by Writing Shark
The beginning of your plan
It’s only early in the morning but you’re already awake…
“Fuck…”
No, it’s already early afternoon, but today is a special day. It takes some time to recover from yesterday’s festivities. What happened? You are looking forward to the memories coming back to you during the morning… you look at the clock next to your bed… during the afternoon. You rub your face and feel the sheets next to you. The other side of your bed is empty.
“Shit…” But that’s to be expected. You wake up alone a lot. With a groan, you swing your legs out of bed.
“Ouch…”
“Fuck! Shit… stupid fucking thing…” You look up at the curled-up body at your feet, then a dirty grin cracks your face. “Oh yeah… right…” At your feet is one of the reasons for the party yesterday… and the party the day before that…
The tired woman groans as you nudge her roughly with your foot, then she too rises to her feet. “Good morning Honey. How did you sleep” you ask her.
“Good,” mumbles the woman whose face is still sticky from your cum, her hair ruffled and her mascara smeared. As you get dressed, she just manages to sit up. Scarlett has been busy this weekend.
She’s one of the biggest stars you’ve got in your stable, ripe, curvy and a face that makes cocks hard and pussies wet, and which you used several times yesterday as a target for your cumshots. Younger than her, you made her big and she made you rich. A few days ago you signed the contract for her latest movie, millions more in your ever-growing portfolio, and since then, before she leaves for her publicity tour, you’ve done nothing but celebrate.
“Get dressed and washed,” you say as you slip on your robe. “You smell like cum.”
“Okay.” On the outside, she’s a mature, self-sufficient, strong adult and confident established actress in Hollywood, the infested comatose hellhole where you make your money. At home, she’s your target for cum, spit and piss who willingly lets you do anything your sick/brilliant mind comes up with. She simply fulfills her part of the bargain that earned her a million-dollar movie role and a glamorous life.
While your cum target freshens up you wander your home in the hills of Los Angeles. Located in Bell Canyons on a cliff overlooking the city, your two-story home provides the perfect base for the next step in your master plan, which start you’ve been celebrating for the past few days. Unfortunately, it’s also such a large house and estate that it’s difficult to find anyone here, especially in the battleground of the party/orgy you’ve hosted for the last three days.
As you shuffle from the second to the first floor, on your way to the kitchen, you pass the party room. Most of the guests have already left, but the entertainment has not.
“Oh shit” you groan at the sight of two young ladies satisfying each other among empty bottles, trash and torn gift bags on the stained carpet in a steamy sweaty 96. Your secretary lies on top of the other girl, her sweaty head pressed wearily between the legs of her partner. You forgot last night to allow the two to end their entertainment program for your guest who left at four in the morning. After a click of your tongue, you want to order them to stop but you hear the hoarse, strained, tired moan of the girl under your secretary and rather lean smiling against the wall and watch the two.
Whimpering and moaning, your secretary licks her partner to an unwanted, perhaps already painful orgasm and then trembles as the girl under her does the same.
“Good morning,” you say as the two are down from their orgasms. Tired looks out of half-closed eyes dutifully turn to you.
“‘hoo mohn siah…” mumbles Lyndsy trying to smile but can’t get her numb tongue in her mouth. As she rises like a wobbling monkey, you see the ravaged body of Abigail under her whose red hair is all sticky from Lyndsy’s juices and the spit of the guest. And other fluids it seems. But even with the smell of urine and cum it’s good to see Abigail, it means your girlfriend is still here.
“Where’s babe?” you ask the two women. Lindsy raises her arm strained while the other girl starts licking again as if in a trance, spit and girl-cum, fresh and encrusted sticking to her face and her hair slick and stuck to the laminate floor. Lindsy points down and you follow her gesture as she drops her lap onto her partner’s face again without much emotion. When Hollywood stars with millions in their bank accounts are your devoted and primal slaves, your underlings have no illusions about who’s in charge in this house. But you are not a monster. You’re just too tired for that.
“You can stop, now,” you say as you walk out, hearing grateful groans from the large room behind you. “Lindsy, make yourself presentable. We have work to do honey.”
“Yeff swir…”
The lower floor of your house is occupied primarily by a large central room that also looks like it did after the Battle of Saipan. Sleepy you stroll into the kitchen and grab a cold drink, something without alcohol. You like to party but you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t avoid unnecessary risks. Two glasses of orange juice will have to do for now until someone whips you up a smoothie. And something to eat. You are hungry.
Curious, you look into the large central room next to the kitchen to the sofa. You smile, recognizing what you’ve been looking for.
“Babe” you grin. You would recognize the well-trained naked thigh anywhere. The rest of the body is hidden under the bodies of two other women, one you know…
… the other you don’t.
“Babe,” you say again and hear a coo among the other girls.
“Babe? Fuuuuck… Is it morning already?”
“It’s day already” you grin.
“Fuck!” Your laughter accompanies Camila’s surprised cry as your friend pushes the Latina beauty off of her. The other girl submissively manages to slide off the sofa quickly and you look at her perfect little naked Asian body. Brownish skin, little pointy tits, devoted facial expression, ruffled hair with the same girl cum crust as with the other two bitches. Your girlfriend has great taste in fuckmeat.
But then it’s your girlfriend who gets all your attention.
“Fuck honey you look fantastic.”
“I look terrible,” Olivia grumbles, making a face. You shake your head and hand her a glass of orange juice. While your girl sips the liquid you can look at her perfectly toned muscular and al in all totally fuckable body.
Even three days of orgies, alcohol and partying can’t take away your girl’s beauty and where the Asian girl and Camilia look just as disheveled and fucked through as the other chicks in the house, Olivia radiates the glow that only your girlfriend can achieve.
“Are you contradicting me?” you ask sternly. “Do I need to remind you of the rules, slave?”
Writing Shark 