Raffle Girl
Copyright© 2025 by Lorn Skye
Chapter 8: Moving In
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8: Moving In - Dr. Sam White was not lucky. He had never won a single thing in his entire life. His colleagues at work had convinced him to attend a fundraiser for some cause that he knew nothing about. And suddenly, he won. The prize was not at all what he expected! Join Sam as he journeys from confirmed bachelor to the luckiest man in the world with a bevy of beauties surrounding him. ~43000 words
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery MaleDom
I woke to the sound of laughter and the door closing. A moment later, soft lips kissed mine, and just when I was awake enough to enjoy it, those lips withdrew only to be replaced by another soft pair of lips.
I opened my eyes and looked into the hazel eyes of my Italian beauty, Olivia. When she broke the kiss, she had a wide smile and her eyes showed her joy. Looking behind her, Eve was kneeling on the floor, with a pile of clothes beside her. I could also see a couple of suitcases just inside the door, and a luggage cart loaded with boxes and bags.
“I hope it is acceptable that we let you sleep. We talked and decided to take you up on your offer,” Eve said quietly.
“We’ve already paid this month’s rent, so we have a couple of weeks to make sure this will work, and if it does, the two girls I know will assume our lease,” Olivia added.
I smiled, realizing that they were both agreeing to be mine.
In the course of less than forty-eight hours, I had gone from a lonely, solitary existence to the owner of two beautiful women. I opened my arms and soon held two women who were hugging me so hard it was difficult to breathe.
Olivia broke away just long enough to strip off her clothes and then she returned to my arms, where she took over the kissing duties from Eve who had been doing an excellent job of trying to get her tongue down my throat.
Not to be outdone, Olivia set out to prove that she was just as talented as Eve at playing tonsil hockey, while Eve slowly kissed down my body until she was between my knees and kissing my cock.
My nap had refreshed me and I was quickly hard again under Eve’s ministrations. When Olivia realized what Eve was doing, she gently disengaged from our kiss, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she kissed her way down my body.
With Eve between my legs, Olivia laid on the sofa and the two of them kissed and licked my cock, occasionally stopping to kiss each other. Sometimes it seemed they were trying to kiss each other with my cock between them.
Then Olivia took the head of my cock in her mouth, while Eve dropped lower and began to suck, and lick, and kiss my balls. They worked beautifully in tandem. Whenever Olivia would press all the way down, Eve would drop her head and lick my perineum.
Olivia proved quite adept at taking my cock into her throat. She would press the head against her throat and then swallow me. Then she would effectively fuck the head of my cock with her throat. She was drooling all over my cock, and Eve was dutifully cleaning my balls.
Then, when Olivia had me deep in her throat, Eve dropped lower and began to tongue my perineum and then even lower, my ass. I jumped a little at the unexpected contact, but then moaned as the sensations overwhelmed me. My cock began to swell and my balls tightened, then I began to cum straight into Olivia’s throat.
She gagged as I started to cum, but just pressed further down my cock when she did, capturing it all.
Eve began to gently kiss my balls, and when Olivia was sure I was fully spent, she slipped off my cock and leaned forward, kissing Eve.
I wondered if this was going to be my life. How long was it going to take these two women to drain all my bodily fluids. Or perhaps I would die from a massive heart attack from the stress of too many orgasms.
It was worth it, I decided. Watching Eve and Olivia share an intimate kiss, two beautiful women who had just given me an incredible double blowjob, I knew that we were at the beginning of something special, no matter how long it lasted.
I hated to break up their kiss, but now that all the stimulation had passed, I needed to attend to a biologic necessity. I gently stood and headed to the bathroom, while Eve and Olivia continued to make out on the couch. It seemed as though my presence had facilitated their relationship. Even if nothing much happened with me, I was happy that I was able to bring the two of them together.
By the time I was done and washed my hands, they had gotten up and were moving things into the guest bedroom down the hall. My office was in the third bedroom, but I honestly expected them both to spend the majority of their time in my room.
I decided to give them a little time to settle in, so I headed to my office. I usually liked to get a jump start on the week by working for a couple of hours on Sunday, just reviewing reports, and making sure I had everything I needed for the week ahead.
It wasn’t until I logged onto my computer that I realized how late it was. I had slept for about four hours, and it was closing in on 5 p.m. I figured that we would need to think about dinner soon and I wondered if the girls would want to go out, or would we just order something for delivery.
When I opened my email, I saw a message from my colleague who had invited me to the event that led to all this. His note said that he was very happy for me and hoped that I was pleased with my winning. He also hoped I would continue to support the novel scholarships that they were looking to provide.
I filed that information away and decided that I needed to do a little research on this organization. I was sure that word of what had transpired at the event would spread around the company, and I needed to be in a position to deal with it.
I yawned and stretched, looking at the clock and realizing that I had spent the last two hours searching for scraps of information about an organization that didn’t seem to exist, at least not officially. Part of my job was to do research on companies and organizations, learning all about their structure, ownership, and risks. And even if I did say so, I was good at my job.
But two hours had yielded minimal information. They were a 501C organization, which simply meant they were a non-profit, but they had only one contact listed, and they were a relative no one. No social media presence, no criminal record, no voting record, no property ownership, no news reports, there was in short, no evidence that this person existed.