0 comments/ 15749 views/ 4 favorites Ride On Shooting Star By: papershotglass To my defense, when I had entered that bar that night with my friends, I didn't know the true purpose behind the shady looking place and to this day, wish someone could have at least told me. Warned me of my impending doom, not so much. Just told me what this place was behind the smoke and mirrors. To me, it looked like a crappy bar that was off the beaten path that boasted of exotic drinks for dirt cheap. Of course, I'm a strictly beer kind of guy, but my friend Dave had insisted that this bar was the place to be, not only for the drinks, but the beautiful women and that's why I went. The place was smoky and Dave had failed to mention that a large section of it was cut off for dancing, but I had little to complain about. Every woman was extremely beautiful in her own right, from the tall African queens that displayed their curving bodies to full show, to the petite pale princess who gleefully flashed her breasts and giggled when the men roared with approval. I took a swig from my beer with a shit-eating grin on my face. No, I couldn't object to the amount of beautiful women here. Especially the half naked women that were in large amounts, dressed from intricate lace corsets, panties and garters to see through cloth and heels and only. However, half into the night, one of the few men I had seen in the bar had sat down next to me at a stool and started to talk. A lot. I took a blurry look at him - I might have been on his fifth beer or so and tried to focus on his face. The man looked foreign, exotic, but old. His skin was wrinkled and thin-looking, like crushed tissue paper and his hands shook when they sat in his lap, one hand clasping and unclasping a fist every so often. He was dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, unwrinkled and looking as if he had just put the suit on rather than had it on all day and then went to this skuzzy bar. Over the blaring music, I wasn't exactly sure what the old man was saying, so I kept nodding. He would say something and I would take a swig of beer and nod. "Is that so?" I would roar over the music. He would nod and say something else. "You don't say." This awkward one sided conversation continued for several minutes, and before I knew it, the man had leapt off his chair, was clapping his hands, laughing and shaking my hands, yammering off in a language I now knew he never could understand and smiling. Then, he was gone, leaving me to my beers and exotic dancing women. Of course, that was where my memory blacked out. *** When I came to, I was laying in a bed that was definitely not my own. The sheets were silky against my bare back, I noticed first. I gingerly sat up, rubbing my aching head and taking in the room. The walls were painted red with tasteful art decorating the place every couple spaces between high windows draped with sheer linen cloth and cream silk. Flowers of all kinds of white and creams were sitting in vases around the overly large bedroom, from the sitting room near the windows that appears to be doors to outside balconies, to beside the bed on the nightstand. The carpet was pure white as well as the curtain drapes that acted as a canopy shade in the giant bed I was currently in. Right in front of me was the door that opened almost the moment I woke up with a killer hangover and the ancient man, followed by two other men in black suits wearing those clichéd sunglasses came in. "Ah, I see you're awake." "You can speak English," I accused. He smiled wryly. "Yes, I can as you can hear. Now," he sat down in a chair to my far off right near one of the tall windows. The bodyguards didn't move from their spot at the door and I suddenly felt very nervous. This was quickly becoming like a bad episode of Law and Order. "I have a proposition that you may have agreed to drunkenly, but I want from you again sober and understanding me." I frowned. "What is it?" He smiled more. "I am the owner of a rather large company - I won't bore you with the name or such and I seem to have this," he paused, attempting to find the word to put it delicately. "Problem. You see, I'm getting old," "No, really?" I interrupted sarcastically. "And I'm just not able to do the things I used to do anymore. What's more, I just bought my grandson a very large and expensive gift and what does the little bastard do? Come out of the closet." He tsked, shaking his head. "Damn shame, since it is all paid and bought for and I can't return the gift." I raised a brow, waiting for him to mention where I came in. "So you see, I need your help and will pay you handsomely for your troubles." "What did you buy your grandson?" He chuckled. "Why, the ultimate male dream." I frowned. Ultimate male dream? "Never having to work again?" "No." "Money?" "No - he has plenty of that already." I opened my mouth on my next suggestion and closed it. No. Surely not. He couldn't have done that. The old man smiled enigmatically and nodded his head. "Yes, yes. A harem." I stared. Could he even do that? "Well, technically, I paid the girls to be his girlfriends in public. In reality, the girls more than willingly left their homes in pursuit of more pleasurable, and richer roads and that lead to my home. But, as I said before," he sighed dramatically. "My grandson decided then that it was the perfect time to come out of the closet and decide he liked sleeping with men instead of women." "You appear disappointed only for the sake of what you bought him. Most grandparents would be more outraged than this." He smiled. "Oh, I'm not. I had an inkling he might be gay, but I fortunately had the foresight to make him sign over his sperm for heirs when the time came. Other than that, as long as he continues to run the company magnificently, I have no problems who he's sleeping with at night. So," he looked at me with suddenly shrewd eyes. "Do we have a deal?" "What would I be doing?" I countered. This whole deal stank of illegal. "Well, I will assign two girls to you as your own and the rest, you simply service to make them all happy." "You're turning me into a sex slave?" I asked, aghast. He waved a hand. "Of course not. You can reject any girl you wish, but I do wish you would be sure to make a certain amount happy every night. I can't pay all of you men to sit around when there are girls in need of attention." "Is this even legal?" I argued. Honestly, it had to be too good to be true. He raised a brow. "Of course it is. I don't pay the girls or you for sex. I simply pay for food, housing, clothes and any other expense you and everyone else may incur. If you wish to turn this building into one giant library or symposium to debate Japanese literature, then by all means, do so. I am simply relating to you the wishes of the women who currently are in residence here and that is happiness only a man, or another woman can provide." I sat on the bed, staring at the sheets. "My job?" "You can request to work from home or you quit." "Family?" "No reason why you can't continue to see or ignore them." I stared again at the sheets. It was so tempting. Paid to do nothing but pleasure? "What would I do instead? I won't sit around." "If you wish to gain another degree part time, that is fine. If you wish to work from here, that is fine as well. As long as it does not interfere." "And when I want to leave?" "I will show you the door." I thought long and hard now. While I was almost done paying off my college debt, I could use the money and it appeared that it wasn't slavery, just a man who was a sick pervert and didn't want to cast out a bunch of women on the streets after finding out his grandson preferred cock. It was almost like he was Hef, but much more hardcore. And I would have two women of my own and I hadn't been laid in months... "Okay. I'll try this out for awhile." The old man smiled enigmatically. "Very good." *** I had gone to take a shower after that fateful conversation and when I had opened the door, a blonde was sitting on my bed, legs open and masturbating furiously. I didn't want to spoil her fun and instead opted to watch her as soon as I got over my exteme shock. She was tan with a slight smattering of freckles all over her body and her hair, as golden as a buttercup, was long and curly around her voluptuous waist. The thing I noticed first however, besides her fingers dipping into her glistening pussy, was her generous breasts. They were almost perfect, despite their very large size, as she massaged one breast, moaning loudly as her fingers dipped in and out of herself, fast and furious for several minutes, then slow and steady as she squirmed and writhed with pleasure. The hard on I got just watching her was painful as I began to massage my cock, moving up and down, wishing I was those fingers dipping in. She stopped suddenly. "I thought I would give you a surprise, but if you aren't interested," she drawled in a slight southern accent. I stepped out from behind the door, my hand around my cock and watching her with an arrogant look, daring her to say anything about my peeping. She licked her lips hungrily. "I would introduce myself but," she looked down sheepishly at the fingers imbedded in herself. "I really, really need you to fuck me." "I try not to fuck girls whose names I don't know," I watched her begin to play with herself again. Was this a wet dream or reality? I couldn't tell, or care. She moaned softly when she inserted another finger into herself. "Mmm. And if I tell you my name, will you fuck me hard?" I couldn't look away from her fingers going in and out of her pussy. It appeared she had something down there pierced, a lip, a clit, and it was sparkling with her juices every time she would retreat her fingers, only to shove them back in again. She adjusted her hips, spreading out her legs wider and pressed another finger in with her original two, moaning and shivering with excitement at the extra penetration. The hand clutching her breast tightened and she tweaked a nipple, shrieking and moaning again as her head fell back, her hair moving on the silk pillow behind her head. I found myself grasping my cock and rubbing it hard. "I might," I choked. "Salue," she cried out and I was on her like a hungry beast, kissing her hard. She moaned into my mouth, her hand switching from her pussy to my cock and rubbing it as she jabbed her tongue into my mouth needily, sucking on my lips and gasping. Her hips undulated against mine, silently demanding that I fill her, but I wanted to tease her into a frenzy, make her mad for me. I grasped a breast, the weight overflowing in my hand and kissed her neck, sucking on the skin and licking away the pleasure, moving my lips to her collarbone and to the valley of her breasts. She moaned her disappointment, stroking my cock harder, when I avoided her sensitive nipples and licked the underside of her breast and where her back meet the glorious globes, finally moving to grasp a nipple in my mouth and suck hard. She shrieked her joy and pressed her hips against mine, wrapping her legs around me and trying to adjust my hard cock into her, but I avoided her yet again. She was shaking by the time I moved to her other breast, and screaming when I kissed down her belly, grasping her ass in my hands when I spread her legs wide and sucked her jeweled pierced clit and tugged on the piercing with my teeth. "Ah, fuck me! Fuck me now! I want your fat cock in me!" she screamed, dragging her hands through my hair and tugging when I found a particularly sensitive spot. I finally obliged and instead of thrusting home in one sharp plunge, I took my time while I was still licking her pussy, opening her lips and sucking on them before finally standing up, my cock placed ready. She was more than ready, if the amount of juice I had tasted on her was proof enough. Her thighs were coated with her sweet-smelling arousal and her lips and clit were glistening with need. I inserted the head of my cock in her entrance and she moaned, throwing her head back and trying to push forward. I withdrew and she growled with frustration, sighing happily when I pushed in an inch. I withdrew completely again and she nearly cried out from the loss. This process continued until I was seated home and we both were close to climaxing, shivering and trying to hold back. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against me and nipped at my ear. "Fuck me hard," she purred. I couldn't speak, the sensation of her tight pussy wrapping around me like hot wet velvet was too much. I could only grunt as I withdrew as much as I was willing to part with and slammed home. She cried out and I repeated the action. Over and over, my cock slid in and out of her heat as she clawed at me, the sheets, anything within reach. Again and again, I watched my cock disappear into her heat, only to appear glistening with her juices. It would disappear, embedding deep in her tightness and appear again, over and over. Her pierced clit was warm to the touch, countering to the heat of the rest of her skin that was glistening with sweat. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed in the large room and the smell of sweat and sex perfumed the air as she screamed, moaned and cried out, grasping her breasts and talking dirty. "Mmm, your fat cock is in me - uhh! Do you like that, huh? Mm, my little pussy around your cock? Fuck my little pussy, fuck it hard!" I cried out as I felt her tighten around me in her climax and felt her muscles drain my cock dry of everything completely. I collapsed onto her sweating cooling body, panting heavily for several minutes before I could roll off of her. I watched her dip a finger into herself, a mixture of me and her and lick it with a long tongue before moaning softly. "Mm. I bet your other girl would love a taste of this. Should I bring her in?" I think I might like this job. *** Thank you for all your comments in past stories - I hope you like this new series I have planned (don't worry - I plan to continue the other one) and please be sure to vote and leave comments. Yes, precious, precious comments... Happy wet dreams. Ride On Shooting Star Ch. 02 Still cooling from our first hard fucking, Salue was ready to go again when she asked for my "services" again. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it just yet and could barely move, I was so content. Salue, it seemed, had hungrier appetites than I did, or at least could revive quicker than I could. "Get up," she demanded. Those beautiful breasts bounced when she put her hands on her hips. She was on her knees, kneeling over my nearly dead body. "Can't," I muttered into the pillow. She reached for me, but withdrew when a wicked smile grew across her freckled face. "If you won't get up, I'll bring in Mizuki." "As long as Mizuki isn't a big black man with a taste for white ass, I'm not getting up." She stared at me for several seconds before throwing her head back, laughing hard. She bent over on the bed, clutching her belly and looking at me several times before bursting into laughter again. Finally, wiping the tears away from her eyes, she calmed. "No, Mizuki is your other permanent girl." "You're pretty accepting of this whole harem/girlfriend thing, aren't you?" She huffed. "Why not? I get fucked all day long by a guy with a big cock, pay off college and can get my masters." "Your masters?" I tried not to glow at the big cock comment. I really did. "In psychology. I want to help people." It appeared Salue was not only a nymphomaniac with a potty mouth, but she apparently had a good side. "Anyway," she drawled. "If you won't fuck me now, I'm going to have fun with someone else." "Have fun," I mumbled, rolling over. She sniffed delicately and picked up the phone near the bed on the nightstand. It seemed almost instant that someone knocked at the door and Salue was squealing with delight, leaping off the bed and answering it. I curiously looked up after rolling back on my back and was astounded by yet another example of the selection of women from the dirty old man. He really had good taste. Mizuki was the polar opposite of Salue. Mizuki looked like a delicate Japanese doll, with long silky black hair, pale skin and dark eyes. Dressed in a white robe, she looked the image of innocence as long legs peeked out from her clothes, gliding elegantly across the room to the seat of the bed. She sat down and I could see the red of her full lips out of the corner of my eye. While she was no where nearly as busty as her sunny counterpart (I doubt anyone could be), her breasts were larger than most Asian women's and perky. I could feel my cock stirring with renewed interest at the idea of this beautiful exotic woman with Salue and with me. The mixture of hot passion with sweet innocence was intriguing. "Good evening Phel," she murmured, her voice sweet and low. "Ah, your name is Phel?" Salue asked, surprised. I glared at her. "It's clear you don't ask for names." She glared back, crossing her arms beneath her generous naked breasts. "I thought it was Astrophel." "It is. But Astrophel sounds like some weird lube, so I go by Phel." Mizuki chuckled and Salue smiled. "Well," she began with an arrogant smile, looking meaningfully at Mizuki. "If you're too tired to fuck me again, I think Mizuki and I can think of things to do." I raised a brow. "You're bi?" "Who isn't?" she countered. "A lot of people," I replied dryly. She smiled and placed an arm around Mizuki's robe, lowering it so I could see a peek of her pink nipple, which was hard with arousal. "Well, I am," she purred. Apparently, Mizuki had a taste for both sexes as well. Salue turned her around and began to lower her robe to her waist, kissing her chest with small pecks. Mizuki moaned softly, squirming on the bed. I didn't dare move as I watched this new scene unfold. I had seen plenty of women making out and having sex - but that was on porn tapes, not in real life. In real life, I had seen maybe twice two girls kiss, and it was just a quick peck to cock tease a room full of drunk men. This was much better. Finally, Salue had Mizuki's robe off and she was perfectly nude. Her stomach was flat and her legs were as long as I had thought they were upon first glimpsing them when she moved. Her pussy wasn't perfectly shaved like Salue's but trimmed - yet another contrast to her lover. Salue laid her on the bed - this bed had to be two king sized beds pushed together, so it was more than enough room for me to be far enough away to observe comfortably and give them plenty of room to go at it - and paused, getting up from her spot and going to the closet and returning with a bag, laying it at the footrest on front of the bed. She chuckled at Mizuki's confused expression and offered no explanation, instead moving to her side and kissing her softly and sweetly, grasping a breast in hand and massaging it before tweaking a nipple. Mizuki gasped, moaning softly and pressed herself closer, wrapping her arms around Salue's neck and kissed back, shyly licking her lips with her tongue. Before long, Salue moved a hand down to Mizuki's pussy, rubbing her clit lightly as their kiss grew more passionate, each breathing heavily as they nipped at each other, licking and sucking on skin and lips. She cried out and arched her back into her touch, writhing and eagerly sucking on the fingers she slipped into her mouth, Salue now sucking on her perky breasts, moving from one nippled to the other. My cock was hard, watching this scene as Salue slipped two fingers into Mizuki's pussy and withdrew them, licking her fingers of her glistening juices. Taking her hand out of Mizuki's mouth, she reached to the side and pulled out a purple vibrator shaped with painstaking detail of a penis, right down to the veins and turned it on with a devilish grin as it buzzed quietly. Mizuki cried out in protest, but they fell on deaf ears as Salue applied the vibrator to her clit, making her arch her back in extreme pleasure, screaming and crying out for more. The vibrator began to glisten and shine under Salue's ministrations and she inserted the realistic head into Mizuki with a single surprising push. She cried out and thrashed on the bed, grasping her breasts in her hands and widening her legs. "Ah, no my pet. I can't let you fuck this little piece of plastic and come on it when there's a perfectly willing man with a huge cock right here." Mizuki looked at me with passion darkened eyes, watching me with a discerning eye that was curious and lustful. I more than met her approval. "But you have to suck his cock," Salue smiled. Mizuki smiled back and crawled across the bed erotically, her breasts swaying with each movement before she ripped the covered away from me, uncovering my half hard cock. "Mm, he looks very big," she sighed happily, attempting to wrap a delicate hand around the base and finding the fingers not meeting. She cooed with excitement and began to lick the head, massaging my balls with an expert hand. I stared with shock at the sight of the demure innocent giving me a blow job and looked incredulously at Salue, who was sucking on the head of the vibrator with a wicked look in her blue eyes. She grinned at me and shoved the head into Mizuki's wet pussy, who screamed around my cock but began to suck eagerly on the rest of it. "That's right slut, suck him while you fuck plastic. Suck his cock," she purred, watching Mizuki's ass sway side to side and beg for more. Her lips were heaven around my cock, licking at first shyly before she began to suck on the head, moving a warm hand around the base as the other continued to play with my balls, scratching the skin lightly with her nails. I shivered as she began to suck more and more of me into her mouth, tiny dimples appearing in her cheeks as she sucked and applied her tongue to the underside. She was moaning softly as Salue continued to push the head in and out of her wet pussy, which was making sopping wet noises at this point. The blonde smiled and removed the vibrator and applied her mouth, drinking in her juices. Mizuki removed her mouth from my cock to scream out loud, but then moved to attack her new oral fixation with vengeance, licking hard and sucking on the head like it was a popsicle that had a few drops of sugar juice left in it. I groaned and felt my head throw back, unsure how long I could hold out before Salue dragged Mizuki away from me, kissing her passionately from behind. She moaned into her lover's mouth, grinding her pussy against the blonde's thigh with need. "Mm, he tastes so good on you. You want his cock in your little pussy, don't you?" "Ah, yes! Yes! I want it!" "Want who? Want what?" "Phel's cock! Please-" Salue smiled and pressed her stomach onto the bed, her thighs wide and her pussy glistening with arousal. Somehow, I got the feeling Salue was playing with all of us. "Mm, spread your little thighs wider Mizuki. That's it," she began to finger her again, testing her wetness and slipped her finger into her mouth, sucking on it greedily. "That's how you taste you little slut. I bet you want his cock in there, don't you?" she teased, taking my cock head and brushing it against her slit. Mizuki moaned and attempted to press it into herself, but Salue wouldn't have it and moved it away from her needy hips. "Say it." "Please-" "To him!" Mizuki looked at me and moved her hands to her ass, spreading the cheeks wide and showing off her perfect pussy and asshole. "Please fuck me," she begged. I could see Salue smile as she grasped my cock and shoved me into her. She screamed and shivered and the sensation of her too-tight pussy around my cock was too much. I began to thrust up into her mindlessly, lost in the sensation of her wrapped around me as I continued to move hard into her, the slap of flesh on flesh loud as my balls bounced against her hard with each plunge of my cock into her. I leaned down and began to play with her breasts, my cock going even deeper into her as my hands were filled with her breasts, her nipples hard against my palm. She was moaning, screaming and shivering with each thrust, begging for more, begging for it to be harder, begging for me to never stop. Salue smiled and leaned back, in front of Mizuki, spreading her legs wide and moving her hand down to spread her pussy lips open for her. "Lick my pussy you little slut," Salue commanded and she eagerly set to work, licking deeply of all the cum I had left in her and swallowing greedily, moaning at the taste as I continued to fuck her, lost in the sensation of her and the image of the girl I was fucking going down on another hot girl who was moaning, grasping her breasts in her hands and talking dirty again. "Ah, fuck her! That's right, bruise that little pussy of hers. You want it, don't you?" She screamed as she climaxed, watching Mizuki cry out with her own orgasm, causing my own. I thought Salue had taken every last drop from me - I was wrong. Mizuki took everything else as she milked me for what I was worth, my seed dripping out of her tight pussy and smearing across her milky-white thighs as I withdrew my softening cock out of her with a pop. Mizuki lay panting before getting up to collapse at my side with exhaustion, curling close to me. Salue crawled across the bed and curled to my other side with a satisfied smile. "Mm, if this is what every night is going to be, I'm going to enjoy you Phel." Salue purred. Mizuki smiled against my arm. "Mm, I can't wait either." *** Will write more for comments and awesome scores. See you next chapter!