Page 26 of Master Class

“Yes, Master,” Clarissa whispered, careful to hide her disappointment, while other more urgent and confusing questions and emotions came boiling to the surface of her mind like the bubbles in a cauldron of witches brew.

Where will you be?

Will you be taking Margie with you?

Are you gonna fuck her?

Edge stood back and grunted. Then he reached for Margie’s arm and led her towards the bathroom door. The girl went willingly with Edge, her steps brisk with a secret enthusiasm and anticipation. Edge glanced back over his shoulder. He could see Clarissa watching him, her eyes wide and unfathomable.

“I’ll be in the other bedroom with Margie. Remember – Jim is an experienced Master. Obey him.”

Clarissa watched, frowning and disturbed, until Edge had taken Margie through the adjoining bathroom into the next bedroom. The last thing she saw was Margie turning to Edge in the frame of the far doorway, her face lifted to his in a shy adoring submissive smile. They were standing close, their bodies almost pressing together.

Then the door shut, and Clarissa turned cold with disturbed dread.

Jim cleared his throat. Clarissa turned stiffly. The man was laying on his back, with his shorts down around his ankles, and his cock vaulting and hard, thrust at the canopy over the vast bed. He had his hands behind his head like an extra pillow. He looked hungrily at Clarissa.

“Come here,” Jim said. His voice was thickening with his desire. He watched her walk to the side of the bed.

“Turn around.”

Clarissa turned with her back to him.

“Now bend over.”

Clarissa folded forward at the waist.

She heard Jim growl like a starving animal. It was a crude lust-filled sound that’s meaning was unmistakable.

“Spread your legs and play with yourself.”

Clarissa parted her legs and reached between her thighs with one of her hands. Her hair fell about her face like a great golden curtain of shimmering light. She closed her eyes. Her legs were straight, every muscle drawn tight and accentuated by the heels she wore. She used the flat of her hand to slowly tease her clit and felt it harden between her fingers.

She imagined Jim, laying on the bed and watching her, ravenous with his wanting. She thought about the way his eyes must be roaming over her ass and her pussy; how much he wanted to fuck her. She felt her nipples begin to harden, but it never quite happened, because suddenly her thoughts began to crowd with dark and troubling uncertainties.

What was Edge doing with Margie in the other bedroom?

Was she on her knees right now, worshipping his huge cock with those soft lips of hers, and treating him to the kind of blowjob that she had demonstrated in the tiny sex shop cubicle?

Was Edge standing, with his back against the bedroom wall and his eyes closed? Did he have his cock in Margie’s mouth and his hands clawing at her hair as she showed him pleasures that Clarissa had yet to fully master?

Or was he fucking her?

Her mind became a dark whirl of fears and dread… and… and jealousy?

Could that be?

Could Clarissa be insanely jealous because Edge was with another woman when she – Clarissa – was supposed to satisfy and service him completely?

She drew a deep breath and felt Jim’s hand on her ass. He was rubbing her bottom as though to sooth an ache. Then one of his fingers slid between her thighs. She felt it brush against her own hand and she let hers fall away and his take over.

She was too distracted to be aroused. Instead of focusing on the man she had been ordered to please, she was thinking about her Master in another bedroom. She felt a warm flush of color spread across her cheeks.

The irrational absurdity of what she was feeling struck her. Edge had seen her and sent her to pleasure a dozen different men, and she had done so willingly; excitedly. So what possible right did she have to be jealous of Edge if he chose to fuck another woman?

It made no sense… until suddenly it did. Clarissa wasn’t jealous of Edge being in a room with Margie, or any other woman, for that matter. She had no emotional investment in the man. He was just the man who was training her and facilitating her fantasies. What really burned her though… what really filled her with a simmering jealous rage, was the possibility that he could be fucking another girl.

Fucking some other woman when what she herself wanted more than anything else was to have his cock inside her!

She had begged him, for god’s sake!

It wasn’t that Edge was with another woman. It was the outrage that he would want some pussy other than hers.

That’s what really burned her.

Jim slipped one of his fingers inside the lips of her pussy and the intimate touch within her brought her reluctantly out of her dark seething mood, and forced her to focus. She let out an obligatory little sigh, just the way she was expected, and then made a soft contented sound in the back of her throat. She felt nothing, but she was compelled to respond.

Jim used his finger to slowly fuck her. Clarissa was wet, but not aroused. She stayed bent obediently and let her mind drift while Jim’s touch stroked and teased her.

She thought about Edge in that bedroom. He was just twenty feet away from her, probably lying on the bed by now, probably with Margie’s tight pussy wrapped around his cock.

Bastard!

She saw the other girl perched on top of Edge, her knees bent, their groins locked together as Margie slowly lifted herself up and down Edge’s thick cock. In her mind’s eye she could see the girl’s mouth open, her lips still puffy from sucking his long shaft. She would have her eyes closed and her head thrown back, and she would be slowly riding him, slowly milking his cock with every plunge of her pussy.

Fucking bastard!

Clarissa began to rock her hips, making herself sway and respond to the finger inside of her. She could hear Jim’s breathing becoming hoarse. It was rasping in the back of his throat.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked thickly. “Do you like big Jim’s finger deep inside you?”

“Oh, yes,” Clarissa breathed with all the fake conviction she could muster.

“Good girl,” the man cooed. He stood up behind her and rubbed his hard cock along the crack of h

er ass. He was grunting, breathing hard suddenly. Clarissa could imagine the twist of torment on his face – to be so close to fucking her, but not allowed to. She lowered herself to her knees and turned towards the bed. Jim’s cock was right in front of her face. It was about six inches long. He was slowly stroking himself, grabbing at the head of his cock as if he could somehow stretch it longer. Clarissa opened her mouth but did not move.

Jim was looking down at her, his eyes wild and red with lust. There was a snarl of brute desire on his lips. He rubbed his cock around the ‘O’ of her lips, smearing her lipstick, and then carefully placed himself on her tongue.

Clarissa could feel the heat of him, and each tiny little pulse as he clenched and throbbed. Jim made her wait a full minute; still and obedient, then finally threw back his head.

“Suck me!” he insisted.

Clarissa closed her lips over the shaft of Jim’s cock and began to bob her head up and down. Her tongue ran over the thick veins along the underside of his shaft, and she filled her mouth with saliva and painted the length of his cock with it. Jim had his hands on his hips, his chest swollen by a deep lungful of air.

A thought struck Clarissa: Would Edge cum inside Margie? Would he fuck her right up until the moment he filled her pussy with his hot cum?

Just the idea infuriated her like it would be a monstrous betrayal.

She felt herself burning with unfounded outrage.

How dare he? How dare the bastard not only fuck another woman when she had been begging him to fuck her instead… but then to fill the other woman with his hot cum?

Her mind turned blank, then became incisive and calculating. She had to make Jim orgasm quickly. She had to wring the cum from his balls as fast as possible. Maybe then she could burst into the other room and catch Margie and Edge rutting and fucking like animals. And then she could storm out, incensed and wild with the treachery of Edge’s deceit. He would be forced to chase after her, wouldn’t he? He’d be forced to fuck her too, then… and she would have what she wanted.

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