Two forms of protection

My first thought is, "Relax, the apartment is clean." My second thought is, "Panic! This could be another bitch coming to kill you!" My experience with Freya confirmed something I've known for years, women are dumb, feral animals, and they have to be kept under control to be worth anything.

I grab some pants from the drawer, shove them on, then run into the living room.

Freya is in the corner, still staring at my picture and jilling her wet pussy. After 26 hours of edging with no sleep, she looks exhausted and dehydrated, and she's speaking in a slurred monotone. "I love Greg's cock. It's the best. I'm a slut. Really horny for Greg's cock." It doesn't even look like her eyes are focused.

"You can stop the mantra," I say. I run to the kitchen and pull out some instant coffee that I keep for all-nighters. I mix it up as quickly as I can, but I don't have time for boiling water, so it's just tap water hot. I take a cup to Freya. "Hey, drink this. I need you alert."

She takes the cup, and I continue. "I've got a woman coming over. I think she's fine, but... You know what, don't worry about it. All you need to remember is that you're my bodyguard. It's your job to protect me."

As sleep deprived as she is, Freya still chuckles at that. "Bodyguard?"

"Yeah. I'm going to fuck the shit out of this woman, or at least that's the plan. If she tries to hurt me or incapacitate me in any way, you know, like you did yesterday, yell out a warning and jump her. You've proven you can fight, so fight just as hard for me. Just, pay attention and protect me, okay?"

She rolls her eyes, but nods understanding.

I get a call from the front desk, but it's the morning shift, so it's a different doorman than usual. "Good morning, sir. There's a Caitlin here to see you?" Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, "She's wearing a very long coat."

"Yeah, send her up."

I go to Freya's gym bag. I pull out the duct tape and set it on a table.

There's a knock at my door. I take away Freya's empty coffee cup and say, "Keep fingering your pussy unless I need you. And pay attention." I answer the door, and Caitlin is standing on the other side, wearing a long, beige coat that's pulled close around her. It is definitely not coat weather.

"May I come in, master?"

"Um, sure!" I wave her into my home.

She walks in and immediately strips off her coat, revealing that she's completely naked other than her high heels, and drops to her knees. "Please fuck me, master! I can't resist you anymore! I fully submit to your wanton desires!"

"Prof. Barnes?" says Freya. "Prof. Barnes! I'm in your "Renaissance and Revolutions" class! You know me, don't you?!"

Caitlin turns to the redhead masturbating in the corner, then turns back to me. "Oh! I'm sorry master, did I come at a bad time? Are you busy with another ****?"

Freya's eyes had lit up a little when she recognized Caitlin, but this was clearly not the response she expected.

Before I can say anything, Caitlin continues. "Or do you want us both?! Do you want us to kiss and eat each other out for your amusement?! I'm not a dirty, heathen lesbian, but you have so much **** against me, if you order me to fuck her with a gigantic, black, double-sided dildo, I will have **** and-"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" I say. "Slow down. She's not as far along as you. Goddamn you're excited! Let's just start with something simple, like a blowjob."

I sit down on the couch and pull down my pants. She crawls towards me on all fours, smiling. Smiling so wide. So many teeth. I grab her head before she can put her mouth around my cock and stop her. I'm suddenly thinking about how she could have bitten my dick off behind those garbage cans after our date.

"How about something a little different? Maybe just a handjob? And... you don't get to use your mouth. Like, at all. In fact, it would be sexy to tape your mouth closed." I think of how Freya stuffed a gym sock in my mouth to keep me quiet. "And maybe something else in your mouth?"

"Yes, good idea, master!" Caitlin nods enthusiastically. She looks around, then points at the underwear I left on the couch last night. "You can stuff those in my filthy slut mouth to keep me from making disrespectful noises!"

I hold up the underwear. "You know, I came in these last night. They're pretty crusty."

Caitlin rocks back on her heels. Her eyes go glassy, and she rubs her body. "Oh, that's so dirty! You've turned me into a dirty slut, so that's what I deserve, master!"

She opens her mouth wide and closes her eyes. This bitch really is dirty! I wad up the underwear and stuff as much as possible in her mouth, then rip off a piece of duct tape and secure it over her lips. She actually looks really beautiful this way. Her mouth is covered, but her eyes are gently smiling.

She takes my cock in her hands and gently strokes it. I lean back on the couch and relax. This feels good, really good. Caitlin puts my cock between her B-cup tits and pushes them together. Her bust isn't impressive, but seeing how big my cock looks against her wine glass tits makes me feel good.

I turn to look at Freya. She looks disgusted, but she can't look away because I told her to pay attention. Despite her disgust, over a full day of edging has had its effect. She's breathing heavily and twitching occasionally as she fingers her twat.

Time to try out my new trait again. "Freya, occasionally say something like "That looks so good" or "I wish that was me". Just mumble it quietly. Forget this."

Maybe that's going too far and she'll figure out the trick. Oh well, it's worth the risk.

Caitlin is very good at handjobs. She gently rubs my cockhead with one hand while rubbing my balls with the other. Then the hand on my balls goes down to her own pussy.

"No, this is all for me. Get both hands back on my cock, slut!"

Her hand whips back to my cock, but a few minutes later, she sneaks it back down to her pussy. I don't think she even realizes that she's doing it. I let it go. Freya makes a couple of comments while Caitlin works on me, but they're too quiet to understand. Soon I start feeling my ballsack tighten up.

"I'm about to cum!" I say. "Stick out your chest, I want to cum on your little professor tits!"

Caitlin sticks out her chest and points my cock at her tits as she jerks me off.

"Oh, your outfit in Friday's class was perfect! Just the right amount of hot for a teacher! But next class, unbutton your blouse a little. Just enough cleavage to show the whole class... the skin... where I blew my load!"

I cum on her chest, and it's great. Despite the gag, I can hear Caitlin make a happy moan. From the corner, Freya quietly says, "That's so fucking hot." The fact that her Scottish accent makes it sound like "fooking" somehow makes all of this hotter. She realizes that she said that too loudly and puts her hand over her mouth, then puts it right back in her pussy as she shivers, **** for an orgasm that she's not allowed to have.

I shoot my last load right at Caitlin's erect nipple, then collapse backwards. This is nice. Everything is going great, Caitlin really is a horny slut and wouldn't ever hurt me, I'm fine. I pull the tape off her mouth, but she just kneels there beside the couch, my underwear partially hanging out of her mouth. I pull it out and enjoy her beautiful, dutiful smile.

"That was good, right?" I ask.

"That was incredible, master. I love serving you!"

"Good. Hey, it's about lunch time. Go make me a sandwich."

She hops up and goes to my little kitchen. I turn to Freya. The exhausted redhead slowly pulls one of her hands away from her cootch and flips me the bird, but it is extremely half hearted. Her face has no anger left in it, her mouth is half open and her eyes look ****.

Yeah, things are going well.