Chapter 55: Chapter 55
Meanwhile, my brain refused to let go of what I’d just witnessed. Penelope. God fuuuuucking damn it. That was... what even was that? Walking human earthquake? Those tits were cartoon physics made flesh. Yeah, fake. She said it herself. Silicone, plastic, whatever—they were built. But did I care? Did it make them less hypnotic, less obscene, less perfect? Not one fucking bit. I was already replaying the sight in my head, trying not to drool like a caveman.
"Take a photo. Jeez," Penelope’s voice rang out again from the kitchen, casual as you like, as if she hadn’t just derailed the entire night.
Richard laughed nervously, then gestured between us. "And this is Penelope. Mendy’s childhood friend."
"Y-yeah," I stammered, throat suddenly dry as sand. I tore my eyes away from the kitchen doorway and cleared my throat. "I, uh... I should wash my hands."
And maybe my brain while I was at it.
"Where’s the bathroom?"
Mendy pointed down the short corridor. "Last door on the left," she said without looking up from the plate she was balancing.
"Thanks."
Still thinking about Penelope, I walked toward the bathroom and exhaled. Boy—what kind of a woman was she? How could she even walk with that giant rockets?
"Need to calm down." I muttered as I stepped inside.
The bathroom was small but clean—white tiles a little scuffed, a small frosted window, a pedestal sink, a round mirror with a thin chrome frame, and a towel hook where an old terry hung. The kind of place that smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and someone’s cheap aftershave. I flicked the light on and leaned over the sink.
I splashed water on my face first, then washed my hands, rubbing the soap between my fingers the way you do when you’re trying to slow your thoughts. I caught myself in the mirror. The charm points I’d poured into my face paid off: the jaw looked sharp, the stubble sat right, my eyes still had that tired, dangerous gleam. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled.
"Okay..." I said to my reflection. "Damn... those tits."
My dick twitched like it had a mind of its own. I felt the heat in my trousers and the stupid, all-too-familiar pressure in my pants. If I popped a boner out there—God, that would be a scene. Better to handle it now and come back nonchalant.
I sat on the closed toilet lid, popped my fly, and went for my phone, clicking on an anal video.
I thought of Jasmine’s tight cunt, of Tessa’s breathy noises when I’d pushed her pussy, the taste of both of them in my mouth. My cock throbbed harder, hips involuntarily arching as the memories pushed me closer. The warmth behind my eyes told me I wasn’t going to last long.
A loud knock on the bathroom door made me jerk so hard I nearly lost my grip. For a second I forgot how long I’d been in there.
"Yo," Penelope called, voice carrying down the corridor. "Get out already. Dinner’s ready."
I slammed the phone shut and shoved it back into my pocket, scrambling to zip up. "I... yeah," I said, forcing my voice steady. "I was having a—phone call. Sorry."
"Phone call," she repeated skeptically as footsteps faded away. I could hear her mutter something—probably about liars—and then she was gone.
Blue-balled...
I had to fuck the shit out of Kim tonight.
Sorry, Tom,
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I leaned back on the couch, beer in one hand, cock in Kim’s mouth. She was on her knees between my legs, slurping and moaning like she was starving for it. Wet sounds filled the room, her tongue swirling around my tip before sliding me deep down her throat.
The TV flickered across the room, though it wasn’t sitting on a stand—it was balanced on Tom’s back. Poor bastard was on all fours, blindfolded, ball gag stuffed in his mouth, his little cock twitching in the cage, dripping like a broken faucet.
"Come on, man," I muttered, nudging the bottle to my lips. "Keep it steady. I’m trying to watch the news."
"Shhhrrooy..." Tom’s muffled voice came out weak and shaky.
Kim popped me out of her mouth with a wet gasp, tongue hanging as she glanced up at me. "I wanna drink too."
I tilted the bottle, letting beer spill past her lips. Foam dribbled down her chin as she swallowed hard. "I’d give you the bottle," I said, smirking, "but I don’t feel like tasting my own dick."
She grinned, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then shoved me back inside. Her throat tightened, swallowing me down with a noisy slurp.
Behind her, Tom groaned through his gag, hips shaking as his cage clinked.
"Don’t shake it," I muttered again, looking over his trembling back. "Come on. How hard can it be, huh?"
Kim popped off me for half a breath. "You’ll make him cry," she said, smirking, before sinking back down.
I chuckled. "Fine, fine."
"He’s so weak," she teased, stroking my shaft with her spit-slick hand while her lips kissed my head. "You have to be softer with him."
I grunted as she went back to sucking, sloppy and eager, her lips dragging down my cock like she wanted to pull the cum right out of me.
On the TV, two sisters flashed across the screen, Carrie and Liz, performing in some packed stadium in Korea.
Kim pulled me out again, snapping her head toward the screen. "Those two again? They really are popular, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, taking another swig. "They make good songs."
"Eh," she muttered. "I guess."
Then she shoved me right back in her mouth.
Behind her, Tom’s cock twitched violently in the cage, precum already spilling out the slit.
I leaned back on the couch, beer still half-cold in my hand, and watched Kim crawl across the carpet on all fours. The TV light flickered against her bare ass, against Tom’s blindfolded face where he knelt like a pathetic mutt in front of the screen. The ball gag muffled his shallow breathing. He couldn’t look at me, but I could see his cock twitching in that cage, drooling like he’d been edged for days. Maybe he had.
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Kim’s Interest +5
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Guess she was enjoying this.
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Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20
Tessa: Interest: 15 / 20
Kim: Interest: 6/20
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"Enough sucking now," I said, brushing the back of my hand over Kim’s cheek as she glanced up at me with that smug little grin. "Let’s get to the fucking."
Tom stiffened like I’d slapped him. He made a noise behind the gag, muffled panic mixed with excitement. Poor bastard didn’t know if he wanted me to stop or keep going.
Kim smirked wider, turned her face toward her boyfriend, and then crawled over until she was right in front of him. She knelt down, hands on the floor, ass arched high in the air, face hovering so close to Tom’s that I could see his nostrils flare. She tilted her head, eyes locked on mine, not his, as if to say this is yours, not his.
I crouched down behind her, my cock thick and already aching from the blowjob she’d given me earlier. I pressed the head between her slick folds but didn’t push in yet. I let the heat kiss me, let it pulse, let Tom see the way Kim’s body trembled with the promise.
He groaned through the gag, and I chuckled, leaning a hand against Kim’s back. "You hear that, buddy? That’s the sound of your girlfriend begging without a single word. Her body knows what it wants. It wants me."
Kim let out a low, breathy laugh. "He’s drooling in there, isn’t he? I can feel his breath on my face."
I slid my cock just a little inside her, enough to make her gasp and clutch at the floor. Then I pulled out. I didn’t give her what she wanted, not yet. "Easy, girl," I muttered. "Not so fast. We’re gonna take our time. Make sure he sees every second."
Tom jerked his head, like he wanted to scream, but the gag muffled it to nothing. I tapped the back of his head lightly. "Steady. Don’t ruin the view."
I slid my cock up and down her cunt, letting the tip drag against her clit. She twitched each time I grazed her, little gasps slipping out of her mouth. Her fingers clawed weakly at the carpet, her ass pushing back against me without her even realizing it.
"God... Evan," she breathed, voice trembling. "Please... stop teasing. I need it."
"You hear that, Tom?" I said, dragging the head of my cock across her folds, soaking it with her slick. "She’s begging me. Not you. She never begs you, does she?"
I let the tip press just barely inside, then pulled back out again, making her whimper. She was so wet it left me glistening, slick strands stretching between us.
Tom’s muffled whine cracked through the gag, his whole caged body trembling. I leaned closer, angling my voice right into his ear. "This is what a real man gets, buddy. Not that sad little twitching thing between your legs."
Kim’s hips pushed back against me harder, her breath catching. "Evan, please," she whispered. "Don’t make me wait anymore. Just... fuck me."