The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 28: Remember to Hydrate
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28: Remember to Hydrate - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
As Jessica approached, her eyes were meant for me—stormy gray and full of hope even though I hadn’t been the one who had called for her.
Somehow, despite having two beautiful Pacific women sharing my seed after blowing me to completion, Jess seemed under the impression that I harbored some kind of special place for her in my heart.
Or perhaps she was just feeling left out and was starting to wish that I would just include her in my fun. The thought of her wanting to participate in something like this just to secure a place in my harem was kind of hot, I had to admit. The idea that it would lead into her actually enjoying the slippery path to depravity only made it more sexy and interesting to keep her around.
Whatever the reason she seemed so intent on me while ignoring the others, she was prevented from reaching me when Rose put a hand on her waist and brought her to a jarring halt. Rose turned my ex to face her so their breasts nearly brushed each other. Jess immediately looked at me in alarm.
I didn’t make a move to intervene.
Jessica wasn’t into women the way Erin, Helen, Rose, or most of the others in my orbit were. Her tastes aligned more with Bobbi’s—not enthusiastic about intimacy with the fairer sex but open if it allowed them to stay.
A very small part of me was immensely turned on by seeing Rose take my ex-girlfriend in hand, enjoying her regardless of how Jessica felt about it. Was I glad I was no longer dating Jessica? No doubt. Had I forgiven her? Yes.
Did a dark part of me enjoy making my old flame squirm as her sensibilities wrestled with desires?
Fuck yes it did.
The wet sounds of kissing drew my attention and I looked down just as Shea and Charity parted from their lip-lock.
“Enjoy tonight, sweetie,” the masseuse whispered to the younger woman. “I can’t wait for more like this with you.”
“That better be a promise,” Charity replied, looking like Shea had literally taken her breath away.
Shea cut her eyes toward me, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving it a light squeeze that made it throb violently. A little bit of leftover cum blossomed across the tip and began to slowly spread.
“Save some for me,” she said, giving me a heated look as her soft palm slid down my pole, giving it one more quick squeeze before letting go.
She retreated before I had a chance to say anything, following Erin toward Helen and leaving me alone with Charity, Rose, and Jessica.
“Where did you find her?” Charity asked, her wide eyes watching the little flight attendant’s hips sway as she retreated. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, unconsciously scooping up a few stray strands of my juices.
“I don’t find them,” I said, admiring Shea’s body alongside Charity. Then I looked back at her and was rewarded with a heart-stopping view of those large eyes fixed on me. They had a kind of vulnerable, submissive quality to them that made Charity simply irresistible. “Erin does. You’re the exception.”
“Thank god for a bullet in the gut,” Charity said, her dark liquid eyes threatening to swallow me whole as she wrapped her dainty hand back around my cock.
I grinned. “One hell of a silver lining.”
“Mmhm,” Charity said, dropping her head to take my cock in her mouth, her tongue already lapping at the tip, scooping up my seed just before sliding her thick lips down my pole.
My head dropped against the back of the couch, as I rested my hand on top of Charity, my fingers playing with one of her pigtails. I turned my attention back to Rose and Jessica.
Rose slid her long, dark fingers along either side of Jessica’s neck, her fingertips playing across Jess’s flawless ivory skin as she brought their faces so close together that their noses brushed. Jessica started to look away, but the dancer kept her head in place, facing her.
“I was eyeing those tits of yours in the hot tub that night,” Rose said just loud enough for me to hear. One of her hands dropped to cup Jessica’s heavy tit, and I watched as she squeezed pale flesh through the fabric to the point where it looked like it might pop out of the window of the maid dress. “You don’t know how bad I wanted a taste.”
Rose’s other hand dropped to Jessica’s shirt collar—the only thing keeping the outfit from looking even slightly family-friendly. She deftly popped the button loose, sending the fabric falling away as Jess’s braless tits spilled free. Her pale areolae could barely be distinguished from the rest of her breasts; her nipples, colored the palest pink, were tiny, sensitive nubs that were already pointed and hard.
The dancer hummed in pleasure and immediately dipped down to capture one of Jessica’s nipples between her teeth. My ex-girlfriend hissed, her hands reaching up to press gently against Rose’s shoulders ... she cast her gaze at me as if looking for me to save her, and my cock throbbed in Charity’s mouth as our eyes met.
Rose popped the nipple out of her mouth and squeezed Jessica’s tit firmly as she grinned up at the redhead. “Sensitive?”
“They’ve always been sensitive,” I said.
Rose turned her attention to me, then grinned down at Charity. “Good girl ... making sure he’s ready for me.”
Charity removed my cock from her mouth and turned to look over her shoulder at Rose. “After what you did for me? It’s the least I can do. Besides...” She turned back to my cock, grinning up at me, “It’s a fun cock to suck. Not too small. Not too big.”
“Just right,” Rose purred, looking back up at Jess. “It’s a little bigger than average, hm? I bet if fits you perfectly.” She punctuated her words with a quick peck on Jessica’s lips, released the maid, and shuffled her way closer to me.
“Can I have a turn now?”
Charity slid away from me, making room for the dancer, who threw one long, slender leg over my thighs and dropped into my lap. Her small, tight ass slid against my crotch, and nestled against the base of my cock while it rested against the dark petals of her pussy. I could feel her warm arousal coating the length of my member as she settled back against me. Rose raised an arm and wrapped it around the back of my head as she turned to look up at me, heat in her dark eyes.
“Fucking wreck me, Marcus,” she whispered and then crushed her lips against mine. We shared a long kiss as her hand snuck between her legs, her fingers sliding up and down my pole as she rocked her hips back and forth, more of her arousal mingling with Charity’s and Shea’s saliva.
We parted, and then Charity’s lips were immediately on mine as she clung to both of us. Her tongue invaded my mouth as the kiss deepened. I felt Rose bend forward, but Charity took up most of my field of vision as we made out. The moment her lips left mine, Rose intercepted her, giving me a front-row seat to a heated, sapphic display of tongues and lips that threatened to make me immediately blow another load.
Peering over Rose and Charity I was able to see that Rose had leaned forward to grab Jessica’s skirt and had it bunched in one hand so that it rode up her thighs. Almost all of my ex’s thighs and crotch were exposed as Rose held onto it like a leash. Jess now stood between my legs.
As Charity and Rose continued to make out, their tongues passing back and forth between each other, Rose released Jessica’s dress and grasped the front of Jess’s open shirt, pulling her down. The two girls parted, providing Rose with an opening to grab a chunk of Jessica’s bottle-red hair and force her head toward me.
“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.
Considering how Rose had treated Jessica all night, Jess shot Rose a confused look as shew as ordered to do something she wanted more than anything. Rose grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look back at me, placing another hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushing her so close that our lips almost met.
“Kiss him,” Rose urged Jessica. “I wanna see that you can actually kiss, because I haven’t seen any—”
Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.
Nostalgia hit me like a truck—the subtle scent of her soap I’d smelled for months ... her distinct taste ... the familiar feel of her small mouth and soft lips on mine. I remembered the way she liked me to initiate a French kiss, never seeking my tongue out, but aggressively wrestling with me once I invaded her mouth. Jessica liked to try pinning my tongue against the roof of her mouth, and this time was no different.
I cared about some of these women a lot more than Jessica, but still, regardless of what I said or thought ... my ex-girlfriend had a small piece of me that these other women would never have—a snapshot of my love, loyalty, and life before I had the wealth. I didn’t have much then, but what I did have, I wanted to share with her.
Now, as we kissed, I could feel that part of us. It was a fossil—dead, but preserved for eternity and ever-present. The way it would always be.
The way Jess was kissing me ... it was like she was trying to breathe life back into that long-gone entity.
And even though I matched her enthusiasm and passion in the kiss, the physicality was all that remained. I desired her.
Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.
That was it.
And as her lips drifted from mine, slipping free from the tip of my tongue, her eyes opened, and I saw the longing I’d felt in the kiss turn into the same fleeting realization that I’d witnessed a few times already.
What we had wasn’t coming back. Whatever existed now was the new normal.
“Fuck,” Rose breathed. “I knew you could kiss.”
Rose fell back against me and reached up to place a hand on Jessica’s face. My ex-girlfriend started to shy away from it, but Rose was persistent. Her hand pressed against Jess’s cheek. Her thumb brushed over the maid’s startlingly cherry red lips. It lingered there despite Jess making no move to kiss it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charity kneeling next to us, her hand between her legs as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.
Rose pressed her thumb more firmly against Jessica’s lips, and after token resistance, my ex loosened them and let the dancer invade her. The vixen on my lap reached between her legs with her free hand and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock, lifting her hips off my lap so she could nestle the head of my member at the entrance of her pussy.
Working her thumb in and out of Jessica’s mouth as if it were a small cock, Rose mirrored the action with her hips. She lowered herself, slowly feeding my length into her hungry snatch.
“Nnngg,” Rose moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and head rolling back as she bit her lip.
The sight of Jessica taking Rose’s finger, slowly becoming more compliant with each passing moment, was a perfect companion to the feeling of being in Rose’s tight pussy and turned me on to no end. Not that I needed it. The visuals were nice, but the dancer had such a slender build that she was naturally tight. If she hadn’t been so wet, she might have even been a little uncomfortable.
I sank back into the couch cushions and enjoyed Rose’s low-key domination of my ex-girlfriend, taking a moment to appreciate the small woman next to us, openly masturbating while watching Rose and me fuck. I wrapped my hands around the dancer’s tiny waist and began to really get into it, thrusting my hips up to meet her steady rhythm.
Everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying themselves. Helen and Erin were still making out and exploring each other’s bodies ... it looked like my lawyer was currently feasting on Erin’s miraculous tits.
Meanwhile, Shea had found a new partner. Kelly, the American-Indian woman with whom I’d had a quickie the morning after my first party, was currently making out with my masseuse. The noise we’d been making must have awakened her from her drunken slumber alongside Dillon, and I wondered if she’d left my best friend still naked and passed out on that couch. I made a mental note to let him know that he had missed out on some serious action after passing out, which was why I had bowed out of the drinking game so early. Alcohol is nice and all ... but it couldn’t hold a candle next to intense sex with a bevvy of bisexual nymphomaniacs.
And then there was Tara, who simply sat and remained untouched, watching Erin writhe in Helen’s lap while the older blonde’s lips seemed to devour every inch of her. I’d caught her staring at my assistant enough times to know how bad she wanted Erin. As I fucked Rose, I split my attention between watching the dancer play with Jessica and wondering just how many times Tara had gotten off while imagining what it would be like to bed the little silver-haired nymph.
Fuck ... what would it be like to take both of them to bed? The mere thought made my balls lurch, and I leaned forward to press my lips to Rose’s back. Her skin was like satin under my touch, and as I kissed up her spine, I heard her murmur in pleasure.
I trailed my lips to the left and peered around Rose’s side to see the dancer with her slender fingers woven through Jessica’s red hair. She gripped it tight, her full lips locked onto Jessica’s in a deep make-out session. However, Jessica wasn’t merely allowing Rose to kiss her—she was finally returning Rose’s kisses, giving as good as she got. Their mouths were opened wide, tongues lashing at each other. Jessica latched onto Rose’s bottom lip and tugged. Rose retaliated, lunging at those cherry-red lips, teeth snapping.
Both of Rose’s hands were latched onto Jessica’s breasts, her fingertips digging into the mounds of flesh. She ground her palms against Jessica’s sensitive nipples, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. Jess’s hands were on top of Rose’s, gripping them—but it didn’t look like she was trying to pull them loose. It looked more like Jess was simply holding onto Rose as if she were some kind of life preserver for a drowning woman. An air of reluctance still hung about her—in the way her shoulders tensed, in her stance that still portrayed at least a modicum of discomfort.
But Rose was wearing her down.
I’d already cum several times, so I was enjoying the extra stamina as I fucked one of the tightest cunts I’d ever had the pleasure of entering. I leaned back into the couch cushions again, sliding my hands up Rose’s tiny waist, enjoying the slight flare as my fingertips trailed up her rib cage. My hands slid around front, cupping her petite breasts. Her small, Hershey’s-kiss nipples were like pebbles piercing my palms as I hugged her to me, pulling her back against my chest.
She didn’t fight me. Instead, she dragged Jessica with her, and my ex half-stumbled onto the couch, raising a hand to brace herself on the back so her full weight wouldn’t fall on top of the woman she was still kissing.
Now, I could see them clearly, inches from my face. Their kissing was noisy—messy smacks and sucking, tongues lashing and licking. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of Rose’s cheek, tasting salt from all the physical labor she’d undergone throughout the evening.
Rose rolled her head back, breaking the kiss with Jess. Jess refused to let go, her teeth latched onto Rose’s bottom lip as she tugged at it.
“Fuck, yes!” Rose groaned loudly, pressing her cheek against the side of my face, dropping her hands onto my thighs so she could brace herself and ride me harder ... faster.
She turned her head, finally breaking free from Jessica’s hold on her lip, and sought my mouth hungrily. Jessica followed, and the three of us shared a three-way kiss that I got lost in. I couldn’t track whose tongue was whose. I couldn’t keep up with whose lips were on mine, whose hands were where. We shared each other’s breath, and our scents mingled so thoroughly they became something entirely new.
I finally broke free, needing to breathe, and caught sight of Charity. She had dropped back on the couch so that her head rested on the armrest on the opposite end. Her heels were planted into the cushion just beneath her ass. Her knees were thrust in the air, spread wide, displaying her smooth, glistening pussy.
I expected to see her own hand still between her legs, but instead, a different hand was there. Crimson nails ran up and down her slick slit, the middle and ring fingers dipping inside to the second knuckle before retracting to play with Charity’s sensitive clit. My gaze traveled up her body, noting her slightly concave belly as she lay stretched out on the cushions. Charity’s face was half-covered by a sheet of thick, coal-black hair.
Kelly was now kneeling on the ground next to the couch, hunched over the young woman as they fiercely made out. Charity’s hand slid up the back of Kelly’s head, keeping her locked in the kiss.
One of Kelly’s legs slid onto the couch, then the other followed as she stretched out beside Charity. The kiss didn’t break, and the pleasure between the younger woman’s legs didn’t cease as Kelly settled in beside her. The two of them were completely lost in lesbian pleasures.
I glanced back over to where I’d last seen her and Shea kissing, wondering where my masseuse had gotten off to. I was rewarded with a beautiful sight—Shea peeling off Tara’s bikini top as the two of them watched Erin hard at work pleasuring Helen.
My assistant had crawled off the couch and was now settled between Helen’s legs. Her silver head bobbed up and down as she set to work pleasuring my gorgeous blonde. Helen had sunk deep into the couch cushions, her arms gripping the backrest. Her limbs were stretched out, muscles taut as she surrendered to Erin’s oral service. Her hair was wild, hanging around her face as her head lolled forward, lips pulled tight over her teeth in a rictus of pleasure.
Helen’s eyes fluttered open—and she shot that icy gaze directly at me from across the room. Despite having a lithe dancer fifteen years her junior grinding in my lap, Helen still caught me staring at her, and her grimace slowly began to curl into a half-smile—one part pride and flattery. Two parts, desire.
Suddenly, Rose wrenched her lips free of Jessica’s. She planted a hand on top of her head and pushed. “Get on your knees,” Rose ordered.
Jess didn’t immediately move. Once again, she looked at me in confusion as if I was going to help explain what Rose was doing. She started to lean forward again, her lips seeking Rose’s once more. The dancer stopped her cold with a hand on her chest, giving her a hard look. Jess looked back at me.
“You heard her,” I growled.