The Venus Curse

The Venus Curse

 

An Erotic Harem Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

The Venus Curse

 

An Erotic Harem Novel

 

Copyright © 2022 Green Bush Publishing

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Chapter 1

 

All I wanted was some lunch. My afternoon was free except for a late appointment at 4pm. I had plenty of time for a leisurely lunch and to maybe catch up on some back work. The cafe I went to catered to workers at the business park where my office was located.

The young hostess giggled at me. Probably because she was just out of high school.

The waitress flirted with me. I figured it was because she wanted a nice tip.

The woman at the next table was busy with her cell phone until she noticed me. Then I got a smile, some eye fucking, and then a conversation.

I was used to this sort of thing. Lots of women would come on to me. I’m not being an arrogant bastard when I say I’m handsome and I was used to women all but throwing themselves at me.

Claudia, the woman at the next table, was forward and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“What do you do for a living, Spencer?”

“I’m in financial services. I’m a financial advisor.”

“Hmm. Well, it seems I have some extra money lying around. How would you advise me to invest it?”

“I’d advise you to make an appointment with me and we’ll look at your situation.”

“How about now?” 

I knew she was flirting. Claudia was batting her eyes, leaning forward to show off her cleavage, touching my arm whenever she had a chance. Nothing crude, but it was nice. I was used to this sort of thing. 

I’ll admit it. I had fucked around with more women than I remembered. I’m not exactly proud of that, but I wasn’t ashamed either. It had been good for business. A lot of my clients were women in professional careers who wanted a handsome man telling them what to do with their money.

I shrugged. “My afternoon is free.”

“Where’s your office? We should go there right now.”

I had started off with a large company, hated it, and broke off as quickly as I could. I took a hit on income at first, but it was more than worth it in the long run. So I had a private office. It was just a couple of rooms with a secretary/receptionist I shared with three other offices (two therapists and an insurance agent), but it was what I needed.

Fifteen minutes after we met, Claudia was in my office.

Twenty minutes after we met, she was sucking my cock.

“This will just have to be a preliminary interview,” I said to her. “I’ll need financial records and tax returns to truly help you out.”

“I can provide that,” said Claudia, stepping far too close to me as I walked to my desk. She took my tie in her hand, admiring the fabric or pattern. “But there’s something else I want first.”

I stiffened. In both meanings of the term.

“What’s that?”

“I want you,” she said, pressing closer now. She was a tall woman and it was easy for her to lean in and inhale my scent. I knew where this was going. Her lips were inches away from my neck. “I want you inside me.”

“That wouldn’t be very professional of me, Claudia.”

“You aren’t my advisor yet,” she said. “Just consider this…a requirement of my financial needs.”

I was only human. Maybe she just wanted a fuck. Maybe she just wanted a fuck and financial advice. I wasn’t going to turn down sex just because of some professional ethics. 

I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look up at me. We exchanged a look that was soul-baring and fostered a connection. Or maybe I was just horny. It had been two days since I had gotten laid. 

It had been a month since I had broken up with my girlfriend.

We kissed. She kissed me aggressively, shoving her tongue into my mouth. 

I loved it.

She didn’t object to my hands grabbing her ass. Her buttocks were taut under her skirt. 

I didn’t have long to kiss her or manhandle her ass. 

Claudia broke the kiss and almost immediately fell to her knees as I backed up a step against my desk.

I was worried she’d tear her stockings on the floor, but she didn’t seem to care. In a few seconds she expertly opened up my pants and pulled out my hard cock. 

I tossed aside my jacket and loosened my tie.

“I do appreciate a good blowjob,” I told her.

“I give the best,” she said and then went on to prove it.

I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs over the years. A lot. More than I could count. 

Claudia’s was one of the best. It’s hard to quantify because, as I’ve said, I’ve gotten a lot, and second, they all seem special in the moment.

She knew exactly what she was doing. How hard to suck. How to tease with her tongue. When to gently massage the balls while licking the underside. How to look up at me with wide open eyes and meet my gaze while her mouth was full of my manhood.

That really did it for me.

I wasn’t going to blow my load right away into her mouth, but I sure as hell wanted to.

She had rich brown eyes and blonde hair. Her dye job was very good, but the color wasn’t natural. She also wore too much makeup for my taste. Again, it was very well done and expertly applied, but the toning smoother and the lipstick all said she was a high-maintenance woman. Not someone I’d have a relationship with.

I didn’t want a relationship, though. I just wanted to fuck her.

Her blouse, blazer, and skirt all stated working professional. I wondered if her tits were real or fake. I couldn’t immediately put an age to her face and body, but I guessed mid-thirties.

Abruptly she paused in mid-blowjob. “I don’t want you to waste this down my throat. I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” I said and immediately regretted it. She noticed my abrupt change of expression.

“What’s the matter?”

“I…uh…I don’t have any condoms with me.” At that point I would have happily gone down on her if she was willing to give me a follow-up blowjob. There was a damn good reason I was single and didn’t have any kids. I was always careful. 

“You’re in luck,” she said and reached for her purse that she had dropped on one of the visitor’s chairs. “I’m always packing.”

She pulled out a set of three condoms.

I wasn’t sure if I was impressed or outright surprised that this woman was a slut.

Then again, I was being a slut with her, so I withheld my judgment.

“But we only need these if you want to fuck me. I hate giving blowjobs when the man is wearing latex.” As she spoke, she started undressing. Underneath her professional suit she had on a pink bra that did amazing things to her tits. I could just see the faint outline of her nipples through the lace.

When she dropped her skirt I saw her panties matched her bra. The same pink lace that was all but see-through. She wore thigh high stockings and no garter belt. She was truly a sexual being.

“I’d love to fuck you,” I said. “It would be an honor.” I wasn’t lying. She had a great body. No immediately visible tattoos and the one thing that hinted that maybe she wasn’t just a typical professional woman was the belly button ring. But even that was sexy and somewhat demure.

A second later we kissed again. I ran my hands over her smooth skin. My pants fell down to the floor and I kicked them off. A moment after that I turned her around, bent her over my desk and pulled down her panties. 

They weren’t just panties. She was wearing a thong. I wanted to shove my cock right into her then and there, but I stopped, smart enough to rip open one of the condoms packets and roll it on.

“Hurry up,” she begged me. “I need your cock in me. Now! Please!”

I hadn’t gone down on her or done any real foreplay, but when I reached between her spread legs as she bent over my desk, I felt how wet she was. Obviously the idea of semi-anonymous sex in the middle of the day was what got Claudia hot. I also noted that her pussy was smooth. She did some careful grooming down there.

She reached around behind her and grabbed my cock. “What are you waiting for?” she demanded. 

I sank my manhood into her. I went in without resistance. Her pussy was warm and accommodated me easily. 

I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. No slow build up, just hard and fast from the get-go. Claudia didn’t mind. She moaned and sighed and shuddered as I used her body.

We used the desk as a support point. She was able to straighten up and I could reach around and grab her tits. I considered trying to unhook her bra or just pull it off her body without unhooking it, but there was something raw and primal about us fucking while we both wore tops. Well, I had on my shirt and she had her bra.

As I cupped her tits I discovered that her nipples were pierced. That wasn’t obvious upon first viewing through the lace. Just little barbells through the nipples with small balls decorating them. 

She liked it when I slightly twisted and played with them.

Two last surprising points. First, though I had been in the same office for three years, I had never fucked anyone in it. I hadn’t so much as jerked off in the shared office bathroom. I tried to keep professional separate from personal. Fucking a woman in my private office was a new thing for me.

Second, we only fucked for two minutes, three tops. I still managed to make her cum. Or maybe Claudia was an excellent actress, but why she’d fake it for me, I couldn’t hazard a guess. While she wasn’t silent, she was quiet enough. Without being told, she knew the rules.

I kept one hand on her tit and the other on her hip and I thrusted one last time before I emptied my balls into her.

Into the condom.

We collapsed on the desk.

I was always careful to keep it clear of unnecessary paperwork.

“That was incredible,” she said after a minute as I lay on top of her, panting, “but the edge of the desk is really digging into my hips.”

“Sorry.” I got off her.

Then there was the awkward time when we cleaned up, put our clothes back on, went out to use the communal bathroom, and half pretended that what we had just done hadn’t happened.

The shared lobby was empty when I used the bathroom after Claudia. Well, empty except for Mrs. Vandermeyer, the secretary, who was on the phone and just nodded to me.

I half expected Claudia to make a quick exit while I was in the bathroom. She didn’t. She was sitting in the left guest chair in front of my desk, legs crossed, fully dressed, ready to talk business. 

Seeing my questioning look, she said, “Now that we got that out of the way, I did come here to talk business.”

“Okay. Huh. Well, again, professional ethics demands that I tell you that I shouldn’t have a sexual relationship with my clients.” I took a seat behind the desk.

She waved aside my concerns. “I’ve got fifty thousand sitting in a savings account that I don’t know what to do with.”

I nodded. “Okay, well, when you put it like that, let me get some info from you.”

I appreciated how she could just switch modes from sex to business. I started gathering basic information on Claudia and hadn’t gotten very far when I paused.

“Job title?”

“I’m self-employed.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a professional escort.”

I looked up at her. “Excuse me?”

“I’m a sex worker. A prostitute.”

I just stared at her.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to charge you for today.” She smiled. “If anything, I owe you money.”

“Uh…thank you. But I’m going to charge you as a client if you want my financial advice.”

She raised her eyebrows at me. “I think I’d like that.”

 

Chapter 2

 

After Claudia left I had plenty of time to prepare for my late afternoon appointment. Maybe too much time because I started thinking and that’s never a good thing.

I was happy to have a new client. I was less happy to mix sex and money, which was what I was doing. I told myself that it was just a one-time thing and it wouldn’t happen again and that was that. 

Nothing I had done up to that point in my life had caused this or had any impact on it.

Angelica was prompt to our appointment. Her husband didn’t show. That wasn’t unusual. She was the money in the couple. She was the district manager of some national retail chain. I wasn’t sure what her husband did. Something with sales. It seemed every time we met he had a new title or new employer. He was always selling something. I had no idea what Angelica saw in him. Maybe he had a huge cock or was dazzling and charming. 

“Is Ron joining us today?”

She shook her head, her long black hair swaying back and forth. “He’s doing…something with work.”

I immediately set into reviewing her status, but after a minute I saw Angelica’s eyes glaze over.

“Am I boring you?”

She shook her head and roused herself. “No, not really. Well, yes, really. Is there anything to worry about with my money?”

“No, not really. I’d just suggest moving into some more aggressive mutual funds. Right now your risk is too low. You should be making more money than what you’re getting now.”

“Great, do that. Want to go out for a drink?”

“Tough day at the office?” I joked.

Her smile was wry. “No. Not really. I just don’t know of any other way to get a man in bed.” She winced. “Hell, we don’t need a bed. I just need a good quick fuck.”

I chuckled appreciatively. “Isn’t that what your husband is for?”

“Probably. He’s always fucking some slut or another. It’s my turn. Want to fuck?”

Angelica was fifteen years older than me. She had an athletic trim body and looked half her age. But it was still wrong to have sex with a married woman. And a client. 

Especially after fucking another woman earlier in the day.

Even if that woman was an escort.

“Look, Angelica—”

“Call me Angel,” she purred at me, all but batting her eyes at me.

“Angel, you’re married and it would be inappropriate for me to do anything with you.”

“That’s what I’m looking for, something inappropriate.”

I held up my hand. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Angelica stood up and tossed aside her jacket…and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Underneath she wore a flower-patterned bra that was entirely unnecessary because of her small tits. I couldn’t help but stare. Her abdomen was so flat I was certain I could see she had a small six-pack. Where did she get the time to work out while so busy with her job?

“How about this? We have a little quickie here and I’ll double my investments with you. Everyone wins.”

“That would be extremely unethical.”

Angelica unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Her panties were pink and covered with flowers but didn’t match her bra. She had a body an eighteen-year-old would kill for.

“What’s the matter, Spencer? Did you already get laid today?”

I paused. “Actually, yes.”

That didn’t stop Angelica. “Don’t you want to be the sort of man who bangs two different women on the same day?” She posed in front of me, cocking a hip to the side and slithering the fingers of her left hand into the elastic of her panties, hinting at what she had hidden away. 

Barely hidden away.

“I shouldn’t,” I said, even as my pants got tighter as my cock hardened.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Ah…no.”

“Good.” She stepped to the side, moving around the desk toward me. I could have moved. I didn’t.

She approached my chair and leaned forward, placing both hands on either arms of my desk chair. I was trapped. Semi-trapped. I sort of felt like the women who were sexually harassed by bosses and co-workers. Oddly, I wanted this to happen, even though it was wrong.

I looked down at Angelica’s chest, unable to meet her eyes. Her small tits were hanging down, but were still contained by the bra. I wanted the bra to disappear. I wanted to suck her delectable nipples. 

I felt her fingers under my chin, pulling my face upwards so that our eyes met.

“I’ve known you for a long time, Spencer. I’ll admit, I haven’t ever really fantasized about you before, but today something’s different. You’re sexier. Irresistible. Dangerous.”

“It’s probably the other woman I had sex with today.”

Angelica inhaled deeply through her nose. “Oh yeah, that’s it. I can smell her on you.”

Abruptly she fell to her knees and started pawing at my pants, trying to open them up. 

I could have stopped her at any point.

I didn’t.

“I think…I think I know why you’re doing this,” I told her.

She glanced up at me just as she pulled my hard cock out of my underwear. Giving me a quick lick she said, “Yeah, because I’m a horny little minx.”

“No…it was something I did this weekend…”

She smiled. “Whatever it was you did, don’t stop doing it.”

Then she lowered her mouth on me and started sucking.

Angelica gave a very good blowjob. Enthusiastic and sloppy. I was more than happy to cum in her mouth, but she stopped the good times before it could get any further than that.

“I want you inside me,” she announced and stood up.

“That’s not a great idea.”

Angelica yanked down her panties. I noted she was still wearing her heels. I also saw that she carefully shaved her pubes into a neat one-inch wide line. For a woman complaining about her husband, her privates were awfully well-groomed.

She then turned around and presented me with her ass. It was taut and trim like the rest of her body. Angelica wasted no time in sitting down on my cock. We had to hold it in place so I could penetrate her pussy, but she seemed to expect it. 

It also seemed like she had done this sort of thing before, but I was reserving judgment.

I was glad I had purchased the top of the line executive chair. It easily supported both our weight. It even made the sex better. I tried not to think about the possibility that I was going to get Angelica pregnant. Or worse. 

Angelica hadn’t offered condoms. I doubted she carried them with her.

Sitting on my chair with her bouncing on my cock gave her a workout, but not me. She was doing most, if not all, the work. I did reach up and squeeze her tits through her bra, but that was it. She seemed to like having her tits played with. That was nice.

Angelica periodically shifted position. I wasn’t penetrating her deeply, but that was fine. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even if she did put her hand between her legs and play with her clit as we fucked.

Maybe that’s why she liked the sex so much.

She came at least once and had the good manners to keep her vocalizations under control. 

“You sure can last a long time,” she complimented me as she started riding my cock again.

“I told you, I already fucked someone else today.”

“Lucky girl.”

“Sure…”

“I’m going to ride you until you cum,” she flatly informed me.

“Okay…”

“You’d better make me cum too!”

We didn’t talk much after that. 

She continued to ride me. She came a second time. It was when she was working her way up to a third that I started fantasizing about what it would be like to have Angelica and Claudia in bed together at the same time.

That’s what I needed to climax.

Angelica greedily claimed a third orgasm as I finished.

Disengaging from her was slightly more awkward than with Claudia.

In the intervening time between my sessions with Angelica and Claudia I had remembered I stored basic cleaning supplies in one of the office cabinets. I pulled out a roll of paper towels and Angelica blotted the sweat off her skin while I did my best to remove our combined cum from my cock.

“My husband is going to be jealous,” she told me as she wiped between her legs and then unceremoniously tossed the paper towel into my garbage can. I made a mental note to empty it myself before the cleaning staff found the mess this evening.

“Why is that?”

“You’ve got a bigger cock than him,” she told me.

“How’s he going to know that?” I asked nervously.

“He’ll feel it tonight.” She gave me a wink.

I shook my head. “Sure. If you say so. I always figured he had a huge cock and that’s why you stayed with him.”

She chuckled a little as she pulled her panties back on. It occurred to me that I hadn’t seen her bare tits, but now was not the time to ask. “No. I stay with him for the money, dear boy.”

“You make a lot more than him.”

“Yes, but his family has money. He’s lucky I married him. He doesn’t have the faintest idea of how to handle money.”

“Is that why you hired me?” I asked as I adjusted my clothing, making sure everything was back in place.

She gave me a wry smile and then followed it with a kiss. “Something like that. I’d like to see you again.”

“I’m your financial advisor.”

“I’d like to see you again…completely naked…and in my bed…and fucking me.”

“That’s a bad idea.”

She pulled her skirt into place and then put on her blouse.

“I’m going to make it happen.”

I was certain that she would.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

At home I was glad to take a shower and rethink my life. I had broken up with Lynelle a month ago. It was mutual, mostly. We just weren’t compatible. 

After a day I had gotten bored and horny so I went to the closest bar known by young professionals as the place for hookups.

I was astoundingly successful. 

Yes, I was slutting my way through way too many women, but I figured they were doing the same thing. For me it was all about sex. I always made sure that my guests, my dates, always had a good time in bed. 

The lady always came first, in other words.

This past weekend I had a different experience.

She was incredibly beautiful and no one was approaching her at the bar. I had nothing to lose. There were always more women. I took a seat next to her.

“Come here often?” I asked, semi-ironically. I had never seen her before in my life.

“No. Never.” She looked me up and down and I did the same to her. 

She was a classic beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, clear pale skin. Rich red lips. Elegant fingers. Her clothing was classy, not slutty or sexy, even so she didn’t seem out of place. From what I could tell of her body, she had a classic hourglass shape and tits that maybe were a bit big for her frame. The rear view of her ass in a skirt on the barstool told me her hips were a little large, but there was no reason for complaining.

“Buy you a drink?”

“Please.”

“Do you have a name?”

She laughed lightly at my question. “Of course.”

“What is it?”

“You can call me Branwen, Spencer.”

“That’s an unusual name.” I paused. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“You could say that.” She sipped the drink I had bought her. I had already forgotten what it was. Something bold and strong. “You should try this,” she said, offering me the glass.

It was forward and odd, but since I was fully intent on getting her into bed, swapping a little spit through a shared drink was no big deal.

I tried it. One sip and my head was spinning.

“You’re a bold man, Spenser,” Branwen said. “Do you try to fuck all the women you meet?”

“Only the beautiful ones,” I said. Even though I was already sitting, I had to steady myself by leaning on the bar. What the hell was in the drink she had given me?

“You’re a flatterer.”

“Not really. Just telling the truth. And truth be told, I am trying to get you into bed.”

She frowned and shook her head at me. “You’ve been fucking too many women, Spencer. Too many accidentally broken hearts. I think you need to learn a lesson.”

“And the lesson is I don’t get to fuck you?” I teased. The alcohol had gone straight to my head. 

“That’s just a small part of it. You couldn’t handle me anyway.”

“I’m up to the challenge,” I grinned at her.

“No. No you are not. But I’m going to give you something as a warning and a lesson, Spenser. You’ve always been successful with fucking women. I’m going to make you more successful. So successful you’re going to beg me to make it stop.”

“Okay, sure,” I agreed. I was drunk and playing along with her ridiculous game.

“Go home, Spenser,” she ordered.

I went home. 

I was surprised to find her naked in my bed when I arrived there.

I was probably just drunker than I thought.

The sex was incredible, though.

Eating her pussy was like drinking fine wine.

She gave a very good blowjob. I came in her mouth. When she kissed me, I could taste my cum. That was fine. I had done stranger things.

I didn’t remember fucking her, but I must have.

In the morning she was gone.

I could only remember scraps and pieces of our time together.

Branwen had to be a fake name. Who the hell names their kid Branwen?

 

Chapter 4

 

Tuesday was going to be a better day than Monday. I had to have that positive mindset otherwise I’d have no reason to get out of bed.

I never remembered my dreams when I slept, which was probably a good thing. Sometimes I remembered bits and pieces. I tried not to remember what happened Monday night.

I walked into the shared waiting room of my office. My normal routine was to pick up any messages and mail from Mrs. Vandermeyer, the group secretary. 

She handed over my normal packet and said, “It’s so nice to see you this morning, Mr. Madden.”

I glanced her way. “Morning, Mrs. Vandermeyer.”

“You know you need to call me Kathryn. Or Kathy.”

Pausing in my perusal of the folder, I took a second look at Mrs. Vandermeyer. She was an older woman, pushing fifty, with hair that she dyed on a regular basis but it didn’t always cover the gray she had at the temples. What she did have was a nice set of tits and generous curves. She wasn’t exactly fat, but svelte wasn’t an accurate adjective to describe her.

Still, she wasn’t unattractive, but she was significantly older than me and she was my secretary. My older secretary. I wasn’t going to be that cliché guy. Besides, she was married.

“If I call you Kathy, you’ll have to call me Spencer.”

“I’m willing to do that, Mr. Madden,” she said with a wink. “I’m willing to do much more.”

I chuckled nervously. “I don’t think I need you to do anything more for me.”

“You don’t have any appointments this morning,” she said.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot to process from yesterday.”

“I know,” she said, giving me the eye.

I had never flirted with Mrs. Vandermeyer before. It was uncomfortable and I quickly retreated to my office.

I had a lot to think about, which was a bad idea. I didn’t want to keep fucking random women in my office. First Claudia, then Angelica, and now Mrs. Vandermeyer if I knew how horny a woman was to get laid.

I needed to avoid women at all costs.

I gave that a second thought.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Spence?” I asked myself. “As a teenager you would have been thrilled to have women throwing themselves at you.”

I looked at the drop ceiling above me. It gave me no inspiration.

“Because you’re a fucking adult now and fucking a different woman every day just isn’t cool.” I gave it some more thought. “Fucking two women on the same day might be cool, but I don’t want to be a porn star. Or a swinger. Or have orgies. Why can’t I find a nice girl?”

I knew the answer to that question as well. 

“Because you let your dick lead you around.”

Before I could start spiraling down into some existential crisis about merely being a person attached to a pussy-hunting cock, there was a knock on my door. When I didn’t reply to the knock right away, the door opened and Mrs. Vandermeyer walked in.

“Problem?” I asked her, looking annoyed, but in reality I was looking at the way she swung her hips. Skinny and athletic women were all well and good, but those with a little padding, a little cushioning, a few curves, they were a pleasure to fuck.

Don’t ask me how or why I know that.

“No problem, but I was pretty sure that you were blowing me off out there.”

“I wasn’t blowing you off.”

“I’d be happy to just blow you right here,” she said boldly when she reached my desk. She bent forward, placing her hands on my blotter and smiling at me. 

I got a very good view of her cleavage.

It was impressive.

I tried to play her advance off as a joke. “You’re married, Mrs. Vandermeyer.”

“I’m widowed,” she said, waggling the fingers on her left hand. “I wear my rings because I loved my Frank very much. But he’s gone now and a woman has needs.”

“There’s always Tinder,” I suggested.

“How about I give you a blowjob and you can compare me to those ladies you fucked in here yesterday.”

“I…I…I didn’t fuck anyone in—”

“They weren’t that quiet,” she told me. “My panties got soaked just listening to you and them. I had to take care of business in the bathroom and when I got home and now I think you owe me.”

“And I’m paying you back by letting you blow me?”

“Yes. I know I’m older, but I have more experience than those young tramps.”

She leaned a little further forward and I expected to be smothered in her tits, but then she abruptly pulled back and straightened up, but only so she could walk around the desk, swinging her hips the entire way. She was wearing a skirt that was a little tighter than appropriate for an office setting, but I didn’t complain.

It was like I was stuck to my chair. I swiveled it to face her, but did nothing else.

Kathy went down on her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. This was starting to be a theme in my life. 

Why were women so eager to give me blowjobs?

I wasn’t complaining; I was wondering.

In a few seconds Kathy had my semi-hard cock out of my pants and began an elaborate fellatio ritual that certainly proved to me that older women had skills unlike younger ones.

In short, her blowjob was incredible. She took her time. She licked. She sucked. She teased. She squeezed the balls and then circled her fingers tightly around them, keeping them away from my body as I slowly and steadily approached climax.

I wondered if I hadn’t been sitting if she would have shoved a finger up my ass.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” I warned her.

Kathy just looked up at me, eyes wide and innocent, as she sucked on my cockhead and pumped her hand up and down on the shaft. My balls tightened up but her circled fingers kept it stretched out. That was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

I erupted in her mouth.

She was truly a woman experienced in the fine art of fellatio. She stayed on my cock and didn’t let a drop escape as she swallowed in time with my every spurt. I looked down and locked eyes with her as she did the deed.

She had no shame.

She had no reason to have any shame.

While I was still breathing heavily from the unexpected treat, Mrs. Katheryn Vandermeyer smacked her lips and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me? I should be thanking you!” I awkwardly pulled up my pants and tucked my cock back into my pants. It was strange to me that Kathy didn’t want or even hint at wanting anything from me. “That was great! Would you like me to reciprocate?”

“Not necessary.”

I gave her a quizzical look. “Why not?”

“Can’t a woman just do something nice because it’s nice to do?”

“Sure, but not usually when it comes to sex.”

“I’m different. Besides, you have a client in a few minutes and—don’t let this go to your head—you have very tasty spunk.”

“Uh…thanks. I eat a lot of fruit.” I shook my head. “Wait a second. I didn’t have any clients today.”

“Message on the voicemail. A Ms. Basehart.”

I searched my memory. “I can’t remember any client by the name of Basehart.” After I finished buckling my belt, I turned to my computer and did a client search. Nothing.

“Doesn’t matter. She made an appointment. Your calendar was clear. Do you not want new clients?”

“I do,” I muttered and then under my breath, “I just wish it wasn’t a woman.”

Kathy got off the floor and straightened her clothes. “What was that?”

“Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

“If you ever need a little stress relief, Mr. Madden, just let me know and I’ll be here to serve you.”

I looked at her, not comprehending. “I don’t understand women.”

“It’s nice to have a little sex secret no one knows and you can’t share.” She actually winked at me and exited the office.

“What the fuck am I doing with my life?” I asked myself.

I didn’t have long to ponder that question. I didn’t have long to ponder why these women were throwing themselves at me.

It didn’t matter because when Ms. Basehart walked into my office a minute later, a lot of my questions were answered, mostly because the weekend came rushing back to me. 

“Oh…fuck,” I muttered when she walked in.

“Oh fuck indeed, Spencer,” said Branwen.

She was smartly dressed in a pantsuit that made her look like a lawyer or some high-powered business executive. 

I was in over my head, I realized that when I saw her.

“Have you been enjoying yourself since this weekend?”

I didn’t answer her. I just stared. She was still beautiful. Blonde. Blue eyes. Flawless porcelain skin. Killer body. Walking perfection.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s rude to answer a question with a question, Mr. Madden.”

“It’s called a conversational pivot.”

“It’s still rude. Answer my question.”

It was a command which was a hell of a lot ruder than a question, but I answered anyway. I couldn’t not answer. 

“I’ve had sex with three women since yesterday. I’m exhausted.”

She nodded. It wasn’t the sort of thing that was discussed in a financial advisor’s office, but common expectations weren’t something I did any longer. 

“And how were they?” Branwen pressed me.

“How were they?”

“You're doing the rude question thing again,” she chided me.

“You asked how they were?” My head was spinning like I had just downed a fifth of whiskey.

“Yes. How were they? The sex.”

“They were…they were excellent.” I couldn’t give a better answer than that.

She nodded. “Very good. I think I’ll continue throwing women at you until you break.”

I laughed at her. “You’re the one who convinced these women to fuck me. To give me head? All of it?”

“Yes.” She crossed her legs. I automatically looked at them. Fuck but she had sexy knees. How could knees be sexy? “In a manner of speaking.”

“And how did you convince them to fuck me? Money?”

Her face soured. Even sour it was beautiful. “Don’t be so crass. Well, Ms. Contreras does accept money for physical affection, but that’s beside the point. As a goddess I can make people do anything I want.”

I snickered. “Only women with huge egos and suffering from narcissistic personality disorder call themselves a goddess.”

“Well I am one. I try to confide my interest to love and sex but there’s always overlap.”

I smirked now. “You’re the goddess of love?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care what you believe.”

“Prove it. Prove you’re a goddess.”

“I’m not some slave to perform for you, Spencer.”

“You’re refusing because you’re just an ordinary person. There’s no such thing as gods and goddesses and shit like that.”

“It’s arrogant of you to think so. Besides, I’ve already proved it. I had three women fuck you in short order.”

“It’s not like I’ve ever had trouble bedding women on my own. Ever.”

“Really? Three in a row with no effort on your part? You are as arrogant as you accuse me of being. You fuck women and use them with no care as to what happens to them after you’re done with them.”

“Just because I’ve had an unsteady love life doesn’t mean I use women. I’ve never raped or abused anyone. Ever.”

“True. But you are crude and uncaring about those who fall in love with you.”

I shook my head. “And you’re putting on this show because…some ex-girlfriend of mine put you up to it. Claudia and Angelica, those sort of make sense. A prostitute and a current client unhappy in her marriage. But getting Mrs. Vandermeyer to suck me off…that was impressive. How’d you do it?”

“They did it because they wanted to. I just nudged them in the right direction. I’m going to wear you out, Spencer Madden. Every woman you meet will want to fuck you and you’ll be sick of it. You’ll beg me to make it stop.”

I snorted at her. “I highly doubt that. This is the weirdest put on I’ve ever dealt with, and I was in Kappa Omicron Kappa in college. Those guys knew how to party and play pranks.”

Branwen smiled and stood up. She pulled a thin sheaf of papers from her small briefcase. “Paperwork for your time. Open an account in my name. Invest the money as you see fit. There’s a ten thousand dollar check to start things off. I’ll see you in a month. Unless you want it to all stop. If you do, just fall on your knees and beg me to make it stop.”

She walked out the door. I looked at the papers she left on my desk. The packet was everything I required of a client to open an account. How she pulled that off was…was probably with the assistance of Kathy. Mrs. Vandermeyer. 

This was crazy but I decided to go along with it.

How bad could it be if women were throwing themselves and their money at me?

 

 

Chapter 5

 

The rest of the day went smoothly. Mostly. I avoided coming out of the office. Yes, I hid. I ordered lunch to be delivered. Mrs. Katheryn Vandermeyer brought it to me. I pretended I was on the phone to avoid having to talk to her. She popped open two buttons on her blouse and blew me a kiss but didn’t push it beyond that.

What the fuck was wrong with me that I was avoiding women?

I knew that Branwen had spelled it out for me, but I had my doubts about her truthfulness.

Mostly because it sounded like bullshit.

I needed to pick up something for dinner on the way home. Just a quick trip to the grocery store.

I was positive every woman was checking me out. I was certain I was being paranoid but there it was and I refused to deny it.

On a certain level it was a compliment. On another level, it was annoying as fuck.

Especially when the young cashier didn’t just ring me up but checked me out as well. It would have been fine, except she looked way underage. High school at most. That was criminal. 

“Find everything okay?” she asked me. It was one of those corporate greetings retail workers were forced to say.

“Yes. Perfect.”

“Need anything else?” she asked, hinting at untold promises.

“No. I’m good.”

“How about my phone number?” If she had winked I wouldn’t have been any more shocked. I was truly old enough to be her father…if I had a kid at sixteen.

“Uh…no…that’s okay.”

“I’m old enough,” she said, pulling her shoulders back to accentuate her rather large breasts. They were large for her frame and large for any woman her age, whatever her age was.

I said nothing. I just slipped my debit card into the reader, paid and left. I want to say that I walked out with confidence.

I most likely ran out with my tail between my legs, metaphorically speaking.

I hid at home and hoped that no woman would suddenly be inspired to call me. I realized I had a couple of profiles up on hookup apps. I didn’t even dare go on them because who knew what that might trigger. 

I didn’t even watch porn.

I played some video games in my living room and went to bed early.

I was starting to give serious thought to what Branwen had said to me.

 

The downside of going to bed early was that I woke up early. Very early. Going to the office that early was a waste of time and effort. 

Instead, I went to the gym with the logic that while it wasn’t male exclusive, it was in practice all men. I figured women went to their own gyms or whatever. 

Maybe I needed to rethink my life.

A workout would be good. Clear my head. Focus my energy. I did a run on the indoor track and some weight lifting. Nothing crazy. In the weight room lots of guys spotted each other and admired their form and body in the mirrors. I was being paranoid but I thought other guys were checking me out too much. 

That was just the paranoia talking. I was looking for something that wasn’t there and so I was imagining it was there. I knew I was good looking, but men at the gym only admired muscles and body-sculpting. I wasn’t a gym bro. I just worked out so I wouldn’t get fat.

“Nice shirt, dude,” a guy who spent too much time in the gym said to me as I stripped off my t-shirt. It had the old Battlestar Galactica logo on it. 

“Thanks.” I wasn’t interested in a conversation. I was interested in a shower.

“Saw you working out. Are you looking to build muscle or just stay in shape?”

“Just keeping fit,” I said and beat a hasty retreat to the showers. 

The gym I went to was nice but because of my nature I was far too frugal. The showers were only semi-private. Cubicles but no doors or curtains. It had never bothered me before but now I wanted to rush through the shower and disappear.

The man who had complimented my shirt followed a minute after I entered the shower room. He was naked, which only made sense because it was the showers. I was naked too.

“My name’s Dan,” he said in a friendly way. 

I turned around to look at him and forced myself not to cover my cock. 

He had a very fit body. Not overly muscular but it was obvious he liked to work out a little bit too much. He had also removed just about all his body hair. Everything on his chest and abdomen along with his pubes. There was a line mid-thigh where he stopped shaving.

He had a large cock. Not huge, but certainly bigger than average. I immediately started comparing it to mine, in my head at least. Lots of women had said I was big, but none of them ever claimed I was too big.

“Spencer.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said and offered his hand.

I was under the water so it was awkward but I shook it anyway. He went to the showerhead next to me. After turning on the water he started soaping up. “I haven’t seen you around here before,” he said conversationally. 

I told myself he just didn’t follow the same social norms as the rest of society because he was a gym bro. “Yeah, I usually work out at night.”

“Felt the need this morning?”

“Yeah.” I wondered if he was implying something else.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because this is a mixed gym, but would you like to go out for a drink sometime?”

I had forgotten that while my gym didn’t exactly cater to gay men, it certainly didn’t turn them away. It had never bothered me because…because I had a history I was sort of running away from. 

I hesitated and then answered. “Sure. Why not?” I grinned at him and watched as he ran his hands over his chest, swiping away the water and soap.

“I’m never this forward in the gym, but there’s something about you, Spencer,” he said.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” I winced. “I hope that doesn’t make me sound like an arrogant asshole.”

“Not at all. Just confident. You’ve earned it. You’re a good looking dude.”

“Thanks.”

Water and showers and nudity might relax some men, but that didn’t work for Dan. I glanced downward and saw that his large cock was slowly growing into an erection. 

“Sorry,” he said, turning away.

“No, that’s okay,” I said.

He turned back very quickly, aiming his cock at me. “Want to go somewhere private?” he asked.

I glanced around the shower room. We were alone. There wasn’t anyone in the locker room either.

But the gym wasn’t exactly built for privacy even if no one was around.

“Like where?” I asked.

The sauna rooms could be locked. I never used them so I had forgotten that. The heat could also be turned down.

I willingly followed Dan into the sauna.

It wasn’t the first time I had done this but it had been a while. Years.

The old urge was still there.

I mean, I preferred women but there was something about having sex with a man that isn’t the same as with a soft female body.

I wondered if I was doing it because of Branwen’s influence or if I was running away from women in the moment…or if I was just horny and wanted to get my rocks off.

The room was hot, even with the heat turned off, but that was good. Dan wasted no time and grabbed me for a kiss. 

I had forgotten what kissing a man was like. It was much more aggressive. I could feel the scratch of his stubble against my face. His body was hard, harder than mine. The weird thing was that he was a few inches shorter than me. I liked how he pressed me against the wall and grabbed my ass. 

He knew what he wanted.

“Want me to do down on you?” he asked.

I wasn’t surprised. This seemed to be the way of everyone who came on to me. 

“Sure, do you want me to—ooh.”

In the space of those words he was down on his knees and had my cock in his mouth. I hadn’t really gotten hard for him, though I saw his cock was rock hard and standing out from his body, as hard as his muscles. 

Male blowjobs are different from ones given by women. Not better or worse, just different. Maybe more aggressive, maybe men were just willing to treat it more roughly, maybe they knew the limits are abilities better. I don’t know.

I had forgotten how much I liked being blown by men.

I leaned back against the wall and let Dan work his magic. This wasn’t what I had been expecting this morning. I was going to need another shower. I was going to cum in his mouth and then I’d have to blow him or give him a handy. 

I was okay with all that. It was worth it.

Dan didn’t look up at me like women normally did when they sucked my cock. Were they looking for approval? Guidance? Something else? I think Dan was just really into giving blowjobs.

He managed to get almost all of me down his throat. He used both hands. One on my balls, one rubbing my perineum and using a finger to tease my asshole. 

I was willing to do much more with him. I was a slave to my cock.

I loved how he rasped his tongue along the underside and then sucked hard on the head.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

“Cum in my mouth,” he breathed between licking and sucking.

His hand pumping me along with the sucking intensified. I couldn’t stop it. 

I came. I came hard in his mouth. 

He continued to suck and swallowed everything I had to offer him.

Afterward I felt cheap and used.

I sort of liked the feeling.

“That was amazing, man,” I breathed heavily.

“Thanks. I take pride in two things. My body and sucking cock.”

I reached for his cock and held it for a moment. It was hard and hot and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I had slid down from the wall to sit on the bench. He sat next to me. I automatically started giving him a handjob.

“You don’t have to,” he said but leaned back to enjoy it.

“I should. You started this.”

“I like giving blowjobs.”

Just as I was about to lower my mouth onto his hardness, there was a knock on the door.

I paused.

“Shit,” Dan complained. 

A muffled voice on the other side of the door said, “Keep it short, gentlemen. Others are waiting to use the sauna.”

“It’s like they fucking know I’m about to get my cock sucked,” Dan went on as he brushed aside my hand and stood up.

“I’ll finish you off,” I offered.

He shook his head. “Too late. The mood is ruined.” He unlocked and opened the door. I followed him back to the showers. Dan really did have a fantastic ass. Another quick shower and we were both back in the locker room getting dressed.

Before I could leave Dan handed me his card. Turns out in his other life he was a real estate agent. 

“If you want some, give me a call,” he said.

“Property or you?” I asked, half joking.

“Either.”

 

I was hoping that getting my rocks off early in the morning would somehow protect me against unwanted sexual advances from random women.

I wasn’t that lucky.

Or maybe I wasn’t that unlucky.

A woman smiled and nodded at me in the parking lot. I was certain she followed me to the office. Mrs. Katheryn Vandermeyer smiled and licked her lips when I walked into the lobby.

“Good morning, Mr. Madden,” she said sweetly in tones that promised I could either get my cock sucked or fuck any of her holes at a whim. 

I was still tempted. 

What was wrong with me? I was still tempted.

My first appointment of the day was Claudia. She was back. 

I was glad to see her.

Somehow we managed to keep everything business so I could finish opening her accounts.

It didn’t last. 

“I don’t have a client this evening. Care for a date?”

“I shouldn’t,” I said automatically.

“I’m not charging you.”

“I wouldn’t pay.”

“I can promise you something you’ve never done before.”

I gave her a look. “How could you possibly know what I have and haven’t done in my life?”

She looked me up and down. “This is my business. I know people. You’ve never had a threesome in your life.”

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath.

She grinned smugly. “See. I told you I knew people.”

“We can’t do this right here right now. Not in my office.”

She held up her hands innocently. “No. Of course not. What time tonight and will it be at your place or mine?”

 

Her place was easier. I had her home address already. I wasn’t going to let her into my home. She made all the arrangements. I didn’t know why she was doing this.

But I did know why she was doing this. She was under the influence of Branwen. Except when I thought about that and questioned it, the very concept made no sense.

I wasn’t sure what to expect of a prostitute’s apartment, but I knew the address was in a nice part of town. It was suburbia but for professionals who didn’t want kids or have to deal with the hassle of owning a house.

It was an old restored industrial building that was now chic housing. Lots of brick and unusual angles and no one cared what their neighbor did. Go one block over and there were four-bedroom, three bath Colonials perfect for the growing family.

Upon admitting me Claudia was dressed casually. She almost looked like a hipster mom, except somehow sexier without trying hard at all.

She had a loose flowered blouse on and was wearing tight black leggings. In her hand she carried a half-full wine glass. “Come on in. I didn’t know what exactly to prepare for you, so I went with the very typical white American male combo.”

“I’m not a big fan of beer,” I said as I followed her into the apartment. It was retro-modern and surprisingly full of light for having been carved out of an old industrial building. “I’m fine with wine.”

In the kitchen I saw she had laid out a few choices of alcohol. There wasn’t any beer in the collection of bottles.

“Wine then?” she asked pleasantly. This felt more like a date than I wanted it to be. I could simply not have come, but I knew I had to. I was compelled. I felt like I didn’t have any control over my life any more.

“Is that a Redbreast 15 Year Irish whiskey?” I asked, spying a bottle. 

“You have good taste,” she said. “This was a gift from a client.”

She uncorked the bottle and poured two fingers over the ice. That was one finger too many, but I didn’t plan on getting drunk. I was there for something else.

I was pretty sure I was there for something else.

We sipped for a minute and then I couldn’t help myself. “You promised me a threesome,” I said.

“I did indeed.”

I looked around expressively. “I don’t see a third person here.”

“Well, I was thinking about that, like I said earlier, and while I did say threesome, I realized that I didn’t specify what you wanted in a third.”

I tried to keep my reaction neutral. Did she know about me? It wasn’t like I advertised my sexuality and I preferred women, but I didn’t want this woman to know everything about me.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean do you want to have a threesome with me and another woman…or a man?”

She looked meaningfully down the hallway, away from the living room. It had to be toward her bedroom.

Then again, I didn’t know if this was her home…or a business location. I figured it was her home because it was on her account information. But what did I know?

“A woman,” I quickly blurted out.

She tilted her head. “Hmm. Makes sense. You want two women seeing to your every need, don’t you? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend and you want to see another man rail me, you kinky fucker you.” She grinned and quickly leaned in for a kiss on my cheek. Then Claudia grabbed my hand. “I knew I guessed right.” With that she gently pulled me toward the bedroom. “Come on. It’s rude to keep a lover waiting.”

“A lover?” I allowed her to draw me down the hall. I kept my drink in my other hand. I wasn’t going to waste that whiskey, even if it meant whiskey dick.

“What do you call a person you’re going to stick your cock into?”

I noted she didn’t say “woman”. She said “person”. I was worried. She knew too much about me already. What did she have waiting for me?

Even before we reached the bedroom I sensed there was someone in the room.

I needn’t have worried. Laying on the bed in pink babydoll lingerie was a woman who, while not being an exact twin of Claudia, was damn close. Dyed blonde hair. Big tits. Bold makeup. A knowing smirk on her face. 

“You got me your twin or your sister?” I asked with some confusion and a lot of anticipation. What I did feel was my cock stiffening in my pants, especially when I saw that the new woman’s hands were bound together with a pair of cuffs that were then attached to the bed frame with a thin chain. I was certain it was all theater. 

Maybe.

“She’s not my twin sister, actually,” said Claudia. “Say hello, Karin.”

“Hello,” said Karin. “Do you like to eat pussy?”

“Uh…yeah. Are you really her sister?” I asked, half-teasing. 

“Probably not. Does it matter?” Karin looked at Claudia. “Is he any good at it?”

“We’re about to find out,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head. I was pleased to see that she had been braless, somehow I had missed that earlier. Probably because I was nervous. Or something. Her tits were still amazing.

 I blinked and a second later Claudia was pulling down her leggings. I had no idea if she had been wearing panties underneath them. Her pussy was as bare as the first time I had seen it.

As I stood there with my mouth wide open, Claudia moved to the bed, joining her friend or fake sister or whatever. Watching Claudia kiss Karin was enough to make my cock burst from my pants.

Not literally. But it became painful to keep my pants on. 

Karin kissed Claudia back and Claudia slipped a hand down between the other woman’s thighs. Karin groaned and let her head fall back while opening up her legs. 

Claudia kissed the side of her neck and then looked at me. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join us?” She kissed Karin again. “Or are you going to jerk off while I make love to Karin?”

I fumbled with my pants and belt. There was no way I was going to lose this opportunity.

 

Chapter 6

 

Claudia forced Karin’s hands up over her head. In the process she brought the babydoll up over Karin’s tits. If anything, they were bigger than Claudia’s, with prominent nipples that just begged to be sucked.

Claudia did exactly that; she sucked Karin’s nipples as I still struggled out of my pants. What the fuck was wrong with me that I couldn’t undress myself so I could avail my body to the carnal delights Karin and Claudia promised?

I was a little confused by the light bondage that Karin was suffering from. Or maybe she was enjoying it. She certainly didn’t mind it. Not as Claudia started kissing her way down Karin’s body.

She gave me one last glance. “Are you going to join me or not?”

I somehow figured out how to work my belt and zipper. In shoving down my pants I realized my shoes were still on. Now I was trapped, my pants twisted around my ankles. 

Looking up I saw that Claudia had moved between Karin’s legs. I couldn’t see what was going on, but Karin’s eyes fluttered once, looked at me, and then she relaxed back against the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

I sat down on the floor with a heavy thump and quickly untied my shoes, kicking them off in frustration. A moment later I was shoving off my pants. Quickly back on my feet I ripped open a couple of buttons and then yanked the shirt over my head.

On the way to the bed I hooked a finger into each sock and tossed them aside. It was the most unartful undressing of my life.

I didn’t care. 

By the time I reached the bed Karin had hooked her ankles around Claudia’s back. The professional sex worker was busy eating Karin’s pussy. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her sex and I wanted to more than anything. I knew I would but it was frustrating not being there.