Chapter 7 #3
“Holy fuck…” I exhaled as Monica stroked my saliva slathered, semi-softened cock, watching the last bead of sperm ooze before she licked it up.
Her final act was to blow a taunting kiss at the camera, then Cassie put down the phone. Monica giggled and rested her head in my lap for a moment, then sat up to put her bikini top back on.
“That was crazy,” Monica praised as I tucked my dick back into my pants. “Thanks for being a good sport. I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I can,” Cassie teased, whose breast was similarly covered back up by her bathing suit as she looked between me and Monica. “That kiss was kinda hot.”
Monica smiled with a giggle. “Girl, I don’t usually swing that way, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
“On camera, at least.”
Monica made a face of pseudo offense. “Bitch, don’t think I won’t! I’m still turned on after sucking Daddy’s dick.”
I laughed, sinking back against the pillows with my arms reclining out across the bed. “Is that what you’re calling me from now on?”
“It is until you tell me to stop—or fire me,” Monica wiggled her head with a proud glimmer. “I’ll clean the kitchen naked in an apron if you ask me.”
Now this was the kind of housekeeper I could live with.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Daddy, it is, then.”
Monica giggled, then started spreading all the cash around the bed so she could lie on top of it, sighing the same way I felt; a dream come true.
Cassie looked around at all the money on the bed, then raised an eyebrow at Monica. “You know, Jax and I were talking about teaming up on you earlier.”
Monica quickly sat up enough to recline on her elbows with a look of bemusement. “What are you waiting for, then?”
Cassie and I said at the same time, “Consent.”
Monica rolled her eyes with a feminine groan, hooked her thumbs down the waistbands of her g-string, and pulled them down while lifting her legs, bending at the knees to take them off before tossing them at Cassie’s face, which I instinctively snatched in mid-air.
She arched her back on the bed after that, reaching under herself to undo her top, her body oriented horizontally across from me so that I could see her full side profile, along with the healthy patch of pubic hair she had on the mound above her smooth, wet labia.
“There’s your consent,” Monica drawled.
I turned my head right toward Cassie, and she toward me, negotiating with our eyes before the words came.
“Twice.”
I took off my clothes while Cassie remained comfortably clad in her bikini. We took turns eating Monica out and sucking her tits, treating her like a personal plaything.
Monica, for her part, rode the horny high of new wealth and all the way to two orgasms. With her well satisfied, Cassie ended up excusing herself to the bathroom to rub one off.
She was busy for a while. But when she got back, she’d changed into a white sports bra and red yoga shorts. Still fairly skimpy, though with more coverage than the bathing suit she’d been wearing.
But when she walked back in, Monica had moved between my legs to take some ‘B-roll’ clips…
She laid on her tummy with her feet daintily in the air as she licked up the bottom of my dick before slurping it into her mouth, casually playing with it with a grin while making eye contact with me.
“You’re doing it again?” Cassie commented, coming back onto the bed as she started gathering the money and counting it into organized stacks, looking more excited than she knew what to do with herself.
“Just riding the wave,” Monica responded with a deep, chesty chortle, then sucked on my balls while stroking my shaft for a heavenly minute before smacking my cock against her tongue. “He said I could get nasty, so I am.”
“How much of this are you gonna post?”
“All of it,” Monica said before closing her mouth on the upper third of my dick, squeezing her wet lips together until my glans popped out as she reached the tip. “Private story—for her eyes only.”
“Augh…” I groaned airily as my cock resonated with the pleasure of being sucked for twenty minutes straight, inching closer to the edge. “Now.”
“Now?” Monica said, then nodded in quick acknowledgment as our next recording began, sliding her mouth up down as deep as her throat could take, then opened her mouth and held her tongue out.
I grit my teeth and groaned as Monica stroked my cum into her open mouth, flinging ropes onto her cheeks and chin before moving to faster, shallow strokes at the top of my shaft so the rest could squirt onto her tongue.
The footage was as vulgar as it could get, a perfect punctuation to our windfall of a night. It wasn’t until my pulsing cock settled down that she closed her smiling mouth around it, cleaning up the mess with some post-ejaculatory head.
“Fuck…” I grunted before vocalizing cathartically with a sighing chuckle, then almost jumped out of my skin when she puckered her lips and rubbed them side to side on the sweet spot beneath the tip. “Whoa, whoa, whoa—holy shit, haha, chill.”
Mercifully, she stopped.
“You okay, Daddy?” she asked.
“I’m good. Just needs a minute,” I replied, meeting Cassie’s eyes. “I guess you don’t have to throw a party for Mimi.”
“You don’t have to do all that, I’m not cock blockin’,” Monica replied while holding my dick. “We’re having fun, right? Do your thing, Daddy.”
Relief. One less complication. At least in that moment.
I still had a housekeeper—one who came with blowjobs.
Cassie chimed in. “And I kinda already texted her.”
“Works for me,” I said, flaring out my elbows and leaning back to rest, allowing Monica to sit back up with her topless titties in view, then pulled up the sheets as I looked at Cassie while she counted. “How much is it?”
Cassie paused to take a deep breath, setting down a 10k stack to look at me like I was either a mythological creature or straight bonkers. “I’m up to five million, and there’s way more.”
“All that and you still ain’t done?” Monica’s titties jiggled as she put her top back on, turning toward Cassie who appreciated the show with a quiet giggle.
“I’m a bartender so I can count money pretty quick so, I’m guessing this has gotta be at least thirty, forty million?”
“What are you gonna do with it all?” asked Monica.
“I guess we’re going on vacation,” I mused with a contented sigh. “—after tying up a few loose ends. I’m thinking Barbados. Or Bora Bora.”
Both women slowly turned their faces to gawk at me, then back to each other.
“Oh, we have got to keep him,” Monica commented, glancing from my face to my crotch and back again.
“Technically, I’m keeping you,” I countered with a faintly cocky grin. “Cassie’s just along for the ride.”
“Hey, I’m invested in this too!” Cassie stated with an offended frown. “And that was before the money.”
“I know, I know, I’m kidding,” I replied, lifting one palm in acquiescence.
She held her frown and narrowed her eyes with a mischievous smirk. “I let you touch my boob too; guys don’t get to do that.”
“That doesn’t count,” I retorted in a teasing tone. “It was a one-off. It’s not like I saw you naked.”
“You probably will,” Cassie argued matter of factly, glancing askance at Monica. “If she’s down.”