Chapter 38: Interlude with Sally, Melody, and Gina

It was a few months later when another night off finally came along, a much-needed break from the whirlwind of my usual routine. Susan and Nina had whisked away on vacation with our six kids, staying somewhere near where Nina’s parents lived. Susan, ever the strategist, had insisted I not come along, wanting to keep things simple and avoid any complications with her parents, Nina’s pregnancy, and our plan to adopt the baby. I had to admit, she had a knack for manipulating situations to her advantage. With her inimitable charm, she could put anyone at ease, and I trusted her judgment completely.

Meanwhile, Francesca and Kim were off at some luxury resort in the Maldives, soaking up the sun and enjoying cocktails by the pool, a trip Francesca’s husband had begrudgingly paid for at her demand. As usual, I had too many important clients to join them, which meant I ended up spending the weekend solo.

The clients this week had been the usual: a lineup of European models and influencers, from fiery Arab bombshells to icy Scandinavian blondes. But even with all those gorgeous women, the routine was starting to feel strangely unsatisfying. Sure, the tx34 made every session as intense and explosive as it could get - and then some - but there was no real challenge in it. I’d start by testing my own charm, but I knew that soon enough, I’d be reaching for the drug. They’d paid handsomely for that legendary, next-level experience they’d heard whispers about, and I knew exactly what they expected.

Okay, there was one exception this week, something that broke the usual routine. What was supposed to be another standard night with a hot influencer - who went by “MiaBabe” - turned into something else entirely. She’d booked me for an overnight session, but when I arrived, it wasn’t just her waiting. She had a twin sister, a perfect match from the golden hair to those perky tits.

As I got to work, MiaBabe1 clung to me, gasping and grinding as I pumped into her, my cock slick from her wetness, while MiaBabe2 lounged nearby, watching every thrust, fingers buried deep between her legs. Her gaze was so intense it felt like she was right there, riding every orgasm that racked her twin’s body. It was a strange dynamic - almost like I was performing for MiaBabe2, with her as the true star of the show. By the time MiaBabe2 finally climaxed from watching, she practically melted, barely holding onto consciousness.

After getting her back to her senses, I pinned MiaBabe2 down, sliding deep inside her, her tight cunt squeezing around me. MiaBabe1 sat to the side now, rubbing her tits, fingers working frantically as she watched every thrust, moaning louder each time.

It slowly dawned on me: for these two, it was all about voyeurism - the thrill of watching each other got them off more than anything else I could do in bed.

Once I realized this, I did the only sensible thing: I called room service and had the pretty maid sent up. A quick dose of tx34, and she was more than willing, letting me fuck her senseless while both MiaBabes watched, eyes wide, mouths open, fingers slick as they absorbed every thrust I drove into the maid’s willing body.

Yeah, that was one for the books. You never really know how twisted people are until you’ve got your dick inside them – or in this case, in the pretty maid.

After a week like that, I could’ve easily kicked back at home and thrown on some mindless movie, but that wasn’t my style. My mind drifted to the note from Sally, Melody, and Gina, the trio of sultry bombshells who’d overheard the relentless pounding I’d given the petite Xiaomei in the toilet.

I remembered spotting them as Xiaomei and I stumbled out of the bar, her legs barely steady from the ruthless fucking I’d delivered. They were giggling at their table, their eyes locked on me, radiating pure lust. Thumbs up, smirking, their low-cut tops barely containing their heaving tits as they leaned forward. Each one was in her early twenties, oozing raw sexual energy, using their stacked, curvy bodies unashamed as the ultimate cock-tease. These randy little sluts weren’t just temptation, they were begging to be fucked.

Using the same strategy that had worked so well with Laila, I snapped a pic of their note, which read, “Please make us as happy as her,” and sent it to a chat group I’d set up for us. I added, “Still game?”

Within minutes, I was flooded with three thumbs up, a cascade of hearts, and even a close-up shot of an eager, erect nipple.

I quickly booked a luxurious penthouse suite at one of my favorite high-end hotels, shooting them the address and room number, telling them to arrive in an hour.

Their excited replies of “Oh my God!” and “I need a shower!” confirmed they were all in for the ride.

I grabbed my packed duffel bag filled with my gear, tossing in a few extra dildos and vibrators for good measure. You never know what might spark their interest. Once I was ready, I headed up to the suite, eager to set up the disguised cameras to capture the action that would unfold.

Inside the penthouse, the atmosphere was pure indulgence. Plush furnishings adorned the space, with an enormous, sprawling bed, much larger than any standard king, draped in luxurious, silky sheets and surrounded by an abundance of plush pillows, commanding attention at the center of the room. The walls were lined with deep, rich colors, and the soft glow of strategically placed lights created an intimate ambiance. I arranged everything just right, ordered a couple of bottles of champagne, and laid out four glasses along with some snacks for later. I slipped into my favorite loose pants, leaving off underwear for easy access, and settled in, anticipation buzzing through me.

The view of the city was breathtaking; the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of red and orange while the city lights began to twinkle like stars below. I took a sip of champagne, savoring the moment, and thought about the wild adventure that lay ahead. A foursome with three smoking-hot, eager bombshells – an unusually ambitious arrangement even by my standards, that promised to test the limits of my stamina.

Soon, a knock echoed through the room, and I swung open the door to three giggling girls dressed in their sexiest outfits. As they stepped inside, the intoxicating scent of alcohol washed over me. The way they wobbled on their heels made it clear they’d had more than a few drinks at the bar, probably to muster the courage for the daring adventure ahead.

Each of the stacked hotties practically fell into me, using their tipsiness as a welcome excuse to push their massive boobs against my chest. I greeted them one by one with long, lingering kisses, my hands boldly exploring their sexy asses, savoring the softness beneath my fingertips.

All three had long, wavy hair cascading over their shoulders, framing their youthful faces and giving off an irresistible schoolgirl vibe. T Their slim frames were nearly consumed by their massive tits, round and impossibly full, the kind that seemed to defy gravity. Those luscious curves, each at least a C-cup or larger, stoked an insatiable hunger in me, blood surging to my raging erection as I pictured them in my hands.

Once we finished the initial hugs and kisses, I motioned toward the balcony. Once there, I poured each of them a glass of champagne, trying to absorb their intoxicating presence. They were so touchy and tipsy, so eager and ready, that I could have easily bent them over right then and plunged deep inside. But that felt too easy, too quick. I wanted to savor the moment, to circle around my prey and build the anticipation before moving in for the kill - if only to showcase my restraint in the face of temptation. So, I stepped back, grinning, and urged them to introduce themselves properly.

Sally started, giving her name and age (twenty-one) and mentioning that she lived off her parents’ money, still undecided on what she wanted to study. Then, with a sly grin, she struck a seductive pose in her tight red dress that seemed designed to reveal more than it hid. Her hair was platinum blonde - almost certainly thanks to a skilled hairdresser - and it framed her face and shoulders in a way that made her look like a life-sized Barbie doll.

The thin straps barely managed to contain her massive tits, crisscrossing over her chest and pushing them up to reveal both an obscene amount of cleavage and a tempting sliver of underboob. The fabric clung to her flat, toned belly and stopped just above the firm, round curves of her ass - barely covering anything if she bent over. And sure enough, as she leaned forward with her legs stretched, the dress slid up, exposing the smallest excuse for a thong, with her pussy lips peeking out from the sides.

I whistled, reaching out to give her tight little bubble butt a pat, feeling the rock-hard firmness under my hand. She must’ve worked hard to keep herself in such shape.

“Horse riding,” she chirped with a wicked smile, catching my approving look. “Keeps the ass tight and toned,” she added, running her fingers teasingly over the my semi-erect dick pressing against my pants. “I love riding,” she finished, her lips curling into a sultry grin that left nothing to the imagination.

Melody was next, stepping forward with a wicked grin. Barely twenty, she was a trust-fund wild child, drifting through life on her parents’ money without a single care. Her thick, jet-black hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, and her lightly bronzed skin hinted unmistakably at her Middle Eastern roots. Her long, slender eyebrows were meticulously sculpted to add an air of exotic seduction, framing a gaze that felt both inviting and dangerous.

While all three had long, slender legs, Melody’s were especially delicate-looking, almost fragile. She clearly toyed with that skinny street-whore or drug-addict look by wrapping them tightly in fishnet stockings that stopped just below her hemline, exposing a garter belt underneath. Her high, glossy leather boots added to that deliciously slutty image.

Her glittery dress clung to her body, with the fabric around her huge tits turning sheer as it stretched, leaving her ample cleavage and large, dark nipples visibly pressing against the flimsy layer. Each rock-hard nipple tented the fabric, provocative and tempting, obscene enough to get her in prison in less liberal places.

She stepped up, ready to give us a show, sliding her hands over the slick material of her black glitter dress as she struck one seductive pose after another. Following Sally’s example, she bent over, stretching out her legs, and revealing her barely-there lace panties, damp and clinging to her lips like a second skin. I sucked in a breath, unable to look away from that glistening temptation she was waving in my face. She wiggled her ass in my direction, giving me a full, mouthwatering view, before slapping her own cheek with a loud smack, making sure I noticed just how firm it was.

“We all love riding, horses ... and other things,” she purred, letting her eyes drift down to my obvious arousal, challenging me to make my move.

Gina was the last to step forward, her thick, fiery red curls cascading over her bare shoulders like a river of flames. With her pale, porcelain skin and the sprinkle of freckles across her chest and cheeks, she looked like the embodiment of a wicked temptation straight out of Ireland.

She wore a tight, snow-white top that hugged every curve like a second skin. Like Melody, she’d ‘forgotten’ a bra, which only made her obscenely large hooters even more provocative. Her top was just opaque enough to hide her areola, but the way her nipples poked against the fabric left nothing to the imagination. Free of any constraints, those two juicy melons wiggled enticingly with her every sway.

The twenty-year old was not only the most decked-out but also the most tipsy of the bunch, steadying herself on the balcony rail as she posed. Whether it was the alcohol or pure thrill, her poses grew increasingly brazen. She lifted one leg high onto the table, her panties on full display, and then slid them aside, giving us an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.

And she didn’t stop there. With a devilish grin, she slipped a finger into her slick cunt, sliding it in and out a few times before bringing it to her lips to suck it clean. The way she drew that finger into her mouth, slow and seductive, like a practiced blow-job, made my dick throb in anticipation.

“Mmm,” she purred, flashing a wicked smile, “I like to ride ... and suck too.”

With that, Gina wasted no time, her gaze dropping to the bulge straining against my pants. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with each step, and knelt down right in front of me. Her hands reached out, nimble fingers tracing over the fabric before she hooked her thumbs in my waistband and slid it down, releasing my cock. She wrapped those soft, freckled fingers around the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze as she looked up, her green eyes gleaming with mischief.

She ran her tongue along the length, slow and torturous, before wrapping her full, wet lips around the tip. Her head bobbed forward, taking me deeper as she let out a hum, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through me. Gina knew exactly what she was doing, her mouth working up and down with skill, each stroke taking me closer to the edge. She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue over the head, then plunged forward again, her fiery curls brushing against my thighs as she worked her magic, her gaze never leaving mine.

As Gina expertly gave me head, I caught a glimpse of Melody and Sally seizing the moment. They quickly shed their clothes, revealing a stunning display of youthful, firm tits bouncing freely against the dazzling backdrop of the City of London. The sight was utterly intoxicating. It was thrilling to be outside on the balcony, surrounded by these sexy, rich cuties while Gina worked her magic on my cock, her hot mouth gliding over me, all while my eyes feasted on Melody and Sally’s magnificent melons swaying enticingly.

I beckoned them closer, a desperate need surging through me to indulge in the full extent of their bodies. I reached out, my fingers sinking into the softness of their breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh as I leaned down to suck and kiss each one in turn. Their skin tasted sweet, like honey, and I couldn’t resist the urge to swirl my tongue around their hard nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through them.

My hands roamed over their smooth, flawless bodies, tracing the curves of their hips and down to their perfectly trimmed pussies, my fingers teasing their aroused clits as I explored every inch of their soft skin. Their moans filled the air, harmonizing with Gina’s rhythmic sucking, and the sound drove me wild with desire.

Meanwhile Gina’s hands tightened around the base, pumping in rhythm with each deep, wet slide of her mouth. She turned up the heat, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in, creating a tight, irresistible suction that sent a surge of pleasure straight through me. Gina kept her pace, her lips gliding smoothly along my shaft, the tension building as she hollowed out her cheeks, making sure I felt every movement. Her mouth was relentless, sliding down to take me even deeper with each stroke, pulling back to flick her tongue over the tip before plunging forward again, each motion perfectly calculated to push me right to the edge.

Just as I thought I was getting close, she pushed down hard, her lips sealing around me as she gagged but somehow maintained that delicious pressure. I felt her throat constrict around my head, a tight, intoxicating grip that sent shockwaves of ecstasy through me. This chick really knew her trade, I thought - deep-throat like that without the numbing effect of tx34 was impressive.

Gina struggled for a moment, her eyes watering and her face flushing as she fought to keep me buried deep inside her. I could see the panic flicker across her features as her breath came in shallow gasps, her body instinctively twitching in response to the lack of oxygen. She backed off just long enough to take a deep breath, forcing herself to swallow and keep going, her throat tightening around me even more as I slid deeper down her esophagus.

Sally leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she teased, “Don’t waste that load in her mouth - save it to fill me up,” her voice dripping with lust. Meanwhile, Melody ground her slick pussy against my thigh, the heat radiating from her arousal palpable as she moaned, “Bet you can’t handle how tight my ass is.” The air crackled with raw, animalistic desire around us as they pressed their bodies against me, making it clear they were ready for more than just a taste, while Gina slurped and gagged on my shaft.

The heat became so high, I was unable to hold back any longer, as I grabbed Sally’s head roughly, pushing myself in deeper. Gina struggled to pull away, her eyes wide with panic. But I was lost in ecstasy, gripping her tightly and holding her in place. I could feel my butt spasming uncontrollably, the sheer sensation overwhelming as she gagged and fought against my hold, desperately attempting to breathe.

Her frantic struggles only heightened my pleasure, the sound of her gagging mingling with my groans, creating a raw symphony of desire that pushed me further to the brink. I gripped her hair tighter, refusing to let go, reveling in the bliss of that moment, completely consumed by the ecstasy we shared. Eventually, Gina’s struggles became weaker. Just before she passed out from lack of oxygen, I had a moment of clarity and slid out, allowing her to gasp for air, her chest heaving as she tried to fill her lungs, desperate for the breath she almost lost.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Gina, who had been working her mouth so diligently on my cock. I scooped her up, capturing her lips with mine in a heated kiss, only breaking away long enough to strip her top off and toss it aside. The taste of my precum lingered on her tongue, igniting a deeper hunger within me. I pulled them all in close, kissing and hugging each one, their youthful, firm bodies pressing against me like a sensual wave. They pressed their young, firm bodies against me, rubbing their smooth pussies against my hips and legs, their large, full jugs squeezing against my chest and arms. The sensation of those perky melons against my skin drove me wild, their stiff nipples brushing against me every time they shifted.

I could have lost myself in this bliss for hours, but the way they desperately ground their aroused clits against me made it clear they needed release. I maneuvered them to the balcony railing, positioning their firm asses toward me, legs spread wide. The sight before me was better than any scene I had seen on porn websites, with three glistening, eager pussies framed by long, slender legs and tight, round asses - each one a breathtaking work of art, begging to be fucked hard.

Sally’s pussy was inviting, her lips silky and soft, with a narrow pink slit at its center that seemed almost bashful in how it glistened. She was clean-shaven, every inch on display, her clit peeking out just enough to plead for attention, already growing slick in anticipation. Her skin, perfectly smooth and flawless, framed by creamy thighs, gave her the pristine, untouched look of a virgin schoolgirl.

The contrast to the dark-skinned beauty Melody was stunning. Her slit was a deep, rich chocolate, with slightly protruding inner lips that framed the slick, dark-red flesh leading to her inner core. She kept a thin, perfectly trimmed line of sleek black hair above, adding a bold edge that matched her daring, slender frame. Most contrasting to Sally’s virginal innocence was the way Melody accentuated her skinny legs and thin, almost bony ass. The fishnet stockings were still strapped on to the seductive lace garter belt, giving her a distinctly not-so-innocent, provocative look of a cheap prostitute. It was breathtaking how the slutty black lingerie framed her pussy, which was nestled in the obscenely wide gap between her skinny legs, almost as wide as her legs were thick.

Framed by Sally and Melody, there was Gina, bent over in the center. The fiery redhead captivated me with her pale, almost translucent skin that made her freckles stand out. A soft dusting of red curls adorned her mound, left in a natural strip, and her labia was full and blushed, a juicy center that practically glistened with eagerness. Her thighs pressed together in a way that hinted at innocence, but the raw wetness between her legs told another story, her body inviting, pleading, to be filled.

I could feel the heat radiating from her slick opening, and I couldn’t hold back any longer as I pushed my boner inside, feeling her warmth envelop me completely. I slid effortlessly into her wet passage until the base of my cock pressed against her firm ass cheeks, steeled from regular horse riding. I paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of her tightness wrapping around me, before I began to fuck her slowly, relishing every inch as I felt her body adjust to my intrusion. Then I rammed her hard against the railing, eliciting loud gasps from her wide-open mouth every time I pushed forward.

I lost myself in the pounding rhythm, each thrust against her rock-hard ass sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hands instinctively found their way to Sally and Melody’s slick pussies on either side, desperate to share the pleasure. I pushed two fingers into each of their wet holes, feeling them quiver around me. Their moans rose in harmony with Gina’s gasps, creating a symphony of pleasure that drove me deeper into my primal desire.

I felt an added thrill as they were pushed forward, their ample tits swaying freely above the street below. My gaze landed on a commuter who had stopped to gawk. He was a balding, overweight man in a rumpled button-up shirt and slacks, and the unmistakable bulge in his pants revealed just how much the sight of three voluptuous beauties moaning over the balcony railing high above him excited him.

He ground himself through his pants, clearly entranced by the display, desperately trying to hide his mounting arousal from the other passersby. Moments later, I saw his climax hit him hard, his body convulsing with pleasure. He leaned against a lamppost for support until he regained his composure before quickly shuffling away, clearly embarrassed over his public release.

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for this pathetic loser who blew his load in less than two minutes. If he had a wife, she was probably the one who deserved pity the most. Guys like him, with such weak stamina, were exactly why women kept flocking to me for a real, hard pounding.

Just as the balding wimp turned around the next corner, Gina erupted with a loud, primal scream that had people down the street turning their heads. Her body convulsed with pleasure, and I mercilessly continued to drill into her, driving deep until she went completely limp, her frame trembling from the intensity. To ensure she didn’t fall, I stepped back and rearranged the girls so that Melody was now in the middle, ready for her turn in this wild semi-public orgy.

I plunged into Melody with fervor, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body while my fingers danced over the slick folds of Sally and Gina. Her passage was as tight as her skinny body promised, grabbing me tight. Melody’s moans mingled with the sounds of the city below, an erotic symphony that fueled my desire. As I pounded into her, smashing hard into her bony ass, I couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out and grasp one of her wonderfully full and perky tits, which hung tantalizingly over the railing. The sight of those jugs jiggling enticingly with each of my powerful thrusts was mesmerizing, a performance that surely captivated the audience below.

The moment Melody reached her climax, a loud, primal scream escaped her lips, echoing down the street and drawing the attention of passersby. I felt her body tighten around me as she surrendered to her pleasure, and I pushed deeper, determined to make her ride last as long as possible. It was intoxicating, the way her petite, skinny body convulsed and shuddered beneath me, completely lost in ecstasy.

With Melody still reeling from her orgasm, I turned my attention to the blond bombshell Sally. She was so overwhelmed with arousal from my fingers teasing her that it didn’t take long for her to join the chorus of moans. As I slid into her smooth, wet channel, I felt her body instantly respond, the warmth enveloping me as I thrust harder. Though her tightness didn’t quite match Melody’s intensity, she compensated with an impressive display as my thick, textured cock thrust in and out of her slick youthful cunt with its virginal appeal. Without much delay, she spiraled into a climax, her cries of pleasure mixing with the sound of the cars honking below.

I was lost in the rhythm, a wild dance of lust and desire, hammering away at their bodies while my fingers worked in tandem, bringing each girl to her peak again and again. Gina, still riding the waves of her earlier pleasure, quickly got caught up in the frenzy. She was a fiery redhead, and true to the stereotypes, she erupted with ease, each climax crashing over her like waves. As I pounded into her, I noticed more and more passersby stopping to watch, my girls oblivious to the excitement they generated. A few had their phones out, recording the spectacle. I kept my face hidden while the stunning images of my three gorgeous girls would undoubtedly circulate online, turning their intimate moments into public entertainment.

With every scream and gasp, the energy crackled around us, a wild rhythm of lust that promised this would be a night they’d never forget. I brought the tantalizing show for the captivated crowd to a close, their eyes glued to the debauchery, before pulling everyone back inside to the luxurious extra-large canopy bed - the main reason I frequented this suite.

As I dove into the sea of soft skin and eager bodies, I relished in their youthful, sculpted forms, squeezing their perfectly rounded breasts and grabbing their firm, athletic bubble butts. My throbbing cock was engulfed by warm, willing mouths, while soft lips trailed fiery kisses across my body, igniting every nerve with their touch.

When everyone was buzzing with desire again, I slid Melody beneath me. Her skinny legs wrapped around my waist, a delicate, fragile frame that only heightened my hunger. I savored the sight of her petite body, her soft skin stretched taut over her slender curves. As I thrust into her, I could feel the way her tightness enveloped my dick, squeezing around me like a warm vice, her soft walls clenching in response to every powerful stroke.

The intensity built as I drove deeper, her breath hitching with every thrust. I could see the glimmer of excitement in her eyes, the way her petite frame trembled beneath my force. When I felt her body start to quake, I knew she was teetering on the edge, ready to explode.

Then, with a final powerful thrust, she erupted into a symphony of ecstatic moans, her body convulsing beneath me, ensuring that even the guests in the neighboring rooms were acutely aware of the wild pleasures unfolding within.

Gina and Sally put on quite a show, squeezing and lifting their tits, each motion sending their soft, full curves bouncing as they ran their hands over themselves. Their fingers worked my vibrating dildos in and out of their dripping pussies, each thrust met with moans that grew louder and needier. Sally’s cheeks flushed as she shuddered through a small orgasm, her body trembling as her hands kept up their rhythm. Gina, with her fiery red hair clinging to her damp skin, was even more easily turned on. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths until, unable to stay upright any longer, she threw herself onto the sheets, her entire body caught in a series of wild, uncontrollable spasms, one after another.

When Melody’s movements became so incoherent that I could tell she’d soon pass out, I slid free and turned to Sally, her eyes wide with anticipation. I plunged into her tight, slick heat, each thrust making her arch and gasp, her fingers gripping the sheets. Once she had been taken to her peak, I finally moved on to sex-bomb Gina, my redheaded firecracker, whose body was already quivering with eagerness. She met each powerful stroke with equal intensity, her body answering every thrust with deep, pulsing spasms until she was left shaking in bliss beneath me.

Sally and Melody lay sprawled out on the bed next to us, lazily roaming over their breasts, their eyes locked onto us with intense interest. Each of Gina’s climaxes seemed to ripple through them too, sparking small tremors of pleasure as they watched her ride wave after wave of ecstasy. They toyed with themselves, sighing softly as Gina was driven into a state of continuous orgasm that seemed to last for nearly fifteen minutes, each of my thrusts drawing a fresh spasm of lust in her legs.

Gina’s body responded to every thrust with a raw, desperate need, her slick walls clenching around me, her gasps turning to whimpers. It was a feeling like no other, reaching that point where a woman’s body is so utterly primed, so helplessly aroused, that she’s triggered into orgasm with every move, her muscles tightening around me in a way that left me breathless. I could feel her trembling, teetering on that edge where just the slightest brush against her clit would send her spiraling over again, each release stronger than the last.