The Fan Club
Copyright© 2005 by Severusmax
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A Welsh lawyer finds out that the women in his office view him as an object of sexual fantasy. Naturally, he finds an opening to act on it, with the help of a woman he only thought was gay.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Workplace Extra Sensory Perception Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Food Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Size Nudism Slow
“So, sweet and sour pork, kung pao chicken, Peking duck, sesame chicken, orange chicken, beef with broccoli, lo mein, chow mein, fried rice, fried wontons, spicy dumplings, wonton soup, egg rolls, and, of course, fortune cookies,” Mum rattled off as she insisted on ordering and paying for a Chinese delivery order.
“Indeed, that works, Mum,” I told her while fondling her bare buttocks and kissing her neck.
The fact that Dafyd’s tongue was inside her twat at the same time was typical for our new, polyamorous arrangement with plenty of incest to boot ... half-sisters and Mum in particular. Not to mention my ex-wife, Gwen, her fiancé (Dafyd), who was also my old mate from Wales, and the ladies of the fan club... my fan club. Yes, even now, that still amazed me in many ways. What business did I have ... having a fan club? I’m an officer of the court, an attorney-at-law, not a movie star or musician.
Even if I’m also a hereditary member of the Welsh aristocracy with a title, at least part of a landed estate. Sir Cecil Evans, Bart. (baronet) indeed.
“Damn, Dafyd ... Cecil ... you two are spoiling me!” Mum exclaimed as she completed the order on her cell phone.
“Gimme me some of that, Mum!” Gwen demanded as she spread Mum’s cheeks and began licking her arse.
“Bloody hell, Gwen!” Dafyd laughed as he continued his ministrations, pausing just long enough to lick Gwen’s outstretched tongue—a brief, teasing moment that had Gwen groaning.
Meanwhile, Mum arched her back, pressing herself into my grip, while Gwen buried her face deeper between her cheeks. The scent of arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the faint anticipation of the incoming Chinese feast.
Dafyd’s tongue curled inside Mum with practiced ease, his goatee brushing against her thighs, leaving faint red marks that made her squirm. “Christ, you lot are insatiable,” Mum gasped, though her fingers tangled in Gwen’s hair, pulling her closer—consent was never in question here.
Mum hung up and June kissed her directly on the mouth while Casey and Erica sucked her tits. My hands roamed her buttocks while Gwen licked her arse and Dafyd dined at the Y. Jessica and Nadia sucked her toes. Marianne and Emily kissed the backs of her knees while Hannah licked her taint. Claire stuck her tongue into Mum’s navel, overwhelming her with sensation.
“Christ, I’m going to pass out from pleasure before the food even arrives,” Mum moaned, her body trembling under the onslaught of mouths and hands.
Gwen chuckled darkly, her fingers creeping forward to tease Mum’s swollen clit while Dafyd’s tongue worked deeper, coaxing out soft, shuddering gasps. I held Gwen’s head in place while kissing the back of Mum’s neck, even biting playfully.
This multiple manipulation continued until the doorbell rang and I pointed Dafyd to the door.
“Answer it, get the food, and perform oral sex on the delivery person, regardless of gender,” I commanded my mate.
Dafyd groaned—half frustration, half amusement—as he peeled himself from between Mum’s thighs, wiping his glistening goatee on his forearm. Gwen, still buried between Mum’s cheeks, muttered something muffled and obscene about tipping extra.
The doorbell rang again—a sharp, impatient chime—and Dafyd staggered to his feet, adjusting his erection as he padded to the door. When he swung it open, a petite Asian girl stood there, her arms loaded with grease-stained paper bags, her eyes widening at the sight of Dafyd’s naked, sweat-slicked torso. Before she could react, Dafyd yanked her inside, spun her around, and tugged her shorts and panties down in one fluid motion, burying his face between her cheeks with a muffled, “Diolch,” his Welsh accent thick with hunger.
Dafyd licked the Asian girl from tailbone to clit in one long, filthy stroke, making her knees buckle. She gasped, dropping the food bags as his tongue flicked over her swollen folds, her thighs trembling violently.
“Oh my god—what the fuck—” she stammered, her hands scrambling for the wall to steady herself, but Dafyd just hooked an arm around her waist, holding her upright as he devoured her with shameless enthusiasm.
I made my move now, sliding bareback into her slit from behind to pound her, gripping Mum’s hips as she gasped, her body arching against mine. The wet heat of her was intoxicating, her muscles fluttering around me as Gwen joined Dafyd in now focusing on her crack with their tongues. The girl pushed back at us with her hips and began screaming something in Mandarin.
Mum offered the girl a taste of either hole now, her fingers tracing the girl’s lips before slipping inside her mouth.
“Sweetheart, pick one—front or back—and I’ll let you eat me while these two devour you,” she purred, her voice thick with arousal. The girl whimpered, her dark eyes flickering between Mum’s glistening folds and the tight furl of her arsehole, before lunging forward to bury her face between Mum’s thighs with a desperate moan.
June laughed, her fingers teasing Mum’s nipples as she watched the scene unfold.
“Looks like we’ve got a new prospective fan club member,” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement while I reamed the Asian girl good and rough, her body jolting with each thrust.
The girl’s muffled screams turned to shuddering gasps as she came hard, her fingers clawing at Mum’s hips. Gwen and Dafyd greedily lapped at her twitching hole, their tongues flicking in tandem against her sensitive flesh, making her thighs tremble. The girl lost all control, her back arching violently as I slapped her bottom sharply—once, twice—before driving deeper inside her twat, my hips slamming against hers with bruising force.
Meanwhile, Mum rocked her hips against the girl’s frantic mouth, her breath hitching as the girl’s tongue curled inside her with desperate hunger.
“Bloody hell, she’s good,” Mum groaned, her fingers tightening in the girl’s hair, holding her close. Gwen chuckled darkly, her fingers creeping forward to tease Mum’s swollen clit while Dafyd’s tongue worked deeper, coaxing out soft, shuddering gasps.
I came inside the girl, my hips jerking violently as I emptied myself into her tight, pulsing heat—and like a chain reaction, her body convulsed around me, her muffled scream vibrating against Mum’s thighs. Mum gasped, arching sharply as the girl’s desperate tongue sent her over the edge, triggering Gwen’s own climax against Mum’s thigh. Dafyd cursed into the girl’s arse, his body stiffening as he came untouched, his tongue still buried inside her.
“Now, eat,” I ordered, pulling the girl upright by her hair and guiding her toward the scattered takeout containers, her thighs slick with my release. I shoved a fork into her trembling hand, watching as she mechanically scooped up lo mein, her dark eyes glazed—still shaking from the aftershocks. Mum, Gwen, and Dafyd lounged lazily around her, their fingers plucking dumplings from containers, occasionally pressing bites between her lips while my cum dripped onto the floor beneath her chair. The girl chewed obediently, her legs still spread wide, her swollen cunt glistening under the dining room lights.
“Yep, she’ll do as a new member,” Claire patted her head to reinforce those words.
Meanwhile, Gwen had already snatched a fortune cookie from the bag and cracked it open with her teeth, her lips curling into a smirk as she read the slip aloud: “You will soon experience unexpected pleasures.” She tossed it aside and licked her fingers, her gaze flicking to the delivery girl’s flushed face. “Bit late for that, love.”
The girl’s virginal blood was very telling, smeared across my thighs and dripping onto the hardwood floor—undeniable proof I’d deflowered her. She winced as she shifted in her seat, her thighs sticky with my spend and her own innocence, but her dark eyes never left Mum’s face, as if seeking approval.
Mum just chuckled and fed her a bite of orange chicken, her fingers lingering on the girl’s lips. “Don’t worry, pet. The first time’s always messy. You’ll get used to it.”
It soon became clear that the girl—Mei-Ling, as she eventually stammered—had only arrived from Guangzhou three weeks prior, her English still halting and heavily accented. The way she instinctively bowed her head when spoken to, the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her skin, even the way she held her chopsticks—all of it screamed mainland China, untouched by Western assimilation. When Dafyd casually draped an arm around her shoulders, she stiffened like a startled fawn, her dark eyes darting nervously between us.
“Well, you’re going to have an American baby by a Welsh baronet right here in Maine. Since I ruined your marriage prospects, I’m responsible for your welfare. We’ll take... very good care of you, sweetie,” I reassured her.
We all enthusiastically ate our dinner—in my case, the Peking duck—and felt each other up shamelessly. Mei-Ling gasped as Gwen’s fingers slid under her blouse, tweaking her nipples while Dafyd fed her a bite of beef with broccoli, his other hand kneading her thigh. Mum, ever the gracious host, alternated between sucking the grease from my fingers and pressing open-mouthed kisses to Mei-Ling’s neck, her teeth grazing the delicate skin just enough to make the girl whimper. The lo mein noodles dangled from Mei-Ling’s lips as June leaned over to slurp them up, her tongue lingering a beat too long—eliciting a startled giggle that dissolved into a moan when Claire’s hand crept between her legs.
I honestly did feel some guilt about ruining her marriage prospects—somewhere between the third orgasm and the fifth dumpling—but I also felt a drive to vindicate my impulse and make her life far better than with a traditional Chinese husband. Those prudes would’ve locked her in a gilded cage, forcing her to serve tea to their mothers while they fucked mistresses in secret. Here, she’d be a member of an inclusive circle of consensual lovers, albeit all of them submissive to me. Her pleasure would matter just like the rest of us.
Erica—who had been quietly observing the scene while nibbling on a spare rib—finally made her move, dragging Mei-Ling onto the couch and yanking her thighs apart without ceremony. With a wicked grin, Erica pressed a dripping piece of kung pao chicken against Mei-Ling’s flushed folds before leaning in to devour both the meal and the girl in one obscene mouthful. Mei-Ling’s back arched violently, her fingers scrabbling at the cushions as Erica’s tongue swirled through the spicy sauce and her slick arousal, lapping at her with shameless enthusiasm.
“Xièxiè nǐ de měiwèi, ” Erica murmured against her trembling flesh, her lips glistening with oil and Mei-Ling’s juices.
I slid into Marianne from behind and began pumping into her with a fury, claiming another fan of mine at last. Her back arched as I drove deep, her breath hitching when I palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She whimpered my name—Sir Cecil—like a prayer, her thighs trembling as Gwen knelt before her, lapping at her clit in time with my thrusts. Marianne’s fingers tangled in Gwen’s hair, holding her close as she came with a shuddering cry, her muscles clamping around me like a vise.
Nadia and Jessica wasted no time, their tongues tracing the tight furl of Marianne’s arsehole in slow, teasing circles before diving in deeper. Marianne gasped, her body jerking between the dual assault—my cock pistoning into her cunt while their tongues worked her backdoor with relentless precision. Jessica’s fingers dug into Marianne’s hips, holding her steady as Nadia’s tongue flicked faster, coaxing out a string of breathless curses.
“Fuck—yes—right there!” Marianne sobbed, her thighs slick with sweat and Gwen’s saliva, her body writhing under the onslaught.
Gwen’s tongue swirled along Marianne’s taint, flicking back and forth between her puckered hole and the dripping seam of her twat—a filthy counterpoint to my relentless thrusts. Marianne’s muscles clenched around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Gwen’s fingers joined the fray, teasing her rim with slick, insistent pressure. The air smelled of sex and soy sauce, mingling with the sharp tang of Marianne’s arousal as she came apart beneath us.
Mum sprawled onto the loveseat with a languid sigh, her thighs parting in slow invitation. Marianne didn’t hesitate—she lunged forward, her lips sealing over Mum’s glistening folds with a hungry moan, her tongue delving deep as if starved for the taste. Mum’s head tipped back, her fingers threading through Marianne’s hair to hold her close, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles against Marianne’s mouth.
“That’s it, love,” Mum purred, her voice thick with pleasure. “Suck me properly.”
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