John Billionaire, Part 4

John Billionaire, Part 4 [part 4 of 4]
By: bluedragon (bluedragonauthor@yahoo.com)

JOHN BILLIONAIRE by bluedragon (bluedragonauthor@yahoo.com)

PART 4: The Choice

***

I emerged from my bathroom feeling much refreshed, and yet my entire body ached from the exertion I'd just put it through. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed towards my closet to find a fresh set of pajamas. I'd also have to locate something for Taylor to wear.

I stalked over and pulled open the closet door. Immediately I heard a mousy shriek and then the light poured through the closet doorway to reveal Kaitlyn standing there, a little embarrassed at having been caught.

I jerked in surprise, but then calmed down enough to ask, "Kaitlyn?"

She just ignored me for a moment while looking around behind me to see if I was alone. And then with her gaze towards the bathroom where she could still hear the shower running, she whispered almost reverently, "She's sooo much prettier in person."

I turned my own head to follow Kaitlyn's line of sight, and I thought of Taylor in there still taking a shower. We'd finished our cleaning and I wanted to get out while Taylor just wanted to sit down on the shower bench and let the hot water massage away some of her sore muscles. I couldn't argue as I was the reason she was in so much pain.

"Yeah, she is very pretty." I admitted. Then my brain caught up to me and I added, "But you're quite the hottie yourself."

Kaitlyn blushed at the compliment. But her eyes were still on the bathroom. "Maybe..."

"How long were you spying on us?"

"I was NOT spying on you!"

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed.

"I wasn't spying. I came up for... you know. But then I saw you were already banging her. And oh, my lord. I didn't know you could be that rough. I mean, I like pain. But that was just insane! You two were incredible!" Then she turned and looked at me with a panicked expression. "But how can I compete with that? She's so much prettier than me. And she even fucks better than me."

I sighed, already annoyed with her teenaged immaturity. Kaitlyn's emotions could turn on a dime. "Kaitlyn, it's not a beauty competition. I'm not a prize. And maybe you should go back down the ladder before she comes out and finds you've been spying on us."

"But..." she whined.

"I'll call you in the morning," I interrupted. "I promise."

Kaitlyn just bit her lip and then obeyed. Once she was gone, I found my pajamas and got a smaller set of clothes for Taylor. They would be rather baggy on her thin frame, but at least they weren't shredded. I'd find some outdoor clothes for her tomorrow.

***

WEDNESDAY

I woke up holding a sweet smelling woman. There are few pleasures in this world nicer than that. Her short, dark hair was splayed out on the pillow before me, her fair skin an angelic white in the morning light. She was wearing one of my muscle-T-shirts, the baggy armholes having shifted in the night to give me tantalizing glimpses of her large breasts from the side.

The bedcovers had been pushed away during the abnormally warm night, and I let my gaze travel along the slight, but noticeable, musculature of her toned arms all the way down towards her dainty fingers.

But then I saw the ugly purple splotching her wrist. And then the memory of last night came rushing at me like a battering ram.

I jerked and gasped and the motion was enough to wake Taylor up. She sensed my momentary panic and got up much more quickly than I could ever manage. "What's wrong?" she asked as she sat up and turned around to face me.

I was holding her hand, dismayed by the bruising on her wrist. And as she turned the other side of her face came into view, a matching purplish splotch on her cheek marring her otherwise perfect face. "Oh, dammit, Taylor. I'm so sorry," I whimpered as I reached up to touch her.

Despite my gentleness, she registered pain when my fingers contacted her cheek and she jerked away reflexively. This only served to make my mood even worse.

"No, no, Johnny, it's alright," she tried to soothe me. "It's nothing a little makeup can't fix."

I wanted to believe her. But I just grimaced seeing the damage I'd caused. A low whine bubbled up in the back of my throat. I both looked and sounded quite pathetic.

Her eyes rolled and then Taylor did something patently ?Taylor-ish'. She reached up and slapped me, hard.

My jaw felt like it dislocated with the impact. I couldn't even say ?oww' it hurt so much. I just cowered down for a moment and held my cheek.

Taylor cocked her head to the side and glowered at me. "There, we're even. Now cowboy up and act like a man!" she ordered. Her eyes rolled again and she slid out of bed gingerly, heading into the bathroom to freshen up for the morning.

***

When the two of us emerged, Taylor was still in my sleeveless shirt and lounge pants. One of my plush bathrobes hung from her shoulders and seemed to swallow up her thin body in the thick padding. I was similarly clad in my usual around-the-house casual attire.

I'd intercommed Dorothy to prepare ahead of time and the 4-person square breakfast table was set for us. Like a gentleman, I helped Taylor into her chair and she immediately reached out to grab a croissant and the glass of orange juice waiting for her.

I made no further comment on Taylor's minor injuries, and the long-sleeved robe obscured most of the bruises. Still, I couldn't help but watch like a hawk as Taylor stretched out her arms to pick up various food items with her purple-splotched wrists exposed. And I half-glared at Dorothy, almost daring her to say something about the discoloration on Taylor's cheek.

In fact, I was so absorbed with quietly observing Taylor that I failed to notice there was a third place setting. And two minutes into the breakfast Cassandra came down the hallway, from the office I presume.

"Good morning, sir. Good morning, Taylor."

"Cassandra!" Taylor gushed. "I haven't seen you in such a long time! How are you?"

"I'm doing well," Cassandra replied as she took her seat next to me and directly across from Taylor. Her eyes flickered for just a moment to the shiner on Taylor's cheek, but she smothered any reaction. "It's good to see you again."

"Oh, wow. You know, I never did thank you for that wonderful evening you put together for me and Johnny, in Paris." Taylor reached her hand out and squeezed my forearm. "That was maybe the most romantic night of my life."

Cassandra smiled and glanced down at her plate for a moment. Then she looked over at the perky brunette. "You're very welcome. It's always great to get feedback on my arrangements. SOMEONE here doesn't always thank me for the wonderful job I'm doing." She got in a little dig at me.

"I know it! This guy here," Taylor cocked a thumb in my direction, "may be the greatest guy in the world. But sometimes he just doesn't understand how to make a woman feel appreciated."

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here."

Taylor just ignored me and kept going. "Anyways, I know you're doing a great job. I just look around here and look at all the things going on in his life. He'd be lost without you."

"Hey! What'd I just say?" I protested half-heartedly. "Keep this up and I'll forbid you from coming by here anymore."

"Like I'm not used to being shut out," Taylor retorted.

"Oh, ignore him," Cassandra advised. "I'm in charge here anyways. And you are welcome here anytime."

"Thank you." Then Taylor's voice dropped to a sultry husk, "And you, my delicious blonde bombshell, are welcome in my bedroom anytime."

Cassandra grinned. "With him? Or without him?"

"Both!" Taylor's tongue slipped out and trailed along her upper lip. "I only got you for half of the Paris trip, so we've got a lot of catching up to do."

I just sat back and ate my breakfast. The conversation continued on just fine without me.

We were just finishing up our plates when I heard the doorbell ring. A minute later, Edward came around the corner. "Miss Reynolds and friend here to see you, sir."

I glanced at both Taylor and Cassandra. Kaitlyn? Here? Now? I nodded to my butler, not having much of a choice. I had no issues with Cassandra seeing Kaitlyn. After all, I'd watched them licking each other's pussies once, the day Cassandra came back from her vacation.

But I wasn't sure how Taylor might react. And having three beautiful lovers all together at once could either be very good, or very, very bad for me.

Oops, make that four beautiful lovers. Kaitlyn turned the corner and Lindsay was right behind her. Cassandra reacted faster than my dumb male brain could engage itself. "Good morning, girls!" she said brightly.

"Good morning, Cassandra." "Morning!" The two replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are we interrupting your breakfast?" Kaitlyn pouted.

"No, not at all," Taylor answered first. "Please, join us."

At first, Lindsay looked around for a fifth chair at the four-person table. But Cassandra immediately stood up and offered her seat. "Please," the blonde gestured to her chair.

"Oh, no! I don't meant to put you out," the redhead apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I've got a lot of work to get back to anyways. Somebody's gotta keep this man rich and able to dote on you young ladies." Cassandra flashed a brilliant smile and then took her leave.

"So, Johnny?" Taylor finally said. "Are you going to introduce me or what?"

I almost choked on my coffee, mentally fumbling for a neutral-sounding introduction. "Oh, so sorry. Where are my manners? Taylor, this is Kaitlyn and Lindsay." I gestured towards each girl in turn. "Both girls live here in the building and Kaitlyn's parents were the first to welcome me here."

And then it was Taylor's turn. I caught a piercingly interested look from her, as if she were wondering how I would introduce her. I continued to play it safe. "Girls, this is Taylor. We've been good friends since college."

Kaitlyn snorted. "Good friend, my ass. All the news channels and magazines say she's your girlfriend."

Taylor smiled and looked down at her empty plate for a minute. Kaitlyn and Lindsay arched their eyebrows at me. It was clear no one was going to speak until I responded.

"Well, let me just admit that I'm not completely sure of our status right now." I looked over at Taylor, who flashed her eyes at me. Rather than being upset, she actually looked amused to see me squirming a bit.

Lindsay cut in. "So let me get this straight. As of now, she's not your girlfriend?"

"I'm not using that term at the moment."

Kaitlyn interjected, "But you ARE fucking her, right?"

Taylor actually started laughing. "I LIKE you two."

Exasperated, I sighed. Kaitlyn clearly already knew I was fucking Taylor. She'd watched us last night. Right before I sent her down the ladder. In fact... "Kaitlyn, what are you guys doing here anyways?"

"You were supposed to call me. When you didn't, I came looking for you."

At the front door? I glared at Kaitlyn and her obvious lie. "I did promise I'd call you. LATER."

"You said ?in the morning'."

"It's ten o'clock. It IS morning. And there's still two more hours of morning."

Kaitlyn ignored me and looked to Taylor. "Is he always this grumpy in the morning?"

Taylor was laughing so hard by now that tears were actually rolling down her cheeks. "I wouldn't know, actually. I don't usually stick around overnight." She looked over at me and started patting the back of my head condescendingly while I glowered at the teenagers across the table. "Then again, the few times I did stay over, I usually had his cock in my mouth. That's a pretty good cure for male grumpiness."

Kaitlyn smirked, almost a challenging grin on her face as she fished out a carrot and slowly popped it through her red lips. "I'll let you in on a little secret... I know that cure works very well on him. Lindsay and I have been fucking John for weeks."

I do believe my jaw not only hit the floor, it crashed through the floor and downstairs into the Reynolds' apartment.

"Really?" Taylor arched an eyebrow at me. "Well, I'm happy he's had you to keep him company."

Kaitlyn kept sucking on her carrot, and despite my embarrassment I couldn't help but become a little aroused watching her play sex kitten. "It doesn't bother you? I mean, I know you're not officially his girlfriend, but still."

"Oh, not at all," Taylor insisted. "I have a very open mind about sex, in all forms and combinations. It is there for pleasure, not mistrust. I've had my other boyfriends and even my other girlfriends, too." Taylor's smile then became rather predatory. "And to be honest, looking at two pretty young ladies like you, I can't blame him."

Lindsay was the first to respond. "You flatter us Miss Brynn."

"Call me ?Taylor'."

Lindsay smiled. "Taylor..." She sounded in love with the name. "Anyways, I know we turned heads around school but you are simply gorgeous. For at least, like, two years, we both wanted to be just like you."

Taylor's eyes sparkled.

"Actually, you can probably help me with something," Kaitlyn cut in. "I'm really rather new to blowjobs. Just hadn't had much practice until the last week or so. And I'd really like to get better. How do you get him to cum harder? I mean, the little boys I tried first would just pop off if I frigged them really hard and really fast. But a man like John? Didn't work. Does he have any particular tastes?"

"Johnny? Oh, of course." Taylor leaned forward and held out her hands, miming like she would be stroking an erect penis. "Well, every man is different. You learn to pick up on signals. Like with Johnny, you can always tell when he's about to come because there's this big vein that runs across the top of his dick. It kind of starts on the right side near the crown and cuts diagonally left about halfway down the shaft. And when he's getting close and ready for you to start pumping harder, that vein gets-"

"Okay! Okay!" I stood up. "I'll leave you ladies to discuss the finer points of my anatomy. But for me, I've had enough of girls talking about me like I'm not here."

Taylor just grinned and Kaitlyn and Lindsay didn't look about to budge from their seats. I just sighed and stalked away down the hall while I heard Taylor start up her lesson once again.

***

Two steps down the hall, I changed my mind and headed towards the office instead of my private quarters. I knocked and after hearing Cassandra say, "enter", I stepped inside.

She was comfortably reclining in the plush desk chair, her laptop open and her all-business glasses perched on her nose.

When she saw me and I closed the door, she took off her glasses and stepped out from around the desk. I took three more steps forward to approach her, but she closed the rest of the distance, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a firm kiss on me.

My lips parted to allow her tongue to snake inside, and she was moaning happily as we both felt the rush of pleasing endorphins run their way down our spines. I wrapped up her body in mine, and we were hugging tenderly while our tongues played with each other.

With contented sighs, we eventually let each other go. But then her eyes opened and it was back to business-Cassandra. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, Taylor started giving the girls tips on how to blow me, starting with a detailed description of my anatomy. All I could do was flee in terror."

Cassandra chuckled at that. "Well, you should get back to them. All three of them are your guests. It wouldn't be proper to leave them for long."

I cinched my grip tighter around the blonde's thin waist. "Oh, I think they'll manage. I already feel bad about neglecting you for so long. I haven't given you an orgasm in days."

"I'm fine, really. I have many pleasant memories of us to keep me company. But you should go out there and use this big boy," she squeezed my half-hard cock, "on Taylor."

I pulled back and looked at her a little funny. "You serious?"

"Jonathan," she soothed. "We talked about this. I will always be here for you, later. And I think Taylor is really good for you. You've got history, she understands the lifestyle, and she would make a wonderful companion for you. I rather say she'd make an excellent wife for you."

"You're actually telling me to leave and go fuck Taylor."

"Yes!" she grinned, turning me around and then spanking my ass as she pushed me towards the office door. "If you're lucky, I may even come join you."

***

I returned to the breakfast table to find it empty. The girls were all gone. For a moment, I stood alone. With seven people presently in the apartment, you'd think it would be difficult to find oneself alone in a communal area, but here I was.

Shaking my head, I did what I always do. I headed into my private quarters.

At first, I had a mind to turn on the TV and settle in for some time killing. But once in my lounge, I heard a girlish moan float through the open doorway to my bedroom. Three steps later, I stopped in my tracks, riveted by the sight before me.

Taylor's bathrobe was gone and she sat half-naked on my bed, reclining against the plush pillows. She wore only my muscle-T-shirt while Kaitlyn knelt next to her, holding Taylor's face as she softly kissed my friend like only a woman knows how to do. Meanwhile, Lindsay was facedown between Taylor's naked thighs such that all I could see was the back of her head bobbing and wriggling in Taylor's crotch.

Taylor was the first to see me, and she moaned at Lindsay's ministrations before snapping her eyes open and beaming at me. "Hey! Uh, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your playthings." Kaitlyn just shifted her head and began kissing at Taylor's ear and down towards her neck.

"Not at all. Mind if I jump in?"

"Be my guest." And then she turned to recapture Kaitlyn's lips with her own while Kaitlyn moved to lift off the T-shirt and gain access to Taylor's incredible breasts.

"That's a funny thing to say to the man who actually owns this place. So I will invite all three of you to please, make yourselves at home."

Kaitlyn just rolled her eyes at me and then ducked her head to take an engorged nipple into her mouth while Taylor held Kaitlyn's head in her hands and moaned.

Meanwhile, I slid up behind Lindsay and began unfastening the clasp of her jeans. They were so tight they looked spray-painted on her. The effect gave me a wonderful view of her clothed ass, but it was a pain trying to get them off of her legs. And she seemed intent on continuing her tasting of her feminine idol's pussy.

But after thirty seconds, Lindsay just rolled over and smirked at me. "Even older men can't figure out how to properly undress a girl." And with that she began lifting up her shirt.

I was able to easily disrobe from my lounge pants and shirt. And once I was done I leaned down to help finish off Lindsay's jeans and panties. Once I got the eighteen-year-old redhead fully nude, she opened her arms to welcome me as I climbed atop her. "Hiya, John."

"Hiya back." And I dipped my head to kiss her.

Meanwhile, the couple next to us on the bed was making a lot more noise. Taylor and Kaitlyn were devouring each other's faces and slobbering all over the place, feminine softness long forgotten. The pure lust radiated heat all around them. "Gawd, you are so beautiful," Kaitlyn moaned in between liplocks. And then she squealed as Taylor's fingers found their way into her dripping wet snatch.

They rolled around the bed together for a minute, playfully tugging and groping and teasing. They laughed constantly, except for one moment when Taylor yelped in pain and then exclaimed, "Watch the wrists! They still hurt!"

Eventually, Taylor was on top, nipping at the young blonde's jaw line and neck while she plunged two fingers in and out of her little friend. The teen nymph went limp and started gasping as the pleasure raced around her brain.

But while I watched the other women, Lindsay's lips were nipping at my ear as she rotated her hips around until she could get me lined up. I looked down at her sweet face as I got to my elbows and knees, and then slowly pressed the head of my cock in between her folds.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," Lindsay drawled as she felt each inch of my shaft parting her tight vagina and in the end she grunted as I bottomed out. "Why do I even bother fucking my boyfriend? He can't fill me the way you do."

"Oh, no you don't," I admonished her while I ducked my head to tongue at her conical nipples pointing straight up perkily. "I've got enough romantic complications as it is. Let's just have fun, shall we?"

Lindsay just grinned at me, her cute face awash with excitement. "Fuck the shit out of me, John."

"With pleasure." And then our hips were banging away.

Meanwhile, after bringing Kaitlyn to one orgasm with her fingers, Taylor had moved down the bed to bring her extremely talented tongue into play. And as my hips slapped against one teenaged nympho's pelvis, I heard the other teenaged nympho squeaking in wonderful agony as the best rug-muncher in New York ate her out.

Taylor glanced at me for just a moment, her violet eyes issuing a challenge. And from then on it was a race to see who could make their teen cum first. I had to admit, I was at something of a disadvantage. No matter what the skill of the lover, for speed orgasms direct access to the clit was something of a requirement. And no matter how well I drilled Lindsay, I would never be able to stimulate that love button the way Taylor could by licking at Kaitlyn.

After thirty seconds, I pulled out and quickly flipped Lindsay over doggy-style. And before she could catch her breath I had re-inserted myself from behind. My right hand reached around to our joining and found the skinny redhead's hard nub of a clit, prominently protruding conveniently for my wet fingers to find. My left hand wrapped around the underside of her left breast, tracing the sensitive nerves. The new position let me stimulate her directly, but the only thing that could let me win was my familiarity with Lindsay's pleasure spots.

Taylor, meanwhile, was quickly figuring out Kaitlyn's pleasure spots despite only meeting her this morning. And when I saw Taylor harshly shove three fingers into Kaitlyn's juicing cunt, I realized she had figured out Kaitlyn's penchant for rougher sex.

I was hammering myself against Lindsay's asscheeks, and she was wailing a constant "Fu-, fu-, fu-," unable to complete the word before my hips knocked the breath out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around me, and for the briefest moment I had hope.

But then Taylor popped a finger into Kaitlyn's anus, and the race was over. Kaitlyn's legs flew up and clamped around Taylor's head, squeezing tightly while her back arched so high her shoulders got airborne while she planted on her head. The scream that ripped its way out of Kaitlyn's throat was deafening, and carried on and on and on.

By the time Kaitlyn's legs fell limply to her sides, Taylor was gasping for air and her face was soaked. Kaitlyn just moaned "I think I'm in love," and then started giggling.

Her peals of laughter only got stronger as Taylor crawled up Kaitlyn's steaming hot body and blubbering playfully, she rubbed off her fluid-covered face into Kaitlyn's big, perky cleavage.

Meanwhile, watching and - more importantly - listening to Kaitlyn's climax had both Lindsay and I at the edge of our own orgasms. Once I lost the race it no longer became an issue about cumming faster, but about cumming better. I flipped over one of Lindsay's legs without exiting her, so that she was laying on her side while I straddled her lower leg and dug even deeper into her spasming channel. With one hand I held her upper leg against my chest while the other hand kept up its assault on her clit.

And at the moment I felt my own balls uncoiling and readying themselves to burst, I popped my own finger into Lindsay's ass, winking at Taylor, and as her body stiffened I felt my dick let go and begin to spew forth its offering into her clenching snatch.

Lindsay's eyes rolled up and her head twitched spasmodically as her climax spread through her body. She was almost oblivious to me pumping a gallon of cum inside of her. And when it eventually passed, she just closed her eyes and sagged against the mattress.

Kaitlyn and Taylor were cuddled together for the moment, rubbing noses while the blonde teen kept touching at the brunette model's face as if in disbelief while Taylor tried not to wince too hard at the gentle caresses. Kaitlyn's eyes were wide as she soaked in the experience, not knowing if it would ever happen again. I had to admit, Kaitlyn really did look like she was in love. At least, she never really looked at me that way.

I pulled out of Lindsay with a wet plopping noise, and then our mingled cream began to ooze out of her while she lay panting. Taylor looked over, and asked, "Do you want to switch?"

I honestly did. Variety is what keeps life interesting. But Kaitlyn looked so happy with Taylor for the moment. I would feel bad about taking her idol away.

"Stay there, Taylor," a new voice interrupted. "I've got it."

Cassandra leaned against the wall behind me, her blue-grey eyes simmering. Her gaze was locked in on the pearly fluids leaking out from Lindsay's pussy. She paused to remove her blouse first, leaving on the thin bra doing its best to restrain her bulging breasts. I moved out of the way, and then she stopped to kiss me before lowering her tongue to slurp out Lindsay's and my love cocktail.

The redheaded teen, already suffering from sensory overload, couldn't even get her limbs to function properly as she lay twitching on the bed, feeling Cassandra's expert tongue carving out her insides.

Meanwhile, I moved along to the other pairing. Taylor immediately took charge, seating me comfortably against the pillows and headboard. And then she directed Kaitlyn to bring me back to hardness

Kaitlyn's green eyes flashed before she sucked me into her mouth, and then Taylor's lips were in her ear, huskily whispering instructions as Kaitlyn bobbed her head up and down my rising member.

Kaitlyn was an apt pupil. After improving tremendously in the few weeks we'd known each other, now she was pleasuring my pleasure-stick in ways she'd never been able to accomplish before. And with careful directions and quick reactions, she not only brought me to full hardness in rapid time, but I felt the pangs of desire to ejaculate already building inside of me.

I was about to let Kaitlyn suck me to completion in her mouth. And yet, I wanted to fuck something. I lay here, with four unbelievably hot women writhing around my bedroom. I wasn't going to settle for anything less than at least two more orgasms. And I wanted them to count.

It was my turn to take charge and I moved Taylor until she was flat on her back. And then gently prying Kaitlyn off me, who didn't want to stop, I directed her to lie on top of Taylor and the blonde eagerly leapt into position, immediately capturing Taylor's mouth in a searing kiss as they pressed together, chest to chest. For a moment, they had a hard time getting their tongues into each other, their tits so firm and large it took a little Lego-like positioning to get comfortably close enough.

I settled in behind the girls, standing at the edge of the bed and looked down on the four holes, each seeming to wink at me and plead to be the first. I started by spreading Kaitlyn's asscheeks and rubbing the spongy head of my cock in the wet folds of her pussy.

"Ooh, fuck me, John," Kaitlyn pleaded. But just when she thought I was going to plunge into her, I lowered down and stuffed the first few inches of my cock in between Taylor's gaping vaginal lips.

Taylor stiffened at first, pressing Kaitlyn's body upwards while their tits crushed together, and then she relaxed to allow me to glide all the way in. I groaned happily at the wonderful feeling inside of her hot tunnel of paradise.

Kaitlyn spread her legs to the side and managed to grind her clit down against Taylor's pubic bone, whimpering in pleasure as she masturbated herself on Taylor's body. Meanwhile, the two of them continued tonguing and licking at various ears and necklines while I plugged away at Taylor, doing my best to hit her g-spot inside.

But just when Taylor's hips started bucking back at me, I pulled out, spread Kaitlyn once again, and burrowed my cock into the teenaged vixen's saturated pussy. She was so lubricated with orgasmic fluids that I slid right through her normally restrictive tightness and bottomed out in one thrust.

I split her so quickly that she instantly lifted her head and cried out a fresh climax, Taylor suckling at her throat as she screamed. I kept thrusting even through Kaitlyn's orgasm, driving her to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure while her pussy muscles clamped and squeezed in a riot of abuse around my shaft.

When her cries died out, I pulled out and pushed my way back into Taylor once again, filling her quickly and then rapidly pumping as she gasped and moaned while clutching the blonde nymphet to her neck.

I felt kind of bad. Kaitlyn had cum twice and Taylor had yet to get off. This had to be unfamiliar territory for the normally sex-crazed goddess. And so I worked extra hard to grind against Taylor's sensitive inner nerves while Kaitlyn was lavishing attention upon Taylor's breasts and face.

And in the end, I was rewarded with a wriggling climax out of Taylor as she vibrated and came, dumping a fresh load of girlcum into our union. This time, I was already moving on to the next part. I rotated my shaft around inside her while she writhed around the bed, and I found the nightstand was within my reach. Popping the drawer I pulled out the bottle of Astroglide.

I let my cock enjoy the aftershocks of Taylor's orgasm inside of her spasming pussy. Meanwhile, I applied a liberal amount of lube to Kaitlyn's anus in front of me. She just wiggled her butt cheeks in anticipation. And then I pulled out to squeeze several globs into Taylor's asshole and then coat my cock.

The short breather gave me enough time to let the sensations crawling up and down my dick subside. Now I knew I had enough stamina for a good, long fucking. Once again, I played around with both girls, teasing them to see which hole I violated first.

This time I went with the blonde teen, her asscheeks so firm I could barely dent them when I gripped them. And when my crown popped through her sphincter, she groaned and then reached back to spread her cheeks wider and allow me deep into her chute.

Kaitlyn gasped at my entry and then whimpered, "Ooh, John. Fuck my ass. Violate my little body."

Glancing to the side, I could see Cassandra and Lindsay had formed their own 69, fully naked. Lindsay was crawling all over Cassandra's longer and curvier body, exploring the huge tits and sweet snatch while trying to remain composed with the statuesque blonde's tongue buried inside of her.

I pulled out of Kaitlyn and then aimed lower. And now Taylor reached her hands down to hold herself open for me as my cock speared forward and into her ass. After thirty seconds I switched back, filling the little girl's ass and giving her a good pumping before pulling out again and re-entering Taylor. And then I was ramming the hot model while I watched Kaitlyn's dilated asshole trying to close back up slowly.

I waited and waited, watching the tight muscle contracting millimeters at a time while I plugged Taylor's backside. And just when it seemed like Kaitlyn's anus recovered enough to close, I pulled out and slammed my cock through Kaitlyn's anal gateway once again.

She screamed at the sudden penetration, and then I pulled a hand back to spank her cheeks while I continued reaming her out. Kaitlyn lost all ability to focus on Taylor and instead crouched on all fours, just trying to endure the pounding I was giving her ass as she cried out from the rapid thrusting through her overstretched nether passage.

Taylor wasn't exactly soothing her either. Her hands pulled roughly at Kaitlyn's nipples and her teeth left scoring marks across the delicate girl's neck. Taylor's nails even raised a few small welts on the teen's back. I could only imagine what was going through Kaitlyn's head as her primary male lover and her female idol ravaged her body together. And very quickly Kaitlyn was shrieking out her climax

I grinned seeing movement to the side and then Kaitlyn's shriek was muffled halfway as her eighteen-year-old best friend, Lindsay, leaned in and shoved her tongue down Kaitlyn's throat. This didn't dissuade the blonde completely, and her muzzled squalling continued to pour out as she was now being pawed at by three people at once, her orgasm building and building rather than subsiding.

Cassandra, meanwhile, lowered her head down to Taylor so they were upside- down relative to each other. And with her palms against Taylor's cheeks, my beautiful personal assistant planted a firm Spider-man kiss on the hot brunette.

Kaitlyn's orgasm finally gave out, and so did her limbs. The light teen collapsed onto Taylor's body, her anus spasming a few final times around my cock.

I couldn't handle much more. And so exiting Kaitlyn and letting her tumble off to the side, I buried my pecker into Taylor's ass and began thrusting away in my final sprint.

"Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck," Taylor chanted while I reamed her out.

Once Kaitlyn rolled off into Lindsay and the two teens nuzzled and cuddled with each other, I was able to focus all my attention on Taylor. She'd been pressed underneath the blonde teenager for so long that she needed to stretch her limbs out for a moment. And while I continued violating her asshole I pulled on her legs and hoisted them over my shoulders, pounding away and seeking nothing but my release. My hands roughly gripped her hips, still sore and bruised from last night, and Taylor yelped in fresh pain while simultaneously moaning in pleasure, the result a strangled cry directly into Cassandra's mouth.

Cassandra was already massaging Taylor's arms and breasts while they maintained their liplock, and even though I wasn't trying to induce orgasm, Taylor stiffened and came.

The sudden clamping of her ass was all I needed to spill over the edge, and with a roar of triumph I slammed as far as I could up into Taylor's bowels, and the head of my cock exploded as it blew wad after wad of cum deep inside of her trembling body.

"Fill me, baby!" she screamed while I fired over and over, ejaculating my heavy cum-bombs into her anal depths for the second time in just a few hours.

In the end, Taylor's head lolled to the side as she panted with exhaustion. She was in good shape, a must for any fashion model. But she wasn't used to supporting a blonde eighteen-year-old on her chest for that long, especially in her weary, injured state. Fortunately, her two biggest fans soon came over and soothed her. Lindsay wanted to get her share of kisses she'd been missing while tied up with me and Cassandra. And Kaitlyn wanted to get to the naughty cocktail of sperm oozing out of Taylor's ass.

Cassandra, meanwhile, dragged me off to the shower. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Even after all the fucking, once inside the shower I was still mesmerized by the huge wonderfulness of Cassandra's boobs. Once the hot water was spraying on them and giving them a warm glow, I couldn't keep my hands or my lips off of them.

She chuckled while I suckled, and her hands were busy soaping up my body and cleaning me up. Two minutes later, when she was satisfied with my cleanliness, Cassandra sank to her knees and held my prick up in her face.

"Miss Cooper, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm getting you ready for my turn, sir," she purred. And then her face descended and I was once again in the warm paradise of a woman's mouth.

It had been days since I'd made love with Cassandra. And before that one Sunday, it had been much longer before that. I appreciated so much how she gave so much of herself into my life and asked for so little in return. And a burning desire, coming from deep in my gut more than the lust from my loins, had me desperate to join with her.

Cassandra's oral ministrations had me hard again in record time, considering I'd just had two wonderful ejaculations. And when I felt the surge of energy flowing through my body I pulled out of her mouth, lifted her to a standing position, and then pressed her back against the wall as I captured her lips with my own.

Cassandra half shrieked at the cold marble against her skin but also moaned into my kiss. And then I'd pinned her hands against the wall behind her as I smothered her with my affectionate lust and rubbed my chest against her tits. My cock nudged up against her belly, and with my hands still pinning her to the wall I tried to get my dick lined up to thrust inside of her. And then once I got into position, I suddenly seized her hips, lifted her up, and impaled her on my shaft.

"Aaaaah!" she wailed as pulled her crotch all the way down against mine so I was balls deep in Cassandra's wonderful pussy. But despite the temptation to stay and fuck her in the privacy of the shower. I shut off the water and then stepped outside. I had an orgy to return to.

Cassandra clutched my neck and back with her legs crossed behind my hips for support. I held her asscheeks in my palms and managed to grab an oversized, fluffy towel on the way out the door. I only had enough time and balance to fling the towel into something resembling a flat rectangle before I sank to my knees, planted Cassandra on the towel, and began rutting her into the rug.

We were on the floor next to my bed, and Taylor peeked her head over the edge to watch us while I drilled Cassandra. "There you are, baby! I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten about me," she pouted, her violet eyes dancing.

Cassandra blew her a kiss before closing her eyes to simply enjoy the feeling of physical pleasure shooting up and down her body.

Taylor, meanwhile, squeezed her eyes shut and moaned from something behind her. I could only imagine what she, Kaitlyn, and Lindsay were up to on that bed. And despite the wonderful feeling of making love to the goddess beneath me, my mind was already wandering to whatever other sexual combinations and positions I could take my pleasure from.

I guess Cassandra was right. My male, sex-controlled brain, told me to love what we were doing. And by extension that made me think I loved her... right? But inside my head, I could already hear her reminding me: "When you're fucking Taylor you think you love her. When you're fucking Nicole you think you love her. And I know when you're fucking me you think you love me. So understand that you love what we are doing. And that is enough for me."

Cassandra was so accepting and so wonderfully compatible with me. Despite the abundance of female flesh I found my world shrinking down until there was no orgy, there was no bedroom, there wasn't even a floor nor towel beneath her. There was only Cassandra and me, floating in empty air. And there was only the shared orgasm ripping through our bodies as we came together and I filled her body with the liquid expression of my love. And as her arms pulled me close to her, our sweaty bodies melding together while my cock perfectly molded itself inside of her pussy, spitting out jet after jet of hot cum to splash against her insides, I understood.

I would never get tired of making love to Cassandra. I knew without a doubt that as my dating relationships came and went, she would always be with me. There was a corner reserved in my heart for her. Maybe she would never have the whole thing, but neither could she ever lose that corner.

***

Kaitlyn and Lindsay had left. Cassandra occupied herself with some sort of work, primarily to leave me and Taylor alone.

Out of clean clothes and other personal items, Taylor now readied to take her leave. She'd been here longer than expected already.

Taylor had hinted an interest in just shuttling to her place and packing an overnight bag to return straight back to me. But despite the newfound stability in our relationship, it was a tenuous balance at best. And when I didn't warm to her hinting, she dropped the playful teasing and asked me point blank, "Why can't we get together? Really together? I thought that was what you'd always wanted."

I held her close and yet apart from me, gripping both of her elbows tightly to her body. "Remember what I said about building a relationship on lies?"

"But that's done, isn't it? My lies are exposed, and I've apologized for them." My eyes flickered to the shiny bruise on her cheek. She didn't have to add that I'd already punished her quite severely as well. "Johnny, let us make a new relationship, built on love."

I couldn't answer. I wanted to, but the anger I'd felt towards her was still fresh. Instead, I walked her to the door of my private lounge, the unofficial exit of my apartment. Everything beyond was common area and Edward would escort her out.

Cassandra had loaned Taylor some clothes, which looked stylish but still obviously weren't quite the perfect fit. In her slightly disheveled and bruised appearance, the haughty model was gone, leaving only a pretty girl with a more innocent and honest look than I was used to seeing in her.

Taylor stopped before I could open the door and turned to me, moisture in her eyes but steely composure as well. "I love you, Johnny," she told me in a plain voice so I had nothing to doubt her sincerity.

I already knew that nothing in this world would make her happier than me returning the sentiment. But I couldn't say it unless I really meant it. Instead, I stepped forward and bearhugged her. She gasped and let out a faint sniffle, but then I seized her face and planted a warm kiss on her lips.

It was kind of sad. I'd been in love with her for so long, although much of it subconsciously. At almost any time in the past seven years, if she'd professed her love, I would have jumped at the chance to be with her. But to her, I was just a friend. In cruel irony, I was now sending her away as just a friend.

And as she pressed her cheek against mine while clutching me in a return hug, I whispered. "Taylor, I don't know what's going to happen between us. But I do forgive you."

She sniffled and squeezed tighter.

And after swaying with each other for a few moments, I pulled back until I could look right into her eyes. I don't know that I'd ever seen them so big before. Her irises were open oceans of blue innocence. "At the very least, I want things to be the way they were before. We could tell each other anything. We could call each other on a moment's notice to grab a bite to eat. And we were a reliable backup if we ever needed a date."

Taylor nodded, seemingly satisfied with the situation. Maybe she was half expecting me to completely shut her out once again, and any result other than that was a positive result. "And in the future?" she whispered, so quiet I could barely hear her. It was remarkable how much of an impact that made on me. She was always so confident, so in control. To hear her softly expressing meek hope made her words even more real.

I let my forehead down and rest against hers. "Just like before. Just like the hope I once had. Maybe... maybe not. But I'm open to the possibility."

She brought a hand up and clenched a handful of my shirt, tugging gently. "I hope you have a good weekend with Nicole. I really do. More than anything, I want to see you happy."

"Thanks," I replied sincerely. "I really appreciate that."

"And I'm accepting this for now." There was a trace of Taylor's old edge coming back. "For now..." she emphasized. She didn't have to remind me how much the future changes things. And then she nodded and let go of me. "I'll see you next week, okay?"

"Count on it."

***

THURSDAY

Life comes at you in waves. Whether it's a series of rainy days followed by weeks of sunshine or the run on black at a roulette table followed by a run on red. Things just come in trends. Yesterday I'd fucked four beautiful women. And as it eventually turned out, today I didn't get any.

Taylor was gone. I'd see her again, but not until next week.

I had no scheduling with Kaitlyn and Lindsay. They showed up when they wanted to and didn't when they had other plans. Today was a day where they had other things to do.

Cassandra had to go downtown to meet with my lawyers for some issue I didn't care to find out about.

For a moment I enjoyed my time and space. I idled the hours away dreaming up eccentric ways of blowing money. Should I put in a pool on the roof and encrust it with jewels that paint a portrait of my face in the bottom? Should I replate my bathroom in gold and platinum? Should I get a dog and dress it as if it were my own little human being?

Nah.

I hadn't grown up with money. No matter how much I was enjoying the security of not needing to work for a living, I still couldn't just waste it on the truly frivolous.

Actually, I needed to find something worthwhile to do with my life. I'd been given a gift. I'd spent weeks enjoying myself. But in the end, I had to be a decent human being and find a way to justify my existence.

Two hours later, I still wasn't sure. But for now, I had a weekend to plan.

***

FRIDAY

My mom stopped by, rather unexpectedly, for a visit. She wanted to see my place and check on my sanity. I think she half-expected me to be wallowing in narcotic-excess with a dozen naked women lounging around my expensive playpen.

I almost wanted to say, "No. That was Wednesday morning."

I suppose it was just as well that she stopped by. She was able to give her approval over my home and declare it close enough to feng shui. It also kept me from seeking out a nubile body to screw. Rather than having a final morning fling before seeing Nicole, all my focus would be on seeing the beautiful woman tonight.

And my mom's visit gave me the opportunity to warn her I was going out of town for the weekend. I'd made a promise to warn her when I was traveling abroad.

"With a girl?" she immediately asked.

"Yes."

"The same girl who broke your heart in college?"

"No, mother."

"Hmm, too bad." And then she was already turning to inspect some other part of my house.

"Huh?" I'd expected her to be happy I wasn't going with Taylor. "Why too bad?"

"Oh, I just remember college love, that's all. It gave me you. He broke my heart, but everything turned out alright in the end." She smiled, and then puttered on.

I'd already introduced Edward and Dorothy to my mother. But when we got to the office, Cassandra met my mother for the first time. She immediately stood and surprised the heck out of me by greeting her in formal Cantonese.

My mother grinned and then the two of them chatted in Cantonese for a few minutes. I listened in on the conversation and was amazed at how good Cassandra was, despite her obvious Australian accent.

At last, mom turned to me and said, "Keep this one. I have a feeling she'll be very good for you over the years."

"Yes, mother." I smiled and then glanced at Cassandra.

Cassandra ordered in Chinese food for lunch, nothing personal against Dorothy's cooking, just courtesy for my mom. The smell reminded me of the first time I'd met Nicole. It seemed like years ago that I was hiding out in my old apartment, having neighbors bring me food. And now with as much money as I could wish for, I was still having Chinese food delivered to me while I hid inside my apartment.

After lunch, my mom wished me a good trip and left. And I headed to my room to get ready to leave.

***

At 6:50pm, I was in a non-descript limo outside Nicole's apartment building, with a gray van idling behind me on the curb. The Maybach was back in the garage in case I ever wanted it. But I intentionally wanted to remain at a lower key for this trip. My own building had a private entrance, but Nicole's place was still a very public setting.

I lucked out in that there were no paparazzi around. After all, no one knew I was picking up Nicole tonight. And by 6:59pm I was knocking on her door.

She popped it open and then immediately gasped in shock.

I held out my arms and smiled, "Surprise!" Behind me were four delivery people and the number of flowers we brought along filled most of the entire hallway. "I realized I didn't know what your favorite flower was. So I just had them bring almost all the different types."

I held a bouquet of red roses in my own hand. And giggling the way I loved so much, Nicole stepped forward and took them from me. "Thank you. Red roses always work for a date. And even more because you're the one holding them."

I cocked my head. "No lilies? No orchids? We can put all the rest of these into your apartment."

"Oh, heavens no." Nicole looked around a little overwhelmed by the flora. "It's a grand gesture but maybe a little too grand for me."

"No problem. Are you ready to go?"

"Uh, I think so. I wasn't sure what to pack."

"Don't worry about it. The only thing I need you to bring is your passport."

"Passport? You're not actually taking me to Fiji."

In casual deadpan, I remarked, "Nah. No time to go there and back in just a coupla days. We'll do that next time."

I kept my face neutral and Nicole wondered how serious I was for just a second before she covered her mouth and giggled again. "Okay..."

I smiled. "But seriously, I do need you to bring your passport."

***

An hour later we were at a private airfield in Upstate New York. The limo drove straight into the hangar which was brilliantly lit inside against the night sky. We pulled up right to the unfolded staircase of the luxury Learjet, a red carpet already in place outside my door.

I stepped out and then helped Nicole, who kind of gawked at everything.

"Come, my princess. Your stallion awaits."

"It's certainly nicer than anything I've ever flown on before."

"Oh, no. The stallion is me."

She was giggling again and then we went up together and settled into our plush seats. Champagne was already set for us by the pretty, bleach-blonde flight attendant. I could see the driver working with the grounds crew to load our luggage through a window.

"Hey, before we take off," Nicole began, a little wary. "Didn't your father die in a private plane crash?"

I thought about that for a second. "Well, yes. But this is not that plane. Relax."

"Have you ever flown on a private plane before?" she asked.

"Uh, no. You?"

She shook her head.

"Hmm. Well, it's a first for both of us. And since there's a sliiight chance we could die, maybe we should get the sex part out of the way now."

Nicole laughed and punched my shoulder.

***

The flight was smooth and easy. It wouldn't take long. And although I did make an additional joke about introducing her to the Mile High club, Nicole waved off any chance of that by voicing her fears about the flight attendant coming into the cabin.

She still had no idea where we were going, and I wasn't telling. She would know in a couple of hours anyways.

And when we finally did land, the warm humidity in the night air outside and the obviously Caribbean customs officials waiting at the bottom of the stairs were a dead giveaway.

"The Bahamas? You brought me to the Bahamas?" Nicole asked.

I arched an eyebrow at her quick identification.

She shrugged and pointed. "I recognized the flag on his arm patch."

"Can't get anything past you. Consider it like going to Fiji, only a little closer."

We signed the proper paperwork and then piled into the Yellow Hummer H2 waiting for us. The customs officials left in their jeep.

Within a half an hour we arrived at a gorgeous cottage perched on the beach. It was its own gated compound with acres of empty land surrounding it. A smaller servants quarters was a few hundred yards away for our cook and cleaning staff. And with rich architecture and the full moon silhouette, the place looked like our own Garden of Eden. The air was perfect, the temperature comfortable despite the late hour, and everything was going grandly.

Nicole took one look at the ocean and whined, "You should have warned me. I didn't bring anything to wear."

"Don't worry," I reassured her. And the first thing we did upon entering into the cottage was open the closets. There were hundreds of neatly pressed clothes in there, brand new. "Keep whatever you want. They just bill us later."

She held up a particularly stunning sundress. "How did they know my size?"

"I'm not sure. Cassandra made the arrangements."

She flipped a bit more through the clothing, and then turned to me, "Why is everything either a teeny-bikini or a sheer see-thru fabric?"

I played dumb. "I dunno. Warm weather?"

She grinned, then pulled me into a hug and peck on the lips. "You're a pervert, you know that?"

"I'm anything you want. As long as I get to see you in one of those bikinis."

"Hmm, maybe I should NOT wear a bikini just to tease you."

"Naked? That works too."

She laughed, and then pulled me over to the bed. "Agreed." And then her tongue was tickling the back of my mouth while her arms gripped my shoulders. "Let's get naked."

***

SATURDAY

I'd have loved to say last night's lovemaking scaled the heights of passion. But the fact is, we were both tired from a long day and that close to midnight, neither of us were performing at our peak. Plus, I was rather wound up from not having cum since Wednesday. Still, it was beautiful, because it was Nicole.

Besides, we made up for it in the morning.

We woke up to a brilliant sunrise and then ate a ton of tropical fruit for breakfast. I go to see Nicole in a delightfully skimpy bikini that did wonders to push-up her cleavage. "If this wasn't a private beach, you'd never get me to wear this. I don't think I've ever worn something this tiny before!" she exclaimed.

Her 22-year-old body was in fine form, all tight musculature and pleasant curves. Her legs were lithe and still without traces of cellulite. And the top did a very nice job accenting her cleavage. With it's pastel blue color and her lightly tanned skin, I was momentarily reminded of the movie Into the Blue. We bodysurfed a bit and generally horsed around in the waves. And Nicole made me promise I'd take her snorkeling to see the turtles.

But the best part for me was when Nicole simply lay me down on the beach, yanked down my trunks, and fed upon me.

The morning sun was still climbing into the sky and it had not yet gotten too hot. At first she whined about the saltwater taste but as my moans started filling the air she got more and more aroused and more into blowing me.

In fact, she kept it up so long with slow, gentle licks that almost all the water evaporated off our bodies, leaving us dry save for the clumps of wet sand still clinging to our skin. Nicole was getting much better at oral sex, despite not having any specific teacher. She was just a natural, instinctively learning how to best please me. And after bringing me just a little too close to climax, I managed to take a minute breather while stopping to strip Nicole naked and then put her on top of me in a sixty-nine position so we could both experience the wonderful sensations.

Once again, I almost came, but Nicole backed away at the last moment, anticipating our future fun. Meanwhile, I titillated her pussy into a low, moaning climax so I could drink down her sweet fluids. In fact, after so much fruit and sugar, I think we both would taste very sweet indeed.

When she relaxed from her orgasm, she whispered, "John?"

"Yes, Nicole?"

"Make love to me," she begged.

"Always." I turned us over, gently spreading her legs beneath me while I brought up the hard tip of my cock to her wet folds. And as I gently parted her lips with my tongue, I parted her other set of lips and entered her. She moaned happily and then together we were rutting in the sand.

"Nicole. You are beautiful," I whispered.

"I love it when you say that," she smiled.

I lost track of time at that point. What I do know is that the high tide started coming in. At first the ocean just started licking at my feet. And as time went on it crept higher and higher up towards my knees and splashing Nicole as well. But I was too wrapped up in the heavenly ecstasy of lovemaking that nothing short of a nuclear bomb would incline me to exit Nicole's pussy.

She came twice, the second much more powerful than the first, and her constant cries of "yes, yes, yes!" were music to my ears. Our souls connected in that time of lovemaking. Nicole wasn't as flat-out gorgeous or voluptuously curvy or youthfully firm as my other lovers. But that sweet innocence in her heart melted me. Her playful intelligence stimulated me. And we had an unexplainable chemistry that bonded us together.

So when she came that second time, she gasped out, "Oh, John! I love you!"

The next wave came up and splashed all the way up against my back, splattering over my shoulders and into the air around me. And that was the moment when my hips drove forth and I was cumming, pouring out my liquid love deep inside of this beautiful woman, physically expressing the joy of my heart.

We came and we came and we clenched together. And in the end we were laughing uncontrollably as the water kept splashing our heated bodies. She rolled us over and then I rolled her and we were frolicking in our nakedness, absolutely giddy in our love.

Our swimsuits had disappeared, no doubt consumed by the ocean. Neither of us even cared. We walked back to the cottage, proudly nude and happy to be together. I already had my next plan in mind: A quick shower and a trip to the huge bed to continue exploring ways of bringing each other to the greatest heights of orgasm.

Snorkeling with the turtles would have to wait until the afternoon.

***

SUNDAY

Nicole had already spent half of last night conducting her little experiment. And I feared it would eventually wreak havoc on my intestinal system. Three times last night she forced me to gorge myself on one particular fruit, and a different fruit each of the three times. And some time after I'd finished and allowed it to metabolize, Nicole sucked my dick into her mouth and then blew me to completion.

Three times I came inside her talented oral orifice. Three times I painted her tonsils with my sticky, hot cum, save for the occasional stray shot that splattered against her face or tits (usually at my direction). And in the end she proclaimed that the pineapple tasted the best, at least to her.

And now, with a new morning rising, Nicole was at it again. Mangoes were the current fruit of choice. But after two minutes of her blowing me, I couldn't handle it anymore. I flipped Nicole onto her back, ripped her sheer sundress in half, and proceeded to fuck her within an inch of her life.

By the end, Nicole's entire body was covered in sweat as she panted in exhaustion after her fourth climax. And at the last moment, I pulled out, crammed my meat into her mouth, and let fly with a healthy load of mango-laced sperm.

She couldn't decide if the flavor was necessarily better than pineapple. Especially since my cock was coated with her orgasmic fluids and thus tainted by her own fruit consumption. But at the very least, I convinced her that my methodology could be a lot more fun.

Sadly, after two nights and two days of frolicking in the pristine waters of a secluded Bahamian beach, much of the time wearing next to nothing, we eventually had to return home.

On the private flight back to New York, I spoke with the flight attendant and she gave us our privacy for a good hour. And then I was able to induct Nicole into the Mile High Club.

***

MONDAY

I awoke Monday morning in a happy mood, inspired by a pleasant dream of Nicole. She was so sweet, so innocent. And I had an innate trust that she wasn't after my money.

I stared at the ceiling, exhaling and then breathing deeply as my body slowly booted up for the day. And with a lazy arm I reached out to my left with a pang of loneliness, reaching for the empty pillow where I wished Nicole had spent the night with me.

Unfortunately, work beckoned to her. She still had a life beyond me and could ill- afford to sit around at home like me. Intellectually, I knew it was for the best. And so like any dating couple I kissed her goodbye at her door last night and then returned home.

So I reached out, fully expecting to feel the cold fabric of the pillow Nicole SHOULD have been on. Then my left hand hit a warm object. Immediately I glanced over that way and my eyes flew open seeing Kaitlyn's smiling face waiting for me.

"Morning, John!" she cheered. And now that I was awake she slid across from her position under the sheets and molded her fully naked body against my side. One hand slipped beneath my shorts and circled around my morning erection, made even harder by my dreaming of Nicole.

"Kaitlyn, what are you doing here?" And then I let out a low groan as she began to stroke me.

"I'm your mistress, remember? This is what we do! Besides, you don't look like you want me to stop." Her grin was playful and infectious.

I chuckled half-involuntarily, a nervous chuckle at tha