Shooting The Moon Ch. 02

Apparently, I fell asleep drunk and tired, which wasn't too surprising, given how much Jameson I drank the night before and how much I had fucked my three playthings. I didn't wake up alone, however. I was in my studio apartment, lying on the sofa, with Dana planting kisses on my cock and balls. Oh, yes, Dana ... the pizza girl, who had been so passionate and submissive as a lover the night before. Evidently, she hadn't changed her mind, either. We weren't the only ones in the apartment, as demonstrated by the noises that came from the kitchenette, where Lindsay was riding Robert cowgirl style. No matter how much she craved me, Lindsay was still very much in love with her husband, which made perfect sense to me and really didn't make me jealous at all.

"Morning, sir. Sorry about waking you, but I'm horny and even if I still have a job, I don't have to show up for it until 4 in the afternoon. How about it? I've only felt your cock in my mouth. I'm ready for it in the pussy and ass. I don't care which first, as long as you tap both. How about it, Mr. Super?" Dana teased me about owning the complex.

"Well, there are worse ideas before I get dressed and show up at the front office. Mind you, Valija will wonder if I'm too late, so it might have to be a quickie unless I call in ... sick. Hey, that's a plan. Except not sick. I'm the boss. I don't have to lie. I'll just tell her to handle anything that she can and leave to me anything above her pay grade for tomorrow. I get to choose my own schedule and make up the days when I see fit. I'm not on hourly or salary. I'm the owner."

I laughed at my workaholic habits picked up from Uncle Moshe ... it was mostly a good thing, but there were limits to being so hands-on and I often stretched those limits as it was.

"Who is Valija?" Dana asked me, as I bent her over the sofa and lubed up her asshole for my dick.

"My manager. She handles whatever I don't. She's kind of young, but I saw that her talents were wasted as a secretary, so I promoted her and told the ones who didn't like that to kiss my ass, since they were skimming the rents, anyway. She actually brought that to my attention. Uncle Moshe was a great man, but sometimes he trusted old friends not to steal from him. Usually, he was right, but the Brookes were crooks. Pardon the rhyme, but they were. He died very rich, but he could have been even richer if they hadn't fleeced him. Now they're in jail where they belong and Valija runs the shop for me whenever I'm gone, for whatever reason. She's loyal as could be, of course. Latvian girl, very sweet to me, but tough as nails when people try to rip us off," I smiled as I slid my cock into Dana's tush.

Dana's reaction to my cock there was absolutely delicious. She dug her nails into the sofa, squirmed, thrashed with her legs, and began sighing a little as we fucked. She also bucked her hips a lot as I kept up the thrusts into her bottom, clearly reacting to what the smell of her soaked pussy and other signs indicated was genuine pleasure. It was evident that her mother resented Dana's sexuality as a threat and I could see why. The pizza girl who had seemed so sexless when she first arrived, to where I couldn't even be sure of her gender at first, was now undoubtedly a sexy young woman in serious heat.

For what seemed like another half hour or so, I kept pounding Dana's sweet booty while touching her shoulders, breasts, and back. I fondled her all over while I sodomized her and the young lady really seemed to welcome it. Meanwhile, I could hear Robert and Lindsay cumming together, with a very loud gasp as Robert shot his load inside his wife. I did not expect that Lindsay would limp over to me and start rubbing her creamy cunt against me, grinding her pussy on my ass. Pretty soon, Robert's jizz was smeared on my butt, at which point both Robert and Lindsay started licking it off my buns.

This was just too much stimulation, and I unloaded completely in Dana's ass, flooding her bowels with my cum. What happened next was no real shock, of course. Lindsay and Robert both attacked my cock with their lips and tongues, even licking my balls before each taking my dick into their mouths. Dana, for her part, rose and parted my buns to rim me enthusiastically. My cock didn't get a chance to go soft, as the trio kept it nice and hard for me.

"Now, clean my cum from Dana's ass," I ordered Robert, who grinned at this order and got right to work, sucking my spunk from Dana's butt.

"I need a shower," I told Lindsay, taking her by the hand to indicate that she should join me.

Lindsay didn't wait for my command before she began soaping and lathering me up under the hot water. She kissed my lips repeatedly and stroked my dick as she washed it. Once I had her nice and clean, I began kissing her skin and even licking it up and down for the hell of it. She moaned and shivered in reaction, sliding her tongue along my flesh as well. She wanted it bad. I wanted it even worse. When I began rimming Lindsay, her knees buckled and I had to keep her from falling over.

"Master ... please. Fuck my pussy, please ... I want your load in me. Robert's fucked me there, but not you yet. He's great ... but, damn, Master, I want your cum, too. I love having both of you cum in me. I loved how slimy and slick my ass felt after both of you came in me. I loved sucking your dick, knowing that it had been in his butt, too. Please... ," Lindsay begged me.

I smiled a little more as I realized that I could get used to the idea of both Robert and I shooting our loads into Lindsay and Dana each back to back. The sloppy seconds of each of us would feel incredible to the ladies as well as us menfolk. I could already sense that we were all kinky enough to enjoy such an experience of mixed cum and other fluids. It was a way to bind us to each other in ways that few could understand or match.

I didn't hesitate to enter Lindsay in the shower, fucking her under the jets of hot water for our mutual gratification. I had to admit that my life had changed dramatically since agreeing to enslave her husband and her, not to mention Dana. In less than 12 hours, I had picked up three voluntary playthings who seemed eager to fuck me half to death. Lindsay, for her part, was so undeniably submissive and yet also extremely mischievous and playful. I loved that side of her, fully of tricky plans and devious surprises.

I also loved how much Lindsay adored her husband. She was, in spite of her recent experience with me, very much in love with Robert. I could tell that and I found that rather pleasing about her, that she treated him with affection, not disdain, for his submissive and bisexual ways. He was not a cuckold, as far as she and I were concerned, and I very much doubted that Dana thought of him that way, either. He was not a sissy. He was just a submissive bisexual man who loved his wife and enjoyed fucking her as much as he liked being fucked by a guy ... and who also enjoyed another woman, as witnessed by Dana. There was nothing "cucky" about him at all.

Anyway, as I continued to fuck Lindsay from behind in the shower, I could hear the front door to the studio apartment open and someone walk inside. I could have heard a pin drop after that. Absolute silence for a moment. Then I heard high heels walk across the apartment to the bathroom and saw a blurred figure open the shower door.

Valija looked at Lindsay and me with complete shock for a second, but then she did something that truly floored me. She tossed her shoes into the short hallway to the bathroom and removed her skirt with its straps from her blouse. This left her in only her blouse and panties as her pale blue eyes blazed with lust for me.

"Fuck him as much as you wish, my dear, but after that, we need to talk. All five of us, it seems. You have something that I want, or rather someone... ," Valija's tone made it apparent what or whom she desired ... me.

"We can share, you know," Lindsay panted as I thrust yet again and finally exploded from the sheer sensuality of the wanton debauchery prevalent in my apartment right then.

"Oh, we will, darling. We will. That's what I want to talk to you about. You and Isaac here, as well as the others," Valija stated as she led the way back into the living room where Robert had now progressed to the reverse cowgirl position with Dana on top.

Seeing us depart the bathroom and Valija half-naked while the other two of us were in our birthday suits, Robert came deep in Dana's cunt and she squirmed with another small climax. They struggled wobbly to their feet and I gestured for everyone to sit on the floor, Valija included.

"So, Valija, you have the floor, if you'll pardon the pun. What is it that you wish?" I asked my manager.

"In a word ... you. I want you. I want to be your lover. I want to make sweet love to you. I want to kiss you and hug you. I want to fuck you like the slut that I am. I want to have your baby. I want to wake up to you ... and I can see that the price for all of this is small. Very small. Am I right? Do you want me as much as you seemed to in the shower just now?" Valija looked smoldering hot and sexy in just her white blouse and red silk panties ... her pink lipstick and purple mascara somehow very appealing right then, set against her dirty blonde hair, too.

"Yes, but what price do you think that you'd have to pay?" I asked her curiously.

"Judging from what I have seen, I have to share you, as stated. Fine with me. I planned to, anyway. I have had all kinds of fantasies about kinky sex with you. This works just fine with me. Are they all your lovers, or just the ladies?" Valija probed.

"All of them. They're my sex slaves. Willing playthings, you see. As of last night. What do you think of that? Kinky enough for you?" I wondered.

"Oh, darling, I just have one question," Valija surprised me with her candor.

"Which is?"

"When do they get collared, because I want mine to come with a leash. Detachable, of course. Haven't you realized by now that I am completely your bitch and have been from the day that we met?" Valija pleaded, "What must I do to get what you freely gave to these others? Your domination, your power, your authority, and your guidance ... I am a slut who needs to be taken, owned, you see."

"All that you had to do was ask," I stunned us all with my confession.

"Then I am asking now," Valija closed the distance and kissed me hungrily on the lips.

"Very well, then. What do you want to do with me? How did you want to arrange the contract? I still haven't formalized the precise terms with these three, but they've all committed to be my new playthings. Is that what you desire?" I asked her, caressing her hair with my fingers.

"Actually, Isaac won us in a game of poker and I'll never regret it. We're a married couple, but we serve him gladly," Robert noted, pointed to Lindsay and himself.

"Is that so? And what about you? Did you serve him completely ... are you and he ... are you his bum boy?" Valija asked him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Here, let me prove it," Robert said as he leaned over and began sucking my cock again.

"Oh, and yes, as you can see, I am very much still married to Robert and love him dearly, but I need this, too. It's just what we are and what we need," Lindsay added, sucking Robert's dick to reinforce this.

"And I was just the pizza girl, but they seduced me and boy am I glad that they did!" Dana confessed, punctuating things by sucking my toes.

"So, a game of poker. Pity that I didn't accept your invitation last night. It seems that I missed out on the fun. I just wasn't ready to act the part of a platonic friend right then. Not when I wanted to be your slut, my dear. True, I am getting divorced, but that is neither here nor there. I told you, I do not mind sharing and I really do not. What I do mind is that Arlen thinks that I am here as his personal maid and doesn't like me working at all. I don't mind serving a master, but let's make it fun, right? Whips, chains, and leather, all well and good.

"Black eye, broken nose, and sheer drudgery, being a party favor to his butt-ugly friends who have bad breath that you can smell clear to China ... ugh. Being made to cut his meat for him, yes, and pour him glass after glass of brandy Alexanders, after which he would call me a whore for fucking his friends and say that the whole thing was my idea. Then he would just stick it in me and cum. Flat on my back. No foreplay, no teasing, no fun about it all. Just a drunk using me as his personal flesh light. No fucking thanks. What he really resented is that he was using me to suck up to his boss and friends and that they didn't thank him for it, only thought less of him for doing so, even though they suggested it. It never occurred to numb-nuts that they were testing him and that he did what they wanted, but couldn't respect.

"Arlen wanted to fit right in with the in-crowd at work and pimped me out to get there. I swear, if it made him more popular to wipe their asses with a sponge, he would do so. Other women? I wish! I should be so lucky! Then he might learn from fucking them and watching them pleasure me. They could teach him. Group sex and orgies, gang-bangs, all of that are fine, but I don't appreciate being asked to fuck men that I find repulsive.

"No, Arlen wasn't into other women. He wanted me as a trophy, a prize, to give him status. He wouldn't go down on me, by the way, because I always had another man's cum in me, but that was his fault! He was the one who wanted me to put out for his boss and buddies. I pleaded for him to at least let me insist upon a condom, but he refused. He said that this would hurt him at work with the team. He also hated my Goth look. Said that it made me look like a Satanist or worse. This is who I am. I'm not evil, just a little naughty when I wish to be.

"It never clicked with him that it was weird that his own wife was the party favor every time, not the others ... well, actually, come to think of it, he took pride in that and saw it as proof that he had the sexiest wife of them all. Which was flattering in a way, but a girl needs to know that even if she fucks around, she has a man to come home to at the end of the day. I wasn't a woman to him, not a wife really. I was a maid and a whore that he lent out to his friends and his boss. The sex was fun itself, but not fun enough to overcome the sense that I was just a party favor to his friends, a toy for his use and theirs," Valija explained a little more about her estranged husband.

"Well, as much fun as this is, perhaps we should go out and get some breakfast. Valija, you have the day off today, just like me. The front office is closed until lunch. I know that it's rent day, so just print out a sign saying that the rent deadline will be extended for another 48 hours, just to make up for the inconvenience. It's unheard of, so it will be a nice surprise for some tenants," I chuckled, "anyway, you're all going out with me to breakfast. I'm a rich man, but I can be a bit too miserly. High time to enjoy my money a little more. There's a place for thrift and industry, but I've taken it too far of late."

"Where to?" Dana asked me, curiously.

"Herb's Café, of course. Best damn diner in town, bar none. Herb's semi-retired now, but his daughter Ruth does a better than decent job running the place for her old man. Always treats me well in particular, so I have no complaints for sure. If I ever went the traditional route in Judaism, you know, marriage to one of the Faith, that sort of thing, it would be with Ruth," I commented.

"Well, that's funny. I'm half-Jewish," Dana laughed.

"Are you now? That's very interesting," I smiled at her, "Mother's side, right?"

"Hell, yeah. Jewish mom, Mexican dad. Makes for an interesting situation at times. Not that you will catch Mom dead at temple. Ain't gonna happen. She's only as Jewish as lox and bagels. That's about it. Has that in common with you, I guess," Dana teased me as we dressed and headed out the door.

"All the more reason for you two to meet. You might have something in common," I joked.

"You mean other than wanting you?" Lindsay laughed.

Turning to Mrs. Cullen, I feigned ignorance, "What would that mean, my dear Mrs. Cullen?"

"Oh, really, sir? I think that it's not rocket science to see how you affect women and even some men. Robert here, for instance. If Ruth is especially nice to you, she probably is carrying a torch for you. Don't worry, I'll read her body language and interpret it for you. Men! So clueless about that!" Lindsay kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Yeah, that sounds like me, too. I didn't have a clue about Lindsay until she made it obvious," Robert agreed, "women's signals are in some code that no man can decipher."

"It's a foreign language, I guess, so one can't blame the men for not knowing it. Easy to forget that men don't speak female," Valija had a little fun at our expense, "word of warning, Ruth or no Ruth, when I can get you alone, even at Herb's Café, I'm gonna have that cock of yours in at least one of my holes. I leave it to you to decide which one."

We stopped briefly by the front office long enough for me to have Valija print out the extended deadline on rent and the front office being closed until at least the afternoon. This was likely going to draw a lot of comment, since the front office was usually open 7 days a week. At this point, however, I didn't really care. I just wanted some breakfast and a nice bit of R and R after working my ass off so much. What better mini-vacation than a little orgy with my new playthings, right? In this I now counted Valija, whose desires were hardly left to the imagination.

So, yeah, it was a great day already, and I hadn't even eaten breakfast yet.

"We still need to talk about that contract," I whispered to Valija as she joined me in my Jeep.

"Yes, sir, we do!" she grinned as we roared down the road ... no doubt, she intended to talk about it right after she drained my balls.