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I woke up early feeling sexy.

"Carrie?" I said. No reply.

"Carrie?"

Carrie woke up.

"Come here, Carrie, I want you."

Carrie dragged herself up off the sofa and got in to bed beside me.

"Go down on me," I said.

We lay beside each other in a sort of side by side 69 position, her head down under the single sheet that covered Josh and me. She licked me and sucked me and fingered my arsehole until I came. I did nothing to her.

When I'd come I said: "Come up and cuddle me now," and she flipped around and we kissed and cuddled. I stroked her bottom and put my hand into her arse crack - not to give her pleasure but just because I wanted to do that.

When Josh came round he was in his usual ramrod state.

"Wank him," I said to Carrie. I pulled back the sheet. Carrie knelt up beside Josh and ran her finger nails up his cock, from balls to tip.

"Morning, Josh," she said.

Josh grunted by way of reply.

Carrie seemed really to enjoy wanking Josh, doing it fast and then slow, with a feather light touch then roughly. She wetted her hand and grasped the circumcised head of his cock and turned her hand as though opening a screw top bottle. Josh liked that.

"Am I doing it all right?" Carrie asked.

"Grip it harder," Josh urged.

Carrie obliged and twisted Josh's cock hard.

"Ow!" Josh exclaimed. "Ooh, your ring caught me."

"Sorry," Carrie said and she slipped her ring off and went back to work.

She dribbled and spat on Josh's cock and wet-wanked him furiously. She grazed his balls with the nails of her other hand.

"Do you like your arsehole felt, Josh?" she asked.

"He does," I answered.

Carrie pushed the knuckle of her left forefinger against Josh's arsehole while her right hand wanked him at great speed.

"Yes, nearly," Josh said. "Twist the head like you were before, really hard, hard as you can, I'm coming now, I'm coming ..."

And with Carrie trying as hard as she could to unscrew Josh's cock from its mounting he jerked and jetted spunk all up his chest, Carrie all the while twisting away until Josh went "ah!" and put his hand on hers to stop her.

"Did she hurt you, Josh?" I asked.

"No no, just started to get sensitive, that's all."

Which wasn't the answer I was looking for but anyway I said: "I'll give her a smack for that later. And for catching you with her ring." Then to Carrie: "That's only fair, isn't it Carrie?" and not waiting for a reply; "lick that cum off him. I want you to swallow every last drop, OK?"

Carrie licked him as though he was covered in her favourite ice cream. She lapped it all up. Finished, she looked at me wondering what was next.

"Are you feeling randy?" I asked her.

"Randy? I've been wet as a goose all night." Her eyes were sparkling, she looked lovely.

"Maybe after breakfast," I said. Carrie looked disappointed. "You go and use the bathroom first."

Carrie hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom. I heard her lock the door.

"Did you lock the door, Carrie?"

"Yes, I'm going to the lavatory."

"Well unlock it and don't lock it again, do you hear."

"Oh, all right," Carrie replied. She unlocked the door.

When I heard her flush the loo and start running the shower I went into the bathroom leaving the door open.

"No," I said. "Have a bath not a shower."

Carrie shrugged and ran the bath. I sat on the loo for a wee and Josh came in and started shaving. Carrie got in the bath and started to wash. I could see Josh watching her in the mirror and could see his cock stirring.

"Shift up that end, Carrie." She moved up to the tap end and I got in with her and started to wash.

"Stand up and wash yourself," I said to her. She stood up. "Pick up the soap and wash your arse. Don't touch your cunt, I'm not having you playing with yourself surreptitiously."

Josh was lapping it up. His cock was at the horizontal and rising even though he was busying himself and pretending not to watch.

Carrie soaped her arse, washed her legs the sat down again.

"Now wash me," I said. I lifted my arms and Carrie started with my armpits, then did my neck, then my breasts - so gently - my sides, my back. The top half done I stood up and she stood up too so she could reach. She soaped her hands and reached around to my arse with her left hand and simultaneously washed my cunt with her right hand, her fingers slipping in to me just the tiniest bit to make sure I was clean.

This was too much for Josh. He was standing facing us now wanking himself.

"Lick the soap out of my cunt, Carrie," I commanded. Carrie knelt down in the bath and licked me, her face wrinkling at the taste of the soap. She cupped her hand and rinsed me with some water, all the time licking me.

"Now lick my arsehole clean, Carrie." I turned around.

She rinsed away as much soap as she could then stuck her tongue straight up my arse as hard and as far as she could. It felt gorgeous.

"Ooh, nice," I said.

She flicked her tongue all around my arse hole. She was so willing, so enthusiastic, so good at everything.

When I'd had enough we sat down facing each other.

"Come on, Joshie," I said. "Give us both a spunk shower."

I pulled Carrie close to me, our faces touching side by side. We opened our mouths so that Josh could wank into them. We put our tongues out so Josh could splatter them. And splatter us he did. Big thick globs of it in our mouths, on our tongues, all over us.

Carrie and I giggled happily and washed ourselves down. Josh went into the shower.

We went down to breakfast together. I wasn't at all surprised to see Matt there. I went and sat at his table - I needed to get into his room.

"Oh hello," he said. "It's you."

"How are you?" I said pleasantly.

"Actually I'm OK," he looked repentant. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I was behaving like a prat, wasn't I?"

I laughed. "Yes you were. Look, I need to get a few things of Carrie's, do you mind?"

He held the key out for me to take. "You've got her, you might as well have her things," he said.

I thanked him and went straight up to their room. Matt's case was on the floor still half packed. The room was a tip. I rifled through Carrie's clothes but the only thing I liked was a black dress. I took that, a pair of shoes, her bath bag and her pills to our room then went back down to breakfast. I had visions of Josh and Carrie breakfasting in awkward silence - Josh didn't say much at the best of times, still less at breakfast - but when I got there Carrie was sitting with her chin resting in one hand, her other hand on Josh's knee, looking doey-eyed at him as he expounded at length about superconducting magnets. Not as daft as it sounds as it transpired that Carrie was a radiographer and operated MRI machines.

I sat back, pleased that Josh was looking so happy. Matt was still at his table, perhaps hoping we would go and talk to him, but apart from silently returning his key we ignored him and he studiously ignored us.

When we got back to our room Carrie asked why I hadn't brought anything else from her room. I didn't answer, but did ask her what she wanted to do today.

"Let's go for a swim," she said.

"How about wandering in to town?" I said to Josh.

I told Carrie to shed the jeans and t-shirt I'd lent her to go down to breakfast and I dressed her in a pair of my red knickers and her black dress.

By the time we'd got ourselves sorted out and got a taxi into the town it was almost lunch time. Carrie and I wandered around the clothes shops while Josh went off to find an electrical shop - his idea of shopping was to engage in technical conversation about the inner workings of the latest electronic gadget.

We did some sightseeing in the afternoon and had dinner in town. Back at our hotel Carrie was very obedient and pleasured us both.

Next morning Josh wasn't feeling too good - the shellfish he reckoned - so Carrie and I went down to breakfast. There was no sign of Matt. When we were nearly finished Carrie nudged me and muttered "over there."

Over there, a few tables away were two fat lesbians smiling at us. The big one must have been over six foot and a most peculiar shape: large pendulous breasts, a larger stomach and even larger hips. The other was smaller and stocky with close cropped hair cut in a strikingly masculine style. I'd seen them around the hotel before.

"Gawd, I think they're trying to pick us up," I said to Carrie through clenched teeth. "I bet her cunt's so big you could crawl up inside it." Carrie laughed and I waved and smiled at the lesbians, which immediately prompted them into earnest conversation.

"Oops," I said. "They think I'm keen." We beat a hasty retreat leaving our tea half drunk.

Josh was still unwell so Carrie and I got changed for the pool. I looked over the balcony and saw our lesbian friends already out there, as was Matt. And that gave me an idea.

When we had got down to the pool I said to Carrie: "I'm going to have a word with Matt. Go and talk to the lesbians and get yourself picked up."

"You must be joking," she said, looking rather alarmed.

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"Go and talk to them," I said turning my back on her.

Matt was on his sun bed talking to an elderly couple who seemed to have adopted him.

"Your luck's changed!" the old boy said to Matt as I approached.

"Some chance," Matt said.

"Well, we'd better be on our way," the old boy said.

"Don't let me drive you away, please," I said. But they toddled off nonetheless.

"Hello," Matt said, surprisingly chirpily.

I sat down beside him. "You seem brighter today?"

"Yes, well, I think you did me a favour actually."

"How come?" I asked.

"Do you know, I've known Carrie for years and years - we work together - and I suppose I'd become obsessed with her but she was more or less married, then when she split up I thought I saw my chance and well, I don't know, maybe I was too keen or something. Carrie saw me as a friend and I had other things in mind."

"Well well well, you're not such a prick after all, are you?"

Matt grinned. "If that's a compliment, I'll take it."

"But you still fancy her, don't you?" I said.

Matt shrugged. "I suppose so. But the spell has been broken somehow."

"Maybe you'll find another girl around here," I said, though I didn't believe it for a moment. We looked around the pool.

"Look," Matt said. "There she is, talking to those two lezzies." Then a thought hit him. "God, she's not a lesbian is she? Is that why she split from her boyfriend and..." '...wouldn't fuck me,' he was thinking.

The man was a prat after all. "Yes, that's exactly right," I lied. "She's been hot for me and trying to chat up those two for a couple of days."

Matt was relieved. "Well, that explains everything," he said.

I left him to his delusions and found a couple of spare sun beds.

Carrie came to join me a few minutes later.

"Well?" I said.

"They want us to join them in a foursome," Carrie said mirthfully.

"And what did you say?" I asked.

"I said 'no' of course!"

"Well go back and say that you would like to have a threesome with them."

"Fuck off!" Carrie said.

In reply I just looked at her as coldly as I could manage.

"Oh, come on," Carrie said. "You're joking. Besides, Matt's just over there. If he sees me going off with them he'll tell everyone at work."

I slapped her hard on the thigh. "Do it," I said.

She let out an exasperated sigh. But she got up and went across to the lesbians. They collected their things up and the three of them set off, but Carrie took a detour via me and said: "They say it's room 573 if you want to join us."

Whether Carrie wanted to go with the lesbians or whether she was doing it because I had told her to - or both - I didn't know. But she was doing what she was told and that was all that mattered. I caught Matt's eye across the pool. He shook his head and raised his eyes skywards and mouthed the word "lezzie". Prat.

After about an hour curiosity got the better of me. I tapped on the door of room 573 despite the Do Not Disturb sign.

"Who is it?" a voice came.

"Paula," I said.

"It's Paula," I heard one of the lesbians saying.

The short stocky one opened the door, stark naked - not a pretty sight.

"I, er, just came to see what was going on, to watch if that's all right?" I said.

"Yea, whatever," the short stocky one said.

Carrie was lying on the bed on her front, a large vibrator up her arse which the big girl was manipulating. The stocky one went back to massaging Carrie's shoulders.

"Hello," Carrie said.

"Hello," I said. "Having fun?"

"Oooh yes," Carrie said exaggeratedly. "Pam and Stevie are absolutely fantastic, really know what they are doing."

She was being cheeky - implying that I didn't know what I was doing? She would regret that.

Pam, the big one, was frigging Carrie's clitty while arse fucking her with the vibrator. Stevie was alternately massaging Carrie and playing with Pam's huge nipples. And they were huge.

Carrie came, a hammed up orgasm if ever I saw one. "Phew," she said. "That was nice. I don't know how many days it is since I last came."

Oh dear, this girl was storing up big trouble for herself.

"Can I see Carrie go down on you?" I said to the big one, Pam.

"Yes, of course," Pam said, pulling the vibrator out of Carrie's arse.

Pam lay on her back. Carrie knelt between her legs.

"Yum yum," Carrie went in anticipation. For my benefit, Carrie put her palms together and moved forward, as if about to dive in. She put her mouth to Pam's cunt. "Hmmm, you taste lovely, Pam," she said.

"Er," I said. "Just before you really get in to that, will you both do something for me?" I said to Pam and Stevie.

They were only too willing to oblige.

"Can we have a quiet word in the bathroom?" I said.

Pam and Stevie bustled me into the bathroom, hands all over me.

"Can I let you into a secret?" I said. "It's Carrie, she has this secret desire - though perhaps she has told you about it herself...?" Pam and Stevie looked blank so I continued. "She's always had this fantasy of being beaten up by two big girls like you. Gagged, tied up maybe and hit. If you've slapped her across the face already you'll know how much it turned her on after she had pretended she didn't like it - she always does that."

Pam and Stevie looked at each other. "We haven't done anything like that, she doesn't seem the type. But if that's her thing..."

"Just try it and see. Go back in and hit her across the face. She'll pretend not to like it but then see how she reacts. Have you got a belt you could hit her with? She'll like that."

"OK," Pam said. "And you," she looked at me amorously, "I hope we're going to have the pleasure...?" She rubbed my nipples through my bikini. It felt rather nice. I smiled at her.

We went back into the bedroom. "What have you all been up to?" Carrie said.

"Oh nothing." I crossed to Carrie. "Sit up, Carrie, Pam's got something for you." Carrie sat up smiling brightly. "And," I whispered in her ear, "don't ever take the piss out of me again."

She was still puzzling over this when Pam, without warning, struck her a mighty blow across the face. Carrie tumbled over on to her side, clutching her face.

"Eow! What did you do that for! Bloody hell."

"Quick, sit on her face, Pam," I said.

Pam pushed Carrie on to her back and sat on her. I had visions of Carrie's head disappearing up Pam's arse.

I slapped Carrie on the thighs. "That is for saying you hadn't come for days," I said. "And this," I stood up on the bed, my back to her, and brought my heel swinging back between her legs, slamming into her sex, "is for implying that I'm no good at it. Stevie," I said urgently, "come and lick her clitty."

Stevie was down on her in a flash. Carrie was making muffled noises but not much sound penetrated Pam's mountainous thighs.

And then I was taken by a strange urge. Stevie's arsehole was there and suddenly looked ever so inviting and the next thing I knew I was trying to poke my tongue up it. Stevie moaned in delight. Pam said: "Me too?" And I abandoned Stevie and gave Pam a big deep kiss and tugged at her nipples. I drew away.

"Can you hear me, Carrie?" I said. I think she said yes. "Pam and Stevie are going to do something nice to you, they're going to give your arse a good whipping with a belt. You'll like that, won't you, Carrie?"

There was a pause, then what I took to be another yes.

Whether Carrie liked pain or not I didn't know and I didn't care. What I did know, and what I liked, was the fact that she was going to suffer because that was what I wanted.

Carrie came back to our room two hours later. She looked completely shagged out.

"Phew," she said, slumping into the chair. "That was really something."

I'd been a little nervous that she was going to rebel having been mistreated by Pam and Stevie. "What happened?" I asked.

"What didn't happen! After you left Pam started to spank me and hit my bum with her belt which I thoroughly enjoyed, but it turns out that Stevie is a masochist, literally, and he, sorry, she, loves being beaten up so Pam and I did just that. And the more we did it the more she liked it. Very odd. And Pam may be big and ungainly but do you know, I really like her."

I don't know whether I was annoyed that Pam and Stevie hadn't punished Carrie more or annoyed that Carrie had enjoyed her spanking - or even more annoyed that she seemed to like Pam. Next time I wouldn't ask what had happened.

"Oh well," I said. "I suppose it's Matt's turn now. Go and find him, take him up to your room, tell him you're really sorry for being such a bitch, grab him by the balls, squeeze them hard, take his trunks down and give him a blow job and swallow his cum. Then leave and say you'll be back later and he can fuck you. Then come back here and show me his cum in your mouth. All right?"

Carrie looked at me in horror. But this was a test of whether she really was mine to command. She knew if she refused I would kick her out.

After a long pause she said heavily, "All right then." And she heaved herself up out of her chair.

"You didn't want to screw Pam, but look how much you enjoyed that," I said.

She smiled, went "huh" and nodded in grudging agreement.

Matt was by the pool. He looked surprised to see Carrie and even more surprised when she led him away by the hand.

Carrie came back less than ten minutes later. She closed the door behind her, pouted, then ejected a mouthful of spunk down her chin.

"Good girl," I said. "Good girl. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She smiled at me. "Actually it was quite exciting. Such an out of the blue thing to do. He came within about ten seconds. He tastes nice too."

"Go back and fuck him," I said. "Go on, off you go. But I want you back in here in an hour. Understood?"

Carrie seemed to have a new lease of life and went off happily to see to Matt.

I felt cheesed off. Cheesed off because Carrie had enjoyed sucking Matt's cock. I wanted her to suffer. I went to find Josh. He was reading a book in the lounge.

"Hello, old thing," he said.

"Hello," I said. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, much better. You seem a bit down in the dumps, have you had a lovers' tiff with Carrie?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that when I tell her to do something to punish her she goes and bloody well enjoys it."

"Does it matter?" Josh said.

I thought about it for a moment. "No, no it doesn't really, does it, I suppose? Anyway, she's off screwing Matt now." Then after a pause I said: "Do you know, Josh, that's what I'd really like. A girl to come and live with us who I can train to be totally obedient, do whatever I tell her to without question. Someone I can do anything to I like, absolutely anything." And I cheered up. "Yes, Joshie, let's do that, let's get someone we can use like that." And my mind was buzzing, buzzing with ideas.

I was still thinking about this, getting quite turned on by the idea, when Matt and Carrie appeared hand in hand, both smiling inanely.

"Thank you," Carrie said. "He's quite sweet really." And she looked almost lovingly into his eyes.

Matt looked far too pleased with himself.

I'd lost her. Lost her. But I didn't care. I had plans for much bigger things. Jennie, Anita and Carrie had just been steps along the way.

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