Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 139

Fuck.

I wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Oh my God!” Rose cried out as she bounced up and down on my cock, drawing my attention. My hand on her breast slid up her chest and closed in on her throat as I held her against me, and I raised my hand high in the air. The crack of skin against skin resounded through the room as I brought my palm crashing down on her pert little ass.

“Fuck!” She bellowed.

We continued on like that for another minute or two—her jumping up and down on my crotch while I thrust up to meet her. Every second or third meeting of our groins was accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass. Rose’s interactions with Jessica had served to out her as a little bit of a mean girl and probably could have used some spankings to keep her humble. The dancer seemed like the type to easily get an ego that was probably a little too big for her.

Kelly, now halfway on top of Charity, looked over her shoulder, first at Helen, then at the three of us. She slid an arm under Charity’s head and helped her prop up so that the two could watch us while they mutually pleasured each other.

A cry from the other side of the room drew my attention. Helen had her head thrown back, wailing in ecstasy as she ground her crotch against Erin’s face. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were screwed shut as her orgasm ran through her like a locomotive. The two of them had been intimate for so long that I wasn’t worried about the dominant blonde hurting my favorite assistant. Still, to any outsider, it might have been worrying to see how rough she was treating the woman giving her so much pleasure.

Shea held Tara tight against her, her free hand buried between the trainer’s legs as they watched Helen’s throes of passion.

Before Helen’s cries had fully faded, Rose came on my cock, shuddering in my arms as she clutched Jessica’s head tightly between her thighs. Jess struggled to keep up—our constant movement turned her tongue and lips into more of a stray passenger than an active participant. But for me, that didn’t matter. The real thrill was seeing her there, made to serve not just me, but anyone I allowed. Her presence, submissive and pliant, was the perfect spice for this decadent celebration of my return to New York.

After the third or fourth spasm on my cock, Rose fell forward, dragging Jessica with her as they collapsed onto the floor with the dancer on top of my old girlfriend. Rose’s ass lurched into the air, still convulsing from the climax I’d just given her. Her cries were muffled, however, as she forced her tongue down Jessica’s throat while grinding on her leg.

Surprised, Jessica flailed under her aggressive lover, her hands balled into fists as they beat weakly against Rose’s back. Each strike was weaker than the last as she quickly surrendered to the lesbian assault.

However, Rose had fallen off my cock a little too soon, and I wasn’t done firing off rounds. Two more loads shot out of the tip of my penis, arcing high in the air. The first one landed just to the left of Rose’s ass crack—a long string of white fluid that clung to her smooth, dark ass. The second landed across Jess’s knee. Two weaker spurts followed, landing on the floor between Jessica’s and Rose’s legs, while some of it clung to the length of my cock.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it up and down several times, not wanting that sensation to end.

Especially when I caught sight of what was happening on the other couch

Erin had abandoned an almost comatose Helen to crawl up on the cushions between Tara’s legs. She had one hand on the back of the couch and one on Tara’s knee. Shea had her own fingers in her mouth, obviously tasting the Australian after fingering her. The smile on Erin’s face was a mixture of manic glee and unadulterated hunger as she hovered over my trainer. Their lips were dangerously close.

Fuck… Tara and Erin were two of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I wanted to see them kiss. I knew it wouldn’t happen; it would ruin Erin’s little experiment. But I wanted to see it so fucking bad.

My cock had stopped pumping out semen moments ago, but I still fisted it as I watched the two of them. Kelly stirred out of the corner of my eye, but I barely registered it. My cock still burned with pleasure even after cumming—I could keep going.

That fucking pill…

Erin dipped forward, and just when I thought she was going to give in and taste Tara…

Her mouth crashed onto Shea’s as the two of them made out in wild abandon.

“Jesus… fuck…” Those were the only pitiful words I had for the performance I’d only had glimpses of.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Rose called out, still on top of Jessica. She had her fingers buried in Jess’s cunt and was fucking it furiously while keeping a firm grip on her red hair, forcing Jess to watch Erin and Shea along with her. Rose’s own slippery cunt rode up and down Jessica’s thigh, leaving a slimy trail of both of our fluids along Jess’s porcelain skin.

Before I knew what was happening, Kelly's broad ass moved into view, blocking my view of Erin and Shea’s makeout session. She was straddling Rose and Jessica. My eyes traveled up her curvy, statuesque form to see her grinning down at me from over one shoulder. Her body was turned just enough to notice the copper-colored side of one of her heavy breasts.

Without saying a word, Kelly bent over at the waist and pressed her hands into the coffee table between the two couches that had seen so much use. She still kept her eyes on me as she wiggled her juicy rear in the air only a few feet from my face.

“Are you and Dillon a thing?” I asked, stroking my cock as I stared at her.

“Nope,” she said with a broad grin plastered across her face.

“If you’re lying to me—”

“Neither of you would ever see or speak to me again,” Kelly said with a smirk. “I know the drill.”

Her fingers slithered between her legs and spread open the puffy outer lips of her pussy, exposing her dark, prominent petals. Fluids clung to them as they parted—female fluids. “I promise… we’re not dating, Marcus.”

“What’s more,” she continued, “The poor dummy drank so much that he couldn’t get that monster hard. I had to settle for a mediocre tonguing.” Her heavy eyebrows knitted together as she stared at me, her eyes, glazed over from alcohol, managed to sharpen into clear focus for a single, solitary moment. “Marcus,” she said, her tone suddenly earnest, “I’m horny…”

The speed in which I came off that couch, grabbed hold of her hips, and fed her my cock had to have set a record. In one fluid motion, I was buried inside her to the hilt. 

“Ah… fuck!” Kelly cried out with the biggest smile on her face. She turned and looked at the other ladies in the room, who all had their attention focused on us.

Erin had climbed off the couch and was slinking her way toward the floor. Her slender fingers grasped the coffee table opposite, and she slowly hauled herself up on it, her silver hair a disheveled mess. She looked like a hot version of something from a horror movie with how she moved across the floor and climbed my furniture as she eyed us. Her eyes were feral.

Helen took Erin’s place on the couch, climbing over Tara to swap tongues with Shea. As I fucked in and out of Kelly like a jackhammer, I watched as Tara couldn’t take any more and lifted herself off Shea just enough for her lips to taste Helen’s throat. She tentatively gave it a lick and then sucked on it before Helen pulled back just enough to prevent my personal trainer from doing more. Helen whispered something to her that had Tara looking almost upset. Shea leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.

And then Helen slowly turned her gaze to meet me as her hand traveled down her side… her fingers grazing over her own ribs, exploring the curve of her breast, and then disappearing between Tara’s legs. Shea grabbed Tara’s chin and tugged on it until Tara was looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Shea pressed her generous lips to the corner of Tara’s mouth, laying little kisses there and muttering against Tara’s cheek.

Suddenly, Tara’s eyes fluttered shut, her mouth opened wide, and her hips began to jerk violently in response to whatever Helen was doing to her.