Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 134

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.