I was in a horny daze when the distinctive cherry red decor of Kisara's condo came into view. I felt like patting myself on the back. It took every st scrap of willful ignorance but I did it!! I made it all the way and back without fucking someone's entire life over.

  There was one close call though of course, when one ear bud fell out. Suitably distracted, I nearly bowled over two women exiting a local coffeeshop.

  "Oh pardon, I'm terribly sorry, one of them tittered "wasn't looking where I was coming.. I mean going." came the unwarranted apology. Breifly appraising her wide open dited eyes, my gaze momentarily raked across the form of a petite, but modestly staked brunette.

  The one to my left had smiled seductively, reaching up with a vender tipped, manicured hand for assistance. A single long bang of chestnut red hung over her left eye, immediately bringing to mind the lush cartoonish form of Celia Rabbit. Her eyes were wide open, pupils fully dialited. If I hadn't been carful, I could've scrambled her whole world faster than she could scream.. Yes!

  "Oh.. my goodness, she purred, not at all bothered at being knocked on the ground. Such an uncaring brute." My hand though stayed sck though, even as her perverted giggles floated up, temping me to do my worst.

  I could smell the complicity in her tone as her lips audibley smacked with illicit desire. From the look of her expression and the subtle shift of her shoulders, I knew damn well she'd happily let me trod over her like a worn out doormat. A bare gnce in her stromy grey eyes confirmed it. Ignoring the bait, I kept on going, not stopping once to look back, chivalry be damned.

  After a long, incredible journey of restraint, I found my at doorstep of a seven story gss & brick condominium. Casting a wondering gaze at the building, I hesitated step back through those doors for what felt like a hundred and one reasons.

  I didn't deserve them..

  I could barely keep my head on straight..

  They filled my thoughts with carnal abandon..

  I was becoming an over entitled prick..

  So on and so on..

  Before I could turn away and wander off somewhere else to contempte how to deal with Kisara and the girl's, the revolving doors spun, depositing a seemingly overweight Taiwanese women.

  At her appearance, the lecherous grin I'd been valiently holding back, suddenly broke free of it's bounds and spread wide.

  With a six thousand dolr purse slung casually over her shoulder and a 24karet gold pted uPhone in hand, Valeri Volban paused, the artic fury on her round crerub expression, instantly thawing the moment she saw me.

  "Vance.. she greeted with flutter of long shes and a single note of surprise & longing. Opening her arms wide, she drew me into an emotional hug. Reluctantly stepping back, she tucked a strand of light honey wheat silk back under a tan hijab, her hazel and violet eyes glimmering with incomprehensible depths of emotion.

  "Are.. you are coming back, are you not."

  No, I wasn't. Going back right now in my current headspace, would be the same as climbing aboard a sinking ship. I had my life boat, flimsy and prone to leaking as it was. I knew I wasn't grounded by any stretch of the imagination, not when I wallowed between the pandering thighs and chests of three women. I wasn't that ignorant.

  Out here, far and away from the casual dispys of her family's mind boggling reach of power influence & wealth, and the myriad of things they could obtain, life was more sensable, if not contained. I could look at a beautiful woman and for most part, imagine them acting independent of my desires, like they were supposed to.

  "Have they displeased you? Valeri inquired, her tone sharpening, arctic chill seeping in at the intolerable possibility that my demands might of gone unanticipated, unfulfilled or worse.. neglected.

  -no- I shook my head slowly, thawing her indignant fury before it had a chance to coalesce into something.. gratifyingly profane. I left so I could clear my head, not because wasn't getting enough of the easiest pussy a man could ever dream of burying his dick into.

  I was determined to stand my ground, shakey and mired as it was with countless temptation & vice. The little isnd of barley adequate moderation was all I had keeping my feet on the ground. I wasn't going back, not today or even next week. It was just too damn soon.

  "I understand that absence makes the heart grow fonder Vance, truly I do." She implored, switching tactics with an outreached hand. "But please, reconsid-.."

  No, you just want to be manhandled and dicked to oblivion. I'm not the same wided eyed man that fucked anyone that gave me the slightest bit of attention anymore.

  Something in my expression must of hinted at my refusal to be convinced. Closing her eyes, a near inaudible whine of dismay floated in the air. Looking over her shoulder at a stupidly expensive silver maybach convertible parked a dozen feet away, she took a shuttering breath to gather herself.

  "I.. I understand. Valeri's hands visibly shook with barely controlled need, before rising to pull down her hijab, revealing honey wheat auburn tresses bundled up in a rge bun. With a practiced motion, she pulled a small pair of cquered hair pins free and shook her head. As if to spite my continued reluctance, a seemingly random gust of wind, fanned her hair out in a vivid waterfall of illustrious silk.

  My eyes widened, I'd never seen her so much as step foot out in public with her hair down. Was she really that desperate to get me to come me back? -no- I decired shaking my head. I'm not going. A single bead of sweat drew over my brow. I swallowed.. throat suddenly dry, my palms itchy. Why was this so damn difficult. Down below, casually straining the seat of my pants, a monster began to wake from it forced slumber.

  Tucking a few more tresses behind her ear, Valeri 'hmm'd' and nodded, readily accepting my decision at face value. Sliding her techphone in hand, mahogany cquered nails breifly danced, moments ter a multitude of chimes echoing from the device. Tucking it away with a giddy smile and a flutter of her eyes, she walked back to her boat of a car.

  Finally.. wait!.. why was she going inside the condo. No.. No dammit, I had it together. God dammit.. Fuck!!

  "If you would Vance, please, follow me she said, determination straightening her back and shoulders. "Some.. mild entertainment will be arriving not long from now."

  I didn't have it in to say no, not as pent up as I was right now. And somehow, the sneaky cow knew it. She was fucked, not just metaphorically. God dammit.

  With my dick growing harder by the second, I stepped behind her and tentatively sipped at the broadness of her form. Slowly, with a considerable measure of deliberate restraint, I wrapped an arm around her waist, biting off a depraved moan as her broad, chushy ass pillowed delightfully to fill my p to completion and beyond.

  Today was supposed to quite day, same as it had been yesterday and the day before for the st three weeks. I had managed just fine with only a couple of foursomes a day, not ritualized orgies, so steeped in gratuity, I didn't know if i was coming or going.

  Still.. because Valeri was in my grasp, the impulse to recklessly indulge slowly grew to near omnipresent levels, smothering if not outright suffocating my ability to think clearly. Soaking up every minute bounce & shimmy of obfuscated tit across my forearm, my fingers grew bold and ghosted over the subtle and awe inspiring gapped outline of kevr threaded buttons, "Unnnnn.." Veleri's lips immediately parted, singing choruses of reciprocated desire.

  My palms suddenly felt flush with heat, there no denying the reality of a beautiful, extremely top heavy woman in thrall, all to eager to receive a glimmer of my attention. A hopeful expression settled across her features, her gaze following the lead of my hands. She wouldn't be so easily turned away and ignored, now that I'd gotten hold of her. And much it annoyed me, I had just proved her right.

  Natrally, my eyes tracked up and down the frumpy guise hiding Veleri in pin sight. Remarkable, simply remarkable. I knew damn well better and I still couldn't visibly tell the difference. It was absolutely amazing what a virtually unlimited tailoring budget could achieve when one didn't want to be noticed.

  I had to smile at the absurdy irony of my situation. Here I was literally, too god damn irresistible to go out in public for long. Had I lingered in that park a minute longer, there's no doubt in my mind those women would've invented a litany of excuses to try and impale themselves on my dick.

  *DING*

  Allowing Valeri carry past the lobby and into the elevator I strode behind her, not entirely sure what would happen next. Burying my chin over the crook her shoulder, my resolve began to choke whither and die. Inhaling deeply, I ignored the world around me, and took in the faint scent of apricot, her favorite perfume and of course, the bst furnace of pheromones igniting my ego. She smelled relived excited, hopeful. Absolutely Fuckable.

  "Hmm.."

  After undoing a trio of overloaded buttons, Valeri took my hands, guiding them to cup the bottom swell of her obscured breasts. Tit, soft.. breathtakingly voluminous and full, rose upward to fill in the unbuttoned gap.

  Lovingly trailing her fingers up my forearms she spoke in a hushed whisper. "The girls.. they miss you dearly." She cooed, her nipples pointing excitedly at the surface of my palms. Smackig my lips hungrily, I boldly poked at hidden impressions of the fat thimbles.

  A reedy moan immediately spilled from her lips, obscene and unchaste, filling my head with increasingly perverse thoughs. "Ohhhh.. god." She sobbed, abruptly slumping against me in boneless relief. Staring down the nympho in sheep's clothing, and her concealed chest heaving from a bare nascent grope, I struggled to beat down the surge of glee the disproportionate response invoked in me.. and failed.

  [Shrip..]

  I tried.. I really did, shoring up the very real possibility of going insane, of becoming an abomination that usurped, subverted and indoctrinated without end. However, I was a man with his senses in working order. There was no way couldn't not I see feel and more importantly.. smell Veleri's unfiltered desire to submit. After having walked away from a hot and sweaty orgy in the park, I just didn't have it in me to hold on the delusion of abstinence any longer.

  [Shriiip..]

  The seat of my pants bulged, the fragile denim unable to restrain the unstoppable force rising from within. My resolve sted all of ten seconds against the vision of her acute need. There was barely any time to deal with the ongoing changes in my life, certainly not enough time to contempte the future. All I could do on the best of days, was hope I didn't go on a rampage.

  [ScRippppp]

  In a dispy of inhuman virility, my dick surged free, bursting out of from the remains of it's fabric prison, to wedge itself firmly between the lushness of Valeri's soft.. warm thighs. "Yes.. yes.. ahhh?" Valeri swooned.

  Cwing my fingers, I found purchase between the gap of kevr threaded nylon, and savagely pulled them wide, sending a scatter shot of buttons pinging off elevator's walls. Great swells of pillowy cleavage rose up, it's warm delightful mass jiggling as it enveloped my bare knuckles. My mouth watered. The physical and visual spectacle of Veleri in the flesh, was truly.. truly a thing to behold.

  The heavily padded jelled silicone corset padded around her waist, hidding and obscuring her stout hips, drifted to the floor, destroyed in a casualty of unstoppable lust and desire. A pair of bck silk panties, turned thong from her broad ass, likewise became forfeit.

  Nothing would deny me my due, nothing would stand before what I so desired. It certainly wouldn't be a ridiculous fat suit that let people belive she was anything other that what she was. One of my.. fucking cows.

  I dug in like a man possessed, yanking the reinforced cast iron zipper of the corset holding the whole thing together so violently, it flew apart. I paid no mind to former prison of copper, nylon and high tensile silk crumpling in a heap. It wasn't important in my eyes. What mattered was the immense release of pressure it's undoing foretold.

  "Oh.. god.. yesss."

  With a snap The immense pressure her tits were under, ceased to exist. The tan mountains bounced twice, falling against her belly with a weighty, dick hardening plop.

  Finally naked, i saw fit to indulge in the incredible and overwhelming bounty that was mine and mine along to enjoy. Falling back against me, the lushness of her form, filled me with craven desire for more.

  "Hnnngh.."

  It only took the most brazen grope I never dared dream to imagine, to make Veleri fill the elevator with the sinful accord of relish. Her moans grew louder, more obscene and lustful before the surety of my demanding caress.

  "Hmmm.. oh yes.. harder Vance, Valeri crooned "Squeeze me harder"

  She was preaching to the choir. Flexing my fingers they dug into the massive, downey soft bounty of her breasts. Oh.. oh god, she felt a dream, as if god had purpose built her as a stress reliever to grope all my worries into nonexistence. What the hell was i thinking keeping away from her.

  Greedily drinking in the spectacle of Veleri's overbuilt figure, I wondered not for st time, what the odds were for an entire family to consist of nothing but born and bred, tit queens. How.. how she could even stand up with all that that much fucking tit stacked on her chest without tipping forward, was something most men would never get to know.

  I knew the answer of course, impusible and absurd as it was. Standing at the height of 5 foot 7, Veleri was an absolute marvel of nature and genetics. With the core trait of the Volbahn's, being gantomastia, it ran intractably deep in her blood.

  What was even more unlikely and yet somehow true, was the happenstance of her genetics shaping and directing what would otherwise be a medical curse, and turning it into a blessing. Of all the crazy shit life repeatedly dumped on my unsuspecting head, there was only so much denial and disbelief I could dredge up when the proof was literally in my hands.

  At that moment though, I didn't give a fuck if she were a succubus summoned to drag me to the depths of hell. Her TIDDIE'S!! Watermelons, whatever euphemism man could think of for torso dwarfing breasts, were just soo.. God. Damn. Fucking. Huge. There was more than enough sheer volume and mass to ensure a press and squeeze was all it took to create a yawning chasm of cleavage to swallow a man's head whole.

  And of course as with any Volbahn, she folded like an oragami at the slightest hint of a touch. Knowing that, the inner horndog in me couldn't help but feel like It'd won the lottery every damn time I id my hands on her.

  "Ahhh.."

  I watched in utter fascination, my hands vanishing from sight into the soft springy, improbable firmness reminiscent of teenage youth. "Unn.. oh god.. Vance, please.. don't stop, Valeri's accented cry of relish echoed off the elevators walls. I didn't, and wouldn't. After going a whole six hours without burying my dick into my girls, her eagerness to be a canvas of my unspoken desires, was something I honestly forgotten how to ignore.

  Pinning Valeri against the corner of the elevator, I dug in deeper still, not daring to blink or look away as she melted into a state of euphoric bliss. Manhandling those impossible breasts like an ex convict who hadn't seen or touched a woman in decades, I marveled at the vision of my hands sunk in to the wrist of her pillowy soft breasts.

  "Yesss.." Valeri hissed, her breath fogging against the mirrored wall. "Cim me anew." Granting her wish, I pressed tightly against the plushness of her ass, my grip deepening, becoming more demanding, gluttonous and unrestrained as the elevator eventually rose to the top.

  One thing i knew, or thought I did, was that most women really, really didn't like their having breasts squeezed in a vice grip. That apparently no longer applied to me. There were no bruises, no unsightly veins or stretch marks to be seen upon Veleri's light mocha complexion. I had, for ck of a better expnation 'the golden touch'. No matter what the hell I did with them, these damnable hands my hands mine, just didn't seem to be able do any fucking wrong.

  "Unngghh.."

  The improbable situation, such as it was, continued to unfold before my unblinking eyes. Like any woman before me, Valeri soaked it all up like a thrirsty sponge in a dessert and basked in the demands of her flesh. I tried.. to pace myself, slow down and somehow muster the will to pull my hands away..

  "Ohhh.. Vance.. its been too long."

  No.. no it hadn't.. I thought, a sudden spike of sobriety tightening my grip on reality. If anything, 26 days was not nearly enough time away from the towering doors of hedonistic opportunity awaiting my return.

  But ohh.. god how I missed this. I knew it was a slippery slope, but I didn't.. fucking care. In less than five minutes, Veleri had me sliding right back down the path of zero resistance. How in the hell was a red blooded male to supposed to say no to this.

  Hooking an arm around her waist, I couldn't help help but deliver..

  [Twack]

  [Twack]

  .. two deft underhand smacks at the bottom swell of 'Itzy' and 'Bizy', setting them off into a rolling shimmy of wondrous motion.

  Eyes drawn close to a bare slit, I basked in an scenario so outrageous.. so unbelievable, it seemed as though it were happening to someone else. Spreading my fingers apart, the fevered dream persisted, refusing to blink away like a figment of my imagination. This was real, the delicious fullness of Valeri Volbahn in my fucking hands.. was real.

  Enough!!! It was too fucking much!

  With an effort of will, I struggled to remember how to express a token of restraint. Eventually, ever so slowly.. I managed to drag my hands away and apart from the surety of her overflowing bounty. But.. not before dragging them possessively down & across her waistline and wide matronly hips, to trail a heavy set of palms across the ripened curve of her ass cheeks.

  In..

  Out..

  Oh god.. I was already psing. All it took was a couple overflowing handfuls of titty, to instantly fall back to milking her like the cow she stubbornly insisted on being.

  *DING*

  With a muted hiss, the elevator doors slid open, revealing three beautiful young women. They were realtors, foreign exchange students and almost famous artists, people dragged into my orbit through no real fault of their own. Shrieks of desperation and relief welcomed me back, causing my immediate train of thought to derail and explode into a fiery wreak.

  "Oh thank God Vance, I was so worried you wouldn't come back." An outpour of tears fell from Abigail's red rimmed pearl green. A narcissistic smile of validation ghosted across my lips. I had been gone for at most, a quarter of the day, and already she had begun to despair.

  In....

  Out...

  My dick, already hard from from the spontaneous bout of hardcore paizuri, grew hard as granite, momentarily lifting Valeri off her feet with a strangled gasp of pleasure. Widening my stance, I focused my on Abigail and.. -get over here- signaled to her with a sharp gesture.

  There weren't enough words to describe witnessing the perverse hope behind her teary eyes, ignite into a bonfire of euphoric joy. Before she even took her second step, she was on her knees, gazing up imploringly, uncaring that Valeri was seated on the monstrous python of my dick.

  "I should've been there for you."

  Sliding the remains of my ruined pants down my ankles, Abigail guiding them off my feet. Her touch was tender and warm gentle, her scent filling my nostrils with the sense of overwhelming concern and relief.

  A hint of madness danced within her eyes. Please, they silently pleaded, let me still be worthy. Clenching my eyes against the wave of premeditated pleasure, I struggled to remain calm as wild impulses of instant gratification and sexual abandon vied for immediacy.

  I hadn't been one to py god with anyone's emotions, such a thing was simply not done. It had been a fundamental truth my entire life.. Anyone who repeatedly took advantage of someone for the sake of amusment, deserved the worst life had to offer. My girl's lit that rulebook on fire and threw it out the window. I didn't want or need that decandant sin in my life, but have it I did.

  Seeing a chance to make up for her shortcomings of not being a good little dick warmer, Abigail went right to work, cramming as much of my dick down her throat as she could manage.

  "Nnnnngh.. glurck"

  Unngh.. fuck!! That feels good.. so good, my mind struggled to rally a compint. It should've been impossible, physics clearly stated there was no easy or safe way of fitting an arm thick invader past one's lips. But is if by magic..

  "Mmmphhh.."

  Abigail's lips simply stretched wider & wider, as if they were made of god damn estic. She slurped and swallowed, dutifully bobbing her head on the throat bulging midnight pilr dominating her every waking thought. Abigail and Veleri's decandant gurgling moans and ecstatic sighs of domesticated bliss, continued on for seemed like an eternity, before a livid Kisara nearly pushed me over the edge.

  "You fucking hippo, Show some god damn gratitude," she suddenly shrieked, her expression full of thunderous outrage. Appearing behind Samantha's docile form, she grabbed a fistful of honeywheat and dragged her head down at my feet.

  "Vance.." Kisara's baby blue azure looked to me in askance. Did I want an example made, should she be punished for not immediately kissing my ass? Would she better off made to serve as a proper doormat? "Do you want me to get rid of her. There's a tenant on the 3rd floor with a simir shape and build. I.. If.. if that's what you want, I can bring her here."

  Keep it together, don't think to hard about the implications. Just go with the flow. Naturally my eyes fell on her bubbly form, or to be more specific, her chest. Round puffy areos just the right shade of pink, pressed insistently from behind a sheer green see through bra. Those tits of hers were a constant reminder of the effect I had on her, the pink nipples always managing to point my way no matter the time pce or inclination.

  Serveral swift and hard cps on the enabling cheerleader's round pert bottom, was the only reward I could think to give that wouldn't immediately lead to further escations. Her dedication to myself was a sublime, gradient pleasure that seeped into my awareness. However.. an ego trip right now, with Veleri present, would send me off into immediate and spontaneous whims of fancy.

  -enough- I gestured sharply at Kisara. Being a glutton for abuse, she had pnted her ass in my hand, even as it reddened and burned. "Ok." She mewled, relenting for the moment. Pointedly ignoring her, I dragged my gaze towards another lost soul, Samantha.

  Swallowed whole by the role that had taken over her life, there was no hesitation or doubt in, no rough or jerky transition in her movement. While Kisara may have grabbed her by the back of the head and threw her at my feet. The young Dominican however, owned it with a grace born from the contentious and insurmountable belief that she was my property.

  Ever obedient, Samantha smoothly knelt down to kiss my big toe. "Thank you Vance", she whispered, content with her pce in the world, before proceeding with a series suckling kisses along the bridge of my feet.

  While Samantha's lush ass hung in the air, Kisara slipped behind Abigail, unrepentant in her own twisted brand of devotion. "Is her throat tight enough for you baby." Candy pink nails grazed through Abigail's hair in tight fisted grip, drawing her closer to my groin, one gag inducing inch at a time.

  "Grourkk.."

  "Does your pretty little cock sleeve make you feel good." Abigail manged three more inches before she began to noisily gag and choke, before Kisara relented at my zy nod.

  -yes- The inner craven pervert in me, of course, feasted like a starved glutton, shelving & sidelining any immediate desire to settle or slow down.

  A plump pair of perfectly fuckable lips, gushed messily on my dick, spshing over Abigail's face. "Oh Vance.." Veleri exhaled.. suddenly filling my mind with the impression of ecstacy enriching her entire being. All I could think of, was that the weeks of retive normalcy I had enjoyed thus far, had come to abrupt end.

  Three should've been enough! Hell.. I needed it to be enough. How many tenders did she think I needed to keep my dick warm, four.. seven.. twelve. It was insane to think it was even a choice that could be made at all.

  I wanted to hate it all, the excess.. the contemptuous ease of being able to fuck who I wanted, where I wanted, however I wanted. Bathing, food, even taking a god damn walk in the park, nothing was left untouched by the omnipresent specter of lust and desire. My hands drifted aimlessly groping, kneading, wondering about until they y at rest, under the soft and incredible vastness of Veleri's fantasy tier breasts.

  My hips began to buck, wild surges of pent up frustration, rocking Abigail's head back violently. Assisted by Kisara, and refusing to give up, Abigail wrapped her arms around my thighs and dove down to bury her face in Veleri's p with a slimy wet gurgle.

  "Guruuukkk..."

  Grabbing a fistful of raven silk, Kisara brutally drove Abigail's head back and forth all the while gazing up at me with a kindly smile. "Would you look at that Vance, your aspiring cum dumpster learned how to swallow more than foot of your cock after all."

  Falling on her haunchs with her face flushed red and a line of spit & saliva trailing from my dick , Abigail gasped, her chest heaving and panting for breath. Her eyes, inspite if the rough treatment, or perhaps because of it, were aglow with tears of joy & pride.

  "I.. Vance.. thank you for coming back." Thank me!! for what? treating you like a convenient outlet and robbing you of your dignity and self respect. Try as might to hold on to my grounding principles, more and more continued to slip through my grasp.

  All round me was a vision of degenerate carnal delight, the same repeated day in day out. Between the unending gratifications of the day, and overall ck of consequences that rightly should've of stopped me cold. It wore on me, slowly grinding away at what little decency I had left about me.

  Smoothly arking a dusky leg over Abigail's head, Veleri momentarily came free of my dick. A lustful mewl was the only warning I got before she sat back astride my dick, baring herself before me in all her naked glory. And what glory it was.

  Any man would've felt daunted, intimidated even, facing the fantastical pedigree of a mature Volbahn. This unbelievable woman should've be so far out my league, she may as well be on Mars. The reasonable part of me, nurturing that impression, honing it untill it became as close an approximation of dissatisfaction as I could manage.

  As a Volbahn, nature had blessed her most unfairly, with a solid robust foundation, then blessed them twice again with a propagating genetic lottery and once more for good measure with a perkiess that defeided gravity. It all combined together to insure ensure Veleri never felt so much as single a twinge in her back even as her chest spilled and swelled out and beyond the mere confines of traditional clothing.

  Unusually full & voluminous, Veleri's incredible breasts swelled, to my great delight, forward and outward from sternum to belly in a single unbroken line of immacutely soft cleavage. And Capping those melons, were wide palm spanning aroe hosting a pair of fat, hershey kisses. All together, Veleri's breasts weren't just massive, they eclipsed and then redefined my definition of the word.

  For a moment, I couldnt help but feel the justified envy of all the women she made feel inadequate merely by walking past them. Feeling impulsive, I flexed my dick, and much like the elevator we all currently occupied.. assended, causing Veleri to slide down to draw me in a glorious embrace to beat them all.

  "It was terrible Vance." She whined, pouring out the three weeks of hell she suffered without the bming caress my touch. Drawing up behind me, Kisara enthusedly stitched long lines of suckling kisses up from the back of my thighs to the swollen sac of my scrotum. contorting herself to slurp at my dry, unattended scrotum.

  Groaning I stood lightly on the balls of my feet, and flexed again, forcefully lifting Veleri a handful in inches in the air, by the unnatural strength of my dick. Basking in the incredible expanse of her breasts spreading across my torso and the heat of her soaked pussy, felt.. too.. damn fucking good to depart from. And like always, the karmic steel toed boot that damn well should've caved my fucking head in, simply refused to drop.

  Inhale.. hold..

  Exhale.. release..

  There were more important things in life than sex. It was common sense. Life in general didn't allow the average 'Joe' to fuck all day & night long, not without consequence. Nothing would get done, bills had to paid, food had to be bought.

  It simply wasn't sustainable if you weren't irresistible to women.. that is. I didn't have to worry about any of the above. Everything that could be taken care by my women, was tackled it with a zeloty that rightly terrified me.

  While I had been able to take break from the profane excess of the greater group and could to some extent, pretend they didn't exist. The opposite was far.. far from true. My girl's would always be there, waiting to provide at the slightest hint.

  Abigail Kisara and Samantha were managble, they were all I really needed If I were honest with myself. They were enough. If i ignored Veleri long enough she'd eventually go back home, then everything would settle back down, assuming of course, I could keep my damnable hands off of the woman. Oh who the hell was I kidding. She wasn't leaving anytime soon, not with the opportunity to assist and prolong my delight, dangling right in front of her nose.

  Controlling my actions as best I could, I lightly smacked the sublime curve of Veleri's massive underbust, sending the magnificent valley once again quaking into smooth unduting ripples. Mercilessly digging in, I corralled two delicious, hershey kisses to a single point, and inhaled them into my open maw.

  "Ohhhhhh" Veleri gasped, giving herself to my deepening lust with a low crooning moan. I can do this, If could manage to avoid fucking Veleri, she'd change her mind and leave.

  Turning to my left, my eyes nded on Samantha Gurthers ying prone halfway outside the elevator boundary, her hands spyed forward. Thought the mixed lightning of the elevator's hash white and the hallways soft amber, Dominican's light peach complexion practically glowed, lending an exotic fre to the lush ripeness of her pearish figure. The invitation of her ass arched in the air, was clear. There was no hesitation or higher thought involved. I wanted her right now!!

  Snaking an arm around Veleri's waist, I pulled her up and pnted her uptop Samantha's back. As soon as she y uptop the Dominican woman, she let out an uncharacteristic giggle of excitement. Focus.. control the pace, be more deliberate of intent. I told myself. If I stuck to the pn, Veleri would be gone in no time. Focusing my attention on Samantha, I pushed forward.

  Above her waistline, one certainly could mistake Samantha as your average, moderately busty woman. It was only when you looked beyond her trim waist that you'd realized she was anything but. From below, her hips fred drastily into a wide ndscape of womanly curves. I liked what I saw, enough to grab two round jutting cheeks with a horny, libido saturated squeeze. Ohh.. fuck.. yeah.. This really was happening.

  A slimy burbling moan, oozed past my lips. A vision of them stacked uptop each other was just.. too exquisite to ignore. I wasn't strictly speaking, an ass man, being spoiled with more choices in a handful of hours than there were days in the week did that to you. But I certainly knew how to appreciate what I had right before me. And right, now there was a great big ass ready to be mounted.

  "Ummmm.."

  "Hmmm.."

  "Ahhh?"

  For five eternal minutes, unending tides of peerless carnal delight and unchecked passion, crashed against my senses from a mirad of directions. They threatened to pull me under and implode my identity as a mortal man. I wasn't ashamed to admit I momentarily broke into manic filled sobs of overwrought glee. I couldn't escape this insanity, not when I was the cause of it all.

  In.

  Out.

  In..

  Out..

  In…

  Out…

  The repetitions helped helped with my self control, it wasn't meditation by any stretch of the imagination, but it did allow for a tentative sense of equilibrium to be regained. Eventually, the ugre to recklessly indulge, eventually quieted, going from a pounding wardrum to an easily ignorable whisper. Able to think more clearly, my hand draw sck from a tight fisted grip of Samantha's hips.

  Moments ter, I plopped my hands on Abigail and Kisara's shoulders, neither to deny or demand, but to further establish a fleeting sense of calm and lucidity.   -standby- I snapped off with a sweep of my hands, Under my cautionary gaze, the two, reluctantly tucked their hands in their ps.

  -good- I nodded approvingly. Had there had been just one more warm body present during those four weeks, I never would've been able to train them as well as I had managed. There were no fretting melws or begging whines at all from the two, just the white hot gazes of two women willing to do anything for my approval.

  [BRNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG] The elevator wailed, all but demanded it's doors be allowed to close.

  Looking down at them, my girl's.. at their complicit expressions. I felt the tentative grip of restraint I'd been clinging to, begin slip loose. For better or worse, they were all.. my responsibility and entitlement, all wrapped up in a single package of inescapable sin.

  Everyone wants to be loved, to experience the unconditional warmth of comfort and safety of being emotionally supported. As someone who grew up mute at young age, I understood that sentiment better than most. Here and now though, I desperately wanted to go back to the simpler times were bespoke orgies weren't normal occurrences of the day. I missed the days where common sense and decency didn't have to be constantly second guessed. It was a silly desire, I had all I could possibly want and more. But all the same, I longed to involve myself in something that didn't start or end with sex.

  "Vance" Abigail and Kisra asked together, looking to me in the hope I'd allowed them to contribute. Pheromones, animal musk.. whatever the fuck it was, bsted unasked reams context right up my nose.. straight to my dick. They wanted the same privilge I had graciously rewarded my cow and pony with, because of course they did.

  -you may- I nodded, granting them permission to indulge. The effect on my expectations were immediate, effortlessly suppressing my worries and repcing them with blinding levels self importance.

  Horny as goat and unable to help myself, I decended on mount Veleri with spit drool and unshackled lust. The warm darkness of her immacute cleavage darkening my sight was at once familiar as it was absurd. The smooth expanse of her fantastical breasts swelled over my ears, wide bumpy aro, rge as my open palm, compressing under my chin.

  My fingers flexed & squeezed, delight filling my heart as I blindily searched after a fat juicy pair of grapes to drag across the back of my neck. Somewhere along the way, l felt.. Abigail & Kisara, cradling my dick carressing and stroking it, as they lined me up and guiding the fat head of my prick between Samantha's domed cheeks.

  Without thinking, i thrust forward sharply, a muted.. squelch of flesh and outpouring fluids echoing luridly, as my dick plunged in and stretched out her pussy for the second time today. "Ohh.. Vance.." Veleri distantly swooned. I.. I couldn't get rid her of now, that was her pn all along wasn't it.

  To butter me up till the gratifying itch of proliferating excess, just had to be scratched. The pleasure of it all was simply.. too good to stand apart from or remain indifferent to. But It was more than just pleasure that Veleri brought to bare. It was the pervasive, and colborative mindset. I was to be served above any and all reason or expectation, such was the depth and spread of her family's madness.

  Lithe fingers gently teased across my scalp, cradling the back my head. "Unghh.. yes, consume me, her muffled cry rang out, vibrating all the way down my neck, right back again to my dick. Laying uptop the deranged woman, I hungrily pped up every st perfume scented drop of sweat as if I were dying of thurst. Greedily taking whole mouthfuls at a time, I shivered and shuddered, admist the unrooting pleasure, as she gave more and more of herself before the ramping surge of my depraved lust.

  "Lay down and take what Vance gives you!" Kisara suddenly shrieked from above, further scking my tentative grip on reality. There was a tender caress of my swollen sac and then without warning, Samantha's pillowy ass cheeks, were being driven back into my p, her slick fluttering pussy taking even more of my dick into her depths

  "I dont care if his cock splits you in two, the only thing your fat ass is good for, is being ridden into the ground."

  No please Kisara, stop talking, that's not what I fucking need. But it was too te, my infted sense of worth, suddenly demanded all my girl's could provide and more. There was no reason to stop. Why the hell was I trying to hold back, when they were mine to explore at leisure. Coming up for air in a hollow gasp, my hips began to jackhammer, filling the air with the torrid and distinct impact of fornication.

  A dozen minutes, an hour?, I couldn't tell how much time flew by as I gave in to my desires. In those etenal moments, Veleri's breasts were nonthing less than marvels of motion. Holding my attention for ransom, they rolled rippled and quaked beneath me with every thrust of overwrought pleasure.

  Mere restraint wasn't enough to fully contain the dark desires she and family had cultivated in me. Part of it was the perverted sureality of a ying uptop a pair of submissive woman. Some of it was the dream like haze of Abigail's awe & devotion soaked whispers dripping into my ears. At rge part of it though, had to do with the narcissistic glee of hearing Kisara indignant fury on my behalf, bark out preemptive decrations of entitlement. Either way, they were all fucked up beyond all recovery.

  Nestling my head back between the heavenly darkness Veleri's majestic cleavage, I willingly blinded myself till I couldn't see a damn thing. Tongue whirling madly, I smelt heard and felt the sensations all around me, and it was glorious. Bringing my hands to bare, I further intensified that pillowy soft pressure around my ears with a low rumbling groan, and CAME!!!

  For serveral bliss soaked moments in time, my existence became nothing but white hot pleasure. Opening my eyes, they zeroed on the sweat soaked face of the Taiwanese woman id out before me. She gazed back with the delirious, content smile of a woman cimed. And then my gaze fell below her neckline. Copious trails of saliva and sweat yered the breath taking scope of her breasts. I did that, marked all of that tit.. as mine.

  Adrenalin sang in my veins, it's chorus urging me to act with all due haste and flip Voire face down and impale her on my dick. My palms, currently sck, suddenly itched, wanting nothing more than to grab and be.. overwhelmed with the surety of her bounty. Taking several deep breaths, I snapped a hand out and pointed in a random direction.

  -go-

  Which Veleri promtly, albeit shakily, stood up and moved to without question. With a deceptively simple wave of the hand, it was done, temptation made flesh was out of site, but of not of mind.

  It took an effort of will and a sting post sex high to mellow out the ingrained habit of not mounting her where she stood. It was a close thing though. Had she uttered a single breath of suplication, I would've thrown myself me at her. Fixing my gaze at Samantha's, my breath hitched for a moment. Her prone form, nearly as debilitating a sight to behold.

  Her narrow waist, fring into wide child baring hips, were on full dispy. Her ass, flowing down from a pair of sumptuously plump lush thighs, drastically tapered down to a dainty pair of feet. Cum, obscene amounts of it, continued to gush out of tight ring her pussy.

  The vision of debauchery left me with heady with a profound sense of narcissistic pride. What transpired from the beginning of the day, right to this very moment, couldn't possibly of happened to any other man on earth, no matter how rich or powerful they were. Because.. because... fantasy powered chick magnets, who're able to spew buckets of cum from dusk til dawn, didn't exist in real life.

  And yet.. The tight, liquid heat of Samantha's snug pussy hugging my dick.. felt real, the explicit presence of Abigail Kisara and Vel-fucking-eri, they all were Real. And Hammering that truth home, was the massive obsidian scrotum ying at rest against my thighs, not even remotely fatigued not after something trivial as a two minute long orgasm.

  Moving with deliberate, intent, I gripped Samantha's waist gently, anything less and my resolve would evaporate faster than a drop of water in a desert. Slowly at first, I pulled back, revealing dark inch after dark inch, until at long st, the drenched pussy ensver stood tall and untiring in the cool air of the elevator.

  It was, in my opinion, undeniable proof that the evening of pleasures had only just begun. Throbbing in time to the beat of my heart, the monolith stood, ready to be caressed and bathed anew with the offerings of my girl's willing and able bodies.

  Forcefully ignoring the illicit gasps and cries around me, I didn't move a single inch until I calmed down enough to think straight. Grabbing hold of the girthy anaconda with both hands, I pumped and pumped, effortlessly spilling forth a full pint of addictive spunk all over the decandant ndscape of Samantha's curvaceous backside.

  "Unnnghh.." A slippery croon of sensual bliss, burbled past her lips.

  [Thump]

  "Oh my god." Abigail whispered as she fell to her knees. Reaching out with pleading eyes and a trembling outstretched hand to worship the pilr of my manhood, I couldn't help but nod, cutting my own resolve of a measured pace off at the knees.

  I couldn't deny I didn't enjoy the spectacle. But.. the nut busting, obscenity of it all, was overwhelming at the best of times. Being supernaturally irresistible, was an unholy rush of reinforced narcissism that didn't.. ever.. Ever.. EVER.. let up.

  I was more than a king or an emperor. My very presence carried the awesome and terrifying weight of an entire ocean. As fantastical as this existence was, it was slowly culling my ambition to involve myself with anything outside of the ever perverse borders of sex.

  "May I.." Veleri's husky whisper of hopful inclusion floated through the air, her soft lips a scant inches from my flesh. Catching the indulgent smile out from the corner of my eye. I nodded, unthinkingly granting her consent to indulge in the glory of my unspoken desire.

  -yes- Wait.. no.. fuck!!

  Were I in a more deplorable and less stable frame of mind, I would've immediately shoved the, exquisite woman on her ass, hiked her legs over my shoulders and fucked her upside down..

  Taken by surprise, I couldn't, not smell her etion or feel her pleasure ced moans as the glorious swell of her warm sweaty breasts pillowed out across my back. Gving in to her twisted and warped desire, Veleri envelopled me in a hug any red blooded individual would struggle to ignore.

  As her breasts continued to spread outward, she purred, kissing & suckling at all that her lips could reach. Her tender, smooth uncallused hands caressing me as, if my body housed a thousand and one genie.

  I couldn't not feel the impossible milf's airy moans caressing my skin, the sensation slipping between my brain to become a tangible pleasure in of itself. As the rapturous dream that was Veleri persisted, great shudders of sublime pleasure rocked me from every direction, turning me away from trying to keep as much conceit as I could out of my thoughts.

  I wanted to say today had been normal, In a real sense it was, assuming you excluded Veleri. But for the average guy, a foursome would've been a highlighting event of the month, if not the year, not an act normalized through dick hardening repetition.

  Looking at Kisara, at her grinning widely, she preened, her hands braced behind her back. Without even really thinking about, I gave a nod of approval at initiative she took to sacrifice Samantha before the dictates of my understated desire. The resulting smile of validation nearly blinded me. Pointing a finger at the ground, she settled on her knees next opposite of Abigail.

  Property. Worship. Entitlement. The ideals and concepts slithered over & through my awareness, unwanted and unneeded, waiting for me slip up and accept the incontrovertible weight of there meaning. There was no easy solution to it, no real objection I could i raise that wouldn't be turned right back around at my dick.

  Because.. for all intent and purposes, I may as well be made of pure heroin for all that my girl's couldn't get enough of me. It was a growing problem I didn't belive was possible to have as man. The only physical nguage they understood clearly, without doubt or wild misinterpretation, was of my own body.

  A demanding grope, a bare lingering touch, a surprise fucking against who or whatever was conveniently near by, they cherished it.. glorified it all. Manhandling Kisara and Abigail by the neck, I held them in check.

  I'd gotten it down to two orgies a day, for nearly a whole two weeks, it was an accomplishment I'd been proud of dammit. I'd proven I could control my impulses and for the most part, settle for fucking them one at time. Even though I'd been passive for most of that time, It was arguably in my opinion, a victory in of itself.

  In Veleri eyes however, making due with only three women was barely a step above masterbation. Oh.. she didn't dare voice her opinion openly, not in front of me. But behind closed doors, the pandering went beyond the limits of sanity. For me though, the tribute of a mass orgy, was a bar too high to fully grasp.

  Breathing in slow and deep. I held on to my resolve tightly, building it up, even as the persistent cow silently begged me to grab hold of her thighs and recklessly indulge in the bounty of her flesh.

  Grunting, I tightening the grip on my emotions. A quick gnce at Veleri's imploring gaze, immediately strangled my resolve, nearly choking it to near death. There she knelt, legs folded, her head bowed respectfully. "Vance, please, come back. The clingy fantasy begged. "Everyone misses you."

  So I could go back to sexually abusing you and your sisters all day and night long, right!!! As usual, She didn't dare voice her opinions, not to my face, certaily not before the looming possibility of my dissatisfaction. She wasn't at that level desperation, not yet.

  In.. hold

  Out.. release

  In… hold

  Out… release

  In…. hold

  Out…. release

  It just.. never ends.

  No man, gay or not could easily say no to the formerly 'once in a lifetime', mass orgy she was alluding to. I had no absolutly doubt, that the moment went I back, I'd end up backsliding to the inhuman average of six orgies a day. Wrenching Abigail and Kisara soft, tending lips free from my dick with an almighty tug, I trudged forward, hard as granite, and wilfully ignored the sycophantic descent of the women behind me.

  Samatha of course jumped forward to lead the way, offering an unobstructed view of her round ass cheeks boucing and quivering with every swish & turn of her cum spttered thighs.

  In a moment of weakness to keep myself going all in on Veleri, I had used her by proxy to satiate the unchecked urges seething within. And it showed. After granting her purpose and meaning from my desire, she had somehow gained the rosy soul balming glow of spiritual enlightenment.

  Several frowns tried and subsequently failed to gain traction. I didn't like it, That wasn't at all how normal people thought or were supposed to behave. No one was that cheerful or full of smiles at being manhandled, not anyone of sound mind at least. It rubbed me all kinds of the wrong way, or at the least, it should've.

  In no time I was at the door of Kisara's condo. Without any real filter in pce, my hand swung down on Samantha's wide globur ass, sending it quaking from the force of my aimless frustrations. My life was spining out of control, and be it my girl's or a handful of perfect strangers, they were always there, eagerly waiting for a chance to spin it faster and faster.

  "Unnn", Samantha mewled, her thighs suddenly dampenig with a fresh outpour of slick arosal. Why was it so god.. damn hard to do anything besides FUCK!!! I swung again and again on those glorious domed cheeks, lighting her ass up with ear splitting cracks of air. The young Dominican only response was to fall on her hands and kness, warped.. twisted and gratefully owned.

  "Uhwaghh.." she wasn't livid or shocked like any sensable person with their head screwed on straight and proper, becaue of course she wasn't. The beautiful doormat didn't mind being knocked down on a fucking whim. Training her head around, she gnced up with a smile, wordless emotion shining in her gaze at being gifted a measure of my attention. "Thank you.."

  Enough! I've had enough of this insanity. This.. fantasy of uncompromised degeneracy that wasn't even supposed to be possible, just never.. ever.. fucking let up. Stretching I took in the the four of the moment that surrounded me. Every st one of them, incurablely insane. No matter how far I ran, there simply wasnt any way to hide or escape or this madness.

  Stepping into the well furnished ft and into the living room I settled into a rge plush tan loveseat, and mentally prepared myself for another toe curling, eye clinching evening of profane excess.