Chat and take a phone call.

After cumming in front of her friends a second time, Angela went up to get changed. Her sundress was ruined at this point, and she was glad nobody objected to her changing out of something that reeked of sex. In the meantime, Jen and Mary chatted for a bit on the couch. Although Mary couldn’t get Jen to promise not to command the rest of them for the rest of their girls trip, she did feel a bit better that Jen wouldn’t put them too far out there. At least not any farther than they had been in undergrad.

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Upstairs, Angela was having a new set of problems. While she was changing, she’d gotten a text from Avery’s number. She knew she had to read it. The click was already there. But she was fighting with all her might to delay it. After thirty seconds, she caved. The message read: Hey. Where are you? Came by your house and just saw your husband. Happy to have a little chat with him if you’re not able to talk rn. She cursed herself for waiting and responded instantly. The last thing she wanted was her husband meeting the guy who’d been fucking her throat for a week.

I’m here! I’m taking a little vacation trip rn. Won’t be back for a week.

She put her phone down while trying to pick out a new outfit. Not that she had many she would like to wear in front of her friends.

Her phone started ringing before she made any progress. Avery was FaceTiming her. “Shit.” She stammered out, fighting to try take a minute to dress herself before picking up. She couldn’t do it, placing the phone on the bedside table at an angle to give him a full view of her naked body save for the pink vibrator cord peaking out of her pussy and the four inch heels he’d ordered her to wear whenever she wasn’t working out or taking care of her hygiene. As the screen lit up to show his curly brown hair and bare chest, she could hear the telltale “gluck gluck” of some other girl trying to handle his member down their throat. As ordered, she assumed the FaceTime pose: spread legs, hands behind her back, standing straight.

“Love those tits, babe.” He smiled wide while running his eyes over her body. She could tell he was pleased by the “glumph” of his dick spearing a bit further down. “What do you want, Daddy?” Ange hated that she called him that, but she couldn’t help it. She could get away with “kid” or “prick” when he was a state away and out of sight, it seemed, but when you was in view she couldn’t stop herself from following his command. “Oooh, keep that up, babe.” Avery directed his comment to the girl who seemed to be handling his cock below the frame. Ange figured she must be pretty good at it if she could get him to change his focus from talking to a naked bombshell stuck holding their tits out. He continued, “Ok, it’s totally cool you went off on a trip. I’m crazy horny but I’m not plain crazy. Besides I got tons of blondes in this neighborhood already, even if you are one of my favorites. But, just cuz you’re out of my neighborhood doesn’t mean you’re off my radar. Anybody traveling with you?”

Ange paused as the slurping noises continued. She did not want to reveal to this sexed up freak that she would be in a cabin with four other bombshells for a whole week. He hadn’t given her a command to be truthful specifically yet, although his general “don’t lie to me” residual command from when he first came over and had her coating his shaft in slobber still seemed to work. She thought she had the perfect answer when the unmistakably loud pop of the girl’s mouth coming off his dick shocked her. But it didn’t shock her as much as what the girl said. “Hey, better tell the truth to my man, gym bitch. And start playing with your clit and those big tits. He deserves a good show from you. Don’t you shake them for a living?”

*Click.*

Angela’s eyes went wide as she began circling her clit with one hand and squeezing her nipple with the other. She felt the low hum of the vibrator begin again. Fuck, she thought, not again. The last thing she expected was for Avery to actually fuck somebody and pass on his status given how much head on demand he could have. The increased humming of the vibrator made her let out yet another moan. She would be sore tomorrow after her pussy had to take all this ****. She wondered if this round on the vibrator was just for her or if every girl back home was suddenly starting to get flushed. She responded as the sucking sounds of the mystery woman who seemingly had equal status with Avery resumed, “I’m on a girls tri-I-ip with thrEEe of my friends from u-U-undergrad. And no-OOooo, I do-OOO-on’t SHAAAAKE for a liviiiiiiing.”

She couldn’t help thinking what a slut she sounded like as she fought back an orgasm around every other word. She could feel herself dripping again. Avery’s smile was wide as could be. His hazel eyes glinted in the iPhone’s light as he soaked up the blonde bimbo trying not to cum in front of him yet again. The girl popped off his cock again before he could speak.

“Sure, girl. You definitely look like you do more than shake that ass for a living. Speed up a little. Maybe if you can keep yourself from cumming a few more minutes I’ll let you keep your little gym job instead of setting up at a strip club.” Avery frowned at that. Angela’s eyes were wide with sudden fear as she sped up. She’d never met this girl, never seen her face—she’d just heard her voice in-between her sucking off the biggest asshole she’d ever met. And she genuinely didn’t know if she would be able to resist a full-on career change command from someone with status like hers. Avery tried to temper the reaction.

“Easy, babe. She’s just another girl with a great throat. You’re the only one I’m going to fuck, like, for real.” He sounded almost apologetic as he watched Angela struggling to keep her moans from getting loud enough to alert her friends in the other room. He started speaking almost penitently to both of the women involved in the erotic display.

“Look, Angela, sorry about that. You can call my girl Pastel. She’s a little defensive since I could fuck anybody I feel like and choose not to. Deep down she gets that if I did, I would pass on my status and ruin the whole thing I have going on right now. And besides, I kind of like her a whole lot.” He looked away from the gorgeous woman moaning for him on FaceTime to look down at the girl on her knees in front of him. She was a little chubby, but in a way he found perfect. His eyes drank in every inch of her curves, and he couldn’t help but push her head down further onto his shaft to watch her massive tits jiggle.

He paused a minute to look into Pastel’s green eyes and luxuriate in her blowjob before continuing, which seemed to get a lot happily sloppier after his final sentence. After a minute of all three moaning, Avery continued addressing the very close to orgasm blonde on the phone. “So, here’s the deal. If Pastel ever reaches out to you in any form and identifies herself to you, you have to talk to her. And be honest with her. No lying or misdirection. Same with me, actually. Just to be safe. All your residuals are still a go. And if anybody manages to remove one or more of them, you need to contact me discreetly and let me know. Anything else, babe?”

Pastel’s voice floated over the speaker as Angela reached the point where she couldn’t keep her volume down while still **** to stand. “How’s the anatomy command going? The one that makes her wet for you all the time you do things to her or make sexy things happen to her.” Pastel got back to work and took Avery as deep as she could. “Fuck! Damn, you’re good. How is that going Angie?”

Angela couldn’t fight it back any longer. She came again. Like a faucet.