Chapter 20: Jade

Friday, December 15, 2023

I knelt on the floor on my hands and knees with my mouth open to accommodate the short, thick cock stuffed inside it. Behind me, another much longer shaft buried itself deep in my pussy, rocking my body back and forth, shoving the short one further into my throat. The person whose penis was in my mouth grunted and groaned from his seat on my couch.

“Fuck!” Danny Thomas said.

Danny was one of the baseball players in my pre-med study group. He had a short black cock, but so thick I could barely fit my mouth around it. Meanwhile, his teammate, Phillip Gomez, a boy from Spain, and one of the most beautiful males I’d ever seen, took me from behind.

Also sitting on my couch were two other friends: Travis Wilcox, also a baseball player and Danny’s best friend. He watched us and stroked his long thin cock, keeping himself hard for his next turn. While Samuel Woodward, a half-Japanese, half-Filipino wrestler, barely had to touch himself to stay erect. It was very flattering having four handsome men in my little studio apartment, either fucking me or waiting their turn.

It was a game we decided to play. The two teams took turns railing me for five minutes. One fucked me while the other got sucked. Then, the teams switched for five minutes. In the next switch, the one who had gotten to fuck me got a turn in my mouth.

So far, we’d been going for over twenty minutes, and nobody had cum. Yet. But I had a feeling Danny wasn’t going to last much longer. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and was rewarded with a bit of salty precum from his tip. He groaned again at the sensations, so I started humming to give him vibrations along with the suction and tongue swirling. Just before he came, the timer dinged. Danny pulled his cock so fast out of my mouth he scraped my front teeth.

“Damn! That was close!” he said as he sat on the couch and took deep breaths. At the same time, Phillip pulled his cock out of my pussy and joined Danny while Travis slipped inside me from behind and Samuel knelt in front of my face.

We continued this game for another twenty minutes before Danny finally blew his load into my mouth. All the other guys cheered and high-fived each other. The agreement was that whoever came first missed out on triple-teaming me. So Danny had to sit aside while Phillip, Travis, and Samuel used my three holes until they all came.

Without saying why, I directed Phillip to my ass because he had the smallest cock of the three, though it wasn’t much smaller than Samuel’s. They were both average-sized guys. Phillip took his time lubing both his rod and my anal sphincter.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I’m squeaky clean back there.”

I always kept my ass as clean as possible since I was never much more than three days away from an appointment with Sir. It took some coordinating to get everybody in place for the foursome, but the boys quickly got the hang of it once we got going.

I took my time slowly sucking Travis’ long thin cock. As before, I let the motions of Phillip and Samuel guide my mouth movements up and down his shaft. Having two cocks in me at once sent waves of pleasure radiating through my core. But it wasn’t enough to get me to orgasm.

“Spank me,” I told Phillip.

After a brief moment, Phillip gave me a soft swat on my butt cheek. After my sessions with Sir, it felt more like a love tap.

“Keep going. Harder.”

This time, Phillip spanked me hard, but it didn’t sting like I wanted it to. Like I needed it.

“Harder!”

Phillip responded with a spank so hard I felt it in my toes. My pussy pulsed with pleasure.

“Yes! Again!”

Phillip slapped it again, and this time, I felt it.

“Ow!” he complained. “That hurts my hand.”

“Switch hands,” I said. “Travis, choke me while he spanks me.”

“What?” Travis asked.

“Choke me!”

My orders made them stop fucking my ass and pussy.

“You want me to choke you?” Travis asked.

“Not too hard, but enough that I can’t breathe.”

Travis suddenly seemed nervous. “That seems dangerous. I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Just let go when you feel me shaking because that means I had a great orgasm. This is what I want. Please? And Phillip, don’t stop spanking me. Please.”

“Okay,” Phillip said.

“I can try,” Travis added.

They resumed their fucking, and I continued sucking Travis’s cock. Before I had to prompt them, Phillip smacked my ass hard, and Travis gripped my throat in his long thin hands. I tried to breathe and found that it wasn’t difficult at all, so I put my hand over his and squeezed tighter. The next time I tried to breathe, I could barely suck down anything.

Now we were getting somewhere. As the four of us continued our erotic dance, I climbed closer and closer to my climax, barely able to get fresh oxygen to my brain. Phillip was humping my butthole and slapping me so rapidly that I could tell he was about to cum in my ass. And then I popped.

The lack of oxygen combined with the pain on my ass and the sensation of three cocks inside me was pleasure overload. My entire body shook. At the sound of my muffled grunting and moaning, Phillip busted his nut into my ass. Less than ten seconds later, Samuel rammed his cock into me like a piston and came inside my honey pot. I jacked Travis furiously until his cum filled my mouth. It was a glorious trifecta of orgasms. When they finished, I rolled off of them.

“Who wants to get cleaned up and go for round two?” I asked. “I was thinking we could try face slapping and hair pulling this time.”

Samuel looked away from me. “This is a little too rough for me, Jade. I had fun, but ... I’m going to bow out.”

“I’m tired, too,” Travis said. “And we have finals coming up. I need to get some rest.”

They were a bunch of chickenshits. Too scared to slap me or pull my hair? What the fuck? I didn’t want to show them my disappointment, so I played it cool and thanked them for the get-together. I had been hoping for a more extended, more intense session than that, but I guess it was the best I could expect from twenty-year-old boys.

They dressed quietly. None of them looked at me. The atmosphere in my apartment slowly mutated from fun and sexy to awkward, and I hated it. Now I just wanted them to get the fuck out. Finally, they mumbled their goodbyes and left me alone.

With my hands clutching my front and back sides to keep the cum from leaking everywhere, I made my way to the shower and cleaned up. It was the best orgasm I’d had outside of a session with Sir in many weeks.

Fucking Sir.

I hated her, but she blew my mind with incredible climaxes every single time I went to her studio. Earlier this week, she had mummified me in a rubber blanket again with a respiration bag fed into my mouth through a hole in the blanket and trapped a vibrator against my clit and pussy. Each time she’d asphyxiated me, I’d cum throughout my entire body. Two weeks ago, I’d been fucked in the ass with a bag over my head and a pulse oximeter on my finger to tell Sir when I was getting low on oxygen so the bag could be removed before I passed out. I had never had so many orgasms from anal sex.

However, not all of my sessions were so exhilarating. Last week I’d had to do a 69 with another pet, but instead of licking each other’s pussies, we had to drain each other’s breasts as quickly as possible. Whoever lost got paddled and whipped. The other girl had boobs twice my size. She easily beat me. That same night Sir made me suck my own cock while the other pet sucked my balls. Then we snowballed a massive amount of cum for fifteen minutes.

Sir was pretty much all I had in my life these days. Hannah was busy preparing for finals, so sex was the last thing on her agenda. Velma and I had barely spoken after our fight over a month ago. Fanny wouldn’t even look at me. The stuff I had screamed at her last month had been so hurtful, so cruel, that I couldn’t blame her.

But the one that hurt the most was Opal. She had been acting weird for weeks. Unlike Fanny and Velma, no fight had happened between us. A few weeks ago, she just ... changed. She quit the library and got a job at the university fitness center. All of her free time and energy was spent with her boyfriend. She barely returned my texts and calls. And the one time I’d bumped into her on campus, she’d flinched when I went to hug her, so I decided to leave her alone.

My life had become so lonely that my sessions with Sir were the highlights of my week because they were the only times I could forget all my other problems. Yet I hated Sir. She was the cause of my issues with Velma, Hannah, and Fanny. Our sessions left me so exhausted and sore. I hadn’t been myself for the last four months. Sir had fucked up my entire life. But at this point, I was a third of the way through my one-year commitment. I could last for eight more months.

I went to work on Saturday and kept to myself, focused on my preparations for finals. Marjorie had left us a stack of papers to bind for one of the medical school classes. We rarely had to do projects like this, but when they came up, we were expected to complete them by Monday. Since I didn’t feel like shelving books, I assigned Velma and Mabel—the new hire from my study group—to do that while I went into a back room to use the hole puncher on the stacks and thread the spiral binding through them.

Unfortunately, Marjorie miscounted the number of spirals needed and shorted me by a whole box. I looked everywhere for the other box, but couldn’t find it. The only place it could be was in her office, which was locked whenever she was out. I tried to call her to see if she would open the office for me, but she didn’t answer. I sent a text instead and headed to the front.

As I passed Majorie’s office, I said aloud, “What the hell...” and tried her door. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I went in and turned on the light.

This was my first time being in Marjorie’s office without my boss’s presence or approval. Her door automatically locked behind her, and she always closed it when she left. My old work buddy Marcos once asked why she always locked it.

She grinned and declared, “Top secret ordering documents must be protected!”

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Velma and Sarah were still away from the front desk shelving books. I glanced around the office for the box. And there it was, right behind her desk atop a filing cabinet. I grabbed it and headed out of the room, locking the door as I pulled it closed.

Just before it snapped shut, Nicholas’s words popped into my mind, unbidden and unremembered until that very moment. I stopped the door with my foot, preventing it from closing.

“Your boss’s calendar. Take a look at it when you get a chance.”

I had never even seen Marjorie’s calendar. Did she keep one? She had a wall calendar next to her light switch, but it was empty except for the holidays printed on it. I moved over to her desk and looked around her relatively pristine desktop. Under the desk, she had a pull-out sliding hutch. On it were her keyboard, mouse, and mouse pad.

I pulled on her desk drawers, but they were locked. I wiggled her mouse, and the screen lit up, but her account was password-protected. I didn’t bother trying to guess that. I stood back up, and something caught my eye. It was jammed into the narrow space between the CPU tower and the lower desk shelf space enclosing it. I used a pen from her coffee mug to slide it out. It was a thin black book. On its cover were two letters etched ornately in gold: BV.

I pulled out my phone and opened my Google Lens app. Then, I snapped a picture of the logo. It didn’t take long to get a hit.

Black Velvet.

I knew that name. Marcy worked for Black Velvet. She had bragged about it when I’d visited her in Denver. But I couldn’t call Marcy because she had blocked my number. I’d tried to call her after her mother died, but it always went straight to voicemail. Was she still living with Phoebe? If so, I had to go by her house after work and see if she could tell me more about it.

By the end of my shift, it was dark and snowing lightly. I walked out to my car alone, which I was accustomed to as the employee in charge of locking up most nights. Somebody was sitting on the hood of my car, waiting for me and drawing figures in the snowflakes on my windshield. From a distance, I thought it was Nicholas, but the person was too small.

It was Velma.

I stopped short of my car, not wanting to do this again. Velma recognized this and approached me.

“I need a ride home,” she said in her Georgia accent.

“Where’s your car?”

“At my apartment. I got dropped off here so you would have to give me a ride.”

I sighed in frustration. “You can walk home.”

“It’s cold and snowing. I could get raped.”

“Nobody is going to want to rape you. Trust me...”

I moved forward to go around her, but she blocked my path. “That’s rude.”

“Seriously, Velma. I’m not giving you a ride.”

“I need your help. I need advice. And even though we fight a lot, I trust you.”

“No,” I said flatly. “Every time this happens—every time you come to me for help, it ends in you getting angry at me and accusing me of trying to seduce you or slapping me in the face. Why would I help you?”

Velma deflated and leaned into the side of my car. “You’re right. I don’t deserve your help.” Her big blue eyes filled with tears. “I’ve been unfair to you so many times. I’m so screwed up.”

“Ugh,” I moaned. “Don’t cry. I don’t need that right now.”

“I’m not crying!” Velma snapped.

“Well, you look like you are.”

“I’m not!”

“Liar.”

“Bitch!” Velma clapped a hand over her mouth.

I stared at her in surprise. I had never heard her swear before.

“I’m sorry, Jade!” Her voice was muffled by her hand.

I laughed. “Whatever. Get in the car.”

I started the engine and let it warm up before backing out of my spot. “What do you need help with?”

Velma waited a long time before answering. “Tyson wants to move in with me.”

“So?”

“I’m so confused!” Velma ran her hand through her hair, eyes wide with bewilderment. “And I feel so guilty!”

“About him wanting to move in with you?”

“I’ve been giving into my lusts, Jade! Anal sex. Oral sex. The other night, I almost let him—I almost gave him my virginity!”

I put my forehead on the steering wheel. “For Pete’s sake, Velma, just fuck him already and quit worrying about this shit!”

“That’s not even the worst of it!” she squeaked as her emotions grew to a fever pitch.

“What could be worse than giving up your—”

“My thoughts!” she exclaimed. “They are out of control!”

“Your thoughts?”

Velma nodded vehemently. “Romans 8. ‘Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires.’”

“Okay...”

“I’m living a sinful nature!”

“Because you want to have sex with Tyson. Velma, it’s normal to have sexual desires. That’s part of being human. It’s how we were made!”

“My thoughts are evil and wrong!” Velma shouted back.

“You are supposed to be attracted to the opposite sex! That’s why we want to have sex!”

“But I’m attracted to women!” Velma screamed.

I slammed on the brakes, and my car skidded to a stop just before leaving the parking lot. I stared at Velma in silence. She did not say anything more. We didn’t move for a long time. The car was now warm, but I still hadn’t pulled out of the lot. I didn’t know what to say to Velma, but I could tell she was quietly crying.

“Every time I do stuff with Tyson, I think about...” She paused, wiped her face, and dried her fingers on her jeans. “I think about girls. And how it would be different if he were a girl.” Velma turned her devastated expression onto me. “Am I lesbian, Jade?”