Charity’s secret tryst turns into an open-door orgy
“Ohhh fuuuuuck!” Charity groaned as she held me close. She was like a koala, clinging to me for dear life, her cheek pressed against mine so that I could hear every pant… every groan… every gasp in clear, high-definition quality.
My steel-hard rod slid in and out of her with relative ease despite how tight she was, thanks to how utterly sloppy she was between her legs. Unsurprising, considering she’d been watching porn and playing with herself before I’d entered the room—it was quite possibly the wettest I’d ever felt from a woman. Erin always seemed soaking wet every time I came in contact with her pussy, but this was on a whole other level.
Charity was far from a passive participant—her hands were tight around my neck, giving her the leverage to do half the work of moving up and down my shaft, aided by my hands on her firm ass. That meant I didn’t have to move my hips much, which was helpful for the mystery girl between my legs. My balls rested on her palm, her fingers gently curling around them as her fingernails lightly teased my sensitive skin between the base of my cock and my ass. Tender lips delivered gentle kisses, worshiping them as I focused most of my attention on Charity.
“Hey,” I panted against Charity’s cheek. “Who is that?”
“I don’t know,” she huffed, adjusting her grip to keep a firm grasp on me. “Unghff… she must have been in here before…”
“You didn’t know?” I asked. Rose had said she was giving Charity a little alone time with me—that was far from what this was. “You okay with this?”
“Yesss…” she hissed, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I just wanted a few minutes of attention for myself. She’s minding her own business and staying out of my way. Besides, it’s hot.”
That was undeniable. I had a pretty good idea of who it was, but being surprised like this and not being one hundred percent sure of the identity was intoxicating.
I felt the lips around my balls curl into a smile before whoever was down there pulled away. A moment later, a warm, wet tongue stroked between them, lathing the left, then the right, before gently slipping the right between her mouth. An amused little hum escaped her throat, but it wasn’t enough to identify who it was.
Not that it mattered right now. What did matter was that it had been a few hours since Erin had drained me, Rose could kiss the life back into a corpse, and my little Head of PR, whom I had not yet fucked, was as hot as the sun. All of that combined meant that I didn’t think I would last long. Fortunately, I’d managed to develop a lot of staying power in the last couple of months. That first load always came quickly, but I could still keep going a few more rounds after.
Now that I knew Charity wasn’t miffed that another girl was sharing our moment, what had me worried was that I doubted Rose was the only girl out there. I’d handled as many as six girls at a time, but that had nearly killed me—sex was a lot of physical work, and while I was becoming stronger and more fit, I was hardly a god.
“I’m gonna cum,” I said.
Charity let out a little squeak as I dropped her back down on my cock. “Fuck… already!?”
“What can I say?” I said, not offended by her incredulity at the fact that I was already there. “You’re just too damn sexy.”
“I’m flattered,” she panted. I felt her lips brush my forehead, my cheeks… always unable to make contact for more than a few moments thanks to all the bouncing she was doing. “I hope you can keep going after.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said, feeling my balls tighten inside mystery girl’s mouth, feeling on the verge of exploding. My voice became strained, and it became harder to keep a grip on the girl in my arms. “I’m gonna make you—oh fuck!”
My fingers dug into her firm ass as I felt my testicles contract, followed by my shaft as it launched the first spurt of my jism deep in Charity’s pussy. A second stream jettisoned deep inside the young woman, then a third… all without me stopping from sending her bouncing up and down my dick.
She must have been close, because after the third load, she threw her arms around my shoulders and collapsed on top of me, burying her face partially in the side of my temple as she bottomed out on my cock and let out a long guttural groan. The lips on my scrotum slithered upward, and I felt a tongue lap at the base of my cock where Charity and I were joined, presumedly licking up our combined fluids.
The little woman in my arms shuddered as she bucked against me—prolonged grunts and moans next to my ear that hit just that pitch that was almost painful. I rode it out. The fact that I could provide such a beautiful woman with a long, drawn-out orgasm like this was worth a little momentary discomfort.
Moments passed as the rest of my ejaculate poured out of my cock and mingled with Charity’s juices—whatever seeped from our joining was quietly lapped up by whoever was under us. I just held Charity and waited for her to recover. Her legs stayed wrapped around me, an occasional hum coming from the girl drinking our juices.
“God,” she finally whispered, pulling back so that she could rest her forehead on mine. “It’s been a while.”
I nuzzled my forehead against hers. “Sorry it took so long to make it happen.”
She chuckled. “I was so close to going out and just finding some random guy at a bar.”
“What made you wait?”
“Erin and Helen,” Charity said. “They told me it was worth the wait.”
“Hope I lived up to your expectations,” I said.
“Oh… it was definitely worth it. I’ll be ready to go again soon.”
“Ready whenever you are,” I said.
“Yum,” Charity said.
“My concern isn’t fucking you,” I said, leaning down to lay kisses across her chest and noticed that the girl underneath ceased all contact. “It’s that I’m pretty sure you guys have something brewing out there, and I’m a little concerned about lasting that long.”
“Well,” Charity said, a note of apprehension creeping into her voice. “You may not have to worry too much about that.”
My kisses slowed to a halt, eyes instinctively moving up to where I believed hers to be, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. “What do you mean?”
“I may have spiked your last drink with crushed Viagra.”
I recalled her bringing it to me about an hour ago—something alcohol free since I was hoping to keep most of a clear mind.
“Erin said you wouldn’t mind,” Charity quickly followed, her hands on my shoulders tightening along with her tone. Even in the dark, I could tell she was afraid she’d done something I wouldn’t have approved of.
I stared up at her—or where I thought her face was—and let a few moments pass in silence, feeling the tension grow with each heartbeat. Then I grabbed her by one of her twin tails and pulled her head toward mine until our foreheads touched again. If we’d had light, I would have been looking directly into her eyes.
“Girl,” I husked, “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out for this.”
I pressed up on her ass, pulling some of my still-hard cock out of her pussy, and then slid it back in slowly. She gasped.
“You don’t know what you’ve done.”
Jesus Christ… she really didn’t. On any regular day, I was already a rabid horndog. If she really did spoke my drink with Viagra, there was no way in hell she was going to survive what I did to her.
“Oh…” She breathed. Then she squealed and I got the sense that our mystery guest was behind her. I heard a quiet kissing noise as if someone was licking and sucking softly on skin. I could make out just enough to see the faint silhouette of another head buried into the crook of Charity’s neck.
“You better fucking pray Rose has an entire lineup out there, because if there isn’t enough pussy out there for me to fuck, I’m not only fucking you till you pass out, Charity…”
I heard a faint whisper near Charity’s ear from the mystery woman.
“Oh my God…” Charity gasped.
“I’m going to fuck your unconscious little body till you’re filled to the brim.”
“Oh my God,” she repeated. “That! I want that!”
“Fucking good,” I growled, as I began to work my cock in and out of the little PR slut.
An arm snaked around my neck and pulled me close, and I felt a pair of lips press against mine and a tongue invade my mouth—not Charity. This pair of lips wasn’t as plush as Charity’s… but they were wetter. The tongue was aggressive as it invaded, seeking out mine and pinning it to the roof of my mouth as if it were an all-out war. Her tongue was dominating, but her lips were more pliant and insistent… like those of a desperate lover.
Whatever confidence I had in the identity of this person was immediately dashed by that kiss, and curiosity got the best of me. I took a hand off Charity’s ass and just barely managed to keep her aloft with one arm as I felt around for the back of the girl’s head in hopes that the hair would tell me something…
And felt a beanie.
The fucking girl kissing me was wearing a goddamn beanie.
What was only a passing curiosity now burned bright.
Her lips left mine, and then I vaguely made out the shape of her head pressed close to Charity’s. The sound of kissing soon followed as I continued to fuck her little body.
“Oh…” I heard Charity murmur in surprise, followed by a series of hums and moans, as if she were enjoying the kisses she was receiving from our shared lover.
More movement that I couldn’t quite make out… then, “Oh god…”
“What?” I asked, hating that I couldn’t see anything despite how hot the mystery was.
“My tits,” she sighed. “Oh… I haven’t felt… nnngg!”
Her pussy twitched around my cock.
I leaned in closer in an attempt to make out what the mystery girl was doing to Charity, but then I suddenly felt lips on mine again, hungry and searching. She gave me another intense kiss and then disappeared again. Moments later, I felt her hand back on my balls, caressing them before fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.
Getting the picture, I braced Charity’s ass in my hands and lifted her up. She groaned and tightened her grip around the back of my neck. “What…?”
Her tongue suddenly painted the length of my shaft as she pulled it out of Charity’s snatch. Then she engulfed two-thirds of it in a single move that left me groaning.
“Fffffuuuuck… she’s…?
I leaned forward and buried my face in Charity’s chest as I felt the mystery woman’s lips slide up and down my shaft a few times.
“Hey…” Charity said, the tone in her voice suggesting she was getting impatient for the return of what she’d been using.
I wasn’t the only one to sense it. Moments later, I felt the tip of my penis being guided back to Charity’s opening. A tongue lapped at where mine and Charity’s organs met. Then I sank it back inside her as our mystery lover proceeded to lap at my balls again, intermittently delivering kisses along my inner thigh and my prostate.
“Time’s up!”
Rose’s voice cut through the haze of lust that permeated the small closet. With my cock buried in one girl’s pussy and another girl’s tongue dancing along my prostate, I wanted to tell Rose to shut the fuck up… the last thing I wanted to do was stop for anything.
But if I’d learned anything about these women, it’s that they always had something delightful planned, and telling her to fuck off was probably short-sighted.
I looked back at Charity. “We should go.”
“Fuck!” she groaned, sounding absolutely pitiful. “I’m not there yet!”
Another spoke up, tinged with an Australian accent. “Think they fell asleep in there?”
Wait… was that… Tara!
My cock lurched at the thought of Tara being out there when I emerged, naked, with an equally nude Charity.
I suddenly had no reason to stay in this closet—I wanted to confirm if I’d just heard Tara, I wanted to see what Rose and Charity had set up, and I wanted to know who the other woman in the closet was.
“Greedy,” I said, stopping mid-thrust so that she was still perched on my cock with her legs still wrapped around me. “I’ll finish you off out there. Hope you’re good with an audience.”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if I weren’t,” Charity said. “Just hurry and get out there. I’m ready to go again!”
The mystery woman was kissing Charity’s shoulder, and I felt around for her chin, lifting it as I reached down to give her a quick kiss. “Come on.”
With Charity still in my arms, I turned and headed for the closet door. By now, there were a few voices out there catcalling, hooting, and yelling at me to get out there. As I reached the door, Charity obliged by grabbing the closet door knob for me and twisting it until it opened.
A handful of voices erupted in howls as I walked out, blinking into the light of the game room despite the lamps providing soft, unoffensive illumination.
Perched on the couch were Shea and Tara, with Rose standing beside the closet door where I’d just emerged. She closed it behind me. I blinked again, this time out of confusion. “Uhh… there was someone else in there.”
Rose gave me a wicked grin. “Yep. Have fun solving that little mystery.”
Walking to the couch nearest us and opposite of Helen and Tara, I gently set Charity’s naked ass on the back of it, still holding her as we glanced at each other. She looked like she didn’t have any more of a clue what this was than I did. Then I looked from her to Tara, who looked equally clueless. What was this? And why was Tara here without Erin? Was I right in assuming Erin was the one in the closet?
The dancer could see the questions written all over my face and slunk toward me, dark desires glinting in her eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, closing the distance between us. She bit her lip as she reached out, slender fingers grazing along my shoulder, the tips playing across my muscles.
“I heard Little Miss in there singing.” She blinked heavy-lidded eyes and turned a predatory gaze toward Charity. “Did you make our little girl here feel good? Is it my turn yet?”
Curiosity was roaring in the back of my brain, but the fire in my dick burned hotter, and my questions suddenly seemed unimportant. I had a fun-sized Filipino girl in my arms who made it very clear to me she was far from done. Next to us stood a tall, willowy goddess with skin like dark coffee who was salivating for a turn on my dick.
And I’d just been drugged with something that was supposed to keep my cock rock-hard for four hours—any more than that and I’d need to consider talking to a doctor.
Fuck it. Answers could wait.
“I promised her I wasn’t done,” I confessed.
I felt Charity’s fingers dig possessively into my back as she stared a wordless challenge at Rose—if she wanted a turn right now, Rose would have to fight for it. A quick glance showed me that the furnace in her was still burning bright.
Rose sighed, feigning disappointment. “Fiiiine. I guess I’ll have to find other ways to stay busy until it’s my turn.”
I threw a quick glance at Tara to see that she was watching the entire situation with an intensity I’d only seen her give Erin. Apparently, one or both of the ladies had piqued her interest almost as much as my assistant had. I started to suggest that maybe my trainer might like some company, but Rose looked back to Charity, placing a single finger underneath the younger girl’s chin.
The sight of the taller woman looking down on the younger set my groin on fire—Charity gazed up at her, her big eyes emphasized by her dark liner. Rose stared down at her hungrily, reminding me of the way Helen would look at Bobbi. Aside from Helen, the dancer was one of the most aggressive women in my orbit.
“What about you, cupcake?” Rose said softly but with an edge. She gave Charity a once-over, her finger still under the younger woman’s chin. “Please don’t tell me you only play for one team.”
Despite how interesting their conversation was, I didn’t want to wait any longer. Charity hadn’t released me this entire time, and my Viagra-fueled cock was still buried inside her, so I picked back up where we left off. My cock slowly began sawing in and out of Charity’s pussy. The Filipino girl clung tighter to me, but kept her eyes fixed on the taller woman as I fucked her.
“I’ve been with a couple of women,” she said, her voice quavering only slightly. Her pupils were dilated, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the long, drawn-out orgasm she’d had in the closet, the fact that I was fucking her right now in a room full of people watching her, or if it was Rose’s seduction routine.
The dancer’s lips curled into a playful little smile. “Fuck. Yes.”
Then she leaned in and gently pressed her plush lips to Charity’s. The latter girl whimpered into the kiss, and I picked up my speed, suddenly forgetting about anything else happening around us as I watched a hint of pink tongue slowly flicker between their mouths. Their lip-lock deepened, and I set a rhythm, leaning in to press my lips to the side of Charity’s face.
She moaned against Rose’s mouth as the two continued, and her arms tightened around me, a subtle gesture that requested I fuck her deeper. In the closet, she’d been dark and playful and a tinge romantic. Here, it was all smoldering intensity. Rose really knew how to turn the heat up in all the right ways.
I nuzzled my face against Charity’s, then felt Rose’s fingers on my chin, turning me to face her as the kiss ended. She immediately sought my lips, initiating a kiss with me and invading my mouth. Our tongues massaged and caressed, and my speed picked up as we breathed deeply of each other, every curl of her tongue against mine urging me on a little more. What can I say? Rose was a fucking amazing kisser.
Eventually, she broke our kiss, grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary and guided Charity and me back to each other, initiating another kiss.
“God,” she whispered. “That is so damn hot…”
Charity and I were just starting to lose ourselves in the kiss when we felt another pair of lips on the corners of our mouths—Rose coming into insert herself, initiating a three-way kiss. Instinctively, Charity and I rotated our heads toward Rose to let her in, and we got lost in whose tongue was whose, as they tangled in each other. It was all an erotic, messy chaos.
“Ugh,” Charity moaned into our mouths, her grip tightening. Rose immediately dropped from our kiss to suck on one of Charity’s tits as the younger girl began cumming again on my dick. The sight of Rose’s lips compressed around Charity’s nipple, followed by the feel of Charity’s lips on my neck and her canal convulsing around my cock was too much to handle, and I felt my cock convulse as I began working through my second orgasm of the night. I buried my face in Charity’s hair as I let out a long groan, feeling another series of loads fill her. Fuck… I hoped she was on birth control, because if she wasn’t, I was about to coat her entire womb so thoroughly in my seed that my little swimmers were sure to remain active for weeks.
“Goddamn, that was hot.”
Erin’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to see her standing near the couch, just behind Shea and Tara. My lesbian personal trainer suddenly found it much easier to look away from me—and the two girls I’d been intimately tangled with. She glanced over her shoulder at Erin and said, “Oh, hey there. Glad you could make it, love!”
Before, Tara had been all smolder and longing. That longing was still there, but now it was tempered by joy at seeing my personal assistant. If I didn’t know better—and I didn’t—I might’ve thought Tara was actually in love with Erin.
Not that I could blame her.
My young, silver-haired assistant grinned down at Tara and said, “Hey there, sexy! I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Enjoying the show so far?”
By now, my cock should’ve reached a level of semi-softness that would’ve caused it to at least partially pull out of Charity—but that wasn’t the case this time. I had to back away from the petite Filipina still perched on the back of the couch, my cock slipping free... hard as ever.
“Mmmm,” Rose hummed. “I’ll get you later,” she said to my cock as it bobbed in the air.
Then she turned her attention to Charity. “First,” she said, placing a couple of slender fingers between Charity’s bare breasts, “I think I have a little snack.”
She gave Charity a gentle shove, and the young woman squealed as she tumbled backward onto the empty couch cushions. Rose slunk around the other side, never taking her eyes off the younger girl as she closed in. Charity shifted, reclining along the length of the couch and letting one leg fall off the side—giving all of us a beautiful view of her messy, cum-soaked pussy.
Rose stalked over the arm of the couch and prowled between the girl’s legs, dipping her head down and out of sight.
“Oh, fuck…” Charity’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to Rose’s oral attention.
Erin wasn’t the only one who had appeared while I was distracted. Helen circled around the opposite side of the couch. She sank into the cushions beside Tara, placing the gorgeous Australian between a petite Hawaiian native on her right and a tall, commanding blonde on her left.
I normally would have been more shy about being so naked in front of so many different women, but I was moving past that. Aside from Tara, the rest of them had seen me nude countless times. Hell… I’d been inside all of them.
Then Emiko appeared.
She was holding a steaming mug as she walked carefully into the room. Her dark eyes scanned the entire scene—two naked women on the couch, one devouring the other—while I stood just behind it, cock still swaying in the air. She came to a stop beside Helen and extended the mug.
I felt the sudden urge to dive behind the couch to save my modesty and just managed to fight it off so I didn’t look like an idiot.
“Here you are, Miss VanCamp.”
Helen took it carefully, offering her a gracious smile. “Thank you, Miss Hoshino.”
The use of the surname didn’t escape me, despite the mild embarrassment starting to creep in at the edges of my mind. Helen was a queen—she didn’t show deference to any of the women in this house. But addressing my housekeeper so formally, outside of a professional setting? That meant something. I logged that away for later.
Emiko gave Helen a small, single nod, then turned her gaze on me.
“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? You or your guests?”
There wasn’t the slightest hint that she saw anything unusual. For Emiko, it was just another day at the office. I guess that made sense, considering she used to run a brothel. Still… it did little to offset how obscure it felt to have her acting like it was business as usual.
“Umm… I think I’m good,” I said. The last thing on my mind was food.
“Mr. Upton will need plenty of water,” Helen said, just before taking a sip from the mug of—what I assumed was—tea or coffee.
“I didn’t know you were getting tea,” Shea said. “Would it be too much trouble…?”
“Not at all, Miss Wren,” Emiko replied, offering her a warm smile.
“We might also get a little hungry,” Erin added, biting her lip at something that clearly amused her. “I mean… for actual food.”
“Of course,” Emiko said. “I’ll have something delivered.” She cast her dark eyes back at me and gave a knowing smirk. “Welcome home, Mr. Upton. Enjoy yourself tonight. After such an ordeal… one needs to unwind and relax.”
Erin, never taking her eyes off me, slid her fingers down Shea’s arm, laced them through hers, and strode toward me. My masseuse rose without resistance and let herself be pulled along.
I rounded the couch to meet them just in front. I took a moment to study Erin’s hair.
“How was she?” Erin asked, glancing at Charity.
I followed her gaze and found Charity lost in the sensations Rose was giving her—her tongue slowly stroking up and down the younger woman’s slit.
I looked back into Erin’s eyes… then again at her hair.
Her expression turned curious. “What are you looking at?”
“Trying to decide if you have hat hair.”
“What?”
“Who was in the closet?” I asked.
Erin’s smile grew mischievous… knowing.
“It wasn’t you,” I declared. “Who?”
She took half a step toward me, still grinning, and pressed her hand against my chest, sliding it up the center of my sternum. Then she shoved—light, playful, confident—and I dropped onto the couch, careful not to land on Charity’s head.
My hips brushed against the top of Charity’s skull, catching her attention. She opened her eyes to look up at me.
“Oh, goody!” she cried out, grinning up at me.
She lifted her head and shifted back, settling into my lap. A muffled protest emerged from between her legs as Rose followed her meal, not quite finished yet.
Shea dropped to her knees and immediately slid between my legs. Erin knelt just behind her, already working to unfasten the other woman’s swimsuit. The scant fabric dropped away moments later, revealing a perfect pair of tits that almost looked large on someone barely five feet tall.
Shea’s breasts, while not quite as firm or gravity-defying as Erin’s, were still in beautiful shape—tight teardrops with minimal sag, each topped with dark, thick nipples already standing at full attention.
All-too-familiar hands slid under Shea’s arms and reached up to cup them. Erin’s fingers sank into her firm flesh, kneading and rolling… grinding her palms against those thick, prominent nipples.
Shea’s eyes slid half-closed, her teeth catching the edge of her bottom lip as a small moan escaped her. Erin peered over her shoulder, giving me a wicked smile before dipping her head and planting a kiss on bare skin—drawing another breathy moan from the masseuse. It joined the chorus of Charity’s low, drawn-out cries.
With her head in my lap, Charity nuzzled my abdomen, her lips puckering to plant absentminded kisses around my belly button as she focused on the steady rhythm of Rose’s tongue. I glanced down at the dancer and caught her watching Erin seduce Shea. When she saw me staring back, I caught the promise in her eyes.
This was going to be one hell of a night.
Erin ran one hand through the back of Shea’s hair, kissed her ear, and whispered dirty things I couldn’t quite hear. Then she gently urged her forward, guiding Shea’s mouth toward my rock-hard cock.
I watched closely as Shea’s lip slipped free from her teeth and parted, just in time to press against the mushroom tip of my cock.
It had only been a few minutes since it slid from the warmth of Charity’s depths, but it was enough for the skin to grow uncomfortably cool. Shea’s hot breath made my blood surge.
I placed a hand on the back of Erin’s, and together we guided Shea as she slipped her lips over the tip—slowly descending down the length of my cock.
“Aww fuck…” I groaned, eyes sliding shut as I focused on the heat and slickness of her tongue gliding across the sensitive head.
“That’s it,” I said. “Taste it. Taste Charity all over me.”
I looked down to see Charity staring up at me, breath hitching as Rose continued her work.
I placed my hand gently on Charity’s throat, fingers curling loosely around her swan-like neck and stroking up and down. I gave it a soft experimental squeeze, and Charity raised her chin, offering more of herself. Another whimper escaped her lips.
She reached down and pressed a hand to the back of Rose’s head, her fingers tangling through the dancer’s jet-black hair. Holding her like this—controlling her—was clearly getting her off.
My grip slid up her neck to the base of her jaw. I turned her head slightly, angling it so she could watch Shea suck my cock from mere inches away.
“Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s cleaning you off of me. She’s swallowing you.”
I let go of her jaw, but Charity didn’t look away. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Shea’s generous lips as they glided up and down my shaft.
I trailed my fingers down the center of her chest, tracing between her breasts, then circling beneath and dragging upward along her hypersensitive skin. I closed my hand around one breast—small, soft, but responsive—grasping her brown nipple, about half the size of my pinky. It was stiff, tough, and perfect as I caught it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly.
“Ah… god…” Charity’s back arched. Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled more firmly on Rose’s head. Her legs crossed over each other and rested on the dancer’s back, her knees bending as if to bury more of Rose’s face inside her.
Erin slid around behind Shea, kissed my thigh with searing heat, and then leaned forward to press her lips to Charity’s. The young woman’s moans were swallowed into the kiss as they met for the first time. At the same time, Erin closed one hand over Charity’s other breast, mirroring my touch.
My hips began moving on their own, rolling up into Shea’s mouth as she found a rhythm. Her fingers curled around my balls and massaged them with the same practiced finesse she brought to every part of her work.
All that pleasure… all that sensation… I took it out on Charity. Her nipple suffered beneath my fingers, her breast caught in my palm as I squeezed—already feeling my climax rising.
I happened to glance up—and saw Tara and Helen on the other couch, watching.
Tara looked nervous. Eyes wide as saucers, unblinking. For a woman so flirtatious and free-spirited, something about this had melted all that confidence into something raw and vulnerable.
Was it the sheer intensity of so many naked bodies, the full spectacle of real, live sex happening just feet away?
She’d experienced it once before… but that had been in Amsterdam, with a bit of help from their local herbal persuasion. This time, she had nothing to dull her nerves. She didn’t even look drunk.
Maybe she was just scared of my dick.
Or maybe… it was Helen’s hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lightly across smooth, bronzed skin.
My gaze drifted to Helen. She simply sat there watching with smoldering interest, her attention seeming to bypass Tara entirely—even as her fingers idly wandered over the personal trainer’s thigh. Even seated on a couch in a game room… collared… wearing nothing but a crimson, barely-there bikini… she was old-world elegance personified.
Fuck… if Helen and Erin were both conspiring to break Tara, the Aussie beauty didn’t stand a chance.
Before I could spend another moment wondering what those two had planned for my personal trainer, Shea’s oral skills yanked my focus back where it belonged. God, I was close. Her dark eyes stayed locked on me, watching as I clenched and unclenched my jaw.
Shea—the tiny, submissive servant. She was the quiet one. The one you didn’t even realize was there until she was already making you scream. Her energy could soothe with a single breath and make you groan with the next. She knew how to look up at me… how to smile around my cock in a way that set my blood on fire. And the way her gaze flicked over to Erin and Charity as they sucked on each other’s tongues—so close to where she was pleasuring me—I could see the envy. She wanted to share in that kiss… wanted to taste what they were tasting. Yet there was triumph in her eyes, too.
I was hers for now. Me. The man who owned the world. Who was going to war with modern-day gods. Right now, I was at the mercy of her mouth, and my pleasure was hers to command.
Moans and whimpers from beside me competed with the heat of Shea’s tongue, and I looked up to find Erin and Charity fully entangled—tongues dancing, lips swollen, their kiss so deep it looked like Erin was trying to pull Charity’s soul out through her mouth. Erin’s hands roamed everywhere—kneading Charity’s breasts, gliding along her throat, skimming down her waist. Her nails dragged pale lines across Charity’s creamy skin… white trails that vanished seconds later. She’d tied her hair up into one of those messy buns she wore so often, giving me an unobstructed view of the full, devastating beauty of two women kissing without shame.
The feel of Shea’s tongue curling under the head of my cock… the sight of those two wrapped around each other…
It was too much.
“Ohhh, fuck!” I growled, fingers forming a fist in Shea’s dark hair as I pulled her down, burying half my length down her throat. Her grip on my knees tightened, and I heard her gag slightly as her throat constricted around me. A hot pulse jetted down her throat… and then another.
She backed off, slowly sliding her lips up my shaft, holding the head between her lips as I kept spurting. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she held the load in her mouth, her tongue working slow, maddening circles on the ultra-sensitive underside just beneath the crown.
That must’ve been the final push for Charity—her body locked up a moment later as her orgasm crashed over her.
Erin pulled back, letting Charity’s cries fill the room. Her hips bucked wildly against Rose’s mouth, thighs squeezing around the dancer’s head.
Rose didn’t flinch. If anything, her nails dug into Charity’s hips, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working desperately to scoop out every trace of the seed still buried inside. Charity’s chest heaved with sob-like breaths, her mouth hanging slack, eyes glazed as she stared up at me.
Before I could process what was happening, Shea crawled up and kissed Charity—just as deep, just as hungry as the kiss from Erin. I watched, transfixed, as creamy rivulets of cum slid from their joined lips down Charity’s chin and cheeks. Shea was feeding her my cum, and judging by the way Charity kissed her back, she was more than happy to accept the offering.
Rose, her own task complete, began climbing up Charity’s body—pressing slow, reverent kisses into the young woman’s flushed, trembling skin. She paused to feast on Charity’s tits, then continued up, mouth aiming for the tangle of lips above.
Shea had left my cock just a bit too soon, and droplets of cum had started spilling down the shaft, and Erin had noticed. She dipped her head to lap up the remaining mess, then grabbed Rose by the hair and pulled her up off Charity’s breast—crashing her lips to the dancer’s mouth.
I watched them share the taste—Erin licking Charity from Rose’s lips, while Rose savored the residue of my cum from Erin’s tongue as if it were made of sugar.
Shea, meanwhile, had begun licking gently across Charity’s mouth, catching the last stray drops. Then she hovered again, dribbling the mix of cum and spit from her lips into the younger woman’s waiting mouth.
I dropped my head against the back of the couch—spent.
Make no mistake… I was spent. My cock wasn’t. It was still rock hard and ready to go, the drugs pumping through my system and proving their effectiveness.
My eyes slid open to see Helen sitting on the couch opposite the coffee table. The mug of tea she’d been sipping from now sat untouched on the table between us. She still wore her bikini, but she’d raised her left leg and planted it on the edge of the cushion. Her right hand still danced over Tara’s thigh, but her left now draped between her spread legs, her fingers lazily drifting back and forth over the fabric covering her mound.
Tara was openly staring at what Helen was doing—the poor girl.
And yet, despite Helen’s casual seduction and the two pairs of women tangled in each other nearby, my attention was drawn to someone else.
Jessica.
Still in her maid’s outfit, she had just entered the room, cautiously moving along the wall near the door while pushing a small cart with covered dishes. Her eyes swept over the room, wide and overwhelmed. The debauchery unfolding around her must’ve hit her like a punch—she looked stunned, her gaze meeting mine with a cocktail of emotions: hurt, arousal, confusion… and maybe half a dozen more I couldn’t name.
Helen, seated with her back to the door, hadn’t noticed my ex-girlfriend’s arrival. Her eyes were still fixed on me—and the four women wrapped around me—with smoldering interest.
“If I’d known you were going to keep all the girls to yourself,” Helen said, voice honey-smooth, “I would’ve brought Bobbi to keep me company.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked as I idly ran my fingers along one of Charity’s tits.
“She’s still learning a lesson.”
“What’d you do?” I asked, glancing around at the tangled mess of heat and lips around me. Charity had her arms wrapped tight around Shea’s neck, devouring the woman as they shared a slow, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Erin moaned into Rose’s mouth as she started to rise, Rose following, keeping their lips locked as she rose to her knees on the couch.
“You told her not to turn the vibrator off,” Helen said, fingers never ceasing their motion. “I made sure she couldn’t.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that brief trip to the dungeon with Natalie, Bobbi, and Helen, but it had to have been hours. Helen had left that machine on between Bobbi’s legs this entire time?
“Since she’s occupied…” Helen sighed. “I was hoping someone else could help me out.”
Tara licked her lips but didn’t speak.
Erin tore her mouth from Rose’s and looked over her shoulder toward Helen, smirking. She licked juices from her lips as she eyed the woman she’d shared countless hours—and more—with.
“I hear someone playing my song,” Erin purred.
She gave Rose one more lingering kiss before turning to stride over to Helen. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she rounded the coffee table.
Helen offered Rose an apologetic smile. “Sorry to take away your playmate.”
Rose broke into a grin. “’S’okay. It’s time I had a turn, riding that beautiful cock anyway.”
She swung one long, dark leg off the couch, then the other, rising to her full, regal height. Her eyes drifted to Jessica.
“Hey! Jessica, was it?”
Jessica, who had finished placing the cart against the wall and had turned to inch toward the door, froze. Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.
“Could you come here?” Rose asked, voice soft but unmistakable—it had sounded like a request, but it wasn’t.
Jessica stood frozen, glancing between me and Rose, completely unsure. I gave her nothing—no nod, no signal. I wouldn’t make her stay if she wanted to leave… but I wasn’t going to say that either. It was her choice.
Meanwhile, Erin stopped in front of Helen and Tara, cocking her hip to one side. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eye that said one thing loud and clear:
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