He got an erection just by thinking about her. And her lips. And the curves of her tight body, and her...
What was he doing? Why even hesitate? She was right there. He hopped up and blew a hiss to Acedia, who mumbled in sleepy delight and went back to taking a nap. He strolled over to his study room, which currently housed a fancy blonde and a hot Russian.
He knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”
“Did something happen?” a sleepy Superbia said through the door.
“No, it’s all good. Can I come in.”
She pfted out loud.
Horace walked inside the dark room, they had the curtains drawn. He shut the door behind him and walked over to the bed where they slept.
“Good morning,” he whispered, laying over Superbia and poking her with his morning wood. Yes, he had come in for Lux, but she happened to be the closest one to him.
She shook her butt. “No!” she complained. “Stick that thing into her, she’s always up for it,” Superbia whined, hugging her pillow.
Horace kissed her around the neck and her shoulders, then climbed over her to get to Lux. He poked her too with his erection. Her response was quite different. Lux made her panties disappear and she pulled him close to her, his cock dipping inside her as if it belonged there, inside its warm, soft depths.
As he moved, the entire bed shook and Superbia grunted with a cute exhale every time.
He should have been content with doing it with Luxuria, but dammit, there was a fantastic babe just sleeping right next to him. “Superbia?”
“What?” she snapped back, but he could tell she wasn’t as mad as she pretended.
“Can I touch you too?” he asked, thrusting slowly into Luxuria’s pussy.
“Urgh... Fine, but don’t expect me to do anything,” she mumbled sleepily into her pillow.
“Okay, no problem.” Horace pulled the bed sheet from her gorgeous ass and slid his finger under her panties. She was far too wet for a woman complaining so verbally.
Lux pulled his face to her own and kissed him with hunger, so he carried on fucking her while sticking a finger up Superbia’s pussy.
After a while, he stopped and just looked her in the eyes.
“What?” she said, breathing hard.
“Nothing. Just taking in the view. You’re amazing, you know that? You all are, but right now I’m quite fond of you,” he smiled, pushing his cock slowly inside her. He was numb, it was always like that with morning wood. He could feel half the things going on around his cock, but even that half was ecstatic. He realised he hadn’t put on a condom, and was about to pull out.
Lux wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tight. Superbia was breathing hard beside them, playing sleepy but obviously dripping wet. Lux moaned into his ear, “Cum inside me. I want you to.”
“Ugh, Lux, we shouldn’t,” he complained but his head wasn’t working right.
The Russian tilted her head in annoyance and blinked at him. Then she pulled Superbia by a blonde tuft of hair and she yelped, but came along. Lux kissed her in the mouth with her usual thirst, and Horace felt a shiver down his crotch.
It was a battle of juicy lips, because Superbia wasn’t giving up. Then Lux stopped, demanded again between breaths, “Cum inside me, Horace.” And then she pushed Superbia’s mouth onto Horace’s, and joined in as well.
Horace was in heaven. Sure, there was morning breath. But there were also three tongues in a sloppy three-way kiss, and he was already balls deep inside the hottest woman he’d ever seen.
Kissing them both, he came inside her scolding hot pussy. It hurt him down on his balls for some reason but the bliss was even better.
Panting, the girls made room between them and he fell on his back, one arm around each babe. They nuzzled on him, Superbia seemingly carrying on snoozing on his chest, Luxuria nuzzling on his neck, apparently satisfied.
“This was new,” Horace said, breathing hard.
“What, this?” Luxuria teased.
“Yeah. It was great. Never done a threesome before.”
“You still haven’t,” Superbia mumbled.
“Yeah...” he trailed off, “not technically, but there was action, and there are three of us...”
“Nyet,” Lux said, cutting him off. She leaned down and stroked his cock, giving him another erection. “Since you haven’t done a threesome, we should rectify that. Right, Superbia?”
Horace looked left and right at the girls. “Seriously? You’d-”
Superbia cut him off by moving on top of him and straddling him, sliding herself down on his cock. He could feel her dripping around the base and down on his balls. She moved over him, holding her hair up, arching her back in a sexy pose, moving her waist back and forth, basically grinding herself on top of him.
Luxuria told him, “Put your hand there, lift your butt a bit, nice, just like that.” Then she went on all fours, reached behind Superbia’s ass and stuck her head straight in the action, licking them both.
Horace held his breath. He glanced at the side, the large mirror giving him an amazing side view of their lovemaking. “Okay, this definitely is a threesome.”
Superbia moaned on top of him in response, her eyes piercing and naughty, then yelped, “Yes!” when Lux stuck her tongue inside her, her eyes going cross eyed.
Chapter 63: Horace
Horace scrolled through their photographs on Agora. They were a happy couple, dripping in honey, hands all over each other. Evie and Costa. He should have known, that malaka was all over her when he brought her over. And then she went to learn about his business, spend time with him. They were both single and attractive. It was inevitable.
He put the phone down and rubbed his eyes. He shouldn’t be bothered by it, no, he was gonna say congrats, and be happy for his friend. Their happiness of course would only endure until Costa found out they were making a similar business, but still.
He checked the emails, sent out a few shipping updates, settled a very nasty customer who demanded a refund. He snorted, what a douchebag. He wasn’t gonna accept any orders from him in the future, that was for sure. The return shipping cost them most of their profit. Plus, he still had to find the figurine painters, and settle something with the accountant...
Ava appeared at the door to his room. She was looking posh as always, one hand on the doorframe, looking like she owned the place. “Is everything all right?”
“Come on in,” he offered, pointing at the edge of the bed.
She sat down and waited for an answer.
“Yes, actually it is going well.” He chuckled, “There’s a lot more work involved than I’ve ever expected, but we’re selling, and shipping, and customers are happy and leaving good reviews so far.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. The heat wave had passed but it was still summer. “I honestly don’t know I have this feeling.”
“You’re worried when the other shoe might drop.”
“Something like that.”
She pressed her lips together and seemed thoughtful for a minute. She finally chose her words, and pinched the air as she said each one, “There is a Japanese proverb I’ve always liked: Vision without action is daydream. Action without vision is nightmare.”
He chewed on that for a while. Then he got it. Nodding, he said, “I was at the first part, vision without action, I was just daydreaming of starting my own business. Now, I’m at the second part, finally doing stuff, but without a plan.”
She nodded deeply, more like a bow and got up to leave. She stopped at the door and turned back to him. Glancing back, she said, “You should plan this with your partner, you know.”
“My business partner, Evie?”
She smirked. “Your partner,” she repeated.
“She’s with someone else.”
Ava rolled her eyes, an expression that was impossible to miss on an Asian face, and left the room.
Chapter 64: Evie
Evie fought with the kitchen and it was winning. She gave
the sauce a whirl, tasted it, burned her tongue and then suckled on an ice cube while crying ‘owie, owie, owie,’ for three minutes straight.
Her phone rang, it was Horace. She slapped the speakerphone button and looked for that thingie she needed. “What?” she said, annoyed, rummaging under her kitchen.
“What is happening?”
“I’m making pasta for Costa.”
“Huh. That rhymes. Nice, so you’re into the ‘dinner at home’ phase now, I see.”
“Sure, whatever. Horace, tell me what you want, my tongue hurts.”
“What are you searching for in there, you’re making a ruckus.”
“That stupid thingie with the holes, I can’t find it.”
“I remember you burning that and tossing it away.”
She stopped rummaging around and tilted her head back. “Oh. Right.”
“You can just hold the lid barely open and pour the water in the sink, but carefully, don’t burn yourself.”
“Huh.” She turned off the scalding hot round thingie and propped the lid, leaving a small gap. Then she poured the excess water over, it brought up steam in her face and she yelped.
“I told you to be careful!”
“I am, I am,” she mumbled and inspected the pasta. “Meh, good enough.” She threw in some butter and moved it around with a spoon.
“So, do you like him?”
Evie shrugged. Then she realised he couldn’t see her, so she said, “Yeah, sure. Costa is nice. We’re having fun on our dates. And I had the stupid idea to cook a meal for him, and all I can make is pasta. And even that is debatable.”
“Okay, looks like you’ve got your hands full. I am gonna do the following, wish you a good date, and pass you on to Gula who might be able to help you salvage the sauce situation.”
Evie grunted in delight, “Oh, why didn’t I think of that. Where are you, my girl?”
“I’m here,” Gula’s sweet voice came over the phone. “Tell me what you got.”
“A burnt sauce, for starters.”
“Oh dear. What kind of ingredients do you have left? It doesn’t take much to make a sauce, we’ll improvise.”
“You, babe, are a life-saver!”
Gula giggled, and they made sauce for the pasta.
Costa rapped on the door like he wanted to huff and puff and bring it all down. “Evie!” he yelled, his voice coming in muffled.
Why was he so upset? “What? Coming!” she replied and checked her makeup. Costa knocked again, the door shaking. “All right, sheesh.” She opened the door and he darted in, hands in his jacket pockets, ready to make a scene. She liked that jacket, it was thin polyester for the summer but it suited him, and she had told him to wear it more often.
Costa paced up and down, but the house was tiny, so he basically took one and a half steps, sniffed, then spun around.
“What is going on,” she said, crossing her arms. Now she was the one upset at his behaviour.
He pointed a finger at her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for you, cooking you din-”
“No. I’m talking about the other crap. Representation Fantasy?” His eye twitched.
“Oh. That...” Evie popped her mouth and looked away.
He shook his head. “What were you doing? Copying my business? You thought I wouldn’t find out about a fucking Athens startup in the exact same market as me? You thought I couldn’t recognise the cyberscans I made with my equipment?”
“Wait, what? No, that’s just one model!”
“I don’t give a shit how many models it is, Evie,” he spat out. “It’s cause for damages. I’m gonna send you a cease and desist right this fucking second and then I’m gonna shut you down, for good!”
She blinked. “Why?”
He frowned bitterly. “You screwed me, Evie. You pretended to like me just so you could check out my business. That was real shitty of you.”
Evie sat down, covered her face and breathed in for a long moment. “Yes, Costa, I came to you to see how your business is run, I admit that. But I didn’t pretend anything. You asked me out, we went out, had fun, it was real.” She had her eyes wide and her palms up, trying to appear sincere, which she was.
Costa paced up and down again. “Did he put you up to this? Sent you out like one of his sluts I hear all about?”
Evie stood up and shut her eyes, composing herself. Breathing in, then breathing out, she said, “No, Costa, nobody sent me to do anything. I offered. On my own. And yes, it sucks. I admit I was insincere. But I ended up liking you, and-”
“Bullshit!”
She carried on calmly, “It’s not bullshit. I, made you pasta. I, took hours to get pretty and dress up for you. I, was actually giddy about you coming over up until fifty seconds ago.” Her eyes were tearing up and her voice broke.
Costa stepped up right in her face, looming over her. “That’s what a whore would do,” he said with poison in his words.
She slapped him. It was a reflex, she didn’t even think about it. She sniffled the words and she knew she wasn’t as intimidating as she wanted to be, but there it was, underlining each syllable, “Don’t ever call me that again.”
He ran his tongue in his cheek, right where he took the blow. Stepping back, arms wide, he said, “It’s okay. No big deal. All I ever wanted was to see what black pussy feels like.” He ran a greasy gaze up and down her body. “Whore.”
“Get out!” Evie screamed at him as he went to the door. She slammed it shut behind him, put her back into it, slid on the floor and then bawled her eyes out.
Chapter 65: Horace
Horace was gluing four figurines with instructions from a tutorial, so his mind was on the task. The doorbell rang, and he walked absent-minded to open the front door.
He stepped over his gear in the living room. The place had turned into a DIY studio, a backdrop with a seamless bend, two LED panels he had found second-hand, and a mirrorless camera, second-hand also, sitting on a tripod.
He opened the door. At first, he thought it was Evie standing there. Looking at his tablet for instructions, he just glanced at her with the corner of his eye. “Hey,” he said, not paying attention.
“Hello,” the stranger said.
“Wait...” It couldn’t be Evie, she’d be at her shift at Zillions.
He looked down at her shoes, sure, there was a contrast there with the white of the footwear and the golden-brown of her skin. She wore a floral skirt that swayed with the breeze from the open door. And even higher up, a pair of hazel eyes in a gorgeous round face, surrounded by magnificent curly hair.
He frowned. “Hello. Who are you?”
The girl carried a travel bag behind her. He had a nagging thought at that moment and he stepped back, holding his palm up as if the gesture would stop the reality from walking in.
“I’m Invidia Lype,” she said, gifting him a gorgeous smile. “I’ll be staying over with you, like my sisters.”
“No,” he said simply, shaking his head. “Nope.”
She frowned, holding her hands in front of her body in a vulnerable pose. “You don’t want me here?”
She blinked a couple of times and Horace’s heart melted. “No, sorry, it’s not that, I... I just didn’t expect you. Like... at all.”
“Don’t you have the Evil Thoughts app?”
“Yes...” Horace said, carrying the ‘s’ through his teeth. He knew where this was going.
“Didn’t you read the Terms of Service before signing them?”
Horace slapped his face. “No. But, I’m so sorry, come on in. I’m being so rude.”
“It’s okay,” she smiled at him as she walked past. The gust of air carried the flowery scent of her hair and her smell was... intoxicating. “I did show up unannounced, after all.”
He shut the door and rubbed his neck. “I... uh, have no idea where you place you, to be honest.” He waved around at the mess all over the house. “It’s getting a bit crowded, and I have my gear in the mi
ddle of all this... You’ll have to put your stuff at the guest room, I think Ava and Ira take up the least amount of space. Are you okay with that?”
She blinked at him with her curvy eyelashes. “Can’t I just sleep with you?”
Horace gulped. “Suuure,” he squeezed out. “You know what, just put your stuff in my room for now and we’ll figure it out when the girls come back tonight.”
“Okay!” she chirped at him and waited for his signal.
“This way,” Horace said, shaking his head at his current problem. A house full of girls, and he slept with most of them. Yeah, nobody would feel any pity for him. He took in her form as she settled herself in. She was his wet dream, incarnated, and had already asked to sleep with him.
This situation was getting ridiculous.
He checked his stats, just as a reflex.
Evil Thought
Tokens
Gula
10
Luxuria
12
Avaritia
6
Superbia
5
Invidia
0
Ira
4
Acedia
10
Yeap. There she was, right from the start, Invidia. He had gotten used to ignoring the row with the zero, but there it was. Sheesh, seven girls. They were doing their part, sure, it wasn’t like he needed to take care of them all the time. Still, it was overwhelming. They had just gone through the synced period week and it was a bit scary, with the piles of tampons and the smell of blood permeating the bathrooms. On the other hand, Ira called it ‘Backdoor week’ and was extremely happy with all the attention he was giving her.
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