look at you,” Alex laughed. “Licking my feet while a man finger fucks your brains out, forbidden to cum. You love being treated like a little whore don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Alex! I love it!” It wasn’t much longer before she pressed her forehead against Alex’s shoes, gritting her teeth. She let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a desperate wail. Her hips bucked, and her juices covered Carson’s hand.

Alex bent down and gripped Monique’s long dark hair and lifted her head, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Bad girl,” she said in a stern yet somehow playful tone. “How should we punish her?” she asked, turning her attention to Carson.

“I have an idea. Would you mind taking off your clothes and lying on your bed?”

Alex gave him a smirk before removing her red dress and the light matching lingerie beneath, before lying on her bed, her head and upper back propped up by the nest of thick, fluffy pillows. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is this as far as your plan goes?”

“Hardly,” he said with a slight laugh. He looked down at Monique; the look on her face told him she was awaiting whatever punishment he had in mind with a sense of eager anticipation. “Get on the bed, on your knees, ass in the air, and face between Miss Alex’s legs. Do not eat her pussy.”

“Yes, Sir,” Monique said before quickly assuming the ordered position. Alex’s eyes moved from Monique to Carson. He unbuckled his belt and began to slowly pull it from the loops of his pants. The sound of the leather sliding through the cloth loops echoed around the room almost like the hiss of a snake. When it was finally free, he folded the black strip of leather over and held the working end and buckle in his closed hand. He shifted his grip so that his index and middle fingers were extended, helping to stabilize the flexible leather.

He tapped the belt against Monique’s ass. Monique spread her legs a bit further and arched her back more, inviting a lash from the belt. “Monique, after each lash, I want you to ask Miss Alex for permission to eat her pretty pussy, don’t bother keeping count of the lashes. Alex, when you think she’s been properly punished, order her to eat you.” Alex looked at him with an eager smile and nodded in agreement.

“Did you understand that, naughty girl?”

“Yes, Miss Alex.”

Carson tapped Monique’s ass with the belt twice more, then slowly pulled his arm back before swinging the belt forward. The belt landed on Monique’s beautiful dark flesh with an almost wet-sounding echo that echoed along with Monique’s moan around the room.

“May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?” Carson waited a few seconds before delivering the second lash. “May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?”

Carson watched as Monique’s body tensed in anticipation of the next lash. The leather made contact with her flesh with a resounding crack that echoed through the bedroom. Monique whimpered, her voice trembling as she asked again.

“May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?”

Carson delivered another stinging blow, this time slightly lower. The darkening welts began to form a pattern across Monique’s ass.

“May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?”

The sound of the belt meeting flesh, followed by Monique’s desperate pleas, created a rhythmic symphony of dominance and submission. Carson felt his own arousal building as he continued the punishment, each stroke measured and precise. He glanced at Alex, who watched with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath.

“May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?”

Carson landed another stroke, this time across the upper thighs. Monique’s voice had grown hoarse, her desperation evident in every syllable. The smell of arousal filled the room, mixing with the faint scent of leather and perfume.

“May I eat your pretty pussy, Miss Alex?”

Alex finally nodded, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Enough. Eat me now, slut.”

Carson lowered the belt as Monique eagerly complied, her tongue darting out to taste Alex’s wetness. The sounds of Alex’s moans joined the symphony, creating a perfect harmony of pleasure and pain. Carson stepped back, admiring the sight before him. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like if he had taken Monique as his submissive.

He unbuttoned his shirt, watching as Alex’s fingers tangled in Monique’s hair, guiding her movements. The sight of Monique’s ass, marked with the evidence of his discipline, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him.

“Good girl,” Alex murmured, her head falling back against the pillows. “You’re doing so well now.” She shifted her gaze to Carson and smirked as he undressed. “Show her how hard you can fuck, Carson.”

“Gladly,” he replied as he took position behind her and began running the head of his cock along her glistening folds. She moaned and quivered as she felt his cock glide along her entrance. He gripped her hips and with one smooth thrust, buried himself balls deep in her wet heat.

“Fffuuck,” Monique moaned into Alex’s pussy, making her shudder with pleasure.

Carson moved his left hand to the back of Monique’s, pressing her face further into Alex’s pussy. With his other hand, he tightened his grip on Monique’s hip and began to thrust in and out of her savagely, sending a clear message that she was little more than their mutual fuck toy for the night.

The slap of skin against skin filled the bedroom as Carson drove into Monique with punishing force. Her muffled moans vibrated against Alex’s sex, drawing gasps and sighs from the blonde woman beneath her. Carson watched Alex’s face contort with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, lips parted in ecstasy.

“Harder, show her what it would be like, had you claimed her at the club and not Monica.” Alex’s voice was breathy yet firm.

Carson smiled, increasing his pace until Monique’s body rocked forward with each thrust. The welts on her ass had darkened to angry red lines that he found strangely beautiful against her dark skin. He reached around to find her clit, circling it with his thumb as he continued to pound into her.

“Look at you,” he growled, “being used by us both. Just a pretty toy.”

Monique whimpered in response, the sound sending vibrations through Alex’s core. The room filled with the mingled scents of sex and leather, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightened Carson’s pleasure.

Alex’s fingers tightened in Monique’s hair, pulling her closer. “Don’t stop licking,” she ordered, her back arching off the bed.

Carson felt Monique’s walls clench around him as her arousal built. The pressure was exquisite, making it difficult to maintain control. He slowed his thrusts, wanting to prolong the experience.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Monique’s ear. “You don’t cum until we say.”

She nodded frantically, her tongue never ceasing its ministrations on Alex’s folds. Carson could see the struggle in her body, the way she fought against her impending orgasm. He smiled, proud of her obedience.

Alex’s breathing quickened, her hips beginning to rise to meet Monique’s mouth. “Yes, right there,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The tension in the room built to an almost unbearable level. Carson could feel his own release approaching, the pressure building at the base of his spine. He glanced down to where his cock disappeared into Monique’s slick heat, watching himself enter her again and again.

“Carson,” Alex called out, her voice urgent. “Make her cum with me.”

He increased his pace once more, driving into Monique with renewed vigor while maintaining his attention on her clit. The combined stimulation proved too much. Her body tensed, then shuddered around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The vibrations of her moans sent Alex over the edge as well, her cry of release echoing through the room.

Carson held out only moments longer before his own climax claimed him. He emptied himself into Monique with a guttural groan, his hips jerking forward with each pulse of pleasure.

For several moments, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing. Carson slowly withdrew from Monique, watching as a mixture of their fluids dripped from her. He stepped back, admiring the scene before him: Alex sprawled across her childhood bed, looking thoroughly satisfied; Monique still on her knees, her face glistening with Alex’s arousal, her backside marked with the evidence of his discipline.

“That was...” Carson began, searching for adequate words.

“Perfect,” Alex finished for him, a lazy smile pulling at her lips.

What next? Answer in comments.

A) Dominique and Cynthia's night

B) James and Kelly's night

C) A weekend at the club

D) Something else, what?