Malpractice Chapter 4: Suspension of Certain Morals - Sex Stories

Malpractice Chapter 4: Suspension of Certain Morals

... legs for him in the future, I doubt I will say no. So ball's in your court now, bro.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “You got to take responsibility here and make sure Denise is satisfied, of course. Otherwise she may direct her affections elsewhere.” “Oh, I don't think there's a big risk of that.” Denise assured her. “I don't think anyone other than Matt is going to be able to satisfy me from now on.” “Yeah, I know what you mean. This did feel way better than it would have with someone else. Usually I need to be manhandled a little to cum this hard, but you,” she turned to me. “You were able to make me cum like crazy. You weren't even rough or anything, no toys no nothing. Just vaginal, and yet this might have been the best orgasm I've had in... perhaps ever.” “Well,” I mused. “Maybe you're just perfectly compatible with me.” “I don't doubt for a second that I was made for you.” Denise said lovingly. “Wow,” Jordan gasped. “Someone call the church, I think someone's ready to get hitched. Which reminds me... what exactly is your relationship? How long have you two been doing this?” This made me think. What exactly would the nature of our relationship be from now on? Would I make Denise and Jordan my girlfriends? Sex friends? Slaves? For some reason I though of Rose, and a part of me wanted to reserve to potential term 'girlfriend' for her. Before I could answer, however, Denise spoke instead. “Well, Matt owns me.” “What?” Jordan guffawed. “This is the first time we've had ...

... sex, actually. We met last Friday and one thing lead to another. We made out, and I gave him a blowjob. And after that I just couldn't get him out of my mind. So I came here, and I... I don't know. I just wanted to see him. And if there was a chance I wanted to do this with him. I can't explain it, but I'm his.” “Like, literally?” Jordan wasn't convinced. “Body and soul? He's your master, is that what you're telling me?” “Well...” Denise said self-consciously and turned to me. “... are you?” A day ago I wouldn't have known how I would have reacted. Denise was a great girl, a kind person, and it felt somehow demeaning to reduce her to a possession. But this notion was only in her head because I had put it in there moments before Jordan entered the room. I had sent her the command that she belonged to me, not really thinking about what that meant. But it was just that. She belonged to me now, body and soul. Just like any other woman I wanted could. “Yeah.” I said. “I am. Denise is mine, and mine alone. Isn't that right?” “Yes.” Denise said, blissful of having been accepted by me. “And you'll do as I say.” “Of course.” “Why don't you show Jordan you're serious? My cock's drying up. Come clean off the cum, would you?” “Yes, Master.” she said, smiling, with a soft and somewhat submissive tone. That word gave me the most sinister kick. I would never even have guessed. She got on her knees in front of me and took my limp dick in her mouth, tenderly sucking and caressing it with her ...