You were being hunted, like a rat in a trap, like a vigorous stag in the forest, like a well-cultured gentleman in his own residence by a pack of slavering idols hellbent upon draining his manhood. Well that last one was less a simile and more reality, if truth be told. With less than a week left in their contract, your esteemed guests of Aespa had grown increasingly discontent with the distinct lack of rigid man-flesh in their diet, and so you had sought to curtail their desires with a communal orgy of the Sapphic variety. Alas, tragedy had struck, with your esteemed and experienced staff who had broken so many nymphomaniacs and whores upon their strapons, faring little better than a pack of gormless virgins against the depthless lust of Aespa. You had shamefully fled the field when you witnessed Giselle crushing a dong of truly impressive size using only her vaginal muscles, a horrifying display of raw strength that would have unmanned anyone who bears a manhood. So now you lurk in the shadowed halls and hidden passageways that bore through your grandfather's mansion like moles through a patch of ground saturated with methamphetamines, which is to say with great enthusiasm and perhaps a touch too much architectural unsoundness...
Your tongue is bloated with thirst, your limbs shaking with the exhaustion of hunger, your mind clouded by fatigue, as you slowly crawl along the forgotten byways that riddle your Grandfather's estate. Your only companion, your beacon of strength in the endless dark, was a feral ooze studded with waving flagella (no doubt an incidental offspring of Great-Grandmother's old tentacle monster, ah how she adored that monstrosity) which you naturally named Fluffy, and who you explored the shadowed recesses. After a truly harrowing journey (God only knows why there were velociraptors chained up down there, or why the had strap-ons) you finally reach the hidden door that leads into your study, which was sensibly located near the kitchens, where you would be able to seek sustenance for your ravaged form. It had indeed, felt as if an age had passed, a timeless stretch of suffering and punishment that wore at your very soul, and so it was with no small desperation that you bid adieu to your valiant travelling companion Fluffy, and push open the soundless portal back into civilization.
The first thing you notice was the ornate clock on the wall, tastefully decorated with gilded angels frolicking with buxom devils, which blissfully informs you that your brutal odyssey had indeed only lasted three hours. The second item on your brain's agenda to process was the presence of four ravishingly beautiful ladies idly lounging around your study, all of whom were tastefully dressed in the most elegant of evening dresses. As might be expected, your first thought was not "Oh dear, I am about to be violated unto death," but rather wondering how on earth Aespa managed to get themselves so thoroughly cleaned up and presentable in under three hours. The former soon followed the latter of course, but really, there was little you could do to contest their impending conquest of your manhood, so it is somewhat shocking that instead of running you down like a dog in the streets, the girls make no aggressive moves at all.
Instead, Karina languidly arises from her perch upon the edge of a patterned divan, and gestures grandly towards your old armchair that dominates the area in front of the roaring fireplace, "Please, sir, do seat yourself. Are we not civilized people?" Which was a reasonable statement coming from someone who not several hours ago was elbow-deep in your dear maid Bessie, and you were inclined to concur with the sentiment, so you do so. You proceed somewhat stiffly into your comfortable seat, all four of the idols watching you like sunbathing lionesses watching a particularly obese gazelle saunter by, though they remain as stiff as erotic statuary while you sit down. Once you are snuggled into your chair, Giselle lazily untangles herself from a decorative pillar and politely moves one of your small serving tables next to you, before gracefully pouring you a glass of water from a glass ewer and presenting it to you with a smile. You gratefully chug the contents, assuaging your burning thirst, and she kindly pours you another, before emptying what appears to be an entire container of powdered zinc supplements into it, innocently stirring it in with her finger.
You sip your second glass more slowly, concealing a wince at the awful taste, allowing you time to drink in the details of your resident idols more closely. Karina was, as always, ravishingly attired, clothed in a short, sleek black dress that to say exposed her ample cleavage would be an understatement. Ningning by contrast wore a long white evening gown with a slit long one leg, her more modest breasts similarly upthrust in clear competition with the other idol. Winter was a paragon of chastity, her own icy-pale dress long enough to pool around her feet, though it did hug tightly against her slender curves. Upstaging them all was Giselle, whose ebony dress was cut so short that her underwear peeked out from between her thighs whenever she moved, much to her obvious enjoyment. Naturally, all of them wore delicately applied makeup, and their forms curved seductively due to the presence of their high heels. It was a sight that would have driven a celibate mad with lust, and you were far from boorishly chaste.
The ladies in question preen while you observe them in turn, waiting patiently until your drink is finished before Ningning saunters forward, "So, would you like a bath, a meal, or perhaps..." she leans forward over the armchair, granting you an expansive view of her chest, "...me?" The other girls groan softly, a Ningning, giggles before whirling away, "Kidding, kidding! Let's get you some food, hm?" she claps her hands, and Winter rolls her eyes tiredly at you before ringing the service bell she had left next to her on the couch. Your cook obligingly putters on in, tutting matronly as she deposits a modest feast upon your serving table, before unloading a veritable tide of wine bottles and tapas for the ladies onto the fluted coffee table. Then, still smiling serenely, she wheels her cart back out into the kitchen, and you wonder if she is one of the few maids left standing in the entire mansion; obviously because only a complete moron would fornicate the cook until she passes out.
Ningning flops seductively onto the couch next to Winter, who eyes her with disdain, and waves her arm grandly toward you, "Please do dig in, you must be absolutely famished!" Which, in all fairness, you were, so you dig in. The idols meanwhile continue to lounge about, making idle conversation while consuming frankly impressive quantities of wine and nibbling upon delicacies, their mien one of affected casualness. Surmising that you will require a staggering quantity of calories in the hours to come, you devour a veritable heap of hearty yet delectable dishes, your dear cook always did know how to prepare you for an orgy. Aespa graciously wait until you have finished stuffing yourself before even allowing the merest mention of after-dinner entertainment into their discussions, whereupon they tactfully offer their nubile bodies to further your required relaxation; and it would be churlish of you to refuse. You cannot stop your heart from hammering in your chest however, as images of your penis's hypothetical explosive demise runs through your head, and you fret about just what the ladies have in store for you. Specifically. Obviously it would be sex-related.
Aespa debauch from whatever piece of furnishing they had been lasciviously laying upon or against and saunter towards you, their curves accentuated by the soft lighting of the flambeaux as well as the fireplace. They languidly kneel in front of, eyes burning with ill-concealed desire, and Karina gently rests her hand upon your knee, "Perhaps you may consider allowing us to show our appreciation, so that you might digest your meal properly?" she inquires, her breasts wobbling precariously with every breath, on the verge of cascading out of her dress with every word. Not to be outdone, Ningning nods in agreement, her own exposed cleavage heaving with exaggerated excitement (then again, it might be genuine),
"Please allow us to service you with all of our skill," she croons, to which Giselle helpfully adds with her panties on full display,
"Feel free to use my throat until I spew," a statement which causes grimaces from the rest of the girls and causes Winter to round things out with a polite,
"Let us pleasure you, the first one to make you finish gets fucked last." Ah, now that proposal fed some excitement into you.
The other girls huff and puff about Winter's idea, with Ningning naturally claiming that halting your inevitable climax from her unparalleled oral skills was nigh impossible, but soon all four are settled, and the matter turns to whom will be the first to attempt the challenge. Further heated discussion follows, with Giselle's winning argument claiming that since she was the first to have her skin blessed with your seed, she should go first; and amidst much grumbling, this was agreed upon. Bearing a triumphant smirk, Giselle shoos away the other girls, who settle together onto the couch to observe, in a startling similarity to your first intimacies with these idols. Except this time Aespa are relaxed and confident, wearing their arousal openly, their interest in the proceedings keen, no doubt secretly pleased to allow the member with the sloppiest oral technique go first.
Of course the operative word sloppy had less to do with the quantity of spit Giselle would be emitting (although it was a fairly impressive amount), since everyone in the room knows exactly who would be the one generating the largest mess, but rather that her technique was the least polished. So after sashaying forward to crouch between your spread knees, she gently removes your pants and unlimbers your still somewhat sweaty manhood, allowing it to rest against her face teasingly. Then with exaggerated care, Giselle places you between her smirking lips, sliding your flaccid meat into her mouth until she is kissing your crotch, and starts to rhythmically suck. You emit a soft moan as the idol impatiently slurps up and down your length, taking you down her throat with rather appealing moist noises as your member impales her neck. Rolling her eyes at your demureness, Giselle puts her own hand atop her head to mime you forcing her down onto it, since her oral skills relied more on enduring a face-pounding so vigorous it would make even an idol vomit than wily tongue-play or vacuum-like suction, she was obviously quite put out that you are not playing along.
That does not mean that Giselle was unimpressive at giving head though, even when playing to her weaknesses she was still outclassing the majority of ladies who had performed oral obeisance upon you before, merely that your balls were not already pressed against her ruddy chin while your seed courses down her throat. But of course such an outcome would result in Giselle going last when Aespa start utilizing their other holes... The idol winks knowingly when realization flickers across your face, and deviously continues to give you a comparatively lackluster blowjob to ensure that she will be among the first to be mounted by a fresh erection. Giselle is only more than happy to sacrifice bragging rights to ensure she receives the sort of attention she most desires. So once the grumbles from her fellow members lounging on the couch behind her grow loud enough, she allows your meat to flop out of her mouth, gamely giving a shrug and a huff before turning and stalking back to join her compatriot, though not before emphatically giving your testes a parting squeeze. Then Ningning surges to her feet to take Giselle's place, and you truly start to worry.
Ningning was the sort of girl to not stop until your load was in her mouth, and she would only then pause to show it off to her fellows before returning to proving why she was The Best at Oral Sex. She was also fantabulously messy, and frankly, you are not looking forward to sitting in a puddle of saliva while Karina and Winter take their turns. Not that you are about to utter a whisper of complaint of course, because only the most churlish and ignorant of men would refuse an offer for oral pleasuring from a beauty such as Ningning. Who smirks as she tosses a pillow between your legs, licking her pert lips with anticipation as she kneels before you, her modest cleavage once more on full display as her head lowers indulgently until she is kissing your moist shaft. She licks it, once, "Please relax," Ningning purrs, "let's show those sluts how true a gentleman enjoys being drained..." And promptly takes you in her mouth and gets to work.
Sticking your member into any of Ningning's holes results in an almost unstoppable tide of liquid pouring out of it (And yes, you mean unstoppable; you had tried to stopper her up one time, and her vagina had managed to expel the plug with such force it went through the wall, an exterior window, and out into the gardens where it was found imbedded in some concrete.), and her mouth was no exception; if anything, it was the rule. Ningning gargles and gurgles her way up and down your length, drowning your manhood in a river of warm spittle that soaks into the wrinkles of your sack, smearing her expensive lipstick all over your shaft. She combines this pleasant penile washing with some truly appalling suction that makes it sound as if someone was drowning a vacuum cleaner, and the combined effect is enough to send anyone on the opposite side of it to heaven. Ningning's eyes narrow with delight as she showily slobbers upon you until you are groaning with delight, keenly observing your testes and only relenting when they are on the verge of unloading their creamy cargo.
Wearing a triumphant smile, Ningning waits patiently until the urge to climax diminishes, before returning to her work with visible glee, lavishing your manhood with excessive stimulation as she edges it until you are nearly begging for mercy. The idol would have likely continued this treatment for the rest of the hour, until finally granting you release once you had sworn (in triplicate) that she was the superior woman in Aespa when it came to all matters sexual, but luckily the rest of the girls were not about to let that happen. Karina coughs once more, louder this time, "Excuse me, Ningning, but I do believe it is my turn?" Ningning scowls around your cock, before allowing it to slop out of her warm mouth, and she turns to face the others, "Is it, Karina? Time to steal my triumph again with some subpar technique right as I am about to finish him?" The other members groan,
"Ningning-" Winter starts,
"Just make him cum so we can fuck him already!" Giselle grumbles,
"Look, we can let him cool down a bit before continuing, alright?" Karina reasons, and after several more minutes of fervent arguing (during which you cool down), Ningning tearily assents, and Karina wearily takes her place.
Karina unusually does not waste much time with pleasantries, no doubt needing to work some stress off after wrangling Ningning, and so simply digs in moments after plopping down onto the crumpled pillow in front of you. Her prodigious cleavage squishing tantalizingly against your inner thighs, Karina takes you in her mouth without fanfare, seemingly unbothered by the layers of spittle still coating your skin. From cool to burning to a happy medium, the idol settles in at a more comfortable level, simply giving a normal blowjob with fairly basic technique as her head bobs steadily atop your manhood. You stifle a groan as her hand nimbly works your shaft in time with her head movements, her eyes sparkling with amusement, Karina doesn't need to be showy, she was just disturbingly proficient at most matters sexual. Except when it came to her breasts of course, in that case she was a sublime master at utilizing them to drain penises with uncommon skill. Which of course means that she does not bring her ponderous assets to bear on your already sensitive manhood, since that would result in you plastering her chest with unusual enthusiasm.
Having reached a happy medium, Karina simply continues to pleasure your penis with graceful restraint, coolly ensuring that by the time her turn is over, your erection will remain undiminished. Whereupon Winter smoothly rises and silently moves to join her fellow idol, usually a reserved and demure girl, Winter shows a surprising amount of enthusiastic sadism whenever her dear Karina gets involved. And so, likely not wanting to end up with a faceful of steaming semen, Winter takes matters into her own hands, and makes sure that the game ends here and now. Giving you a pleasant smile, she slides next to Karina, and with surprisingly delicacy moves her hand atop her head, before promptly slamming Karina's face into your crotch. Or at least she tries to. But Karina was more than used to dealing with this sort of technique, and already had her hand in the way, and so promptly unmounts your member before turning and starting to drag Winter's face towards the twitching meat that sprouts from your groin. The other two laugh and cheer as Karina overpowers Winter and slowly forces her mouth around your oozing tip, before shoving her even further down.
Winter's eyes widen desperately as your manhood fills her throat, but as Karina slides behind her there is little she can do but grasp your thighs for support as her mouth gets used like a sex toy. Karina teasingly bites her lip while she pistons her best friend's face into your crotch, with Winter gagging loudly every time her chin reaches your rising balls. You groan unashamedly as your shaft begins to pulsate, pleasure slowly rising up your well-teased length, causing your member to stiffen to its fullest extent as it starts to drag your clogged load out into the warmth. Winter lets out a plaintive whine as she feels your cock palpitating, and with a generous sigh, Karina pulls Winter's head up off your meat in time for it to erupt all over her panting face. Winter groans in disgust as Karina enthusiastically pumps away at your manhood, ensuring that every last drop ends up splattering onto the other idol's face and neck, covering her with a frankly impressive quantity of semen. Now literally dripping with sperm, Winter gives Karina an unhappy glare, "Thanks," she grouses, before devolving into giggles and giving Karina a rather sloppy kiss.
"So, does that count for both of you then?" Giselle calls from where she lays against Ningning, seductively stroking her exposed thigh, "Because Winter provided the mouth and you provided the motion,"
"It only makes sense, since you two would need to work together to finish him," Ningning agrees smugly,
"We can take him together, while you two watch!" Giselle snickers, lewdly maneuvering her leg to flash her panties at you, waggling her eyebrows suggestively,
"Oh stop being such bitches," Karina huffs, licking drops of cum off of her fingers, "Obviously Winter has to go last, just like she proposed!" To which Winter squawks in protest but is drowned out by the other girls' shouts, and is forced to pout in defeat, "But the most important question is... who goes first?" Karina muses, and now all of the girls are glaring daggers at one another, but before another lengthy cat-fight could break out, Ningning thoughtfully says,
"Why don't we let him pick? Let the... superior woman win," and flashes a radiant smile, no doubt certain exactly who would be chosen to first receive your seed. The idea passes with little contention, and soon all four of them are gathered about the couch once more, awaiting your decision.
Naturally, all of them are doing their best to encourage you to lay with them first, even poor Winter, each of them presenting themselves in the manner they knew to be your favorite. Aespa bend over the couch for you, drawing their dresses up around their waists, leaving a cascade a fabric to frame the supple curves of their asses while their plump lower lips press forward from between their smooth thighs; a veritable buffet of the most premium pussy money could buy. And every last pinkish slit is drooling with anticipation, sending runnels of fluid trickling down their legs, begging to be filled, to be pounded, to be bred, to be worshipped in the most genuine manner known to man. They all look back at you, wearing their most salacious smiles, each certain that they would be the one to win the contest, to be granted the release they so clearly craved, and with a shudder of lust you lurch to your feet, your mind unable to consider any other option...
Karina literally screams with pleasure as you take her from behind, her perfect pussy gripping your manhood as if it was trying to strangle it, wringing out every drop of rigid sensation until she climaxes... Ningning literally hoses down the couch as you mount her, her sputtering cunt spraying wildly with every thrust, running down the water-proof fabric and soaking into the carpet as she unleashes yet more... Winter's placid little hole practically burns with lust while you rail it, her usual reservedness shed, she shrieks for your cock joyful abandon while you stretch her out... Giselle is burning with outrage by the time you get to her, and wastes no time in verbally abusing you for your tardiness, spurring you into a veritable frenzy that makes even her bratty orifice squirt in surrender, and then you stick it in her ass... All of their asses, you violate each in turn while the others moan and beg for you to take your turn with them, to defile their holes to your hearts content, shivering with anticipation while you fuck their sisters of Aespa. And you breed them, of course, a seemingly endless stream of semen that clogs their greedy holes, flooding their innards until it pours out of them like yogurt into their eager hands to be lapped up and devoured...
It feels as if an age has passed when you finally crash back into your armchair, groggily admires the gorgeous view of all of Aespa collapsed over the back of the couch, their holes belching rivulets of your seed down their sweaty thighs, each of their magnificent evening dresses now stained and dirtied with sexual fluids. Truly a marvelous sight. The idols languidly slip down onto the puddled cushions, sighing with appreciation, and Karina lets out an inquisitive growl, "Just how much of that aphrodisiac did you give him?"
"All of it," Giselle groans contentedly, "Fucking. All of it," and the other girls murmur in appreciation. They lay sprawled against one another for a time, their nubile bodies press together in shared pleasure, until finally Ningning stretches and asks, "So who's up for round two?"
Winter snorts and says, "Well he is," and to your shock, she was entirely correct, even with your body so resoundingly exhausted by your efforts, your manhood remained yet undiminished, vibrantly still standing at rigid attention in salute for Aespa. Karina sighs, "We're going to have to do a lot of riding, aren't we?"
"Don't worry," Giselle slurs lazily, "I have just the thing..."
"Giselle," Karina asks mildly, "just how many sex-enhancers did you bring?"
"Lots, don't ask. Now where did I put my purse?"
A pointed cough interrupts proceedings, just as Giselle triumphantly empties some sort of pill out of a bottle, and all four girls turn to look at the cook, standing there like a stern parent finding their lovely daughter getting filled by three men, one of whom was a midget. She waggles a finger at them, and they launch into immediate protestations, but under her silent glare they gradually diminish, unwilling to gainsay the cook, since God knows they could barely burn a salad, and without her they would all starve. Then Aespa gingerly point out my stony member, and the cook nods thoughtfully, weighing the risks of over-exerting me compared to allowing me to go to bed with an erection like that; it was simply unhealthy! And so she compromises, and pinches her fingers together, just a little bit then, to allow my virility to be tamed, before putting me soundly to bed. The idols nod in fulsome agreement, their incessant desire kept mostly in check by their desire to not go famished, and Giselle carefully breaks the pill in half before plopping it into a massive jug of water. The cook raises her eyebrows at you, waggling them in the particular way when suggesting she might need a raise, before bowing and then departing, leaving you alone with the lionesses once more.
Giselle carefully brings the drink to your lips, which you eagerly swallow, your body wracked with thirst from your fervent exertions, as she blandly lists the various complicated sounding chemicals in her little treat, with the end result being, "...with this much dosage it should keep you going for another couple hours until the aphrodisiac wears off, at which point you'll probably pass out, sorry," she shrugs amicably while Winter continues to massage your shoulders and Karina works some idol magic around your crotch to improve blood flow; Ningning was busy chugging whiskey and looking pretty. You regain enough strength to thank them for their kind assistance, and Aespa all let out polite murmurs of reassurance,
"It is only proper that we as guests show our level of appreciation for your efforts, my dear host," Karina soothes you, "Especially considering your exhaustive feats to come..." Which was a rather elegant way to inform you that she was all to happy too ready you to get fornicated to exhaustion. And, ah! A burning strength spreads from your stomach, even your well-trained and refined body requiring a little extra to keep up with the industrial desires of Aespa. So you simply do what you had been bred to do, and absolutely fuck their brains out.
Karina smiles, "Are you ready to start...?"
...All of Aespa crowd around your manhood, kissing and lapping at its swollen length as their heads bob and squish together, working in staggered harmony to pleasure your cock. Their lips press eagerly against the strained skin of your shaft, tongues slithering to and fro, smearing their saliva along your member while they murmur and moan excitedly, making out with one another around the meat in their mouths...
...Ningning screams like a Diva while you take her in mating press, her juices spurting against your groin and dripping down onto her flushed face, every pump producing yet another gush of stinking fluids. Giselle buries her face in your taint, slathering it with her tongue while you pound Ningning's innards out of shape, giggling deviously as she urges your balls to empty inside of her friend. Finally with a gasp Ningning climaxes so hard she expels your cock, squirt fountaining all over herself while she loudly wails with release, until you angle your cock downwards and bury your entire length into her unprotected anus, which only makes her squirt even more...
...Karina groans heavily from her perch atop your cock, her arms shivering as she holds herself above you while Winter's nimble hand slips into her asshole. You can feel Winter's fingers moving in the orifice next to the one you currently occupy, and wearing a devious smirk, she wraps her hand around your manhood. Now both you and Karina are moaning as Winter gives you an internal handjob, using Karina's innards to grasp her pussy and stroke your member through it, and the stimulation was sublime. Above you, her weighty breasts swaying, Karina's eyes roll back as her cunt spasms around your length as she climaxes from being used in such an indelicate manner...
...Giselle gurgles happily with her head pinned against the couch, your manhood embedded deep down her throat, unable to resist and unwilling to stop you from using her face as violently as you had used her lower holes. Your balls slap rhythmically against her chin as spittle sputters down it, and erupts from her nostrils whenever she struggles to force air past the meat filling her throat, her face steadily turning more red. Naturally Giselle is masturbating furiously as she gradually suffocates around your cock, her entire body shuddering from the force of her climaxes as her eyes start to lose focus...
...With their chests pressed together, the two bustiest members of Aespa smile up at you, Karina and Ningning's squished breasts forming a fleshy tunnel for your erection to plumb. They giggle as your rod slides between them, delving through the cushioned softness of their cleavage and grinding past the hard dimples of their nipples, each staring expectantly at you. Obviously you are going to finish due to them, right? So naturally you do your best to prove them both correct by ravishing their proffered bosoms with unnatural vigor...
...Laying on their sides with their backs pressed together, Giselle and Winter moan as you violate their assholes in turn, pulling out of one girl's anus only to slam yourself into the one right next to it. You tease them with your thrusts, until both are pleading for their innards to be despoiled, to be ravaged, to be plowed out of shape, united in their desire to have their rears filled to the brim with pulsating meat...
...Ningning rides you like an acrobat, showing off her most intricate techniques as her hips dart through the air in complex patterns that press her sopping walls against your manhood in the most pleasurable manner imaginable. A haughty smirk creases her lips as she writhes up and down your shaft, even dipping your penis out of her pussy before remounting it with her ass in a single smooth motion, and proving that her skills on top were undiminished regardless of which of her holes you are inside of. Then Ningning's smug visage is obscured as Giselle plops herself on your face, only for her moans to soon grow as loud as the idol riding you...
...Laying back on the couch, Aespa pull their legs behind their heads, eagerly proffering their puffy slits for your delectation, each of their folds opening like moist flowers before the dawn. They masturbate excitedly as you slowly work your way down the line of tender vulvas, devouring each one in turn while their owners squeal and gasp and leak copiously. Naturally they insist that you make a feast of their juicy dishes, and so you help yourself to several courses of the most expensive delectables on the market...
...Giggling and cooing, your resident idols press their faces together, giving you their most intense expressions, oozing charisma and desire while your furiously stroke yourself right in front of them. Their hands caress your body as salaciously as they do one another, seeming unable to cease groping one another even as the supreme moment approaches. Their cool demeanors turn into shock however when the most massive load of your entire life erupts directly into their faces, a truly monstrous quantity of your seed spraying onto them. They sputter and gasp as rope after rope of semen paints their gorgeous visages, eyes bright amidst a creamy glazing of sperm as your testes offer up one final hurrah. By the time you are drained, they are literally dripping with your gooey expulsion, gazing at one another in complete shock, their faces that had gazed out upon crowds of tens of thousands of baying fans now lay marinating in your sperm. And your last memory was of them starting to kiss, their hands fumbling at one another's crotches as their tongues writhed in each other's mouths, eager to capitalize on the superb stimulation they had been granted...
You awaken in your own bed, with the familiar warmth of several women pressing against you to ward off the morning's chill, their soft curves achingly recognizable to you. You groan, your body a mass of soreness and pain, your every muscle growling at the merest movement, with your most beloved muscle positively pulsating with agony from overuse. Drowsy murmurs susurrate from the sheets around you as your bedmates stir from your shifting, writhing closer to better ensconce themselves in comfortable positions, mewling at the dreary prospect of waking. Gradually though, the four Venus orbiting you blearily drag themselves fully into consciousness, yawning and snuggling against each other and you, forming an amorphous mass beneath the stuffy embrace of your covers, grumbling all the while. Soon enough, all four of Aespa are risen, muttering and chattering while limbs writhe beneath the blankets, with more than a few hands questing for your tender to ascertain its condition,
"How was your rest, dear host?" dreamily inquiries Karina from her place against your chest,
"Superb, with such beauties sharing your bed?" purrs Ningning as she strokes your shoulder,
"Someone still seems tired though," Giselle's muffled voice comes from near your crotch,
"It would be after the crap you gave him," Winter mutters while she shamelessly gropes Karina. Tiredly, you acknowledge that you had indeed slept like the damned, and politely ask while fondling each of the girls in turn, just how long you had been unconscious for?
"Over a day," answers Ningning, "Giselle's goodies drained you in more ways than one." Which did a great deal to explain why you are appallingly famished, thirsty, and feel as if your bladder was going to erupt through your manhood. But when you attempt to move to alleviate these issues, your very flesh complains vigorously, before promptly declaring its intentions to abandon this effort, a piss-filled bed be damned. So, with some embarrassment, you, the host, are forced to voice your needs to your lovely guests, who thankfully are only too happy to assist.
Still wrapped in your blanket, the five of you stagger into the bathroom, Aespa straining to support you as your gradually stumble your way to the toilet, where you proceed to empty what feels like a pool's worth of urine into it; which deeply impresses Giselle and Ningning for whatever reason. Then back to the bed you go, where three of the ladies bundle you up once more, while Winter scurries off to fetch provisions. It sounds like a portion of your maids are active once more, though many remain as prostrate as you, their holes still shrinking and sore from the intensive ravishing they received.
Over the next several days, Aespa continue to care for you, slowly nursing you back to health while providing for endless entertainment with their erudite conversations and amusing tales, as well as some impressively acrobatic lesbian sex. With the deadline for their contract on the horizon, the time flies by, until before you knew it, the final night of their stay was upon you. Unfortunately you are still bedridden, but your idols are still more than happy to join you for a final sendoff before they must depart the next morning, and after a truly pleasant meal, they shoo away the maids before stripping out of their pajamas to reveal the elaborate lingerie hidden beneath. Karina favors an elegant body suit, pushing up her breasts with a brassiere to make her already formidable cleavage downright staggering to gaze upon. Giselle goes with a simple stockings and garter set, though she has inked her entire body with beguiling whorls and patterns, which rather makes up for the lack of any other clothing. Winter chose a simple sheer nightie, its silk fabric so diaphanous that it does little to obscure her nubile form. Ningning, naturally, outdoes them all with a fine, midnight-colored nightgown that has been slit along several of its lengths, making its skirt sway enticingly with every motion she makes, whilst also lending some heft to her breasts in parallel with her rival.
Such a seductive site produces an obvious reaction, though in your enfeebled state, your manhood can merely raise itself proudly towards the ceiling, awaiting its sodden fate. With surprising tenderness, Aespa mount you one after the other, languidly riding your member with the utmost intimacy, pressing your face into their bodices while they slowly massage your load out of you with patient care. Your seed spills into their superb pussies for what you fear will be the final time, your testes offering what sperm it could feverishly produce while you recovered from that exhausting night, gifting each of the idols a creamy reminder of their stay. Afterwards, Aespa thoughtfully clean your cock of their juices, before curling up next to you to usher you into a much-needed rest, your health strained by even this gentle lovemaking.
The next morning Aespa saunter out your front door and down the marble steps towards their waiting limousine, looking for all the world as if they had been at some sort of relaxing spa, rather than having their bodies violated by some perverse heir. You watch them leave from a wheelchair pushed by your maids, as morose as a child watching his dearest friends leave after spending the night, stoically maintaining the proper expression as they pile into the vehicle; which departs with a screech of tires upon pavement. You doubt Aespa's owners will be much pleased with them at their return, having had an entire month to actually read their contract, they would have eventually realized how they had been tricked. With their lawyers groaning towards the ceiling whilst being fellated, and their arses being filled by your more vigorous maids, those executives would have failed to notice who exactly in their company all that money was to be deposited to. Who better to gift it to, than the ladies being purchased? You chuckle grimly at this final jest, truly, Aespa had been worth every penny!
Later that day, while you lay lazily in your armchair in the library, a maid approaches you, and proffers a notecard for you, one that she had apparently found while cleaning the idols' rooms. Your curiosity piqued, you examine it, excitement bubbling up through your chest as your eyes race along the words,
My utmost thanks for your spectacular benevolence while hosting us, sir. I eagerly yearn for your next invitation, and pray it shall not be long in coming, without any expectation of compensation. -Karina
If Karina is going, then I don't see why I shouldn't either, I'm looking forward to enjoying her with you again. Best threesome I've had all year! -Winter
Call me, xoxo -Giselle PS. If you run into me out in public, you have my permission to ravish me. Make it hard, and make me scream ;)
No doubt that harlot Karina is desperate for your attentions once more, but we both know who truly deserves it. I look forward to putting on many a show for you, free of charge, and once I retire... breed me. That is not a request. -Love, Ningning
You smile, and the maids attending you beam to one another, chattering excitedly at their master's obvious joy. You still owned Aespa, though the chains are now of desire, rather than money.
Somewhere, basking in Heaven, undoubtedly mounting some buxom seraphim, your grandfather was smiling down on you.
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