The Love Of Money - S01 E291

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The Love Of Money - S01 E291

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 291

The lawyer reached out and placed her fingers on Bobbi’s jaw, directing the younger woman to look at her as she softly said, “Tell me, pet. Tell me how much you missed my taste.” She inched closer. “Tell me how much you missed the feel of my lips on yours.” Seeing Helen tease Bobbi with their mouths hovered ever so close to each other was hot enough, but the look on the sub’s face and the feel of her fingernails digging into my skin where she grasped my shoulders were evidence of how turned on Bobbi was. On top of that, she practically had a faucet running between her legs… I’d never seen her so wet. If she denied missing Helen, she was simply a liar, and I’d make sure she was punished for lying to her mistress.

“It’s okay, pet,” Helen said. “You can—”

Before Helen could say anything else, Bobbi doubled over on me, burying her face in my neck for the first time as she began convulsing in my arms, letting a loud, guttural cry escape through clenched teeth as her nails continued to dig deeper into my shoulders. I simply held her against me, churning in and out of her as she came in my lap, avoiding answering the question altogether.

Half a heartbeat later, I sunk my teeth into the tender flesh of the woman in my arms as I came deep within her womb, grinding our groins against each other as we both came simultaneously. Our very cores throbbed in tune as we clung to each other as if we were debris being tossed about by waves of pure, orgasmic chaos. Time, space… everything was lost as wave after wave of bliss crashed over us. God… sex had no right to be this good.

I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, clinging to each other, Bobbi’s crotch glued to mine, and my hard cock speared deep within her. Eventually, I felt delicate fingers run gently over my back and warm breath on my ear. “Fuck, baby, that was beautiful to watch.”

Only then did I realize my eyes were clenched shut, and my teeth were still locked over Bobbi’s shoulder. I slowly opened them and released my hold on the kitten, feeling her slip free from my grasp as she fell on her back to the floor. I fell against the side of the bed and into Helen’s awaiting arms—she still lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed.

“Ughhh,” was all I could manage as I nuzzled into Helen while riding my post-sex dopamine high.

I felt her tender lips kiss my temple as she softly said, “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re through already.”

Opening my eyes, I cast them up toward her and caught her smiling down at me, our faces so close they were nearly brushing.

“We have some lost time to make up for,” Helen said. “Besides… I hear you were waiting for me before enjoying the rest of what our little pet has to offer. I’d certainly like to see it.”

It was going to be a long night.

Friday 6:42 am

Maybe the foursome with Erin, Helen, and Bobbi had energized me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was on cloud nine after banishing Roger VanCamp from his office, turning his partners against him, and taking his wife. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing the vacation home I’d inherited from my grandfather. Whatever it was… something had compelled me to wake up before seven in the morning without any desire to go back to sleep.

Upon waking, I was aware of a body curled up on me. The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin, but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me. Bobbi was curled up at my side, clinging to me like a lover. I knew she would be absolutely disgusted if she woke up and found herself in that position.

Spooned up behind her was Helen’s tall, lithe form, her arm wrapped around Bobbi’s middle as she held the submissive close. The sight was a palpable concoction of adorable and sexy.

I reached out and gently ran my fingers through Helen’s blonde hair as I stared at them both. Looking in that direction put my nose in proximity to Bobbi’s head; the faint scent of some kind of moisturizer mixed with a whiff of morning breath impressed upon me just how real this situation was… how real these women were. I spent the next five minutes stroking Helen’s head and staring at the pair of them, dwelling on the things I could do with them—and to them… but also on the responsibilities I had toward them. I let the weight of those thoughts settle over me, enjoying the feeling of having them to care for. It was almost as enjoyable as what they could do with their bodies.

Eventually, though, I decided to slowly slide out of bed, trying to disturb the two sleeping beauties as little as possible. Bobbi stirred a little but didn’t seem to come to full consciousness. Instead, she turned and settled her face into Helen’s bosom while the older woman pulled her tighter and muttered something unintelligible.

Satisfied that they would remain asleep, I slipped on some sweatpants and a T-shirt before leaving the room with my phone in hand. There had been a third person to fall asleep with me, but she’d been nowhere to be found, and she was the one I needed to talk to so that we could make preparations to leave for the Catskills today.

On my way to the kitchen to make some coffee, I checked my phone and found a few messages. Richie messaged me to ask if he could visit me next week, and Dillon invited me to a party this weekend, which I had to decline.

I also found a message from Charity. Hey Marcus, if the offer is still on the table, I’ll take that job. When do you want me to start?

I texted her back immediately. Hey, Charity. The offer’s still open. I’ll have an apartment prepped for you. I’d like you to start as soon as you’re ready. Don’t bother packing. Just hire some people to pack and move all your stuff and send me the bill. Let me know when you want to fly out, and we’ll get you a ticket.

I wore a shit-eating grin as I entered the kitchen to make coffee, only to find a pot was already made, the smell of caffeinated beans and chicory wafting through the air even though no one was around. It looked relatively fresh, so I poured a cup and started to doctor it as I checked the rest of my messages. There was another one from Jessica, informing me that she was almost done packing, had received an airline ticket, and confirmed that she had Erin’s instructions on getting into her apartment.

Coffee in hand, I did a little more wandering around the apartment until I found Erin in the gym with Tara. The two of them were dressed similarly—lycra pants that molded to their perfect asses and sports bras that held their breasts firmly in place and left plenty of midriff available for my eyes to feast on. They even had their hair pulled back in similar ponytails.

Erin had a fine sheen of sweat coating her arms and neck, subtly reflecting the overhead lighting as they seemed to rest between workouts. They were talking at a volume too low for me to make out and stood so close together that they were clearly invading each other’s personal space.

My assistant must have said something funny because Tara giggled, her torso inching closer to Erin’s body so that their faces were inches apart. I sipped my coffee and idly watched as the personal trainer, still laughing at whatever Erin had said, lightly touched Erin on the arm, her fingertips tracing along its length and lingering a little longer than seemed reasonable.

I was reluctant to interrupt whatever was happening, but continuing to spy on them felt creepy, so I walked into the gym.

“Morning,” I said with a sigh. I might have awakened without the need for an alarm, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly a morning person.

Tara immediately stepped away from Erin as she turned to look at me, her hands clasped behind her back. She didn’t look guilty, but there was something in how she held her shoulders that suggested she was a little uncomfortable with me catching her like that. “Morning, sir,” she said in that musical Australian accent. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”

“Me either,” Erin said. Unlike my personal trainer, she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I’d walked in on them, which was unsurprising. I had no reason to distrust Erin, and she knew my wishes. If she was flirting with the lesbian, I was sure she knew what she was doing.

“Gotta get my workout in before we leave for the weekend,” I said, placing my coffee on a table.

“I’m a little surprised you’re interested in a session at all,” Erin said. “Not after the workout we gave you last night.”

“Workout?” Tara asked, eyebrows arched inquiringly.

“Yeah. Marcus had a good day at work yesterday. Made an acquisition, so Bobbi and I helped him celebrate last night. Then we did it again.” She grinned. “Then we took a shower and did it again.”

“Christ,” Tara said, both eyebrows arched this time. “Sounds like quite the night.”

“Hope you’ll take pity and go easy on me this morning,” I said.

Tara turned to look at me, her eyes positively green with envy, and I had the feeling she was devising workouts that would border on defying the Geneva Conventions. “Sorry, sir. You don’t pay me to take it easy on you.”

“Well, fuck,” I threw my hands up, only half-kidding.

“Sorry, boss,” Erin said with a Cheshire grin as she approached me. “I guess you’re just in for a world of hurt this morning.”

She placed her hands on my arm, slowing but not stopping, and I sensed she was preparing to leave. “Wait… where are you going?”

“I’m gonna get Camille started on breakfast, then wake Helen and the kitten up.”

“Wake them up, how?” I asked, but her bright eyes twinkled in mischief, and I already knew the answer to that question.

“I glanced at Tara. “No offense, but I want to work out with Erin this morning.”

Tara shrugged and said, “Hey, you’re the boss. Can’t exactly argue with you… or blame you, really.”

“No,” Erin said as she drew close enough that I felt her body lightly brush mine. “Get a good resistance session in. There’ll be plenty of time for cardio this weekend.”

She sealed that promise with a kiss, placing a hand on the back of my head to draw my face to hers. It wasn’t superheated like so many of the ones I’d received last night; this was more of the kiss a lover would give another first thing in the morning. Her lips remained soft and pliant under mine, and her tongue teased lightly against my mouth, brushing it with gentle caresses without invading.

She pulled away and bit her lip. Despite the kiss’s gentle caress, there was nothing but dark heat flickering in her eyes—flirting with Tara had obviously gotten her engine going.

“Tara,” she said and then looked over at my trainer. “Don’t break him, okay? We’re gonna need him in one piece this weekend.” She reached down and ran her fingers lightly over the newly formed erection in my pants before giving it a single, firm squeeze.

“No promises,” Tara said, her tone dry.

My assistant pouted at her but didn’t respond. She gave me one more peck on the lips.

“Tell Camille I won’t be having breakfast here. I’m taking Danni to brunch. We’re gonna talk,” I said.

Erin’s features grew more solemn as she asked, “Are you gonna tell her about your conversation with Natalie?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be completely honest with her.”

“Have you decided?”

“Yeah. I think so.” I said.

She eyed me for a silent moment and then gave me a knowing smile. “Thanks, Marcus.”

And then she bounced off like the tiny bundle of 5’2” energy that she was.

“Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching Erin disappear through the door.

The tip of her tongue was teasing her upper lip. “You’re telling me,” she finally said as she tore her eyes away from where my assistant had vanished. It looked like it had taken her several seconds to even process what I said. “Where do I get one like that?”

I could have suggested an arrangement between us in exchange for access to Erin, but I didn’t want to set that kind of tone with Tara. For one th

ing, she appeared to be some sort of pet project Erin was working on, and I didn’t want to get in the way of whatever she was doing. Second, I liked Tara—she was cool, funny, and easy to talk to. She was also one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever met. I didn’t want to inject something awkward into what felt like the beginnings of a good relationship. If I wanted that authoritarian dynamic, one of the three girls in my bed would scratch that itch. If something happened between Tara and me, I wanted it to be organic… or as organic as possible. Erin’s machinations didn’t exactly strike me as a natural development.

“Tell you what,” I joked. “Go easy on me this morning, and I’ll talk to Helen. She’s the one who found Erin.”

Tara looked deep in thought as she studied me, but how she stared suggested she may have been slightly surprised at my response. Maybe she expected me to make a pass at her. Was she expecting that? Would she have accepted my advances with the understanding that it would lead to my assistant? I’d assumed she wouldn’t have, but maybe I’d miscalculated…

Her cupid’s bow lips compressed into a thin line as she looked me up and down. “No,” she finally said in that very Australian way that sounded like she was chewing on the word.

“You’ve got goals, mate. If you want to make ’em, we’ve got our work cut out. Especially if you’re gonna be disappearing regularly.” She gave me a broad smile, “Nice try, though… using a lovely little bird to try and buy me off. You’ve got my number.”

I hiked my thumb in the direction of Erin’s departure. “Not so hard when our interests are so aligned. Alright… let’s get this over with.”

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