The Love Of Money - Episode 224
01-08-25 (08:17)
She looked directly at me. Our eyes met, and we held
gazes for a long moment. What saw in her eyes chilled
my blood - lust. Unmistakable arousal was written all
over her face, and the only question on my mind was
what was causing it. Was she as attracted to Dillon as
Kelly had been? Was I keeping Erin on too tight a leash
by not allowing her a little more freedom to explore
with other men? The idea of doing that, though... for the
first time, I questioned whether or not I'd miscalculated
with my assistant.
Everyone else in the tub was utterly enraptured by the
performance. Rose's teasing movements had ceased,
Honey had leaned into Jonah, and both were watching
Erin intently. Kelly looked like she wanted to eat both
of them for dinner. Even Jessica was enraptured by the
sight of Erin. My Erin. My sexy, petite troublemaker.
Then Erin lifted herself back upright, holding my gaze
for a moment longer before looking away as she
brought her head back up and stared back down at her
current customer.' I couldn't see Erin's face anymore,
but I could still see enough. She placed a hand on either
side of Dillon's face and moved down, looking like she
was going to kiss him. Her slender fingers slid down
Dillon's face, then his neck, and to his chest, rubbing his
chest as she began to writhe back and forth across his
lap, her chest following in its wake to brush her tits
across his chest and bring her face enticingly close to
his.
Rose, cheek still pressed against mine, audibly gasped,
and I suddenly realized that as I watched Erin, my
fingers, resting on her mons, had attempted to clench
together. It had resulted in two of my curled fingers
having buried themselves inside the dancer's pussy. I
started to pull them free, but her thighs clamped down
on my hand.
She brought her plush lips to my ear and breathed,
"Don't you dare stop.
I complied, and she opened her legs for me, allowing
me to slide my fingers back into her pussy. She
hummed and pressed her ass back against me as I
worked my middle and index finger in and out of her.
My mind was barely on the woman in my lap; was too
focused on my assistant as she writhed in Dillon's lap.
She stretched one leg out to the side and swung it up,
rolling over so that she now sat on his legs but faced
the rest of the tub occupants. Her eyes immediately
tracked to mine, that mysterious expression written all
over her face as she leaned back against Dillon. He was
too busy looking down at her chest to notice anyone
else - Erin's breasts were high and proud as she thrust
her torso out, rolling it back and forth almost as if
influenced by one of the tub's jets.
Erin lifted one arm and wrapped it around Dillon's head
as she leaned her own back, similar to how Rose was
lying on me. Her cheek pressed to Dillon's as she slid
the hand across the back of his head and down his
jaw. The other hand was beneath the water as she
moved to the music, and as her fingertips brushed
Dillon's cheek, her other hand emerged from the water,
clutching her underwear.
My fingers began moving faster in and out of Rose's
cunt, and my hips ground back against Rose as we
basically dry-humped each other. I knew it was
hypocritical of me to have a problem with Erin being in
Dillon's lap when I had a smoking hot stripper sitting in
mine while I fingered her. That didn't change the fact
that I had a problem with it, though. I had grown
accustomed to having Erin at my beck and call... to be
there for me when I needed anything. She had been
mine, and now she was sitting on the lap of another
man, her cheek pressed to his... her naked ass grinding
against him. I didn't want her there anymore especially
when she turned her head to the side so that her lips
brushed his cheek before going to his ear.
What was she saying to him? What was she telling
him? Or... what was she doing to him? My imagination
ran wild - Erin's lips softly pressed to Dillon's ear,
suckling gently on the cartilage. Dillon could probably
hear her ragged breathing making him harder than he
probably already was. How could he not? Erin was a
goddess.
"You like her, don't you?" Rose whispered, her breath
coming in quick, shallow bursts as she gyrated against
my hand.
"What?" I growled.
"I can literally feel how frustrated you are by how hard
you're fingerbanging me. If I didn't like it rough, your
fingers wouldn't still be in me."
"Sorry" I said, backing off a little on the fingering.
"It's okay, baby," Rose said. She pressed her lips to my
ear in a soft kiss. "I said liked it." At the same time, I
felt a hand on my abdomen as she arched her back a
little to make room for it. She slid it down past the
waistline of my boxers, and I shivered as I felt her
delicate fingers come in contact with the tip of my cock.
She ran a single digit across the surface of the
mushroom head; I felt it easily glide across my sensitive
skin - evidence of precum despite being submerged in
water.
"Fuck. You're hard," she whispered and nuzzled into the
side of my neck, sending another round of shivers up
my spine. "Jealousy will do that"
"I'm not jealous," I said quietly.
"Really?" Rose asked. "You like watching Dillon pawing
at your woman?"
"No." My quick reply was immediate and reactionary.
"You're jealous. It's okay, baby. Everyone can see it.
Look to your right.
I did as I was told and caught Jessica looking at me.
She Immediately diverted her gaze back to the dancing
woman, but the slight frown made it perfectly clear
that she didn't like what she'd seen on my face. It was
probably just the fact that Rose and I were simulating
sex mere feet from her.
She wasn't the only one watching me, though. So was
Honey, and unlike Jessica, when I caught her looking,
she didn't look away. She gave me a small smile that
almost looked pitying, and when I furrowed my brow
at her, she glanced at Erin and then back to me.
"Anyone with half a brain can see it, Marcus," Rose said,
kissing the side of my neck. She fished my cock out of
my boxers and wrapped her fingers around its girth,
simply holding it in her hand as she humped herself
against my fingers.
I looked back at Erin and found her watching me again
as she lay her head back on Dillon's shoulder. The tip of
her tongue rested between her lips, her chest rose and
fell in quick, shallow breaths, and she stared at me with
burning eyes consumed by lust. One hand had slipped
between her legs, and she was drawing the tips of her
fingers through her shaven petals as they glistened in
the lamplight.
Ten seconds later, the song was over, and Erin stood
up, turned to face Dillon in all her naked glory, and
bowed. Everyone around the tub clapped. Except for
Rose and me our hands were somewhat preoccupied.
"Dillon," Erin said. "Truth or Dare?" Don't forget to leave a Comment 
