The Love Of Money - S02 E132

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The Love Of Money - S02 E132

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 132

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.

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