The Love Of Money - Episode 228
02-08-25 (10:04)
"Quite the Lady's Man"
Introduction:
Marcus recovers from the party and spends time with
good company
Saturday, 11:03 am
I regained consciousness the following morning in a soft
bed with a single, warm body pressed to my front. My
arm was draped over whoever was cuddled against
me, and a tiny breast rested in my palm. That, along
with the feel of a firm ass pressed against my crotch,
was enough to confirm who it was before I even had
to open my eyes. Rose was asleep in my arms as I
began to stir.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and confirmed my
suspicions of who was spooning me. Rose was still
asleep as I propped my head up and looked down at
her, admiring her dark skin against my lighter
complexion. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to her
shoulder, and tried to sort through the foggy memories
of what had transpired after I came to bed and exactly
who had come with me. The answer lay about a foot
away on the other side of her.
Jessica was on her back, one arm over her head, and
the sheets pulled down to near her waist. Her large
breasts were laying against her chest, mounds of soft
flesh laying as flat as possible despite their sheer
volume. Her pale nipples were soft and rested almost
smooth against her areola. Cherry-red lips were parted
fractionally, moving ever so slightly as she dreamed,
and her dyed red hair was splayed out over the pillow.
She was the only other woman in my bed.
I extracted myself from my blankets as quietly as
possible so that the two of them could sleep and
caught sight of something on my end table-my exact
model phone with that flawless look they had when
freshly taken out of the box. A sticky note had been
attached to it, and scrawled across it in Erin's
handwriting was a message:
Hey, boss. Got you a new phone. Temp pin is the last
four of your primary bank account number. Everything's
been transferred over from your old one. I bought some
backups just in case you break another.
Erin
God bless my assistant.
I yawned, went to the bathroom while setting the
security on my new phone, and then scrolled through
my messages and social pages. Several people who
had attended the event last night had posted about it,
garnering a lot of views. It couldn't compete with
anything like the story about the celebrity divorce that
had just leaked, but it was strange to open my feeds
and find occasional posts about my party that I didn't
have to go hunting for. Even a few relatively famous
people who hadn't been invited commented on some
of the posts, tagging me and asking where' their invite
was. It was all so surreal.
But this was what wanted to get the house party out
there and get a lot of publicity to bolster faith that I
was active and making connections. I hoped that along
with the crash course in business and the company
culture from Chandler was enough to keep Hiro
Tanaka's faith and possibly even win over some of the
other shareholders as time passed. In truth, I barely
knew what I was doing, and once more, I entertained
the idea of hiring a PR team to help me with this sort of
thing.
I didn't bother checking my DMs. There were already
over a hundred messages, and the thought of scrolling
through them was intimidating, let alone answering
them. That brought on another question-did I need to
hire someone to go through my communications?
Surely, that was something Erin couldn't handle on her
own.
My texts weren't nearly as bad, I had a few spam
messages, one from my mom, telling me that they'd be
over at seven for dinner, one from Erin telling me she
would be heading to YPV soon to go through the
documentation for my grandfather's estate, and a text
from Dillon that turned out to be-
"Fuck!" I muttered and looked away from my phone
when I realized he'd sent me a dick pic. Feeling like it
was too early for that sort of thing, approached the
shower and turned it on. Then I picked up the phone
and sent a message back to Dillon.
Me: Look, I know things got a little crazy last night, but
could you not?
He replied almost immediately. Shit! I meant to send
that to Kelly! My bad, dude!
Me: You meant to send that to Kelly? Why? Aren't you
here? And didn't she see it enough last night?
Dillon: Nah. I had to open for work. Kelly was still
asleep when I left. She asked me to send her one last
night, though.
Me: Okay. Just watch who you're sending it to. Do that
again, and I'll send it to your mom and sister.
Dillon: You wouldn't!
Me: Wanna bet a million dollars?
I hopped into the shower without waiting for a reply.
As I showered, I thought back to what had transpired
the previous night -specifically, what had happened in
the hot tub. Frankly, I was surprised Jessica had
participated so much after having expressed interest in
us getting back together. She'd allowed so many firsts
to happen... at least, that I was aware of. After Dilion
and I spit-roasted her, Erin and Rose had practically
manhandled her. Rose sat behind her, holding her arms
in place, making out with Jess while Erin ate my cum
out of her vagina. Then she spit it back into Jess's
mouth and spread the combination of our fluids all over
the lower half of my ex's face.
Then, Erin sat back in my lap and slid my dick back
inside her while we watched Jess taste her first pussy
as she ate out Rose. I particularly enjoyed seeing Rose
get rough with Jessica, dominating the buxom redhead
by roughly riding her face until she came violently,
claiming that she was a natural pussy-eater. As we
watched her service Rose, Erin would tell her stories
about everything I'd done with other women so far
how I'd fucked three women in the pool, had a six-
person orgy with five women, and been in more
threesomes than could count. She told Jess that women
coming out of the woodwork would date me in a
heartbeat. Rose even chimed in, wondering how Jess
felt about it, knowing what she'd given up and what
she could have had. Honey joined in, fingering Jess's clit
and saying similar things while Jonah fucked my ex.
Jessica's arousal seemed to feed off the humiliation as
her orgasms sounded more and more intense as time
went on.
Eventually, we all ended up in separate rooms: Jonah
and Honey in one room, Dillon and Kelly in another, and
Rose, Erin, and myself in mine. Jess was left in the tub
with no direction, and at the last moment, asked if she
could come with us. I agreed. Rose, Erin, and I spent
the next hour playing with each other while Jess simply
fingered herself. Eventually, Rose had pity on her and
finished her off while I fucked Erin to a final orgasm
before we all collapsed in a pile together.
I enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down on me
as I replayed the events from last night. It was
touching in a twisted sort of way to have the ladies go
after Jessica like that. I ran my hand over my body,
feeling the remnants of the slick feeling of sexual fluids
wash off me, and ended up playing with myself as I
continued to run through all the different scenarios.
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and
looked over to see a very naked Jessica standing just
outside my shower, watching me through the glass. Her
hands were clasped in front of her, fingers toying with
the trimmed brown bush that grew just above her
pussy. Her heavy breasts were squished together
between her arms as she stood there.
"Hey Jess," I said, still holding onto my cock. I gave it a
firm squeeze as I stared at her lovely tits on display.
"You trying to creep me out or something?"
"No," she said. "I didn't want to interrupt you. You
looked deep in thought."
"Was just thinking about last night."
"Ah," she said, her hazel eyes wandering around the
shower. Considering it was one of the most elaborate
showers with a ridiculous number of spouts and large
enough to easily fit five or more people, I imagined she
was a little in awe
"You want to join me?" I asked.
"If... you don't mind?"
"Come on."
Jess did, opening the glass door and stepping inside. I
watched as she stepped under the overhead spouts,
the hot water washing over her translucent skin. She
closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting the water
wash over her face. Trails of water washed down her
pretty neck and ran between her large breasts like a
small waterfall, and I thought back to all the times I'd
kissed and licked that space between her tits. The fond
memories were still there, but I didn't have that
nostalgic feeling I'd had when she first arrived at the
apartment.
"Did you have fun last night?" I asked
She was quiet for a moment as she ran her fingers
through her wet hair. Then she said, "I've never done
anything like that before."
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