Chapter 413: Take Out to Move

“Desi is hanging out for a few weeks to escape her parents working to give her a sibling or two,” I said to break the tension I was feeling off them. “What happened? You look terrible. I thought things were all on track at the factory. I’m going to need a few more bikes to take home for my other toddlers and preschoolers. Long story. You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

One of the women was barely holding back the tears when she said, “I’m starting to believe that CFO stands for Certain Fuck Over. He never said a word about our apartment rent checks bouncing for insufficient funds or that we were served with an eviction notice or told us we had a court date. When we got home today, we found the locks were changed. Once the super let us inside, the place looked like no one had lived here just this morning.”

“About that,” I told them. “Why don’t we go somewhere we can sit down, let you have a bottle of wine, and something to eat.”

“I could do with some wine, even the stuff with the screw-off cap,” one said.

Desi is excellent at keeping Bobcats in the burlap sacks.

I let them into the townhouse I was about to let them use as long as they wanted.

“This place has six bedrooms, so you can crash here if you want. Come in. I will show you where you can shower and put on comfy clothes before dinner,” I said. “Or only panties and a shirt. Naked if you like.”

I showed them each of their new rooms, with ensuite bathrooms, but didn’t tell them anything yet.

We only made it to the third of the five bedrooms when the Asian woman came out, naked, to ask, “What is going on here, David? Is this is my shampoo.”

“Yes, it is,” I replied. “Why wouldn’t you have your shampoo in your bathroom? Your conditioner is in there too, but I’m pretty sure those are my towels. Your toothpaste and other things are in the drawer you expect, but you have a new electric toothbrush. I don’t think you want your friends to know why the old one had to go.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Why is my shampoo here? I mean not the shampoo I like, but the bottle from my bathroom in the apartment,” she demanded to know.

I went to her, kissed her on the forehead, and said, “It is here because it wouldn’t make sense to put it in anyone else’s bathroom. They won’t use it, and you know that.”

All that did was frustrate her, which led to her finally letting herself cry.

“Everyone else, go find your rooms and shower. Once you don’t smell like a bike factory, we can discuss things. Just do what I ask, and trust me, please. Oh, don’t freak out, but not one of you was wearing the right size bras, and the thrift stores have underwear in better condition than your panties and socks. None of you had any pajamas or even nightshirts. You will find some in your size in the dresser in your rooms. What you wear or don’t is entirely up to you.”

Desi and I went to the master suite on the main level. She hadn’t showered since the last time she slept, not counting sleeping today in my lap. She was more than happy to help me undress her. In the shower, she begged me to wash her with only my soapy hands. It wasn’t sexual at all, even though she came multiple times from feeling the touch of another on her naked body. Well, me touching her body, at least. She wanted to feel my touch since that day when she was ten, and I helped calm her down. She found clothes for her here, too. Desi pulled on a pair of loose silk shorts and an open-sided silk top. She had on clothes, but nothing was hidden from view if you looked from the right angle.

Slowly the five women came into the den where I was putting out the food we found waiting in the counter. Three different types of wines, four brands of beer, and my ciders were also waiting for us. The wine was already chilled with the cork pushed into the top enough to seal the bottle.

“Now, tell us what the fuck is going on here!” they demanded.

“You already know,” I told them. “You were evicted and needed somewhere to live. I didn’t move you myself, but it so happens that I have this service in DC that landlords pay to pack up and remove all the tenant’s possessions, ensuring nothing is damaged. Whoever services the eviction notice is paid a fee by the service to provide security to keep valuables from walking off. I had this place sitting here being stocked with groceries, cleaned, and maintained in the off chance that I might ever decide to stay here. You needed somewhere to live, and I don’t like having places sitting around unused. Everything gets paid for from some account belonging to one of my LLCs, but someone I doubt I’ve ever met. My only conditions are that the master on the main level is mine if I choose to sleep here when I’m in town and no shiting in the pool.”

I don’t know why I said that, but they agreed to my terms.

Over dinner, I told them about Desi’s suggestion and then that I had a factory in the area that so happened not to have anything to produce anymore. They were more than happy to start making all the parts of the bikes. All their materials are one hundred percent recycled, and it would mean their bikes were made entirely in the USA. They liked that idea. Now that they had plenty of supplies to make the bikes, they had the time to get the new supplier producing what they needed.

“So, you fuck us all now?” one of the black women asked in a way that told me she was expecting that to be their payment for all I did for them.

In mock indignation, I said, “Is that what you think of me? A man with a nine-inch-dick and body like this going around doing nice things to help people to get laid?”

“I’m sorry, I...” she started to say.

I went to her and pulled her into my arms to let her have her cry now.

She kissed me on the cheek once she settled down.

“I already told you that Desi ran away from home with me not to have to hear her parents screwing like newlyweds. Why would you think that I would put her through having to hear us having sex?” I asked.

“David,” the Middle Eastern woman said with a heavy accent. “Nobody does something for nothing. You bailed us out, and now you are giving us your house to live. Everybody has a price they expect to be paid.”

In her mother tongue, I said, “Yes, there is a price to pay. In your case, this house happens to be one of the things your cousin paid me as part of your annual family debt after Darren died and said to give me all his wealth. He had a trillion dollars in cash in the bank, on the island that I also now own. All these companies are on top of all that money. Corwin, Skylar, and Mary, the three women at the top, just had my children in the spring.”

To everyone else, I said, “I got to thinking, and my price did go up a bit. I need seven more of the bikes, ten in total. I forgot my almost eighteen months, two-year-old twins, three-year-old triplets, and four-year-old. I only found out about the last six recently. There was a time that I chose to ignore everyone, thinking that I was invisible. Long story that I’m not going to discuss. The four-year-old, twins, and triplets were their mother’s doing. I don’t remember her using me to impregnate her annually, but I need no DNA testing to know they are mine. If they don’t wear these out, another kid will. I have no ideas about their favorite colors, but I’m sure to need at least three of the pink ten. Three blue and two red, unless you can make a green and orange one, would fill out the ten.”

“I wished I didn’t have to remember all the sex I had in middle school,” one of the black women commented.

We all laughed at that. One of the women called the factory to tell them to run more pink bikes. After that, they could get creative with the spray system. They needed a total of ten bikes to go when we came by in the morning. Fully assembled and packed was preferred for all, but the purple one had to be ready to ride out of the box.

A few glasses of wine, and I ended up carrying them one by one up to their rooms, getting them to pee, and then tucking them in their beds.

Have they slept alone in bed since before they were in college?

Once Desi and I got into my bedroom, she insisted we strip and sleep naked.

“It will fit in my pussy and ass without any difficulty. I’m willing to enjoy that fully should it happen, but I don’t want to have sex with you, at least not tonight. I’m sure I will have to play with myself many times this night, but that is because of having skin-on-skin contact with anyone. Being someone that I love, as much as I understand love, makes the need stronger, but it is the need to cum, not have sex,” Desi told me as she was playing with my full nine inches.

I rubbed her back and butt as she jacked me off. From time to time, she would suck on a few inches. I could tell that it took her a few minutes to realize what she was doing and stop. When she climbed over me, lined me up, and I felt the head of my dick parting her sparkling pink paradise, I reached down to stop her.

“David,” Desi said, looking me in the eyes. “I can’t keep it out of me, and it would end up there by morning anyway. Just let me get it inside me, then we can go to sleep.”

That is what happened, too. As soon as Desi could get no more dick inside her, Desi laid down on my chest and went sound to sleep.

I woke in the middle of the night, right as I started to cum.

“That was the best I’ve ever had. I’ve been having sex since before I turned ten, and I didn’t start getting tits until I was twelve,” one of the black women told me as she enjoyed my dick staying rock hard. “Desi heard me trying hard to get myself off, only to get frustrated. She said that you would not mind, even if I was black. You have a dick of a god.”

“That is good because people tell me I look like a god too. Skin color is merely a variation of pigments in the skin,” I told her. “I’m color blind when it comes to skin color. I will say one thing I overheard once that makes more sense after what you said about me minding having sex with black people. Even racists are color-blind in the dark. Are you done now? We are going to make a big mess if we keep going.”

She said, “Not unless you can’t stay hard long enough for me to pull this rubber off your dick and put another one on. I could go all night, but the other girls need some too. You could tell us no, but right now, you are the dick we know, not someone we are fucking to show how much we appreciate what you pulled off for us. I will say that you’re the first dick I’ve had in me since I was eleven and decided a girl’s tongue and fingers did more than a dick. The other four have their reasons, but they hadn’t wanted to be with a guy again since before we started college. We all need your dick and have no idea why. I’m not complaining, though. It is the first time having a guy wearing a rubber, and I didn’t notice that much of a difference to what I remembered.”

So. As the world churns, these are the pussies of my life.

Each of the other four came in to take a ride on the David-go-in until I came. Only one of them stayed to cuddle afterward, and she is the one that insisted she go bareback.

In her language, she told me, “I’ve no chance to get pregnant this month, and I was already lightly spotting before I came in here. It is still nice knowing that I had the man my parents would beg me to marry, for they love you as much as the others in that world. I never understood why until today. You are someone that honestly gives and never asks for anything in return, even when it is yours to have. We expected you to pleasure each of us when you took us up to bed. All we got was tucked in and a kiss on the forehead like we were a child. I can’t speak for the other girls, but that erased away the fears of today for me. Such a little gesture that did so much. For them, you were just a long, hard flesh dildo. To me, it was the first choice of who I wanted to have inside me that I’ve ever gotten in my life. My husband died before I even had breasts, but that didn’t keep others doing as they pleased in his family until I could get to university. It helps me be at peace knowing there is one decent, honest person in the world. You are still hard, so you mind being on top to show me what I will never feel from any other man?”

I would if you didn’t fall asleep as soon as you got on your back. Now I have to carry you back to bed.

I cleaned her up, did my best to get a pad in some black panties, pulled them up on her, and then got her back in her PJs.

Desi was there waiting and licked my dick clean. She didn’t particularly like the taste, but it wasn’t horrible either. What she did want was my dick back inside her so that she could go back to sleep. Once she slid me in, she laid on my chest and was sound asleep again. We didn’t have any more visitors overnight. She did wake me up as she slid her pussy up and down on my dick, but it was exploratory, not trying to fuck me. She pulled my dick out of her, and Desi spread her legs wide to rub herself off. I offered to help, but she said that would make things weird for her right now. We showered quickly. While we slept in, the five women met the staff and were given keys with the alarm codes. The building had five parking spots for when they ever bought themselves cars.

After breakfast, we got Desi’s backpack packed up, made sure she took her meds, and then we headed to check on the boy and his family at the mall. They had two dozen red and blue bikes sitting out front. They were letting kids ride them around, wearing one of the toddler-sized helmets that they also had for sale now. Most of the kids that tried them left with a helmet and bike. As quickly as the boy or his dad could get more to the stand, they were selling them. The kids trying them got hooked instantly, and their parents were happy not to have to carry them all day long. Near their stand was a person selling bike lock cables. He was selling his locks as fast as he could get them from where he stored them. We took rideshare over to the bike factory.

I expected something much bigger.

Inside it was tightly packed with automated painting booths and ovens to bake on the paint. Tires, inner tubes, and wheels were quickly assembled, but not something they found a way to automate. Everything went onto the picking hooks, that the automated packing system knew that it had all the parts to pack the box. Each piece or bag got weighted to ensure that they had all the parts needed. Their engineering was so exact that if an extra screw or washer got into a bag, it would reject it as too heavy. Everything was efficient.

When we went over to the shipping area, I saw that they had a purple one randomly painted with four different shades of purple, plus a solid pink and a yellow one. On the purple one, they had put April’s name on it. The rest were all sorts of designs and colors. Once the women each inspected every bike, they packed them up for me to take home. A “service” arrived to get them to my house.

“We don’t have any idea how to thank you, David. You are so unbelievable,” one of the women told me. “There is one more thing you could help me with, and it won’t take long. Last night, my little sister showed up at the old apartment to find it empty and the doors locked. Her cell was dead because she had nowhere to charge it on the bus she took here, from our parent’s house two days ago. We have family stuff going on, but I’m not telling you what because you will try to fix it. Surprisingly, she has been with many boys, all who wore rubbers, given they are where my parents live. My sister hasn’t ever cum during sex. Would you mind showing her what it should feel like before you go?”