by TM Watkins
“We can meet the guys, right?”
“Yes, yes. Quiet now ladies, otherwise security will throw you out.”
Not that Dominic would, he knew the perks of keeping his mouth shut.
Opening the door, Sam found the other girl sitting on the edge of the bed. Ushering the two women in, he smiled. There hadn’t been a plan for three women, but he wasn’t going to pass up a smashing opportunity.
“Ladies, I have a request, and I hope that you will be accommodating.”
He paused, looking as they sat on the edge of the bed next to each other. Three pretty ladies, all in a row.
“The band has a competition going, all I need from you is a picture of your delectably naked bodies with the used condom, dates and locations written on your bodies. And of course, your silence. I ask that you do not tell them of this lovely little venture. Now, I am a fair man, and I understand that you’ve probably come here with the hope of landing one of the band members. Give me this, and I will get you into their rooms.”
“Can we pick?” The one on the end asked.
“I suppose so.”
“Great, I want Jaxon.”
Sam nodded, picking up an energy drink. Three women, three times that he’d have to unload. Could he do that after Lilly and that other girl? What was her name? Shrugging it off in his mind, Sam cracked the lid and drank it, watching as the giggling women began undressing.
At his feet was a growing pile of pumps, lacy underwear, and scant clothing. Sam was hard, ready to give these women all that he had.
Bed sheets were stripped back, and the bodies fell onto the mattress, hands, tongues, and mouths already doing naughty things. Setting the empty can aside, Sam stripped out of his clothes and set two condoms onto the nightstand, the third being rolled over his cock.
Wriggling back, the closest woman moved onto her hands and knees, ready for Sam. Her face was buried in between the legs of one of the other women, sucking on her aching pussy. She groaned as Sam pushed into her, the vibrations of her pleasure rippling through her.
Sam pounded hard, eager to get the job done. He didn’t want to overdo it, but he had to make sure that he was ready for anything that those boys threw at him. The night was still young, even if it was drawing close to midnight. Given a chance, they’d be banging on his door when they’d had their fill, searching for the next conquest. The only way that Sam could subdue them was through alcohol, they would screw the woman with them and then pass out. With the alcohol ban placed on everyone, there was no chance of that happening. They were wide awake and full of energy, still pumped from the concert.
Gripping the hips tight, Sam watched the hedonistic view of three women pleasuring each other. It was enough to make the orgasm surge, and with a heavy groan, he came. The woman rolled over, sitting up so that Sam could write on her torso. She held up the condom and Sam took the photo of the woman that he’d screwed and the two in the background.
“Who do you want, my dear?”
“Fraser. I’ve heard things, is it true?”
“Do I look like the kind of man that’s seen another man naked?”
She shrugged.
“You’re their assistant. Aren’t you supposed to help them?”
He nodded.
“Then maybe you’ve seen things.”
Sam looked at her, trying to pretend that he was stern and wouldn’t relent on that kind of information. The woman pouted with large doe eyes and Sam caved.
“You’ve heard the truth. The man is a freak.”
“Great,” She purred with pure delight. “Then I want him.”
“Done.”
Needing a few moments to recover, Sam sat on the lounge. One of the women joined him, curling up beside him. Her arm draped over his shoulder, her free hand toying with the curls on his sternum.
“Why don’t you just use the one condom for all three of us? They’ll never know.”
“But I would. I try to be honest wherever possible, and I wouldn’t feel right if I claimed for the three of you, but there was only one.”
Even if it would be easier. It wasn’t how he was going to be, Samuel Easton always tried to be honest. Occasionally, he’d tell a little white lie, but there was always a good reason for it. If it got a groupie out of the hotel room on time, he’d say whatever was necessary. Spare their feelings, make them feel a little good if it was possible. Whatever.
The woman took his hands, lifting Sam from the lounge.
“Come on big boy, you can go again, right?”
Sam looked down at the semi he was sporting. Of course he could. Lifting another condom off the nightstand, he ripped open the packet and watched as the women shifted places on the bed. His first conquest was hovering over the face of his next conquest. The tongue was already on the move, delving deep into that delectable body.
Pushing into her, Sam sighed. His body was eager and perhaps a little tired. An awful combination considering that he had another woman to fuck after this one. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew. Setting the thought aside, he continued with his concentration focused on the women in front of him.
Moving onto the bed, the woman spread her legs wide and ready for a continuation of the oral pleasure. The other had joined her, the two of them licking their tongues through the wet folds. Sam groaned, unable to take it. He’d never seen two women going down on one, it was a complete turn on.
He was a little dissatisfied that he’d finished so quickly, though he was grateful for another rest. Writing the details on the woman’s body, Sam snapped the picture of the woman who was too distracted.
Flopping onto the lounge, Sam huffed, flicking through the pictures. Lots of gorgeous women, naked and satisfied. There were a few, and two more were on their way to being added to the list. Closing the gallery, Sam saw that there was a message from Greta waiting for him. He opened the email attachment with a lot of worry, it was a video.
It started with Greta, she was delectably naked and sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Hey Sammy, I hope you’re having lots of fun. If not, here’s something to keep you warm.”
Greta shifted back on the bed, showing off the gorgeous body. Sitting at the top of the bed, she parted her legs and slipped her hand between them. The view alone was enough to have Sam up again, he liked watching Greta masturbate.
His eyes shifted to the women, they could hear the video and the sounds of Greta moaning. One of them rose from the bed, bringing a condom with her.
“Watch the video while I fuck you.” She cooed, rolling the condom on Sam.
She looked at the screen as her body lowered onto his thick length.
“Is that your girl?”
“Not really. We spent time together, not much though. It had only just started, and I think that it ended just as fast.”
Though, she had sent the video to him, making Sam unsure of what Greta was thinking.
“She’s cute. Wouldn’t mind burying my face between her legs. Is she tasty?”
Sam looked up at the woman, nodding with a grin. The woman began moving, gripping the back of the lounge behind Sam.
“Tell me how you fuck her.”
“Hard,” Sam grunted out. “And fast. She likes a hard fuck, demands certain positions.”
“Is she a screamer?”
The woman had her eyes shut, enjoying her movements and a little voyeurism.
“Absolutely. So fucking loud. She loves sex and has quite an appetite.”
Sam put the phone aside, Greta still moaning on the screen, the woman riding him starting to moan. Smoothing his hands up her body, Sam took hold of the perky breasts, gripping them hard.
“How do you like it?”
“I like control, and sometimes, I want to be controlled. I love dirty sex, the hard-core fuck that is nothing more than pleasure.”
The woman stood from Sam’s body, picking up the phone and switching the video off. She put it on the table beside the lounge and then laid on her b
ack, her hands above her head.
Sam didn’t need to be told what she wanted. He shifted onto his knees and pushed into her. Gripping her wrists tight, he kept her hands above her head and maintained the control that she craved.
“I know the one that you might like.”
She grinned, looking up at him as he pounded hard into her.
“Evan likes his women wild. I think you’d be right up his alley.”
“Sounds good. Now, fuck me as hard as you can.”
He huffed with amusement, the words were almost his undoing. As much as he wanted to get to the end, he was enjoying this one too much. A few more minutes entertaining her would be ideal.
His gaze lowered to the breasts that jiggled with every slap of their bodies. Shifting his hard grip on the wrists to one hand, Sam was able to play with the tempting flesh.
The euphoria washed through him, breasts were always his undoing. Why he couldn’t say, he didn’t understand the fascination with them. But he loved them all the same. There were no preferences, he took whatever he could.
Lowering to her body, Sam lazily dragged his tongue around the hard nipple, looking up at the woman. She was smiling, that hazy look that said she was a pleased woman. As he sucked on the nipples, Sam continued at a slower pace inside her, enjoying the last moments.
“You’re a breast man?”
Sam shrugged.
“Breasts, pussy, it’s all good baby.”
She chuckled, reaching over to the phone. Opening the camera, she changed it to the front camera and then pushed Sam’s face into her cleavage, snapping a picture. When he pulled away, he clamped onto her nipple again, teasing it into his teeth. The woman snapped another picture, happy to help him in this crazy competition.
“Are you going to win?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am.”
Smiling, the woman produced a sharp red lipstick, handing it to Sam.
“You need to do a group shot at the end, surely you need a bonus for having the stamina for three of us.”
Sam smiled, wishing it were the case.
“It would be nice, but I doubt that they will offer it. There is a cap for group parties, no more than four points awarded.”
“Still, we can sit together and give you something to remember us.”
The thought of it thrilled Sam. Not just because it would help him get closer to winning, but it would prove a point to those assholes. They didn’t think that he could win. They thought his participation was a joke. Sam was just the assistant, there was no way he could outstrip the members of a famous rock band in a sex competition. But he could, and Sam was determined to prove it.
Chapter 14
Sam heard a giggle, rousing him from his much-needed sleep. Last night had taken it out of him. Not just from the two at the stadium and the three in his bed after that but from the one that was in his bed now.
After screwing the three in his hotel room, Sam hurried them through cleaning the lipstick off their bodies and helping them dress. Sneaking them back out to the corridor, he only had to wait a few minutes before doors were being opened.
As Sam had expected, the boys had their fun and were eager to move on. The girls were being escorted out of the hotel by the security staff, all except for five. Happy to take another round, believing that Sam had lined up more groupies for them, the four band members took their newest conquests for the rest of the night.
Sam smiled to himself, he’d paid his debt to those women as he’d said he would. As for the remaining woman, that was a little unexpected. Lilly Stanley was in his bed, he didn’t think she’d be up for a second time, but she had been. And by the way that her hand was slowly making its way lower, it seemed that she was up for another round.
The woman had an insatiable appetite. Sam had given her something that she wanted more of. She’d had her fun with Fraser, come away from the experience looking as if she’d spent the day on a horse and still wanted more. Knowing that she’d be a little tender, Sam ran a bath, and the two of them lazed in it.
Memories of the watery fun filled his mind. Lilly lazed between his legs, giving Sam unfettered access to those lovely squishy things on her chest. It was true, he really did love them. He found it difficult to take his hands off them. In the warm, bubbly water, he massaged the flesh, teasing the peaks into his fingers.
Hearing another giggle, Sam cracked open his eyes and saw the tent, Lilly was looking at it with hunger in her eyes.
“Is that for me?”
“Absolutely. I was having a tempting dream filled with the memories of playing with these lovely treats.”
Lilly hummed as Sam gripped her breast, she pulled back the blanket and grasped the erection. Slowly she pumped the shaft, remembering how good it was to fuck him again. The man was talented. She was grateful that she’d lingered in the corridor, pretending to search for something in her bag. Sam was there, waiting to usher the other women in and out of the rooms. When they were gone, she sauntered to him with that devilish smirk that convinced him to give her another go.
She’d given him dozens of naughty pictures, hoping that she could convince him to ignore the new girlfriend in London and come to Glasgow regularly. Or permanently.
Moving down his body, Lilly settled into position and pulled his cock into her mouth. She liked how he sighed with the pleasure of it, she liked watching how much he enjoyed what she gave. Sam was gorgeous in her opinion, everything that she’d ever wanted in a guy.
She hounded him at the center last night, pretending that she was after a night with the band, but really, she wanted Sam. He was so polite and charismatic. Their emails leading up to the concert showed her a man that was worth pursuing and perhaps, keeping.
They’d scheduled four shows at the center where she worked, she had a week of so many possibilities.
Sam watched as Lilly worked his cock in her mouth. She had a pretty pout, luscious and full lips that weaved magic over the hard flesh. Her tongue trailed up the underside, a teasing glint in her eyes as she smiled at him.
“Ready to finish?”
Sam nodded, handing Lilly a condom. Eager for more, Lilly rolled it onto him and then slid down onto his body.
“Damn you feel good.” She said with a heavy sigh.
Her hands pressed hard against his shoulders, gripping him for stability. Sam’s hands slapped against the skin of her hips, firmly moving her. He wasn’t going to last long, mornings were never a good time for Sam. He lived a life that was always on the go. Having to get up and deal with five men who struggled to do things for themselves or didn’t want to, he had to be ready in a timely manner. That meant that all morning erections had to be beaten out in a few minutes or less.
Usually, it was in the shower, it was the easiest. Get up, strip off and get in the water, beat it out, clean himself and get ready for a very long day.
But the morning wakeup call with a pretty woman was much better than his overused hand. Lifting her forward, Lilly hovered over his body and leaned down to kiss him. Sam was a little shocked at first, none of his conquests had kissed him. Sam struggled to remember if Greta had kissed him. It made him wonder about what their true dynamic was. After one day, it was hard to tell, but he would have thought that she’d be all over him.
Pulling her to his body, Sam kept a firm grip with one hand, the other smoothing down to her ass. He gave it a playful slap, earning a giggle that was muffled by their heated kiss. Sam rolled Lilly onto her back, resting his arms by her head and continued to kiss her hard. His hips flexed into her, a steady pace that had Lilly moaning against his mouth.
Her tongue darted in as the soft and meek peaks of pleasure escaped her lips. Pulling out of the kiss, Sam looked down at Lilly, staring into her eyes. Dragging his lips over hers, he kissed her gently. There was something about her that he couldn’t figure out, something that would frustrate him until he did finally realize it.
Shivering as her fingers lazily danced over his back, Sam grinned an
d leaned down to kiss her again. It was his turn to have his ass slapped, he laughed and continued to kiss her.
“Have you ever?”
Her hand curved over his backside, moving to the gap. Those miscreant fingers teased between the cheeks, Sam felt the heat rise to his cheeks.
“Never.”
“Tonight,” She purred softly over his lips. “You can bring some friends, we can have fun, and when they’re gone, we can explore.”
Sam groaned, the expulsion was unexpected and amazing. Was the thought of Lilly playing with his ass what did it? Lilly chuckled, wiping the fringe out of his face.
“Like the thought of a little ass play Sammy?”
“I uh, don’t know.”
“Don’t be scared of it, a lot of guys like it. You’ve just got to take it easy, lube up and you’ll be fine.”
“Have you done it before? Like on a guy?”
She nodded, her fingers stroking over his sides.
“My last boyfriend liked guys and girls. It was a part of our time together. We’d make out, and he’d want it. It started out with this guy here.”
Lilly lifted her pinky finger, it was thin and probably no bigger than a couple of inches.
“Mostly so that I could learn his limits. After a few times at doing it, I was using a couple of fingers, then progressed to plugs and dildos. Before we broke up, I was using a strap-on and fucking him hard. He loved it, always said it made our time together fun and fulfilling.”
“So, why did you break up?”
Sam lifted off her body, Lilly shrugged as she began to write the details on her body in bright pink lipstick.
“Turns out that he was arranged to be married to some girl that he’d never met. Poor thing was so upset about it too.”
Lilly stretched back with a smile, hanging the end of the condom from her teeth.
“You are a wicked woman.”
“I am. So, up for another night?”
“Are you going to fuck my ass?”
Lilly nodded with a sultry smile. Sam gulped, wondering if he would like it. Would it hurt? He had no idea.
