Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 141

Recovering From The Chaos Of The Party..

Saturday, September 14th, 10:23 am

Pain.

As consciousness dripped into my brain like a leaky faucet, pain was all that existed.

My shoulders hurt. My back felt like someone had taken a roller pin to it.

I’d never felt my eyeballs as a singular unit, but I fucking felt them now—throbbing like they suddenly had their own pulse.

And Jesus Christ, my abs… they were literally screaming at me.

I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.

It didn’t occur to me to check the time when all of us finally crashed, but I remember seeing that faint pink across the skyline of New York from my bedroom window as I was fucking Charity doggystyle on my massive bed. We’d gone non-stop since the moment I emerged from that closet with Charity in my arms.

My nose itched, and without opening my eyes, I scratched it, thankful to be able to provide myself with some modicum of relief. Moving just that much hurt, though.

As I dropped my hand, it landed on something soft… and that’s when I finally noticed that someone was lying on top of me. Several someones, in fact.

Curious, I decided to undergo the monumental task of opening my eyes, which I hated. My eyeballs protested as I blinked, trying to make my surroundings come into focus. As they did, I saw a tangle of dark brown hair lying under my hand; the head it belonged to shifted slightly on my abdomen, and a faint groan came from… I think it was Shea.

She wasn’t the only one in my bed… or the only one on top of me. Lying unconscious to my right, her face less than a foot from mine, was Rose. Her long hair draped messily over her chin and mouth so that some of it fluttered with each breath.

She slept so peacefully, that innocent face hiding the devil that lurked within. Her Nubian nose had an upturned, button-like appearance that—combined with her full lips—gave her a cute, doll-like quality. Her arm was sprawled across my chest, and I could feel her leg lying across both Shea and me.

Curled up against my left was Charity, drooling a little on my chest. Rose’s hand rested on me just under her chin, and Charity had placed one of her hands on the dancer’s wrist. My head of PR was clinging to my side like a koala as she snoozed, which made me feel suddenly protective of her for some reason.

On the other side of Charity lay Helen—the big spoon to Charity’s little one. Her arm was outstretched, and I suddenly realized that I was resting my head on her palm. Her other arm was wrapped around Charity’s waist, the hand cupping a breast. Helen’s eyes were the only ones open, and as I looked at her, she gave me a small, contented smile and mouthed, ‘Good morning.’ Her thumb affectionately stroked along my cheek.

We were all very naked.

I closed my eyes, nuzzled into Helen’s hand, and began piecing together the events from last night—the teasing of Tara, the cum-swapping double blowjob from Shea and Charity, fucking Kelly…

From there, it had all devolved into even more debauched chaos. I’d already climaxed at least four times, but aside from Charity, the rest of my girls had only climaxed once a piece… or not at all.

After fucking Kelly, Charity ended up on the coffee table, with Erin on her face while I fucked her again. Then I fucked Erin’s pussy while Helen produced a strap-on. She ended up with Shea in her arms, fucking the masseuse in a standing position— relatively easy, considering how petite the flight attendant was.

Helen then ended up fucking Kelly while I fucked her. Then Helen and I spitroasted Erin, with Helen taking my tiny assistant’s ass. She wanted us to double penetrate her at the same time, and Erin had been willing to give it a try, but I wasn’t interested in trying with Helen’s larger strap-on, and she didn’t have a smaller attachment.

So, raincheck.

Instead, we ended up dominating Jess between the two of us. We started with her on a couch, on her back, with Helen fucking her cunt while I had my cock in her throat. Jessica’s reluctance was still present despite her getting more turned on with each passing hour. Her walls toward being intimate with the other women were dissolving, and the rest of the girls and I spent the next hour making her the center of attention.

I fucked her, Helen took another turn, Rose, Erin… most of us fucked her while others continued to stimulate her tits, kiss her, finger her, and anything else we could think of. By the time we’d finished, she was a barely coherent mess. Kelly ended up passing out as well, cuddled up with Jess, and the rest of us decided to go somewhere more comfortable, where we kept the party going until strands of purple began to creep along the night sky.

The last thing I remembered was curling up with Shea and falling asleep while watching Charity eat out Rose, my cock had finally deflated, sore and abused… and content.

To think I’d only been in Norway until a few days ago, cold and scared for my life. Oh, how easily things could change.

I sighed as I reminisced, and then realized I was missing someone. Erin had come to bed with us, but as I lifted my head and looked around, she wasn’t among the others. Instead, I caught sight of her in an overstuffed chair across the room, scrolling through her phone and making some notes on a tablet sitting on a table next to her. She was dressed in one of my shirts, with one foot resting on the cushion so that she was hugging that knee. It showed off the curve of her ass, covered in black French cut panties. A pair of glasses was perched on the end of her nose, and as I watched her, she pressed a dainty finger to the eyewear’s bridge and pushed it up.

A pot of coffee was sitting on another table nearby, with several empty mugs. And she had one sitting next to her tablet, steam wafting from it.

I slowly began to sit up, and a groan of protest came from Rose as I carefully extracted my arm from under her. One eye slid open just enough to peek at me, and when I gave her a smile, she reciprocated it with a curl of her lip in a silent snarl before turning to bite my arm playfully. Then, promptly closed her eyes and went catatonic again.

Charity didn’t stir at all as I shifted. Shea barely seemed coherent as she peered around through her mess of dark brown hair, and then immediately began crawling up the hole I’d made between the girls as I sat up. She promptly buried herself in Rose’s arms and also went back to sleep.

I climbed over Charity and paused, straddling her and Helen, and my beautiful blonde lawyer rolled over on her back as I hovered over her. She reached up and stroked my cheek, and I leaned down to capture her lips in mine. Her morning breath was strong… and very real. I loved it and wanted more. I lapped at her lips with my tongue, and they parted, allowing me to dip between them to taste her even more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her as we kissed, humming against my mouth.

I indulged in her lips for another few moments before breaking the kiss to explore her cheeks, her ear, and then down her neck.

A contented smile graced her lips. “Mmhhm… you’re going to start something.”

“Shhh,” I murmured into her neck. “Sleep.” I reached up and kissed her ear again and whispered, “I’ll deal with you later.”

With her arms still around me, she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her electric blue eyes rimmed with red… hungover and still tired. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but none of us had gotten enough sleep.

“Is that a promise?” She asked.

“Of course,” I said, and kissed her once more before extracting myself from her embrace. She didn’t protest. Instead, she simply rolled over on her side, wrapped both her arms around Charity, and pulled her close. I grabbed the edge of the large comforter and tossed it over all four of my girls before slipping out of bed and grabbing a robe that I was pretty sure Erin had laid out for me.