Hallway confrontation

The following day, Jesse strutted about the apartment with confidence. She had an inkling you might be interested in other women, but now knowing that other women were actively seeking you -- something set off her inner bisexual dominatrix. She would be in control of all your adultery, treating each of your tarts as her own personal plaything as well. You were the treat she owned, and she was the owner, giving them a taste.

Not only that, but now she had **** power over Carli. Walking down the hallway in her tightest business suit, Jesse caught a glimpse of Carli meekly exiting Ken's bedroom in her dumpy PJ's. Jesse strutted her way towards her, blocking her path to the bathroom. She stared directly into her eyes, while Carli couldn't look up from the ground. Carli trembled as she spoke.

"You're -- you're not gonna tell him, are you?" Carli's eyes were watering.

"Tell him what?" Jesse smiled, placing a hand on the wall to further block her access and assert physical dominance over this weak mouse.

"You know --"

"I want to hear you say it."

"That I -- that John and I had --"

"No, no, no," Jesse squeezed Carli's cheeks, tilting her face back so their eyes could meet, "John told me the whole truth. You have no secrets from me. You know what you did. Now tell me."

"That I snuck into John's bedroom and sucked his dick. And then we -- I had sex with him."

"And what was your intent by fucking my boyfriend?"

"I -- I wanted him to -- I wanted him to get me pregnant."

Jesse released Carli's cheeks. She pushed her head down in front of Carli's, like a lion about to tear the throat of it's prey. Hot breath pelted Carli's face as Jesse spoke her spiteful, acid-laced insults, "You're such a dumb bitch, Carli. Don't you know I regularly fuck and suck all the seed out of John? Even though he came in you, I drain him so often, he'd need at least three days to give you a fertile load. It was a no brainer to me that it wasn't John that approached you. He'd never risk leaving me, my healthy child bearing hips, and full tits. I knew that you **** John into it, somehow, taking him by surprise while he's got a hard cock in bed, waiting for his woman to come home. No doubt you wanted him after you ogled his bulge when he was wearing sweatpants. Oh, yes, I've seen you looking. You knew Ken wouldn't want to secure a dumpy broad like you so you thought you'd use my man's seed to trick him. Maybe I should tell Ken --"

"No, don't! Please!!" Carli cried.

"Ken's a good looking guy. He deserves a fit fuck. One who won't cheat on him with his roommate like a dumb whore."

"You're right -- you're right, Jesse. He deserves better. I'm so sorry," Carli was broken, sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

Jesse lunged and planted her lips on Carli's, tasting the salt of her tears. She pressed forward and pushed her tongue inside Carli's mouth, wiggling it around while Carli remained in shock, frozen. As Jesse removed her tongue from Carli's throat, she licked the remaining tears off her face.

"Tell me you're a dumb whore," Jesse cooed into her ear.

"I'm -- I'm a dumb whore." Carli's voice quivered.

In one swift motion, Jesse shoved her left hand into Carli's pajama bottoms, working their way beneath her panties, and shoving two fingers up Carli's pussy, wet with arousal from her kiss. Jesse curled her two fingers to press against her G-spot, while her thumb added pressure on her mound from the outside, the skin of her palm grinding against Carli's clit. Carli yelped but was quick to stifle her moaning to avoid waking Ken. Her legs quivered violently as she held her hand to her mouth, little yips and breaths escaping every so often as Jesse played with her pussy.

"Don't you fucking cum, whore," Jesse slid her other hand around the back of Carli's pajama bottoms and groped her ass, squeezing and caressing the fat and curves, "You're my toy now, Carli. You understand? Mine and John's. Anytime we want to fuck you, we will." Jesse curled her middle finger and prodded Carli's asshole with it.

"What are you --"

"And we'll do whatever the fuck we want to you." Putting more pressure on it, Jesse broke the resistance on her asshole, getting two thirds of her finger into Carli's anus. Carli's mouth fell slack as she gave in and let her privates be puppeted by her new mistress. Jesse moved both hands in and out of Carli at both ends, feeling the finger in her pussy against the fingers in her ass.

"Oh... my god... pu--puh--lease... let me... Jesse... that feels..." as Carli's voice started to raise in pitch, Jesse removed her fingers from Carli's holes. "No!" Carli squeaked.

Jesse held up both her hands to Carli's face. She could smell her own pungent pussy and ass on them.

"Clean them."

"Will you finish me if I do?"

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't."

Carli parted her lips and sucked meekly on Jesse's left fingers, tasting the wet musk of her pussy on them. She moaned at the thought of being owned by Jesse and you, at being your submissive toy. She turned to Jesse's right hand, and although initially she had some trepidation, Carli eventually got into it, shoving her finger knuckle deep into her throat, swallowing any remains of her asshole.

"I did what you asked, Jesse," Carli looked up at her, pleading.

Jesse patted her on the head, "Good girl." She leaned in and kissed her deep once more on the lips, Carli now returning the passion of the kiss, excited that her mistress was going to let her cum. Mid-kiss, Jesse yanked on one of Carli's nipples through her shirt while pulling her face deeper into hers, swallowing the sound of Carli's screams between her lips.

When their lips parted, Jesse smacked Carli across the face hard enough to send her stumbling back with a reddened cheek.

"You are my toy and I'll do whatever I want with you. And I say you don't get to cum. Whore."

Jesse turned and headed out the door to work, flicking her tongue for remnants over the fingers that were inside Carli's pussy.