The Labor Day Concert: Day 3
mc; drug; fg+; ff; mf; Mdom; mdom; oral; mast; anal
I opened my eyes, blinking in a futile attempt to detect any light in the room. The drapes worked well in shrouding the room from the outside lights. The clock displayed the only illumination with its digits indicating a few minutes after four. The dim glow allowed me to make out the naked form slumbering next to me. Even in the muted light, Dot Cummings was beautiful.
My first inclination was to cuddle up with her. My bladder, however, had a different agenda. So I rolled away from the sleeping teen, inching away to not wake her. After successfully planting my feet on the plush rug, I crept out of the room and into the bath.
Once relieved, I returned to the dark room and found a huge surprise. The bed held not one, not two, but three naked bodies lying there. The two newer arrivals giggled softly while feigning sleep.
I crawled onto the bigger empty region and located one of my charges, I guessed April by smell and touch. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Where did you two come from?"
"We missed you, Uncle Dave," the eleven-year-old whispered. She scooted back into me, grinding her cute little ass into my groin. "That feels so inviting."
"Oh yeah."
"Besides, I did win a night with you, Uncle Dave." April reached behind her, feeling around until she located my hand. She squeezed it and dragged it around her waist, letting my hand fall between her separated thighs. "Touch me," she ordered.
Though she was under my control, I followed her offer. My fingers sought out her feminine mystique. Once I made contact, I softly stroked her love button.
While April and I spooned, we fell asleep to the sound of her faint moan.
Giggles and whispering, growing louder little by little. Along with the bright sunlight streaming into the once dark room, my body stirred. "Good morning, Uncle Dave," said the chorus of three nymphs.
The two firedogs sat with my newest lover between them. April massaged Dot's left tit while Julee kneaded the right. The teen actress tried to keep her eyes from fluttering as my girls stimulated her. I waited until they had her on edge.
"Firedogs, bring her off with your mouths." The girls shifted with April remaining with the top and Julee taking the pussy. The girls licked and sucked together as they brought our famous guest to a climax. I smiled as the three hugged each other.
Giving them time alone, I pulled on my last clean pair of boxers and retreated to the sitting area. I read about ten pages before three topless girls joined me. April planted her panty-covered ass in my lap while the other two sat on either side.
"Good morning, Dave," said Dot as she brushed my cheek. "That was the best night I've ever spent on tour." She gazed into my eyes. "I dreamed I did that every night with you."
"My little asp, you will forget me after this weekend. However, you will remember how you felt about me and seek it out in your lovers."
Dot leaned in and kissed me. "Just so I don’t forget to say it, thank you for everything."
I smiled at the girl, not saying another word. This was the hard part, letting the girl return to the real world, oblivious to the intimacy between us.
"So why are you two here while Lilah isn't?" I asked.
"It's a long story," said Julee. "I'll let April tell you. She's a better storyteller and a little less star struck."
"Well?" I asked as I held the girl close to me.
"All right, " said the preteen, settling in on my lap. "Let's see, I think you left after the fireworks started. I'll begin there. Everybody was enjoying the display…"
After you gave us your orders to only obey you, Julee and Lilah and I joined the others at the balcony window. With the drapes pulled back, we sat on the floor and watched the rockets bursting into flowers and wheels over the water. Most everyone sat mesmerized by the flashes for the twenty minutes or so they fired off.
I faked being interested, fireworks were never a fascination for me. I'm not a big bang kind of girl. It was nice being shielded by the glass windows from the sound. Anyway, while the others gawked, I snuck peeks around the room. To a girl, their eyes glazed over as the display went on. By the time the finale went off, they all looked catatonic. Even Julee.
The other interesting thing was Troy walking around the girls, stopping to touch them. Sometimes he would squat down and fondle their titties. For me, he simply stared for a moment before he moved on.
At the end, with the girls still transfixed on the last sparks falling, he drew the drapes closed. He then said, "Stand up. We are going to play a game like Simon Says. Only I call it Troy Tells You. If I say 'Troy Tells You to stand up', you would stand up. But if I don't say 'Troy Tells You', ignore the order. Say yes if you understand."
I almost said yes, but realized it was a test. When no one said anything, he rephrased his command. "Troy Tells You to say yes if you understand." Everyone chimed in with "Yes."
He then led a spirited game, trying to trick anyone not fully under his control. Julee got caught in one of his complicated orders as did three other girls and two moms. They ended up needing to chug another glass of his punch. After two or three mistakes, Troy became satisfied that we all were following his every whim.
"Troy Tells You to remove your clothes." We stripped out of the sundresses you bought us, Uncle Dave, while the others removed any shirts and tops along with shorts and skirts. Most of the girls stood there just in panties. Any not bare-chested, he unhooked their bra or removed their camisole. Troy exiled the moms to the couches along with those of us flat-chested. He then meandered between the remaining girls, keeping only four with him while the others joined the initial rejects. Julee sat with me and the mom while Lilah remained with the three chosen girls. She practically glowed with his decision.
Troy had the four girls he picked set up the open area with a ton of towels, two or three layers deep while he stripped down to his boxers. The girls paired off, lying in each other's arms while we surrounded them in a circle. They began kissing and petting. All the time Troy circled us, encouraging us to finger ourselves, or the person next to us.
Even with your command on my mind, it was impossible not to follow his orders. My hand had a mind of its own and a lust I had to satisfy.
Troy barked out his orders as he checked out the ring of observers. I think he was trying to see if anyone made eye contact with him and not faking their state. When he seemed satisfied everyone was staring at the foursome in the center, he parted two masturbating girls across from me and entered the circle.
"Troy Tells You to rise my love slaves and adore your hero before you." The girls in the center stopped their kissing and stood there, their hands clasped behind their butts. Troy examined each, paying close attention to their tits and butts. He stroked Lilah's hair, saying how soft it was. I thought for a moment she had her dream lover ready to choose her.
Instead he stepped to the next pair, taking the chin the girl had shyly dipped. As he lifted it, he asked, "What is your name, nymphet?"
"Cassie, Master," she replied almost choking on the words. I thought her a year or two older than Lilah. Her tits were bigger and well-rounded and her pussy had the remnants of hair someone had tried to shave off. But of all the other girls, I'd have wanted to fuck her too.
"You have the beauty of Helen," he continued, "But also the demure attitude of a nymph. I take you as my first lover of this night." Releasing her chin, he turned to Lilah and her partner. "Prepare my loins for my mission."
The unchosen pair knelt at his feet and stripped him of his boxers. I almost laughed and had to bite my tongue. Troy was certainly no god and barely qualified as a hero. From what I've heard and seen, he was average at best and I'd be generous if I said more. The moment destroyed all my ideas of actors being larger than life.
While Lilah and her friend licked him to a respectable position, the other two resumed their places lying on the towels. Cassie spread her legs and had her pussy get wetter and wetter thanks to a very enthusiastic mouth or her partner.
With Troy ready, he motioned the second girl out of the way. "Troy Tells You to prepare for my invasion," he said. "All others, serenade us with the moans of pleasure as you finger yourself to orgasm." Without another word, he mounted a willing and ready Cassie.
He began with just a gentle motion, but he picked up speed as the sight encouraged us onlookers. He became more forceful with his fucking as did our masturbation. Then, as if on cue, he let out a groan, and we all climaxed together.
Were it not for his mix tape playing in the background, the room would have been dead quiet. All of us collapsed from the group release of sexual energy. That mood lasted a few minutes until our host stirred again.
"Troy Tells You, woman, care for your daughter," he said as he rolled away from Cassie. The mother next to me rose and helped her daughter to her feet. The two headed for the master bedroom on four unsteady feet.
"Happy fifteenth birthday," called out Troy as the pair disappeared. "And may your new daughter find favor with the gods." He then turned to us. "To you remaining, rest and regain your strength. The evening is still young."
We stayed like that for some time, I lost track of exactly how much. I think the entire group was exhausted. Troy chose three of the older teens who weren't as spent, and they passed out glasses of punch to everybody else. I figured the liquid was tainted, but at that point, didn't care. I needed something to put in my parched mouth and quivering body.
If it was spiked, I couldn’t tell. It did rejuvenate me though. Then I peeked over at Julee, and she winked back. I took that as a sign she survived that first round of activity.
While we recuperated, Troy rolled an ottoman into the circle and covered it with more towels. He turned to Cassie's former lover and said, "Troy Tells You to speak, slave. What is your name?"
"Minnie. I mean Minerva. Yes, it is Minerva, Master." The girl with her pixie cut auburn hair quaked as she spoke. I figured she was also older than us, just from the nicely curved body and plump butt. Her tits weren't much bigger than Julee's, but had long, firm nipples extending out.
"Troy Tells You to assume your position on the bench while the other two prepare me again." Troy gestured to the chosen pair. Lilah and her partner began fluffing him back to life. When he pushed them aside, Lilah took the place next to me where Cassie's mom occupied. I held her hand as Troy mounted the second girl from behind.
I couldn't tell if he found her dripping pussy, or invaded her unsuspecting butt. She tensed for a moment before grabbing the sides of the footstool and holding on for dear life. Troy gave no verbal instructions to her, but we all knew what he intended. I held Lilah's free hand tightly as we diddled ourselves while watching his vicious actions. "Take my Trojan Horse-Cock," he finally said with a snarl.
With this girl, he took longer. I spied several of the girls across from me trying to hold back from the brink, but succumbing to the inevitable. It was like watching dominoes tip over as one teen came followed by her neighbor. It circled around to me when Troy let out a huge grunt. That signaled to us few holdouts to release. And so we did.
And then I saw everything go dark.
"I see you liked April's story, Uncle Dave," said Julee as she stared at my boxers. Though not fully erect, my little head had ventured out of the fly opening. By then April had shifted on my lap to allow her to rub against my knee.
"You're not much better," I replied as both of my charges hand their fingers in their panties.
"We couldn't help ourselves," said my storyteller. "Just thinking about Troy makes us horny. You saw us watching him on the television. And last night he was in the room, just a few feet away."
"Well, don't let me stop you." April got off my knee and took a seat next to Julee. Looking into each other's eyes, their hands began moving again. While my two charges frigged themselves to a little relief, I glanced to the unaffected Dot. "You don't seem as taken with Troy."
The bare-chested actress shrugged which got a reaction to add to my already precarious condition. She smiled as I caught her peeking at me. To cover her feelings, she said, "Maybe it's because I'm around him all the time, but to me he's like my brother. Or perhaps it's being in the industry and needing to grant favors to people in power."
"Sorry," I said.
Again she shrugged, this time without the smile. At this rate I'd have to take my fourteen-year-old beauty back to my bedroom to get some relief. "I just wish I could have one night alone with him treating me like you did. In control, yet being tender toward me, as though I mattered."
Ignoring the conversation, my firedogs increased their intensity and came together. "Oh, wow," said Julee. "I never did that before. At least not outside my bedroom. Or for an audience."
April giggled between deep breaths. "Fun, wasn't it?"
We sat quietly while the girls recovered. When April appeared coherent, I asked, "So what became of Lilah?"
Julee and April exchanged glances. "Gee, I don't know Uncle Dave," said a sheepish April. "When we woke up, the floor of the suite had girls scattered everywhere, but Lilah wasn't there. To think about it, neither was Troy."
"At first we thought she might have drifted over here after being rejected," said Julee. "We knew how hard she took it not being chosen to be with her dream hunk. When we located our sundresses, hers wasn't around. I assumed she had it on."
"Perhaps we should get dressed and head across the hall to locate her. Then we can head downstairs for a good breakfast."
My girls put on their new sundresses once again. Best purchase ever. Dot stole my flowered shirt. With its long tails on her shorter torso, it would be confused for a beach wrap. She said she wanted to impart my smell on her body for a while longer. I had to settle for my old shirt and shorts I intended for traveling.
In the Commodore's Suite, we found two of the mothers trying to roust their slumbering teens. At first my presence had them worried, with all the naked teens spread around the room. I used the old "Don't worry, I'm a doctor" line to allay their fears. That said, the women returned to their task. However, the girls weren't alarmed in the least. In their groggy state, they might have fucked any male who entered the suite.
While I surveyed the girls in the common area, April and Julee checked in the master bedroom. After a minute, they reported back to me. "Just Troy sandwiched in bed with his cock in the Minnie girl and being spooned by Cassie. In the chair was Cassie's mother. All three are fast asleep."
"We're a bit jealous," said Julee. We all stared at her. "Well, that floor was kind of hard this morning."
"You weren't complaining about hard things last night," retorted April while making a jerking gesture at the girl. Julee blushed and then joined April in laughter.
"Found her," said Dot from the open door of the other bedroom. The three of us followed her inside to find our missing girl. Lilah was spread eagle on the bed with her fellow chosen partner lying between her legs with her head resting on Lilah's bare thigh. Both girls were fast asleep.
"I wonder what they were doing," pondered April.
"I'm pretty sure she was being…" started Dot only to be greeted by a round of giggles from my pair. "Oh, you knew that already."
I stepped to Lilah's side and whispered in her ear. "Wake up, Firedog."
"Uncle Dave!" exclaimed the girl as she startled. Lilah sat up abruptly, enough to jostle her lover. The other girl responded with a "too early" comment before resuming her slumber.
After shaking the cobwebs from her brain, Lilah gently pulled herself from under her lover and rolled off the bed. While she did so, April and Julee returned to the other room in search of the elusive sundress. Dot pulled a pair of panties and some white shorts from her drawer. The actress then sat on the edge of the bed and changed into the clean clothes.
I expected her to shoo me from the room or at least make me turn my head. Instead, she spread her legs and pointed her pussy right at me. She motioned for me to partake of its pleasure.
Reluctantly, I shook my head. As much as I wanted to, the time was wrong. "Maybe next time," I said, knowing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
My girls returned to the bedroom with the turquoise sundress, but with bad news. "We couldn't find your panties," said Julee.
"Here, take a pair of mine," said Dot. She pulled out another pair of plain white ones. "I know they don't match, but they're better than nothing."
Lilah took the underwear and gave the actress a kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Dot. You've been wonderful to us."
With our missing companion dressed, we snuck out of the suite and down to the lobby restaurant. On the way Dot grabbed her floppy straw hat and dark glasses. With my flowered shirt, her disguise made her look like a typical tourist.
The waitress escorted us to the private VIP room in the back. Set aside for important guests, the room allowed us to speak above a whisper. Lilah might have appreciated the lower volume, having a horrible hangover from the slumber party.
The girls were hungry, ravishingly so, and each ordered a full breakfast. I admire a growing girl with a healthy appetite. While they ate, the girls filled Lilah in on the party she barely remembered. In her altered state, she didn't recall anything after we walked through the door until we woke her in the bedroom.
"I can't believe I forgot the orgy," she said. "My one time with the boy I dream about and it's over."
As we commiserated, the door opened and in walked the devil. Troy pulled over a chair and groaned, "What a night." He caught the eye of the waitress and motioned her over. "Coffee, black and hot," he bellowed.
"Tough night?" I asked.
"Yeah." The he stared at me for several seconds. "Do I know you?"
"We're staying in the Captain's Suite."
"Oh, yeah," said the boy pointing his finger as he leaned back in his chair. He glanced around the table before staring at Lilah. "You look familiar too. Did we meet before?"
The girl clenched her teeth, and her eyes glared at the oblivious actor. His lack of recognition created a scorned and potentially vengeful woman. Seeing the reaction about to blow up, Dot said, "Pay him no attention. He forgets things all the time. Love 'em and leave 'em. That's his style."
"You tell her, Cressie," said her co-star. "How many times have I done that to you?"
The actress shook her head. "Too many."
Before any blood was spilt, the coffee arrived he drank it down. Only after a second and third cup, did our get-together calm down. "Did you enjoy the concert?" the actor asked.
"Yes," said April.
"Especially when Dot sang," added Julee.
Troy appeared confused, may needing a fourth cup. "Who the fuck is Dot?" When no one responded, and he thought for a second, he realized his own answer. "Oh, you mean Cressie. I call her that because, well, that's who I think of her as." Again, a pregnant pause before he continued. "Yeah, she did sound better than normal. How'd you do that?"
Dot blushed at the first compliment her co-star gave her in forever. "Dave gave me a suggestion that let me be more confident."
Troy stared at me as though I had magically appeared. "You did some mind game on her?"
I nodded. "You could call it that. I gave her a boost in confidence." I gave him a second to let the reality set in. "Sort of like you did with the girls at the party."
Blood drained from his face. "I…I don't know what you are talking about."
"April remembered everything that went on, from the spiked punch, to the game, and the orgy they participated in."
All of Troy's bravado disappeared. "No one ever remembers," he mumbled. "How the fuck did you?"
"The girls are under my control. April ignored your attempt."
Sweat beads broke out on the boy's brow. "What do you want? Money?"
I laughed. "I have more money than I know what to do with. No, I have two conditions for you to satisfy."
"I'll do anything."
I glanced at the actress. "You will treat Miss Dot Cummings with respect and follow her lead in your relationship." The actress nodded her agreement. "And as you carry more weight, you will protect her interests during your show."
"I agree," said the boy. "What else?"
I took Lilah's hand and offered it to the actor. "This young lady is your biggest fan, at least that I know of. And she was disappointed not to have been chosen last night as your lover. As we have several hours until we have to leave, and you have a similar opportunity available, I suggest you rectify the situation."
Troy scowled at me. "You want me to fuck her?"
"Yes. With the four of us as witnesses. It will be just like last night, only Lilah will remember the entire incident."
I could see his mind racing. "How is that better than you blackmailing me?"
"Lilah is under my control. While she will remember, she cannot relate it to anyone, not without my agreement. She will follow your commands. It's your choice."
Troy sat there with his hands squeezing his head, as though that would help. "All right. Give me ten minutes to get ready." He practically ran from the room.
"Thank you, Uncle Dave," said Lilah as she kissed me.
"We better get packed," I said. "But I have to wait for the check."
"It's on me," said Dot. "It's the least I could do for you, Dave. I might have Troy back, at least as a friend, and not just my forgetful brother."
After hastily gathering our clothes and other things from the Captain's Suite, I sent the girls across the hall while I checked out of the room. The reception desk took only a moment to finalize the bill. Then I returned in the private elevator.
When I walked into the Commodore's Suite, I realized I was the only one dressed. I quickly remedied that situation and took my place on the towels. I sat between April and Julee while Dot prepared Lilah's pussy. When it was sopping wet, the actress retreated to join us.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Sit on my lap," I ordered. She looked at my erection and knew what I wanted. While Julee held my cock, Dot lowered herself onto it. She flinched as the head invaded her ass, but continued until she could move no more. "Stay that way until you have permission to move."
Troy pranced in from the bedroom, his manhood undervalued by April. "Assume the position on the horse," he commanded. Lilah pressed her chest into the ottoman and wiggled her butt at the boy. I kept forgetting the girl was barely a teenager.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward him. By her reaction, I watched him reach the barrier and then tear through it. I had never witnessed the deflowering of a maiden by another before. For a moment I regretted not being part of the operation. But I knew her crush had made a lasting memory.
While Troy pumped into Lilah, Julee flopped over and began eating the impaled girl in my lap. Dot responded, her anal muscles contracting and releasing, squeezing me in the process. April joined in, kissing Dot above the waist.
I lost track of the other pair until Troy grunted and Lilah started to shake under his weight. As for me, I shot a fountain into my lover as she climaxed.
In a moment of consciousness, I envied Troy. Cressie would be his for the asking.
April woke us just before noon. We took a quick shower, separately, as we prepared to leave our new friends from the world of entertainment. As we said our goodbyes, I took Dot aside.
"I enjoyed you company," I said. "If you ever need anything, you have my number."
"I'm keeping your shirt," she said. "That way I'll always remember you, even when you're old and gray and I'm twenty."
I kissed the fourteen-year-old hard on the lips. "I release you from my control with the phrase 'Great Caesar's Ghost.' Now live long and enjoy every day." I set the girl back in a chair and snapped my fingers. She startled awake but not able to comprehend exactly what to do next.
"Take care of her, Troy."
He nodded and the four travelers departed the Commodore's Suite.
In the elevator, Lilah asked, "Uncle Dave, can we stop by the boutique so I can pick up some new panties?"
"We have time," I said. It would take my mind off the girl I left behind.
At the boutique, Andrea eagerly sold another pair of turquoise panties to us, along with another sundress set for each girl. My traveling companions insisted I replace the flowered shirt, which I did with one in forest green.
I gave Andrea my card and secretly ordered winter outfits for the girls and Autumn, promising to get her sizes in the future.
We had just enough time to make the train for the trip home. We did find out few people travel on the middle day of a three day weekend. That meant we had a car practically to ourselves.
With the two younger girls stretched out and asleep, I sat with Lilah. "How do you feel?" I asked.
"Sore, but satisfied." She smiled when she said that. "Uncle Dave, are you really going to keep me from telling about my first time?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry, but for everyone's well-being, I must. It keeps us from being in trouble with the law and others. But if you're like me, during your dreams you will relive those moments for years to come."
She glanced around, making sure no one could see us before kissing me. "Uncle Dave, I'm glad you brought me on this trip."
"My dear, I'm glad you came. I look forward to seeing more of you."
I squeezed her hand and closed my eyes. This was the best end of summer trip ever.
