Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 135

My grip slid up her neck to the base of her jaw. I turned her head slightly, angling it so she could watch Shea suck my cock from mere inches away.

“Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s cleaning you off of me. She’s swallowing you.”

I let go of her jaw, but Charity didn’t look away. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Shea’s generous lips as they glided up and down my shaft.

I trailed my fingers down the center of her chest, tracing between her breasts, then circling beneath and dragging upward along her hypersensitive skin. I closed my hand around one breast—small, soft, but responsive—grasping her brown nipple, about half the size of my pinky. It was stiff, tough, and perfect as I caught it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly.

“Ah… god…” Charity’s back arched. Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled more firmly on Rose’s head. Her legs crossed over each other and rested on the dancer’s back, her knees bending as if to bury more of Rose’s face inside her.

Erin slid around behind Shea, kissed my thigh with searing heat, and then leaned forward to press her lips to Charity’s. The young woman’s moans were swallowed into the kiss as they met for the first time. At the same time, Erin closed one hand over Charity’s other breast, mirroring my touch.

My hips began moving on their own, rolling up into Shea’s mouth as she found a rhythm. Her fingers curled around my balls and massaged them with the same practiced finesse she brought to every part of her work.

All that pleasure… all that sensation… I took it out on Charity. Her nipple suffered beneath my fingers, her breast caught in my palm as I squeezed—already feeling my climax rising.

I happened to glance up—and saw Tara and Helen on the other couch, watching.

Tara looked nervous. Eyes wide as saucers, unblinking. For a woman so flirtatious and free-spirited, something about this had melted all that confidence into something raw and vulnerable.

Was it the sheer intensity of so many naked bodies, the full spectacle of real, live sex happening just feet away?

She’d experienced it once before… but that had been in Amsterdam, with a bit of help from their local herbal persuasion. This time, she had nothing to dull her nerves. She didn’t even look drunk.

Maybe she was just scared of my dick.

Or maybe… it was Helen’s hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lightly across smooth, bronzed skin.

My gaze drifted to Helen. She simply sat there watching with smoldering interest, her attention seeming to bypass Tara entirely—even as her fingers idly wandered over the personal trainer’s thigh. Even seated on a couch in a game room… collared… wearing nothing but a crimson, barely-there bikini… she was old-world elegance personified.

Fuck… if Helen and Erin were both conspiring to break Tara, the Aussie beauty didn’t stand a chance.

Before I could spend another moment wondering what those two had planned for my personal trainer, Shea’s oral skills yanked my focus back where it belonged. God, I was close. Her dark eyes stayed locked on me, watching as I clenched and unclenched my jaw.

Shea—the tiny, submissive servant. She was the quiet one. The one you didn’t even realize was there until she was already making you scream. Her energy could soothe with a single breath and make you groan with the next. She knew how to look up at me… how to smile around my cock in a way that set my blood on fire. And the way her gaze flicked over to Erin and Charity as they sucked on each other’s tongues—so close to where she was pleasuring me—I could see the envy. She wanted to share in that kiss… wanted to taste what they were tasting. Yet there was triumph in her eyes, too.

I was hers for now. Me. The man who owned the world. Who was going to war with modern-day gods. Right now, I was at the mercy of her mouth, and my pleasure was hers to command.

Moans and whimpers from beside me competed with the heat of Shea’s tongue, and I looked up to find Erin and Charity fully entangled—tongues dancing, lips swollen, their kiss so deep it looked like Erin was trying to pull Charity’s soul out through her mouth. Erin’s hands roamed everywhere—kneading Charity’s breasts, gliding along her throat, skimming down her waist. Her nails dragged pale lines across Charity’s creamy skin… white trails that vanished seconds later. She’d tied her hair up into one of those messy buns she wore so often, giving me an unobstructed view of the full, devastating beauty of two women kissing without shame.

The feel of Shea’s tongue curling under the head of my cock… the sight of those two wrapped around each other…

It was too much.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I growled, fingers forming a fist in Shea’s dark hair as I pulled her down, burying half my length down her throat. Her grip on my knees tightened, and I heard her gag slightly as her throat constricted around me. A hot pulse jetted down her throat… and then another.

She backed off, slowly sliding her lips up my shaft, holding the head between her lips as I kept spurting. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she held the load in her mouth, her tongue working slow, maddening circles on the ultra-sensitive underside just beneath the crown.

That must’ve been the final push for Charity—her body locked up a moment later as her orgasm crashed over her.

Erin pulled back, letting Charity’s cries fill the room. Her hips bucked wildly against Rose’s mouth, thighs squeezing around the dancer’s head.

Rose didn’t flinch. If anything, her nails dug into Charity’s hips, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working desperately to scoop out every trace of the seed still buried inside. Charity’s chest heaved with sob-like breaths, her mouth hanging slack, eyes glazed as she stared up at me.

Before I could process what was happening, Shea crawled up and kissed Charity—just as deep, just as hungry as the kiss from Erin. I watched, transfixed, as creamy rivulets of cum slid from their joined lips down Charity’s chin and cheeks. Shea was feeding her my cum, and judging by the way Charity kissed her back, she was more than happy to accept the offering.

Rose, her own task complete, began climbing up Charity’s body—pressing slow, reverent kisses into the young woman’s flushed, trembling skin. She paused to feast on Charity’s tits, then continued up, mouth aiming for the tangle of lips above.

Shea had left my cock just a bit too soon, and droplets of cum had started spilling down the shaft, and Erin had noticed. She dipped her head to lap up the remaining mess, then grabbed Rose by the hair and pulled her up off Charity’s breast—crashing her lips to the dancer’s mouth.

I watched them share the taste—Erin licking Charity from Rose’s lips, while Rose savored the residue of my cum from Erin’s tongue as if it were made of sugar.

Shea, meanwhile, had begun licking gently across Charity’s mouth, catching the last stray drops. Then she hovered again, dribbling the mix of cum and spit from her lips into the younger woman’s waiting mouth.

I dropped my head against the back of the couch—spent.

Make no mistake… I was spent. My cock wasn’t. It was still rock hard and ready to go, the drugs pumping through my system and proving their effectiveness.

My eyes slid open to see Helen sitting on the couch opposite the coffee table. The mug of tea she’d been sipping from now sat untouched on the table between us. She still wore her bikini, but she’d raised her left leg and planted it on the edge of the cushion. Her right hand still danced over Tara’s thigh, but her left now draped between her spread legs, her fingers lazily drifting back and forth over the fabric covering her mound.

Tara was openly staring at what Helen was doing—the poor girl.

And yet, despite Helen’s casual seduction and the two pairs of women tangled in each other nearby, my attention was drawn to someone else.

Jessica.

Still in her maid’s outfit, she had just entered the room, cautiously moving along the wall near the door while pushing a small cart with covered dishes. Her eyes swept over the room, wide and overwhelmed. The debauchery unfolding around her must’ve hit her like a punch—she looked stunned, her gaze meeting mine with a cocktail of emotions: hurt, arousal, confusion… and maybe half a dozen more I couldn’t name.

Helen, seated with her back to the door, hadn’t noticed my ex-girlfriend’s arrival. Her eyes were still fixed on me—and the four women wrapped around me—with smoldering interest.

“If I’d known you were going to keep all the girls to yourself,” Helen said, voice honey-smooth, “I would’ve brought Bobbi to keep me company.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked as I idly ran my fingers along one of Charity’s tits.

“She’s still learning a lesson.”

“What’d you do?” I asked, glancing around at the tangled mess of heat and lips around me. Charity had her arms wrapped tight around Shea’s neck, devouring the woman as they shared a slow, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Erin moaned into Rose’s mouth as she started to rise, Rose following, keeping their lips locked as she rose to her knees on the couch.

“You told her not to turn the vibrator off,” Helen said, fingers never ceasing their motion. “I made sure she couldn’t.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that brief trip to the dungeon with Natalie, Bobbi, and Helen, but it had to have been hours. Helen had left that machine on between Bobbi’s legs this entire time?

“Since she’s occupied…” Helen sighed. “I was hoping someone else could help me out.”

Tara licked her lips but didn’t speak.

Erin tore her mouth from Rose’s and looked over her shoulder toward Helen, smirking. She licked juices from her lips as she eyed the woman she’d shared countless hours—and more—with.

“I hear someone playing my song,” Erin purred.

She gave Rose one more lingering kiss before turning to stride over to Helen. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she rounded the coffee table.

Helen offered Rose an apologetic smile. “Sorry to take away your playmate.”

Rose broke into a grin. “’S’okay. It’s time I had a turn, riding that beautiful cock anyway.”

She swung one long, dark leg off the couch, then the other, rising to her full, regal height. Her eyes drifted to Jessica.

“Hey! Jessica, was it?”

Jessica, who had finished placing the cart against the wall and had turned to inch toward the door, froze. Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

“Could you come here?” Rose asked, voice soft but unmistakable—it had sounded like a request, but it wasn’t.

Jessica stood frozen, glancing between me and Rose, completely unsure. I gave her nothing—no nod, no signal. I wouldn’t make her stay if she wanted to leave… but I wasn’t going to say that either. It was her choice.

Meanwhile, Erin stopped in front of Helen and Tara, cocking her hip to one side. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eye that said one thing loud and clear:

You’re not going to want to miss this.

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To Be Continued...