Triplets Make Five

His precum glistened for me, taunting me with its goodness, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. I held out my hand and he grasped it, helping me up off the table as my world began to tilt. My head hurt with the force of my orgasm and I groaned, and I felt my forehead collide with his chest while he ran his hands through my hair.

“Deep breaths,” he said. “Just take deep breaths.”

When I finally collected myself, I jumped off the table and hit my knees. I took his throbbing cock between my lips just as he settled back down into a chair, and my hands wrapped around his thick, chiseled thighs while his cock throbbed against my teeth. Never in my life had I ever sucked off a cock this big, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take all of him at once.

I wrapped my hand around his base, no longer able to unhinge my jaw any further, and I began to hollow out my cheeks with suction while he ran his hand through my hair. I could feel his balls slowly hanging lower, filling themselves with his inevitable release. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs jump with every swipe of precum I swallowed.

I raised my eyes to look at him and found him staring down at me, and the look in his eye made my body tremble. He seemed primal. Strong. Determined with just a hint of vulnerability.

I wanted to make him come undone at the warmth of my mouth, so I slid him all the way to the back of my throat and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Soon, he began to thrust. His hands stopped their ministrations and curled into my hair, and soon my face was nothing but a warm place being used for his pleasure. I dug my fingernails into his thighs while he fucked my face, and I moaned in ecstasy as he commanded my entire body. His grunts and groans fell from his lips, covering my body in their salacious sounds while my throat began to close around him.

And that’s when I felt his legs begin to shake.

“Ella. Holy shit, you feel so good. Just like I thought you would.”

He gave my throat one last thrust before his balls pulled into his body. I took him down the back of my throat as my lips touched his pelvis, and I pressed a kiss to his skin and stained him with my red lipstick. I felt his hot streams of cum pump down my throat while his body unraveled in the chair. I gulped him down, reveling in his taste before I slowly removed him from my mouth, and as his head lobbed back in the aftershocks of his orgasm, all I could do was stifle a giggle.

My lipstick really did leave a hell of a stain behind.

9

Foster

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I stretched my arms and welcomed the morning sun upon my face just as the soreness began to trickle down to my toes. I could feel the bruises on the backs of my thighs from where Ella’s fingernails had dug into my skin, but I could also smell her beautiful pussy still on my lips. She had tasted just like I thought she would, but I still didn’t get to feel those long legs wrapped around my waist. But, the moment she hit her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, I knew I couldn’t resist her.

The contrast of her crimson red lipstick against my tanned skin drove me wild. Her lipstick left streaks on the veins of my cock that were throbbing against her teeth, and the moment her eyes raised to connect with mine I knew I had her. She wanted to service me, wanting to gobble me down and never let me go.

I reminisced in how her tongue wrapped around the tip of my cock while my naked body laid there in the sunlight. It twitched at the mere thought of her lips being wrapped around it, but the part that got me was how she took me all the way back. She felt my body giving way-- like she’d been with me for years-- and she sucked me back and let me pump myself down her throat. I got to watch her crimson red lips touch my pelvis. I got to see her lips stain my skin with the red from the pair of lips that were swollen from sucking my massive dick.

I raised up and looked down at my skin and smiled when I saw the red hadn’t faded from my skin just yet. It was a reminder of what had transpired. A reminder that it had actually happened. That I’d brought the mesmerizing stage performer to her knees while she sang around my cock.

But I still wanted to feel her legs around me. I wasn’t ready to let her go, not just yet.

I got up and threw on some jogging clothes before I headed down to the gym. The state of the art gym in my building housed every single piece of equipment you could imagine. It took up an entire floor of the building, and every single time I walked in there was something new to be seen. Last week they had upgraded all the treadmills, and this week it looked like they had replaced all the weights for the weight lifters. I interchanged weight lifting to keep my muscles lean and strong with cardio to keep my core as ripped as I could. Today was a cardio day, but there was a part of me that simply wanted to crawl back into bed and keep daydreaming of Ella.

Ella and her lips and her long, long legs.

“Were you at that party last night?”

“I wasn’t, but the guy above me was. Apparently, the man wasn’t even there.”

“Wait, the host of the party wasn’t at his own party? The fuck’s that about?”

I listened to the conversation going on in front of me. I had my earbuds in, providing the illusion I wasn’t listening, but my music was paused so I could hear them better. There were rumors that circulated about the billionaire that lived in the penthouse suite of our building. Rumors of sex parties and endless libations that flowed until people either got sick or passed out. Some of the people in the building had personal stories of sleeping on the man’s cloud-like carpet while others had stories of the crazy things they would encounter while they were there.

One time, there were rumors that the billionaire up top had a horse flown in specifically to take pictures with. Just had it fucking airlifted onto the top of the building. But, that was the thing about him: no one knew who the fuck he was. No one knew what he looked like, his name, or even if it was a man. No one knew who lived at the top of this fucking building, and I couldn’t wrap my head around why. Why all the secrecy? If you have money and want to flaunt it by airlifting a fucking horse onto the floor, why the hell would you want to keep that secret? The pussy that man could slay if women knew who he was would be astounding.

For someone who didn’t have issues spending money, he sure as hell had issues with people knowing who he was.

“Do you think the owner has ever been to one of his own parties?”

“I don’t even think someone lives there. It’s probably just an old room people rent out to throw parties. Remember that massive orgy last month? I bet it was someone’s idea but they didn’t wanna claim it, so they blamed it on some ‘mystery tenant’.”

“You think people are renting out the penthouse suite and throwing parties they’d be embarrassed of?”

It was honestly a decent opinion. It was a hell of a lot better than some of the other rumors that circulated sometimes. For awhile there, people thought an ugly-ass hunchback had secluded himself from society. When I first moved in, people were convinced that spies were outfitting the penthouse to spy on them and take their money.