The Love Of Money - S01 E228

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The Love Of Money - S01 E228

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 228

"Quite the Lady's Man"

Introduction:

Marcus recovers from the party and spends time with good company

Saturday, 11:03 am

I regained consciousness the following morning in a soft bed with a single, warm body pressed to my front. My arm was draped over whoever was cuddled against me, and a tiny breast rested in my palm. That, along with the feel of a firm ass pressed against my crotch, was enough to confirm who it was before I even had to open my eyes. Rose was asleep in my arms as I began to stir.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and confirmed my suspicions of who was spooning me. Rose was still asleep as I propped my head up and looked down at her, admiring her dark skin against my lighter complexion. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to her shoulder, and tried to sort through the foggy memories of what had transpired after I came to bed and exactly who had come with me. The answer lay about a foot away on the other side of her.

Jessica was on her back, one arm over her head, and the sheets pulled down to near her waist. Her large breasts were laying against her chest, mounds of soft flesh laying as flat as possible despite their sheer volume. Her pale nipples were soft and rested almost smooth against her areola. Cherry-red lips were parted fractionally, moving ever so slightly as she dreamed, and her dyed red hair was splayed out over the pillow. She was the only other woman in my bed.

I extracted myself from my blankets as quietly as possible so that the two of them could sleep and caught sight of something on my end table-my exact model phone with that flawless look they had when freshly taken out of the box. A sticky note had been attached to it, and scrawled across it in Erin's handwriting was a message:

Hey, boss. Got you a new phone. Temp pin is the last four of your primary bank account number. Everything's been transferred over from your old one. I bought some backups just in case you break another.

Erin

God bless my assistant.

I yawned, went to the bathroom while setting the security on my new phone, and then scrolled through my messages and social pages. Several people who had attended the event last night had posted about it, garnering a lot of views. It couldn't compete with anything like the story about the celebrity divorce that had just leaked, but it was strange to open my feeds and find occasional posts about my party that I didn't have to go hunting for. Even a few relatively famous people who hadn't been invited commented on some of the posts, tagging me and asking where their invite was. It was all so surreal.

But this was what wanted to get the house party out there and get a lot of publicity to bolster faith that I was active and making connections. I hoped that along with the crash course in business and the company culture from Chandler was enough to keep Hiro Tanaka's faith and possibly even win over some of the other shareholders as time passed. In truth, I barely knew what I was doing, and once more, I entertained the idea of hiring a PR team to help me with this sort of thing.

I didn't bother checking my DMs. There were already over a hundred messages, and the thought of scrolling through them was intimidating, let alone answering them. That brought on another question-did I need to hire someone to go through my communications? Surely, that was something Erin couldn't handle on her own.

My texts weren't nearly as bad, I had a few spam messages, one from my mom, telling me that they'd be over at seven for dinner, one from Erin telling me she would be heading to YPV soon to go through the documentation for my grandfather's estate, and a text from Dillon that turned out to be-

"Fuck!" I muttered and looked away from my phone when I realized he'd sent me a dick pic. Feeling like it was too early for that sort of thing, approached the shower and turned it on. Then I picked up the phone and sent a message back to Dillon.

Me: Look, I know things got a little crazy last night, but could you not?

He replied almost immediately. Shit! I meant to send that to Kelly! My bad, dude!

Me: You meant to send that to Kelly? Why? Aren't you here? And didn't she see it enough last night?

Dillon: Nah. I had to open for work. Kelly was still asleep when I left. She asked me to send her one last night, though.

Me: Okay. Just watch who you're sending it to. Do that again, and I'll send it to your mom and sister.

Dillon: You wouldn't!

Me: Wanna bet a million dollars?

I hopped into the shower without waiting for a reply. As I showered, I thought back to what had transpired the previous night -specifically, what had happened in the hot tub. Frankly, I was surprised Jessica had participated so much after having expressed interest in us getting back together. She'd allowed so many firsts to happen... at least, that I was aware of. After Dilion and I spit-roasted her, Erin and Rose had practically manhandled her. Rose sat behind her, holding her arms in place, making out with Jess while Erin ate my cum out of her vagina. Then she spit it back into Jess's mouth and spread the combination of our fluids all over the lower half of my ex's face.

Then, Erin sat back in my lap and slid my dick back inside her while we watched Jess taste her first pussy as she ate out Rose. I particularly enjoyed seeing Rose get rough with Jessica, dominating the buxom redhead by roughly riding her face until she came violently, claiming that she was a natural pussy-eater. As we watched her service Rose, Erin would tell her stories about everything I'd done with other women so far how I'd fucked three women in the pool, had a six-person orgy with five women, and been in more threesomes than could count. She told Jess that women coming out of the woodwork would date me in a heartbeat. Rose even chimed in, wondering how Jess felt about it, knowing what she'd given up and what she could have had. Honey joined in, fingering Jess's clit and saying similar things while Jonah fucked my ex. Jessica's arousal seemed to feed off the humiliation as her orgasms sounded more and more intense as time went on.

Eventually, we all ended up in separate rooms: Jonah and Honey in one room, Dillon and Kelly in another, and Rose, Erin, and myself in mine. Jess was left in the tub with no direction, and at the last moment, asked if she could come with us. I agreed. Rose, Erin, and I spent the next hour playing with each other while Jess simply fingered herself. Eventually, Rose had pity on her and finished her off while I fucked Erin to a final orgasm before we all collapsed in a pile together.

I enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down on me as I replayed the events from last night. It was touching in a twisted sort of way to have the ladies go after Jessica like that. I ran my hand over my body, feeling the remnants of the slick feeling of sexual fluids wash off me, and ended up playing with myself as I continued to run through all the different scenarios.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see a very naked Jessica standing just outside my shower, watching me through the glass. Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers toying with the trimmed brown bush that grew just above her pussy. Her heavy breasts were squished together between her arms as she stood there.

"Hey Jess," I said, still holding onto my cock. I gave it a firm squeeze as I stared at her lovely tits on display. "You trying to creep me out or something?"

"No," she said. "I didn't want to interrupt you. You looked deep in thought."

"Was just thinking about last night."

"Ah," she said, her hazel eyes wandering around the shower. Considering it was one of the most elaborate showers with a ridiculous number of spouts and large enough to easily fit five or more people, I imagined she was a little in awe

"You want to join me?" I asked.

"If... you don't mind?"

"Come on."

Jess did, opening the glass door and stepping inside. I watched as she stepped under the overhead spouts, the hot water washing over her translucent skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting the water wash over her face. Trails of water washed down her pretty neck and ran between her large breasts like a small waterfall, and I thought back to all the times I'd kissed and licked that space between her tits. The fond memories were still there, but I didn't have that nostalgic feeling I'd had when she first arrived at the apartment.

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked

She was quiet for a moment as she ran her fingers through her wet hair. Then she said, "I've never done anything like that before."

"An orgy?" asked.