The Fan Club
Copyright© 2005 by Severusmax
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
“Let’s play a game ... Monopoly,” I suggested, but of course, my suggestions were really commands.
My sisters, June, Casey, and Erica, smiled at that idea, as did Mum.
“Yes, dear brother,” my eldest half-sister, June Thomas, winked at me, grabbing her board game set that I had seen earlier and putting it on the rather wide coffee table.
“Wonderful plan to pass the time ... but we can play it still nude, right?” Erica D’Gianni, one of my other half-sisters, licked her lips, clearly desirous of continued nakedness.
“Yes, please,” Casey Jones, my third half-sister, pleaded with me in a very supplicant tone.
“Naturally, loves. No one gets dressed without my permission. In fact, after the game, all of you get shaved of any pubes or stubble. I alone am permitted to have pubic hair,” I announced to my many companions, all of them women except for Dafyd, my mate from Cardiff, Wales.
My ex-wife, Gwen, who was engaged to Dafyd, beamed as June handed out the Monopoly tokens. Gwen’s slender fingers lingered against June’s palm—a gesture that didn’t escape my notice. She was definitely attracted to June, just as she was attracted to me, to Dafyd, and to the rest of us. Her attraction to the Chinese delivery girl, Mei-Ling, was extremely obvious, of course. She had enthusiastically licked both the girl’s cunny and her arse after all.
Mei-Ling, the Chinese immigrant, laughed as she nestled up with me and accepted her first Monopoly cash. Her bare thighs pressed against mine, warm and soft, as she examined the colorful bills with wide-eyed fascination.
“This is fake money?” she asked, her accent thick but endearing.
I chuckled, running a hand through her silky black hair. “Fake, yes, but the power it gives you in this game is very real.”
She grinned, tucking the bills between her small breasts like a makeshift wallet.
“You are from the UK?” Mei-Ling asked me as well as Mum.
“Four of us are. Mum’s English. Three of us are Welsh. Dafyd, who sucked your toes, is my old mate from Cardiff. Gwen’s my ex-wife and his fiancée,” I stipulated as I bought Marvin Gardens.
“And we’re his American half-sisters. He’s an aristocrat, too. A baronet. Sir Cecil Evans, Bart.,” June clarified, understanding that Mei-Ling hadn’t picked up on a lot of this yet.
“And we met him yesterday at the mall ... and he already knocked me up in the men’s room,” Jessica laughed now.
“Yep, he did, and he finally bred me just a little while ago, as you saw,” Nadia told Mei-Ling as she kissed her hard on the mouth.
Hannah, Emily, Claire, and Marianne, the four fan club members who had joined us that morning, eagerly kissed Mei-Ling’s face. Their lips pressed against her cheeks, forehead, and chin in a flurry of affection, their giggles mingling as Mei-Ling squirmed playfully beneath their attention. One of them—Hannah, I think—nipped at her earlobe, whispering something in Mandarin that made Mei-Ling blush furiously.
We played Monopoly for about ninety minutes, having more fun than competing aggressively. It was to pass the time, nothing more, and we all flirted with each other as we played—June tracing idle circles on my thigh with her nails, Casey stealing kisses from Gwen whenever she landed on her properties, Erica deliberately “accidentally” knocking over houses with her elbow just to bend over and pick them up again. Dafyd, ever the opportunist, kept sliding his hand between Mei-Ling’s legs under the table, grinning whenever she gasped mid-sentence.
At one point, Erica rolled doubles three times in a row and was sent to jail.
“New rule ... anyone who goes to jail has to kiss someone’s buttocks. Choose whose arse now, sweet sister,” I ordered my blonde, Italian-American sister, who was also an associate like Casey at Fulton, Morton, and Steiner, the law firm where June and I were partners.
“Nadia. I want some Romanian booty,” Erica snickered as she crawled over to the teenage girl.
Nadia’s dark eyes gleamed—she arched her back, presenting her pert cheeks with an exaggerated wiggle.
“You better make it wet,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder as Erica’s lips descended toward her skin.
The audible smack of the kiss echoed through the room, followed by Nadia’s delighted squeal.
After that, Erica was soon eliminated from the game, as she went out of her way to get sent repeatedly to jail—rolling doubles with theatrical groans, landing on Chance cards that forced her into confinement, even deliberately overshooting her moves. Each time, she’d choose a different pair of cheeks to kiss—sometimes Gwen’s, sometimes Mei-Ling’s, once even Dafyd’s—her laughter growing more reckless with every trip behind bars. By the fifth time, I snatched the dice from her fingers.
“You’re out,” I declared, flicking her token off the board.
“Hey, at least I had fun. You know that my mouth is my other G-spot,” Erica blew me a kiss and then just crawled over and began sucking my cock.
Mei-Ling giggled as she watched Erica’s head bob between my legs, her own fingers idly tracing circles on Dafyd’s thigh. It was all in good fun, no rancor, everything played for laughs and flirtation. Gwen leaned over to whisper something in June’s ear, her lips brushing the shell of it, and June’s smirk grew wicked as she whispered back. Casey, ever the opportunist, snatched the dice from the board and rolled them with a flourish—landing squarely on Free Parking, which, in our house rules, meant she got to claim the center pot of cash ... and a five-minute makeout session with whoever she chose.
“Jessica,” she called out to the other teenage girl.
Jessica grinned and immediately scrambled over the coffee table, knocking over hotels and scattering Monopoly money everywhere. She straddled Casey’s lap, their breasts pressing together as their lips met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Casey’s hands slid down Jessica’s back, gripping her hips possessively while Jessica tangled her fingers in Casey’s hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. The room erupted in cheers and whistles—Erica paused mid-suck to wolf-whistle, her lips still wrapped around me.
At the end, June won the game, surprising none of us. She quickly claimed her prize. Me. With a predator’s grace, she stood, knocking the board aside with her knee, and climbed into my lap, her thighs bracketing mine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear.
“Mine,” she murmured, biting my earlobe before sealing her mouth over mine.
I tasted victory on her tongue—sharp and sweet—as her hips ground against me, the friction maddening. June rode my cock feverishly, her body arching like a bowstring pulled taut.
“Finger my arse,” she demanded between gasps, her nails scoring down my chest.
I obliged immediately, pressing two fingers against her tight ring while she rode me harder, her body slick with sweat and desire. Her moan was ragged, primal—the sound of someone who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Across the room, Gwen watched with parted lips, her hand sliding between her own thighs as she mirrored my movements on herself.
“Well, this is your flat and you’ve been a very gracious hostess,” I pointed out.
“Except that we’ve all sworn fealty to you and bled into a chalice from which we all drank, little brother ... or should I say, Master. We’re your fan club, but now more than that. We’re your willing thralls ... your proud and happy... slaves. We worship you, including Mum, as you know,” June reminded me of the bizarre, impromptu, occult ritual earlier that Sunday of drinking everyone’s blood from the communal cup.