How far are you willing to take this?

As Sophie grabs your quickly stiffening cock by the hilt and slides it between her lips, you can’t help but wonder about the temporary nature of your situation.

Sure, she’s pledged her obedience to you permanently, but what would that mean exactly?

She slides her lips down your shaft to the very base, burying her nose in your pubic hair. She doesn’t gag. She seems very experienced at this.

Your cock feels amazing as the back of her throat contracts around it. A few feet away, Carrie watches with a big smile and rubs at herself with excitement.

What could it possibly even look like to be Sophie Turner’s sexual master forever? Is she going to come back home with you. Eventually someone is going to notice: neighbors, friends, family. Or her friends and co-workers.

She slides her mouth off your long shaft, a massive bubble of spittle and cum oozing between her throat and your cock as she lips finally slide off.

The visual is amazing. The sensation is amazing. Carrie watches with a loo of almost admiration and maybe a bit of jealously. She slides her naked body over, wraps her arms around Sophie and slips her hands down to the actress’s pussy.

Sophie starts to moan.

Maybe you could, you think, bring Sophie home with you. Maybe you shouldn’t think of whether you can afford to, but whether you can afford not to.

Sophie rubs her face on your shaft, a combination of sweat and saliva, making the drying cum on her pretty visage moist again, and wiping it off on your throbbing meat. Then she eagerly puts it back on her mouth.

She could curl up on the bottom of your bed every night, like the pet that she is. You could keep her hidden from your friends. Or you could get new friends. Sophie Turner would attract the most beautiful people in your home town. You could hold lavish, decadent orgies with Sophie at the center.

You wouldn’t be jealous if every man in town dropped their seed on her. After all, she’ll always belong to you.

And the beautiful women drawn to Sophie’s orbit could all take turns sucking your cock. All the beautiful women back home. The one bartender you crush on. That weather girl.

Carrie could be your master of ceremonies. She’d love nothing more than planning and executing the most massive fuck parties in the history of your town.

As you think this, you watch Sophie effortlessly slide her lips off your cock again, her tongue gliding down to slurp up your sweaty scrotum. All the while her tits heaving up and down, her body shaking from the job Carrie is doing with her clit.

It’s a fantasy come true. But as much as you can imagine it continuing into a blissful fuck filled future. You know it’s probably a fantasy that’s not realistic.

“Okay” You say to your pet “climb aboard.”

In reality this may be the last time you see Sophie, and you can’t let the moment pass without being inside her.

She jumps up onto you, reverse just like Carrie did, and intently lowers her thin body onto your cock. You feel yourself slide into her wonderfully comfortable pussy.

And then, just as Sophie did for her, Carrie leans in and begins to lick the spot where your cock and her cunt meet.

And the truth is, no matter how big a celebrity slut Sophie is, no one will ever be better at sex than Carrie.

Her mouth doesn’t just dance around the spot where you fuck Sophie like and interloper, it takes control, insisting that it’s an essential part of the process of fucking, occasionally slipping your cock out of Sophie and sucking on it and then returning it, while flicking hard at Sophie’s swollen clit.

Sophie’s moans grow louder. She slams her hand against your thigh and squeezes it hard.

Then in one long lick, Carrie’s tongue travels from your balls, up your shaft, through Sophie’s clit, up her body, past her pierced nipple and landing with her tongue in Sophie’s mouth. After a long languorous kiss, she pulls away and has a question for you.

“Master, is your fuck doll allowed to cum?”

And you see no reason not to continue being the benevolent dom.

“Yes” You say, feeling yourself ready to burst deep inside Sophie.

Watching your girlfriend thrust her face back at Sophie’s clit seals the deal. You feel yourself jizz up into Sophie as she bounces on you hard.

She moans even louder. Then grunts. Then screams. Carrie is doing a real number on her. She pounds her hand on your thigh, then finally slides off your member and collapses into the floor.

Carrie goes with her, her tongue glued to the actress’s clit.

Sophie flails. Her eyes slip back into her head. She screams so loudly her voice escapes her. Finally Carrie pulls back, leaving Sophie a sweat-soaked rag on the floor.

Carrie crawls over and collapses next to her. And you join them, a pile of warm, sweat bodies.

I’m the morning you part ways. Sadly life has to continue. You tell Sophie that regardless what happens or how long before you meet again, she belongs to you and she nods in agreement. You give her permission to slut it up as much as she wants.

“I’ll send you presents” she says submissively.

And you’re back home not even a week before Carrie gets a text with a picture of Sophie absolutely drenched in cum.

You smile at your girlfriend as she shares it with you and she smiles back.

“I hope she keeps sending these forever” You say.

“I have a feeling she will.” Carrie answers.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: All good things must come to an end and so has this thread. Alas other exciting threads await attention elsewhere in this story.

You may continue it if you like, in your imagination or by adding more chapters