As Jessica approached, her eyes were meant for me—stormy gray and full of hope even though I hadn’t been the one who had called for her.
Somehow, despite having two beautiful Pacific women sharing my seed after blowing me to completion, Jess seemed under the impression that I harbored some kind of special place for her in my heart.
Or perhaps she was just feeling left out and was starting to wish that I would just include her in my fun. The thought of her wanting to participate in something like this just to secure a place in my harem was kind of hot, I had to admit. The idea that it would lead into her actually enjoying the slippery path to depravity only made it more sexy and interesting to keep her around.
Whatever the reason she seemed so intent on me while ignoring the others, she was prevented from reaching me when Rose put a hand on her waist and brought her to a jarring halt. Rose turned my ex to face her so their breasts nearly brushed each other. Jess immediately looked at me in alarm.
I didn’t make a move to intervene.
Jessica wasn’t into women the way Erin, Helen, Rose, or most of the others in my orbit were. Her tastes aligned more with Bobbi’s—not enthusiastic about intimacy with the fairer sex but open if it allowed them to stay.
A very small part of me was immensely turned on by seeing Rose take my ex-girlfriend in hand, enjoying her regardless of how Jessica felt about it. Was I glad I was no longer dating Jessica? No doubt. Had I forgiven her? Yes.
Did a dark part of me enjoy making my old flame squirm as her sensibilities wrestled with desires?
Fuck yes it did.
The wet sounds of kissing drew my attention and I looked down just as Shea and Charity parted from their lip-lock.
“Enjoy tonight, sweetie,” the masseuse whispered to the younger woman. “I can’t wait for more like this with you.”
“That better be a promise,” Charity replied, looking like Shea had literally taken her breath away.
Shea cut her eyes toward me, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving it a light squeeze that made it throb violently. A little bit of leftover cum blossomed across the tip and began to slowly spread.
“Save some for me,” she said, giving me a heated look as her soft palm slid down my pole, giving it one more quick squeeze before letting go.
She retreated before I had a chance to say anything, following Erin toward Helen and leaving me alone with Charity, Rose, and Jessica.
“Where did you find her?” Charity asked, her wide eyes watching the little flight attendant’s hips sway as she retreated. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, unconsciously scooping up a few stray strands of my juices.
“I don’t find them,” I said, admiring Shea’s body alongside Charity. Then I looked back at her and was rewarded with a heart-stopping view of those large eyes fixed on me. They had a kind of vulnerable, submissive quality to them that made Charity simply irresistible. “Erin does. You’re the exception.”
“Thank god for a bullet in the gut,” Charity said, her dark liquid eyes threatening to swallow me whole as she wrapped her dainty hand back around my cock.
I grinned. “One hell of a silver lining.”
“Mmhm,” Charity said, dropping her head to take my cock in her mouth, her tongue already lapping at the tip, scooping up my seed just before sliding her thick lips down my pole.
My head dropped against the back of the couch, as I rested my hand on top of Charity, my fingers playing with one of her pigtails. I turned my attention back to Rose and Jessica.
Rose slid her long, dark fingers along either side of Jessica’s neck, her fingertips playing across Jess’s flawless ivory skin as she brought their faces so close together that their noses brushed. Jessica started to look away, but the dancer kept her head in place, facing her.
“I was eyeing those tits of yours in the hot tub that night,” Rose said just loud enough for me to hear. One of her hands dropped to cup Jessica’s heavy tit, and I watched as she squeezed pale flesh through the fabric to the point where it looked like it might pop out of the window of the maid dress. “You don’t know how bad I wanted a taste.”
Rose’s other hand dropped to Jessica’s shirt collar—the only thing keeping the outfit from looking even slightly family-friendly. She deftly popped the button loose, sending the fabric falling away as Jess’s braless tits spilled free. Her pale areolae could barely be distinguished from the rest of her breasts; her nipples, colored the palest pink, were tiny, sensitive nubs that were already pointed and hard.
The dancer hummed in pleasure and immediately dipped down to capture one of Jessica’s nipples between her teeth. My ex-girlfriend hissed, her hands reaching up to press gently against Rose’s shoulders… she cast her gaze at me as if looking for me to save her, and my cock throbbed in Charity’s mouth as our eyes met.
Rose popped the nipple out of her mouth and squeezed Jessica’s tit firmly as she grinned up at the redhead. “Sensitive?”
“They’ve always been sensitive,” I said.
Rose turned her attention to me, then grinned down at Charity. “Good girl… making sure he’s ready for me.”
Charity removed my cock from her mouth and turned to look over her shoulder at Rose. “After what you did for me? It’s the least I can do. Besides…” She turned back to my cock, grinning up at me, “It’s a fun cock to suck. Not too small. Not too big.”
“Just right,” Rose purred, looking back up at Jess. “It’s a little bigger than average, hm? I bet if fits you perfectly.” She punctuated her words with a quick peck on Jessica’s lips, released the maid, and shuffled her way closer to me.
“Can I have a turn now?”
Charity slid away from me, making room for the dancer, who threw one long, slender leg over my thighs and dropped into my lap. Her small, tight ass slid against my crotch, and nestled against the base of my cock while it rested against the dark petals of her pussy. I could feel her warm arousal coating the length of my member as she settled back against me. Rose raised an arm and wrapped it around the back of my head as she turned to look up at me, heat in her dark eyes.
“Fucking wreck me, Marcus,” she whispered and then crushed her lips against mine. We shared a long kiss as her hand snuck between her legs, her fingers sliding up and down my pole as she rocked her hips back and forth, more of her arousal mingling with Charity’s and Shea’s saliva.
We parted, and then Charity’s lips were immediately on mine as she clung to both of us. Her tongue invaded my mouth as the kiss deepened. I felt Rose bend forward, but Charity took up most of my field of vision as we made out. The moment her lips left mine, Rose intercepted her, giving me a front-row seat to a heated, sapphic display of tongues and lips that threatened to make me immediately blow another load.
Peering over Rose and Charity I was able to see that Rose had leaned forward to grab Jessica’s skirt and had it bunched in one hand so that it rode up her thighs. Almost all of my ex’s thighs and crotch were exposed as Rose held onto it like a leash. Jess now stood between my legs.
As Charity and Rose continued to make out, their tongues passing back and forth between each other, Rose released Jessica’s dress and grasped the front of Jess’s open shirt, pulling her down. The two girls parted, providing Rose with an opening to grab a chunk of Jessica’s bottle-red hair and force her head toward me.
“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.
Considering how Rose had treated Jessica all night, Jess shot Rose a confused look as shew as ordered to do something she wanted more than anything. Rose grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look back at me, placing another hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushing her so close that our lips almost met.
“Kiss him,” Rose urged Jessica. “I wanna see that you can actually kiss, because I haven’t seen any—”
Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.
Nostalgia hit me like a truck—the subtle scent of her soap I’d smelled for months… her distinct taste… the familiar feel of her small mouth and soft lips on mine. I remembered the way she liked me to initiate a French kiss, never seeking my tongue out, but aggressively wrestling with me once I invaded her mouth. Jessica liked to try pinning my tongue against the roof of her mouth, and this time was no different.
I cared about some of these women a lot more than Jessica, but still, regardless of what I said or thought… my ex-girlfriend had a small piece of me that these other women would never have—a snapshot of my love, loyalty, and life before I had the wealth. I didn’t have much then, but what I did have, I wanted to share with her.
Now, as we kissed, I could feel that part of us. It was a fossil—dead, but preserved for eternity and ever-present. The way it would always be.
The way Jess was kissing me… it was like she was trying to breathe life back into that long-gone entity.
And even though I matched her enthusiasm and passion in the kiss, the physicality was all that remained. I desired her.
Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.
That was it.
And as her lips drifted from mine, slipping free from the tip of my tongue, her eyes opened, and I saw the longing I’d felt in the kiss turn into the same fleeting realization that I’d witnessed a few times already.
What we had wasn’t coming back. Whatever existed now was the new normal.
“Fuck,” Rose breathed. “I knew you could kiss.”
Rose fell back against me and reached up to place a hand on Jessica’s face. My ex-girlfriend started to shy away from it, but Rose was persistent. Her hand pressed against Jess’s cheek. Her thumb brushed over the maid’s startlingly cherry red lips. It lingered there despite Jess making no move to kiss it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charity kneeling next to us, her hand between her legs as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.
Rose pressed her thumb more firmly against Jessica’s lips, and after token resistance, my ex loosened them and let the dancer invade her. The vixen on my lap reached between her legs with her free hand and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock, lifting her hips off my lap so she could nestle the head of my member at the entrance of her pussy.
Working her thumb in and out of Jessica’s mouth as if it were a small cock, Rose mirrored the action with her hips. She lowered herself, slowly feeding my length into her hungry snatch.
“Nnngg,” Rose moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and head rolling back as she bit her lip.
The sight of Jessica taking Rose’s finger, slowly becoming more compliant with each passing moment, was a perfect companion to the feeling of being in Rose’s tight pussy and turned me on to no end. Not that I needed it. The visuals were nice, but the dancer had such a slender build that she was naturally tight. If she hadn’t been so wet, she might have even been a little uncomfortable.
I sank back into the couch cushions and enjoyed Rose’s low-key domination of my ex-girlfriend, taking a moment to appreciate the small woman next to us, openly masturbating while watching Rose and me fuck. I wrapped my hands around the dancer’s tiny waist and began to really get into it, thrusting my hips up to meet her steady rhythm.
Everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying themselves. Helen and Erin were still making out and exploring each other’s bodies… it looked like my lawyer was currently feasting on Erin’s miraculous tits.
Meanwhile, Shea had found a new partner. Kelly, the American-Indian woman with whom I’d had a quickie the morning after my first party, was currently making out with my masseuse. The noise we’d been making must have awakened her from her drunken slumber alongside Dillon, and I wondered if she’d left my best friend still naked and passed out on that couch. I made a mental note to let him know that he had missed out on some serious action after passing out, which was why I had bowed out of the drinking game so early. Alcohol is nice and all… but it couldn’t hold a candle next to intense sex with a bevvy of bisexual nymphomaniacs.
And then there was Tara, who simply sat and remained untouched, watching Erin writhe in Helen’s lap while the older blonde’s lips seemed to devour every inch of her. I’d caught her staring at my assistant enough times to know how bad she wanted Erin. As I fucked Rose, I split my attention between watching the dancer play with Jessica and wondering just how many times Tara had gotten off while imagining what it would be like to bed the little silver-haired nymph.
Fuck… what would it be like to take both of them to bed? The mere thought made my balls lurch, and I leaned forward to press my lips to Rose’s back. Her skin was like satin under my touch, and as I kissed up her spine, I heard her murmur in pleasure.
I trailed my lips to the left and peered around Rose’s side to see the dancer with her slender fingers woven through Jessica’s red hair. She gripped it tight, her full lips locked onto Jessica’s in a deep make-out session. However, Jessica wasn’t merely allowing Rose to kiss her—she was finally returning Rose’s kisses, giving as good as she got. Their mouths were opened wide, tongues lashing at each other. Jessica latched onto Rose’s bottom lip and tugged. Rose retaliated, lunging at those cherry-red lips, teeth snapping.
Both of Rose’s hands were latched onto Jessica’s breasts, her fingertips digging into the mounds of flesh. She ground her palms against Jessica’s sensitive nipples, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. Jess’s hands were on top of Rose’s, gripping them—but it didn’t look like she was trying to pull them loose. It looked more like Jess was simply holding onto Rose as if she were some kind of life preserver for a drowning woman. An air of reluctance still hung about her—in the way her shoulders tensed, in her stance that still portrayed at least a modicum of discomfort.
But Rose was wearing her down.
I’d already cum several times, so I was enjoying the extra stamina as I fucked one of the tightest cunts I’d ever had the pleasure of entering. I leaned back into the couch cushions again, sliding my hands up Rose’s tiny waist, enjoying the slight flare as my fingertips trailed up her rib cage. My hands slid around front, cupping her petite breasts. Her small, Hershey’s-kiss nipples were like pebbles piercing my palms as I hugged her to me, pulling her back against my chest.
She didn’t fight me. Instead, she dragged Jessica with her, and my ex half-stumbled onto the couch, raising a hand to brace herself on the back so her full weight wouldn’t fall on top of the woman she was still kissing.
Now, I could see them clearly, inches from my face. Their kissing was noisy—messy smacks and sucking, tongues lashing and licking. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of Rose’s cheek, tasting salt from all the physical labor she’d undergone throughout the evening.
Rose rolled her head back, breaking the kiss with Jess. Jess refused to let go, her teeth latched onto Rose’s bottom lip as she tugged at it.
“Fuck, yes!” Rose groaned loudly, pressing her cheek against the side of my face, dropping her hands onto my thighs so she could brace herself and ride me harder… faster.
She turned her head, finally breaking free from Jessica’s hold on her lip, and sought my mouth hungrily. Jessica followed, and the three of us shared a three-way kiss that I got lost in. I couldn’t track whose tongue was whose. I couldn’t keep up with whose lips were on mine, whose hands were where. We shared each other’s breath, and our scents mingled so thoroughly they became something entirely new.
I finally broke free, needing to breathe, and caught sight of Charity. She had dropped back on the couch so that her head rested on the armrest on the opposite end. Her heels were planted into the cushion just beneath her ass. Her knees were thrust in the air, spread wide, displaying her smooth, glistening pussy.
I expected to see her own hand still between her legs, but instead, a different hand was there. Crimson nails ran up and down her slick slit, the middle and ring fingers dipping inside to the second knuckle before retracting to play with Charity’s sensitive clit. My gaze traveled up her body, noting her slightly concave belly as she lay stretched out on the cushions. Charity’s face was half-covered by a sheet of thick, coal-black hair.
Kelly was now kneeling on the ground next to the couch, hunched over the young woman as they fiercely made out. Charity’s hand slid up the back of Kelly’s head, keeping her locked in the kiss.
One of Kelly’s legs slid onto the couch, then the other followed as she stretched out beside Charity. The kiss didn’t break, and the pleasure between the younger woman’s legs didn’t cease as Kelly settled in beside her. The two of them were completely lost in lesbian pleasures.
I glanced back over to where I’d last seen her and Shea kissing, wondering where my masseuse had gotten off to. I was rewarded with a beautiful sight—Shea peeling off Tara’s bikini top as the two of them watched Erin hard at work pleasuring Helen.
My assistant had crawled off the couch and was now settled between Helen’s legs. Her silver head bobbed up and down as she set to work pleasuring my gorgeous blonde. Helen had sunk deep into the couch cushions, her arms gripping the backrest. Her limbs were stretched out, muscles taut as she surrendered to Erin’s oral service. Her hair was wild, hanging around her face as her head lolled forward, lips pulled tight over her teeth in a rictus of pleasure.
Helen’s eyes fluttered open—and she shot that icy gaze directly at me from across the room. Despite having a lithe dancer fifteen years her junior grinding in my lap, Helen still caught me staring at her, and her grimace slowly began to curl into a half-smile—one part pride and flattery. Two parts, desire.
Suddenly, Rose wrenched her lips free of Jessica’s. She planted a hand on top of her head and pushed. “Get on your knees,” Rose ordered.
Jess didn’t immediately move. Once again, she looked at me in confusion as if I was going to help explain what Rose was doing. She started to lean forward again, her lips seeking Rose’s once more. The dancer stopped her cold with a hand on her chest, giving her a hard look. Jess looked back at me.
“You heard her,” I growled.
Jessica had gone down on women before—most notably in my hot tub a little over a month ago. That night, a lot of us ended up passing her around like a half-smoked joint. She had tasted almost everyone before we finally got out. By that time, while Jessica didn’t seem enthusiastic about eating pussy, she certainly wasn’t shying away from it.
She turned her stormy eyes back to Rose in one final, silent plea—but whatever she saw must’ve shut down any lingering hope. Slowly, she began to sink to her knees.
Rose, her hand still on top of Jessica’s head, guided my ex-lover between her legs until she was face-to-face with the dancer’s glistening sex. Rose’s grip on her head tightened, and judging by the way she tensed in my arms, Jessica must’ve set to work. Moments later, I received confirmation as I felt a tongue lap at my length while it disappeared in and out of Rose’s dripping core.
Fuck.
I wasn’t going to last long like this.
“Oh my God!” Rose cried out as she bounced up and down on my cock, drawing my attention. My hand on her breast slid up her chest and closed in on her throat as I held her against me, and I raised my hand high in the air. The crack of skin against skin resounded through the room as I brought my palm crashing down on her pert little ass.
“Fuck!” She bellowed.
We continued on like that for another minute or two—her jumping up and down on my crotch while I thrust up to meet her. Every second or third meeting of our groins was accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass. Rose’s interactions with Jessica had served to out her as a little bit of a mean girl and probably could have used some spankings to keep her humble. The dancer seemed like the type to easily get an ego that was probably a little too big for her.
Kelly, now halfway on top of Charity, looked over her shoulder, first at Helen, then at the three of us. She slid an arm under Charity’s head and helped her prop up so that the two could watch us while they mutually pleasured each other.
A cry from the other side of the room drew my attention. Helen had her head thrown back, wailing in ecstasy as she ground her crotch against Erin’s face. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were screwed shut as her orgasm ran through her like a locomotive. The two of them had been intimate for so long that I wasn’t worried about the dominant blonde hurting my favorite assistant. Still, to any outsider, it might have been worrying to see how rough she was treating the woman giving her so much pleasure.
Shea held Tara tight against her, her free hand buried between the trainer’s legs as they watched Helen’s throes of passion.
Before Helen’s cries had fully faded, Rose came on my cock, shuddering in my arms as she clutched Jessica’s head tightly between her thighs. Jess struggled to keep up—our constant movement turned her tongue and lips into more of a stray passenger than an active participant. But for me, that didn’t matter. The real thrill was seeing her there, made to serve not just me, but anyone I allowed. Her presence, submissive and pliant, was the perfect spice for this decadent celebration of my return to New York.
After the third or fourth spasm on my cock, Rose fell forward, dragging Jessica with her as they collapsed onto the floor with the dancer on top of my old girlfriend. Rose’s ass lurched into the air, still convulsing from the climax I’d just given her. Her cries were muffled, however, as she forced her tongue down Jessica’s throat while grinding on her leg.
Surprised, Jessica flailed under her aggressive lover, her hands balled into fists as they beat weakly against Rose’s back. Each strike was weaker than the last as she quickly surrendered to the lesbian assault.
However, Rose had fallen off my cock a little too soon, and I wasn’t done firing off rounds. Two more loads shot out of the tip of my penis, arcing high in the air. The first one landed just to the left of Rose’s ass crack—a long string of white fluid that clung to her smooth, dark ass. The second landed across Jess’s knee. Two weaker spurts followed, landing on the floor between Jessica’s and Rose’s legs, while some of it clung to the length of my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it up and down several times, not wanting that sensation to end.
Especially when I caught sight of what was happening on the other couch
Erin had abandoned an almost comatose Helen to crawl up on the cushions between Tara’s legs. She had one hand on the back of the couch and one on Tara’s knee. Shea had her own fingers in her mouth, obviously tasting the Australian after fingering her. The smile on Erin’s face was a mixture of manic glee and unadulterated hunger as she hovered over my trainer. Their lips were dangerously close.
Fuck… Tara and Erin were two of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I wanted to see them kiss. I knew it wouldn’t happen; it would ruin Erin’s little experiment. But I wanted to see it so fucking bad.
My cock had stopped pumping out semen moments ago, but I still fisted it as I watched the two of them. Kelly stirred out of the corner of my eye, but I barely registered it. My cock still burned with pleasure even after cumming—I could keep going.
That fucking pill…
Erin dipped forward, and just when I thought she was going to give in and taste Tara…
Her mouth crashed onto Shea’s as the two of them made out in wild abandon.
“Jesus… fuck…” Those were the only pitiful words I had for the performance I’d only had glimpses of.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Rose called out, still on top of Jessica. She had her fingers buried in Jess’s cunt and was fucking it furiously while keeping a firm grip on her red hair, forcing Jess to watch Erin and Shea along with her. Rose’s own slippery cunt rode up and down Jessica’s thigh, leaving a slimy trail of both of our fluids along Jess’s porcelain skin.
Before I knew what was happening, Kelly's broad ass moved into view, blocking my view of Erin and Shea’s makeout session. She was straddling Rose and Jessica. My eyes traveled up her curvy, statuesque form to see her grinning down at me from over one shoulder. Her body was turned just enough to notice the copper-colored side of one of her heavy breasts.
Without saying a word, Kelly bent over at the waist and pressed her hands into the coffee table between the two couches that had seen so much use. She still kept her eyes on me as she wiggled her juicy rear in the air only a few feet from my face.
“Are you and Dillon a thing?” I asked, stroking my cock as I stared at her.
“Nope,” she said with a broad grin plastered across her face.
“If you’re lying to me—”
“Neither of you would ever see or speak to me again,” Kelly said with a smirk. “I know the drill.”
Her fingers slithered between her legs and spread open the puffy outer lips of her pussy, exposing her dark, prominent petals. Fluids clung to them as they parted—female fluids. “I promise… we’re not dating, Marcus.”
“What’s more,” she continued, “The poor dummy drank so much that he couldn’t get that monster hard. I had to settle for a mediocre tonguing.” Her heavy eyebrows knitted together as she stared at me, her eyes, glazed over from alcohol, managed to sharpen into clear focus for a single, solitary moment. “Marcus,” she said, her tone suddenly earnest, “I’m horny…”
The speed in which I came off that couch, grabbed hold of her hips, and fed her my cock had to have set a record. In one fluid motion, I was buried inside her to the hilt.
“Ah… fuck!” Kelly cried out with the biggest smile on her face. She turned and looked at the other ladies in the room, who all had their attention focused on us.
Erin had climbed off the couch and was slinking her way toward the floor. Her slender fingers grasped the coffee table opposite, and she slowly hauled herself up on it, her silver hair a disheveled mess. She looked like a hot version of something from a horror movie with how she moved across the floor and climbed my furniture as she eyed us. Her eyes were feral.
Helen took Erin’s place on the couch, climbing over Tara to swap tongues with Shea. As I fucked in and out of Kelly like a jackhammer, I watched as Tara couldn’t take any more and lifted herself off Shea just enough for her lips to taste Helen’s throat. She tentatively gave it a lick and then sucked on it before Helen pulled back just enough to prevent my personal trainer from doing more. Helen whispered something to her that had Tara looking almost upset. Shea leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.
And then Helen slowly turned her gaze to meet me as her hand traveled down her side… her fingers grazing over her own ribs, exploring the curve of her breast, and then disappearing between Tara’s legs. Shea grabbed Tara’s chin and tugged on it until Tara was looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Shea pressed her generous lips to the corner of Tara’s mouth, laying little kisses there and muttering against Tara’s cheek.
Suddenly, Tara’s eyes fluttered shut, her mouth opened wide, and her hips began to jerk violently in response to whatever Helen was doing to her.
I felt something warm and wet make contact with my balls and looked under my legs to see Jessica’s tongue extended as she tried to lap at my scrotum while on her knees. Rose held her firmly by the chin, guiding her and keeping her in place as she knelt behind Jess. She had one arm firmly wrapped around Jess’s plush waist, that hand tightly gripping one of Jessica’s breasts.
Fuck… I’d be interested to see what Rose could do with Jess in the dungeon and made a mental note to make it happen.
Erin, now on top of the table, crawled across it, grabbed Kelly by the chin, and smashed her lips on the Indian-American as I continued to fuck her. She continued to crawl forward, sliding to her knees as she brought her other hand up to wrap her fingers around Kelly’s throat.
The hungry sounds of their kissing spurred me forward, and I picked up the pace, breathing hard as I felt a bead of sweat begin to drip down my forehead. I’d lost count of how many times I came, and yet there were so many other women that I hadn’t stuck my dick in yet. I hadn’t even touched Helen.
I suddenly felt a presence next to me, and Charity was suddenly pressing herself into my side, slipping her head under my arm, and pressing her lips to my chest as she raked her fingernails up and down my abdomen. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes—their innocent gaze covering for the fact that she was an insatiable succubus.
“Will you be able to fuck me again?” she asked as she rested her chin on my chest.
God… was I literally going to fuck until every ounce of my fluids was passed out of my body?
A muffled squeal erupted from Kelly as I suddenly felt the walls of her pussy collapse around my cock. She screamed into Erin’s mouth, cutting off whatever I’d been about to say to Charity.
Instead of dropping off my cock, however, Kelly reached back with both of her hands, waving them frantically in the air. I caught her wrists as Charity picked up on what I was trying to do and slipped out from under my arm. Now, using Kelly’s arms as leverage, I slammed in her even harder.
“God, yes!” Kelly groaned loudly as she tore her mouth free from Erin’s. She looked back at me, her eyes wild through the messy curtain of black hair across her face.
“Yes,” I huffed and leaned down to kiss Charity, seeking out her tongue immediately.
The ferocity of my thrusts must have been too much for Rose and Jess. I could no longer feel their tongues on my balls. Instead, Rose had escorted Jessica out from under my legs, and they’d both stood up. Just as I broke my kiss with Charity, Rose captured my face and guided me to Jessica, who stood in front of her.
As I kissed my ex-girlfriend’s tender lips, Rose pressed her modest chest against her back, squishing the redhead between us as she began nibbling and biting up Jessica’s neck to her ear, and then back down. I felt Jess yelp into my mouth as Rose bit hard on her shoulder and tweaked her nipples roughly. She didn’t take her lips off mine, though. Instead, she lifted a hand and put it on the side of my face, her tender touch suggesting that she wanted this kiss to be more than it was.
I immediately put a stop to it by ending the kiss. Rose raised her face from the crook of Jessica’s neck just in time to give me a quick, hungry kiss, and then I looked back at Charity, who still stood on the other side of me.
“Kiss her,” I said.
Charity didn’t hesitate. Reaching across me, she wrapped one hand around the back of Jess’s neck and hauled her closer. Fortunately, Jessica was tall enough that she was able to reach over mine and Kelly’s interlocked arms and capture the shorter girl’s lips in hers. Again—she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about it, but she seemed willing to do whatever I told her.
Erin had transitioned from her knees to her small, pert ass, and laid back on the coffee table, face-up. With her legs spread open, she gave Kelly a perfect view of her small, hairless snatch, and Kelly needed no further invitation. She lowered her head between Erin’s thighs and set to work, finally giving Erin what she so desperately needed—an orgasm.
“Ugh! Oh god!” Erin cried out, reaching over her shoulder to grip the edge of the coffee table behind her. It did fantastic things to her impossibly firm tits, stretching them taught on her little chest… her nipples hard enough to slice through glass.
Tara watched the scene unfold while sandwiched between Helen and Shea. Helen was running her lips and tongue up and down Tara’s neck, nipping at it with her teeth as she manipulated her pussy with her fingers. Shea still sat behind her, her tongue running up the side of Tara’s face… her hands cupping Tara’s firm tits as she played with her nipples.
I looked up, and standing in the doorway were two new people—William and Camille. William’s eyes were wide in disbelief, a little discomfort, and an edge of lust. He was still in his swim trunks, chest bare and chiseled… looking like some kind of Greek god. His piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the three women on the couch nearest him, the slender and firm personal trainer sandwiched between the blonde lawyer and the Pacific flight attendant.
Camille wasn’t looking at them. Her eyes were locked on me.
They were a collection of blues, grays, and greens that reminded me of an angry sea ready to swallow me whole.
Which is exactly the kind of look she gave me.
Unlike William, she’d never changed into a swimsuit. She’d been too busy working. She was wearing her uniform pants that did so many wonderful things to her juicy ass, but she’d traded out her normal shirt for a simple, salmon-colored cotton T-shirt. It stretched over her curves, her tits clearly wanting to be free of the fabric as it molded perfectly to her form. Its V-neck wasn’t particularly deep, but considering her tits… her cleavage was spectacular.
And she would not stop eye-fucking me.
There, surrounded by some of the hottest girls I’d ever seen, with my dick buried in the soaking pussy of a social media model who had her face buried in the pussy of my incredibly hot personal assistant… all while two women made out in front of me… I locked my gaze directly on my chef, daring her to look away while I fucked this Indian beauty.
And then I unloaded deep inside the model, surrounded by unparalleled beauty, yet my eyes never left Camille’s for a second. The way she stared at me… it was mesmerizing.
She kept her gaze on me through my entire climax until William finally said something to her that I couldn’t hear over all the cries of female pleasure erupting around me.
Finally, Camille looked up at William and murmured something in reply, her plush lips curling into a pleased smile. Then William looked from me, back at his fiancée, and then gave her a nod before turning around and disappearing through the door.
Camille turned her attention back to me as I continued to shoot load after load inside Kelly. Charity had gone back to kissing my chest and arm. Jessica was only a few inches shorter than me, and proceeded to step in close, her large tits pressing into my body as she dragged her mouth across my throat.
Rose slowly sauntered over to Erin and had knelt on the table behind the little silver-haired woman and proceeded to climb on the table so she could drop her pussy on Erin’s face. She immediately leaned forward and began working with Kelly to ensure my assistant was thoroughly pleased.
And there was Camille, still watching me from that same wall Shea had been leaning against until she had moved to Tara. Her fingers trailed idly up and down the hem of her shirt’s V-neck, teasing herself, studying me as her chest rose and fell as she became more aroused.
Kelly began to cry out again and collapsed forward. Droplets of cum went in every direction as my cock bobbed in the air just long enough for Jessica and Charity both to drop to their knees and begin cleaning me off.
Despite everything, my cock was still hard.
I finally managed to tear my gaze away from Camille to survey the Bacchanalia that had taken over the game room. Shea, Tara, and Helen… Kelly, Rose, and Erin… me, Jessica, and Charity… all the different combinations that had taken shape. The way everyone had moved fluidly from one partner to the next like some kind of erotic dance…
I stood there, surrounded by writhing females, while clutching one on either side of me. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. It was all so much.
Was it too much?
Could one man have too much sex with too many partners?
Could a harem be too big?
I glanced back in the direction of Camille, and the spot where she’d been standing was now empty. I glanced around, but she was nowhere to be seen. She was gone… like a spirit.
“Hey!”
My eyes scanned the room once more, wondering what the hell my chef had even been doing here with William, and what did those long, teasing looks mean? And what had William and she told each other? It looked like it had been about him… or perhaps it had been about the group sex in general?
Either way, a conversation was going to come soon.
Finally tearing my eyes from the spot where my chef had been, I looked down at Charity, who was holding a water bottle. She held it in front of me, still leaning into my arm while looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.
“Don’t forget to drink some water.”
I took the bottle from her, popped open the cap, and threw it back as I stood in the middle of the room fully in the nude, my member ready for round… whatever.
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