The following is a sexy short story about getting the VIP treatment in Las Vegas. Having been to Vegas and shared some personal experiences, I can attest that it knows how to treat its high rollers. This isn’t necessarily based on a true story, but I doubt anyone would be surprised if something like it happened. Enjoy!
“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”
Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.
“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.
“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”
Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less.
He’d already paid handsomely to reserve the presidential suite at a Las Vegas luxury resort for an entire weekend. He had to pay even more to modify the master bedroom to his fanciful specifications. That included blacking out the windows, covering the lights with red-tinted shades, and modifying the king-sized bed so that it had special fixtures on the headboard and sides to accommodate certain sexual accessories.
“Are you comfortable?” the voice asked him.
“Relatively speaking,” Christopher replied with a half-humored tone, “but I’m getting there. This is just…something I never thought I’d get a chance to do.”
“It’s your fantasy. It’s happening, as we speak. You can stop overthinking it, Birthday Boy.”
That was easier said than done. Lying in the center of the oversized bed, wearing nothing both a pair of white underwear, Christopher tried to relax atop the soft, French linins. That wasn’t easy while his arms were bound to the headboard by special rope, courtesy of a local BDSM store. If that weren’t challenging enough, he was surrounded by five beautiful women wearing G-string thongs and camisole lingerie. Each woman was there to make his fantasy a reality and they took that role seriously.
They were prostitutes, each of which had been carefully screened and very well-compensated to make his fantasy real. They were not the kind of prostitutes who worked on street corners or within seedy clubs. Each woman could’ve easily been mistaken for a supermodel or a porn star. Such beauty cost extra, but Christopher gladly paid it and then some.
In addition to the money, they all had to sign an ironclad non-disclosure agreement that ensured the substance of his fantasy would never leave the walls of the resort. The women, whether they were enticed by the money or the prospect of serving some rich young man’s fantasy, signed on with surprising eagerness. The de-facto leader of the pack, a woman calling herself Amy Rox, set a tone that felt both playful and serious.
“We all know the deal, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Amy. “You’re a rich, handsome young man looking to celebrate in his own, kinky way.”
“It’s uh…not quite that simple, but still mostly accurate,” he said sheepishly.
“You hired me and my sister whores – Roxy, Raven, Trixie, and Candy – to spend the night satisfying you. From what I can tell, it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying birthday.”
“Or a satisfying night, for that matter,” said Candy, the platinum-blonde woman who appeared to be second-in-command. “Seriously, why does such a cute guy with a big trust fund look like he’s never been surrounded by half-naked women?”
“It’s probably because he hasn’t,” noted Trixie, a tall woman with large breasts and an exotic complexion. “Trust me. I know the signs and I’m not just referring to the tent he’s pitching in his briefs.”
Christopher smiled and blushed. The women were more perspective than he’d expected. He resisted the urge to tell them how right they were. If they’d known why he went to such lengths to live out his lurid fantasies, they would’ve either laughed or not believed him.
They weren’t wrong for thinking that he had the means to surround himself with naked women. He wasn’t just young and rich. He was the primary heir to the Harpsworth fortune and business empire. His family went back five generations and, over the years, had accumulated a level of wealth that still left accountants astonished. For that reason, along with his youth and relative good looks, Christopher didn’t blame people for thinking he didn’t have to do much to indulge in his every decadent whim.
The reality of being a Harpsworth, though, was hardly a fantasy. Christopher was fairly certain that nobody, be they beautiful women or a random guy on the street, understood why his wealthy life rarely felt like a privilege.
“It doesn’t matter how many times he’s been tied to a bed and surrounded by naked women,” said Amy, keeping the mood dead serious. “What matters is we’re here. This handsome young man has needs and he’s trusting us to fulfill them.”
“And he’s paying us,” added Roxy. “He’s paying us a lot.”
“All the more reason to do a damn good job!”
Amy, like the leader of an army regiment, made the first move. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she crawled up onto the king-sized bed and hovered over his bound form. Looming over him, she looked like a cross between an angel from Heaven and a temptress from Hell. As he gazed up at her, the bulge in his underwear grew even larger.
“Looks like he’s trying to make it easier for us,” said Raven, her gaze narrowing on the bulge.
“Let’s hope not,” said Candy. “I prefer a challenge!”
“Trust me, sister whores. This will not be easy,” said Amy.
She spoke with such certainty. It was like she knew why his needs had become so desperate. There was no way she could’ve known, even if she read the fine print on the NDA. As he gazed into her eyes, though, Christopher sensed she understood more than he dared concede.
His mouth already dry with anticipation, Amy didn’t surmise more of his motivation. She just hovered over him while the four other half-naked women surrounded him from all sides, each casting him a seductive look. A couple even reached in and playfully rubbed the bulge in his underwear. That really got his blood flowing in the right directions…or wrong, if he were judging by Harpsworth standards.
“Before we get to the main course, let’s enjoy some appetizers,” Amy said seductively.
“What if we’re hungry now?” asked Trixie.
“You’ll just have to wait. He clearly knows a thing or two about patience. It’s only fair that we appreciate it too.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Raven scoffed.
“Oh it’s there,” Amy said confidently. “It’s definitely there.”
Her certainty was almost as much a turn-on as her perfectly-shaped breasts, which couldn’t have been natural. Christopher, his wrists still bound and his body still prone, was even more captivated by the sensual spirit of the moment. While the four other women were clearly intent on doing what he’d paid them to do, Amy took it more seriously.
She helped reinforce that point as she slipped off him briefly and led the charge, once more. She began by kissing him on the lips and pawing his chest, skillfully using her tongue to convey an extra level of sensuality. As he tasted her sweet lips, the four other women went to work tasting other parts of his body. Before he knew it, Christopher felt like the ultimate treat at a sex buffet.
“Mmm…so young, strong, and prestigious,” Roxy commented as she trailed her lips over his nipple. “I like it!”
“You taste good, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Trixie after licking down the lower part of his navel.
“Is this making your birthday extra-happy yet?” asked Raven.
Christopher opened his mouth to answer, but now words came out. He just gasped in blissful contentment, his body finally settling into the fantasy that once seemed so distant. It had taken him longer than expected to fully wrap his head around it, but it finally sank in. His most intimate fantasy was really happening.
The five beautiful women demonstrated remarkable coordination as they went about tasting his half-naked body, exploring his manly flesh with their soft lips. It was so erotic and stimulating, sending shivers of bliss and energy surging through his body. He might have even squealed with delight, at one point. If he had, the women didn’t hold it against him. They never once deviated from the sensual spirit of the fantasy.
“Kiss me…taste me…embrace me,” Christopher found himself saying in between gasps.
“Shh,” Amy said softly. “Just relax. Let us lovely ladies do what we need to do.”
The wealthy young man gladly obliged. The five women were gentle, but thorough, taking turns tasting specific areas. After thoroughly tasting his lips, Amy turned her attention to his neck and shoulders, allowing Candy to move in and twirl her tongue with his, as well. Roxy, Raven, and Trixie each patiently waited their turn, but kept themselves very busy in the meantime.
The five beautiful women left little of his exposed body untouched, unkissed, and unstimulated. Inch by inch, they trailed their lips and tongues around the sinews of his upper body, showing utmost care. They were playful, but affectionate, a rare combination for anyone carrying the Harpsworth name. It was so intense that Christopher’s breathing became ragged.
“Easy, Birthday Boy. Easy,” Amy whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Relax. You’re the ultimate VIP. It’s okay to enjoy it.”
She made it sounds so easy and alluring. By every objective measure, it was. By the skewed standards of the Harpsworth family, though, it might as well have been an alien concept.
He tried not to think about his family’s rigid standards. He just wanted to enjoy the treatment of a wealthy VIP in Las Vegas. The five beautiful women kept doing their part, flashing him seductive looks as they kissed and pawed his upper body. By the time they’d tasted the breadth of his flesh, the bulge in his underwear became too large to ignore.
“Those look so confining,” commented Candy as she kissed around his upper thigh. “I think it’s time we take them off.”
“Yes, I agree,” said Amy. “His dick needs to be free…in more ways than one.”
Christopher offered no opposition. He just kept grinning in a daze as the five women gathered around his waist, grabbed the sides of his underwear, and removed them to expose his throbbing manhood. He didn’t know how hard a man’s dick was supposed to get in anticipation of fulfilling an overdue desire. He was fairly certain that his had raised the bar.
“Wow!” said Raven in amazement. “That is a hell of a boner.”
“Either someone took a few blue pills this morning or there are other forces behind this little birthday fantasy,” said Trixie.
“I’m usually inclined to believe the former, but this time…I’m not so sure,” said Roxy.
Christopher blushed again as the beautiful women marveled over the sight of his hardened cock. Amy was the only one who didn’t divert her gaze from his. She still had that glint in her eyes that told him she understood more than her fellow prostitutes.
“Whatever the case, I’m positive that we’re all very overdressed,” said Amy.
“A sentence I never thought a high-class would say with a straight face,” teased Raven.
“He’s made his needs and desires clear,” she went on. “We can’t do our jobs while fully clothed.”
“Good thing I used to be a stripper,” said Candy.
Showing more coordination – a kind most wouldn’t attribute to prostitutes or former strippers – the five beautiful women stripped naked before his eyes. They even put on a show, of sorts.
Trixie and Candy teased one another as they took turns taking off one another’s camisole, exposing their perfectly round breasts in the process. Raven and Roxy did something similar, standing up on the bed together and wiggling their hips as they slid off their G-string thongs, giving him a perfect view of their luscious lady parts. Amy kept things simple, hovering right over him as she removed her top and slid out of her underwear. It was as though she wanted to make sure he saw every inch of her naked body.
It was a sight Christopher wouldn’t soon forget. While he had seen naked women before – and not just through a computer screen, either – he’d never seen it take such a fanciful form. It was like a dream playing out before his eyes. He swore it made his dick even harder, if that were even possible. It also further affirmed just how much he needed the satisfaction that five beautiful women could offer.
“Beautiful,” Christopher said with unmitigated awe. “You amazingly wonderful women…are so beautiful.”
“Aw, thanks!” said Roxy. “That might be the nicest comment anyone has ever given me when I’m naked.”
“He didn’t even mention my tits or my freshly shaved pussy,” Trixie said. “I don’t know why you have so many needs, Christopher Harpsworth, but I’m glad you hired us to meet them!”
He kept smiling as they posed before him, showing off their bodies like models on a runway. It was becoming harder and harder to hide. His circumstances were different from that of other rich VIPs in Vegas celebrating their birthday. If they knew the truth, they might even feel sorry for him.
Seeing such beautiful naked women, so playful and free with their bodies, reminded him of the high price that game with being a Harpsworth. It just wasn’t possible to experience those things in his world. A child of the Harpsworth family, especially the male ones, were expected to come out of the womb willing to work. Christopher couldn’t remember a time of his life when he wasn’t working, to some extent. The story was similar for everyone else in his family, including his cousins, relatives, and four sisters.
There was always work to do and it always related to building the family legacy. It was a full-time job from which nobody could retire or break from. There were no vacations or holidays. Every goal, whim, and desire had to align with that of the Harpsworth family name. Anything selfish or indulgent was subject to scorn and stigma. It was why he had to come to Las Vegas under the guise of a business trip.
While Christopher had encountered opportunities to indulge before, going back to his days as a handsome rich kid at a co-ed boarding school, he only ever managed some light indulgence. He’d never had a chance to just vent the breadth of his desires over the course of a single night. The five women before him had no idea how deep those desires went, but he suspected Amy had a faint idea.
“Get comfortable with nudity, ladies. From here on out, clothing is prohibited for the rest of the night,” said Amy.
“I’m not usually keen on your bossy tone, Amy,” said Candy, “but since we’ve got such a handsome birthday boy, I’ll give it a pass.”
“Good to hear. Besides, it’ll make things easier for the next step and beyond,” Amy went on.
“And what might that entail?” asked Raven, as though she didn’t already know.
“He’s got a raging boner and we’re all wearing overpriced lipstick,” she said. “What do you think?”
Not waiting for her fellow prostitutes to fill in the blanks, Amy went to work giving his erect penis some intimate attention. She started by grasping the base with both hands, leaning over his waist from his left side, and suckling the tip with her soft lips. The intense sensations that followed caused Christopher to react strongly, almost pulling the rope off the headboard. While his arms remained bound, it still got the point across.
“A five-way blow-job,” Roxy said, “always a challenge, but always worth it!”
“You said it, my fellow whore!” said Trixie.
Brimming with sexual energy, the five beautiful women surrounded his erect manhood, as though it were a priceless relic. Still bound and utterly at their mercy, all Christopher could do was lay back and enjoy it. For once, he wouldn’t have to do the work. That, almost as much as the prospect of receiving oral sex, was immensely stimulating.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes, this is what I want!” the young man seethed.
He watched with a mix of awe and intensity as the five women went to work on his dick. Amy maintained a firm grip on the base of his cock while she and the rest of the women fought for the privilege of sucking it. Amy got the first taste, but was quickly shoved aside by Raven and Trixie, who ended up coordinating by slurping along each side of his shaft, alternating between who got to taste the tip.
It was intense, the feeling of their soft lips and skilled tongues on his cock. It sent shudders of ecstasy shooting up through his body like miniature shocks. Christopher had received oral sex before, but never from women who actually knew what they were doing. The women in his wealthy circles were good at a lot of things, but intimacy and kink weren’t among them.
As he soaked in every feeling, the women continued cycling through the intimate process. They treated it as a contest, of sorts, with each woman showing off her oral sex skills. After Raven and Trixie tag-teamed his cock, Candy showed off even more by deep-throating him to such an extent that required a superhuman gag reflex. It even got her a round of applause from her fellow whores.
“Damn! Someone has been working on her dick-sucking skills,” said Raven.
“Show off,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes.
“I bet I can do better,” said Roxy. “Move aside!”
The oral sex contest escalated even further. After Candy got in a few long, lengthy sucks, Roxy moved in to demonstrate her deep-throating skills as well. Christopher honestly didn’t know that anyone could get that skilled at sucking a dick, but the women before him kept finding ways to blur the lines of fantasy.
“Good…better…great!” he gasped. “My God, that feels incredible!”
“Then, we’re doing something right,” Amy said, as though it were standard protocol.
The oral sex competition kept going until each of them had shown off their skills. Eventually, the competition gave way to greater coordination. At one point, all five women had their tongues touching his cock, licking and slithering along every inch, stimulating every sensitive nerve. Through their efforts, Christopher found himself entering unfamiliar territory in terms of lust and desire.
For once, the work and toil that was expected of a Harpsworth felt rewarded. However, the reward didn’t just extend to making more money and furthering the family name. It felt more personal, an effort built around his desires and no one else’s. That made it special in ways beyond the sensual.
“Ladies, I think he’s ready for more,” said Amy after giving the tip of his cock one last lick.
“Really? Five women sucking his dick isn’t enough?” teased Raven.
“For a handsome young man on his birthday? Hardly,” Amy scoffed. “All this was just an appetizer. It’s time for the main course!”
The five naked women exchanged knowing glances. Once again, Amy proved a capable leader, the four other women trusting her intimate instincts. Christopher had come to trust it as well. In fact, he believed that she understood his needs better than he did.
With a commanding gesture, the four other women pulled away from his still-erect cock. Then, like a well-organized team with a refined game-plan, they positioned themselves around him. Amy got on top of him again, straddling his waist and hovering over his bound form. Raven and Trixie laid in the area to his left, pulling each other into a playful embrace. Candy and Roxy were to his right in a similar embrace, showing little hesitation in letting their naked bodies intimately touch.
While they seemed to be having fun, Amy remained serious. Gazing down at him, her breasts right in his face while his dick rubbed against her butt from behind, she made clear that she was the de-facto arbiter of his elaborate fantasy. Christopher might have known what he wanted, but only Amy knew how to go about getting it.
“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” she began, as though it were even a debate at that point, “I’m going to ride your cock nice and hard. You’re going to enjoy my pussy. And while you’re enjoying it, these four lovely ladies are going to channel their inner bisexual and put on a show for you.”
“Only part of it is for show,” said Roxy, already fondling Candy’s breasts. “The other part is to keep ourselves wet and ready.”
“Speak for yourself,” said Trixie. “I actually am bi. This is just a bonus round for me!”
“Don’t get greedy,” Amy warned. “Remember, this is all for our handsome VIP. We get laid all the time and get paid for it. Mr. Harpsworth here…he genuinely needs this.”
She really emphasized that last point, highlighting the difference between fulfilling a need and just having some kinky fun. Christopher still wasn’t sure how she understood that difference so well, but he was beyond caring. The full extent of his fantasy, desires, and needs was about to unfold.
“In that case,” Candy said, “what are we waiting for?”
“Yeah! Let the birthday kink begin!” Raven said.
The four women to his sides began going at it, making out and fondling each other in a full-blown sex show. They rubbed their breasts together, twirled their tongues, and fingered one another’s pussies with skill every bit as refined as their blowjob abilities.
As hot as those visuals were, Christopher focused much of his attention on Amy. She took his needs and desires more seriously than the others. Being naked and bound, the burden of finishing the job she’d promised was on her shoulders.
“I know what you need and why, Christopher Hapsworth,” she said to him. “Here…let me give it to you.”
With those fateful words, Amy adjusted herself, aligning her body with his. Then, in a moment that shattered the line between fantasy and reality, she guided his dick into her pussy.
What followed was ecstasy in its purest form. Christopher could only gasp, his mind and body frozen under the weight of the feeling. It was so hot, her tight womanly folds slithering along his member. Once full penetration was achieved, the fantasy finally became real.
“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.
“Yes!” Amy said, her voice seething with lust. “You like it. You need it. Embrace it!”
Christopher replied only with another gasp, the ropes restraining his arms barely holding him at that point. Amy’s response was more productive. Once her inner muscles had accommodated his manhood, she grabbed onto his waist and began riding him. She wasn’t too rough, but she wasn’t too careful, either. Like a real-life goddess, she knew exactly what he needed to make their sex as satisfying as it needed to be.
“Yeah! You go, Amy! Ride that cock!” Roxy encouraged while Candy sucked on her nipples.
“That’s how a pro, fucks,” commented Raven.
“You almost sound jealous,” said Trixie.
“Good thing I’m too horny to care.”
The four women cheered Amy on, but kept their sex show going. Even they seemed to admire Amy’s unique kills. Anyone who could impress both a Hapsworth and four experienced whores had to be special in her own right.
Amy kept rising to the occasion, riding his cock and rocking her body to the intimate rhythm. It felt like their bodies were perfectly synchronized, his manhood slithering smoothly within the tight folds of her womanhood. It was so intense, Amy’s heated efforts evoking immense rewards in the form of incredible bliss. What made it even more remarkable was her willingness to share those rewards.
“I…I’m getting close, Mr. Hapsworth,” she said intently. “I know…you’re close too.”
Again, Christopher could only respond with gasps. It was enough to get his point across. While still riding his cock, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“Come with me,” she said to him. “I want it, but you need it.”
As if to further her point, she intensified her movements, riding him harder to send him to the brink. That threshold of ecstasy usually took so much effort, on his part. Every shred of bliss and comfort took so much work for a Hapsworth. The feeling of someone else taking him to that special domain was an incredible feeling that made for a special kind of euphoria.
“Ohhh God, I’m coming! I’m going to…come!” he exclaimed.
Time froze. Thoughts, passions, and all sense of logic blended together into a single feeling. In a rare moment of serenity, Christopher Hapsworth entered a world of ecstasy, courtesy of the sensual efforts of Amy and her fellow prostitutes.
Suddenly, he became the primary spectacle, the four other women ceasing their playful gestures to admire the sight. He could feel their eyes on him as his expression tensed, his body shuddered, and his voice echoed with unfiltered passion. He heard Amy moan as well, still clinging to his waist as their intimate flesh remained perfectly entwined.
At first, he wasn’t sure if she’d climaxed too or if she faked it. However, the way her inner muscles throbbed around his member and the look on her face as he soaked in the feeling convinced him there was nothing fake about it. She had an orgasm as well. She pursued the same pleasure and shared it with him.
It was antithetical to the Hapsworth family creed, sharing the fruits of one’s labor with someone who had not earned it. That was exactly what made it so appealing, as well as satisfying. His wrists still bound and his face now beaming with joy, Christopher eagerly shared in the moment with her.
“That…was better than any fantasy,” he said breathlessly.
“Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Hapsworth,” said Amy with a grin, still leaning over in a more intimate embrace. “For such a handsome young man, I could do nothing less…especially on his birthday.”
“I…don’t think you appreciate the gift you’ve just given me,” Christopher said. “What we did…how we did it…why we did it…I wish I could put it into words, but I can’t.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find other ways to tell us,” commented Roxy coyly.
“I hope so,” said Candy, “because even by horny rich guy standards, I’m not entirely sure what I just witnessed.”
The other women seemed to share in that sentiment. They even looked intrigued, as though he’d done something to set himself apart from all the other rich men who hired prostitutes in Las Vegas. Christopher would’ve loved to explain how his fantasy had taken shape and why he waited until his birthday in Las Vegas to pursue it. Even with his ivy league education, he doubted he could find the words.
He didn’t have to explain himself to Amy, though. He could tell through that subtle glint in her eyes that she already knew. Through a simple nod, she told him that she knew how the rest of his fantasy would play out.
“He’s had his first taste of a once-impossible fantasy,” Amy said. “Trust me, ladies. He wants more…a lot more.”
With a mischievous grin, she rose up off his still-throbbing member and untied his wrists from the bed. Once free, Christopher felt a new kind of energy consume him. After tasting that feeling that Amy shared with him, experiencing his fantasy on a level that revealed so much about his passions, he was ready to pursue it on his own terms.
He set his sights on the four naked women who’d been making out and building their respective arousal. In that instant, Christopher transformed from a bound and eager submissive to a predatory alpha male in heat. Through a single glance, he let each woman know that he was going to fuck them and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
“Ooh boy,” said Trixie, “I’ve seen that look before.”
“Me too,” Roxy said. “Good thing it makes me wet.”
“No more talking, please,” said Christopher, his lust mixing with the formalities of being a Hapsworth. “I’m going to have my way with each of you beautiful ladies. Rest assured, I’ll work hard to ensure you leave this bed satisfied.”
“Is that a promise, Birthday Boy?” asked Candy.
“No. It’s a warning!”
Unleashed from his confines and driven by focused desire, Christopher pounced on the four naked women with an energy that surprised even the most experience prostitutes. He pulled all four of them into a messy embrace, drawing them into a four-way kiss that created a mass of naked flesh in the center of the bed. From there, a chaotic, yet organized outburst of lust unfolded.
He started with Trixie, laying her down and arranging their bodies in a 69 position so he could eat her pussy out while she sucked his dick. There was nothing careful or gentle about it. He ate her out with the intention of giving her an orgasm and humped her face with the intention of getting his dick hard again for more sex. It ended up working faster than any of the women expected.
“Mmm…fuck!” was all Trixie got out before she climaxed.
Christopher didn’t even wait for the orgasmic process to finish. His dick was already hard again and he set his sights on Candy and Roxy. After getting off Trixie, he took on the same commanding poise as Amy had when she was directing the fantasy.
“Roxy,” he said, pointing at her, “get on top of Candy. I’m going to fuck you both.”
“Whatever you say, Birthday Boy!” said Candy.
“So assertive and manly,” said Roxy, “you better fuck me first!”
“Don’t worry. You’re both getting fucked.”
True to his Hapsworth name, he turned his words into actions. As soon as Candy got on top of Roxy, he pounced on both of them, positioning himself behind them so that he could fuck them both, alternating between their pussies along the way. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. Every thrust, touch, and motion was focused. Now that the fantasy was real, the only way to take it further was to put in the effort. Thankfully, that was something every Hapsworth appreciated.
“Fuck! Ooh fuck!” Roxy said as he pumped into her depths. “So…strong! So good!”
“Mmm…this handsome VIP is full of surprises!” said Candy while rubbing her breasts against Roxy’s to supplement the feeling.
He kept at, never losing focus for a second. He did it until both women came – or pretended to come, as might have been the case. He wasn’t as sure that they were as genuine as Amy, but that didn’t matter. He still had passions to vent and a fantasy to pursue.
After having his way with Roxy and Candy, he set his sights on Raven, who’d been making out with Amy to keep herself in the moment. Christopher literally tore her from Amy’s embrace, turned her over so that she was on all fours, and got behind her so that he could fuck her too. With the same focused fervor he’d shown with the other women, he entered her and began rocking her body.
“Ooh! Damn, what’s gotten…into him?” Raven asked.
“You don’t need to know,” Amy said, still in front of her and shoving her breasts in her face. “This is his fantasy on his birthday. Let him enjoy it.”
“Did I say I minded?” she replied. “Hell, I like it!”
Encouraged by her reaction, Christopher humped her harder than Roxy and Candy, rocking her body and evoking blissful cries that echoed throughout the room. She was definitely the loudest of the women, letting out high-pitched squeals of delight as he indulged in their sex. It only got louder when he brought her to orgasm, which he was fairly certain she didn’t fake.
At that point, having had his way with every woman at least once, Christopher tempered his focus and followed his whims more directly. He was still very aroused and very determined to push the limits of his fantasy. The five beautiful women continued to oblige and share in the feeling.
“Don’t let up, Mr. Hapsworth!” Amy urged. “Keep fucking us. Keep indulging. You put in the effort and so will we!”
She knew how to push his buttons. She knew that would only encourage him. That just made Christopher want to indulge even more.
Everything quickly devolved into a mesh of sweaty naked bodies, moving and gyrating in accord with the most basic of whims. Christopher could no longer keep track of it all. One moment, he had Trixie on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders as he pumped his cock into her pussy. The next, he had Roxy on top of him riding his cock while Amy straddled his face so he could gorge on her pussy. The women continued to demonstrate their ability to coordinate. Candy and Raven used their breasts to tit-fuck him at one point. Raven and Amy laid on their sides and made out with each other while he alternated between fucking them.
He ended up climaxing at least several times over the course of such indulgence, pushing the limits of both fantasy and male biology. Even the women were impressed. They were probably used to a man losing his passion after blowing his load once. Those men didn’t have nearly as much pent up passion as him. Being able to exercise it for once, carving out a special fantasy on his birthday, helped his body match his desires.
“What I’ve wanted…what I’ve needed,” he said in the middle of the indulgence. “Finally, it’s mine to embrace.”
“Yes, Christopher,” Amy said to him. “It’s yours and no one else’s.”
That idea was almost as powerful as the ecstasy that came with it, enjoying the fruits of his labor on his own terms instead of those imposed by his family. It felt like such an alien concept when it shouldn’t have, enjoying a feeling for himself instead of making everything about his family’s legacy. Fantasy or not, it was as satisfying as it was profound.
“Yes! Embrace it, Mr. Hapsworth! Embrace it!” each woman began saying, as though it were a mantra.
He responded with more actions, indulging in more sex acts with each woman, venting his passions and meeting years of unmet needs. The five women continued to accommodate him every step of the way, getting their share of the feeling as well. He didn’t know for certain if they were as satisfied as him, but he certainly did his part.
When it finally ended, the last shared climax having occurred with Amy and Trixie, they all collapsed atop the oversized bed in a naked heap. The entire room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. After echoes of orgasmic cries had filled the room, the only sounds that remained were heavy breathing and content sighs. It was a serene conclusion to such a decadent fantasy.
Somewhere along the line, Christopher Hapsworth found himself lying in the center of the bed with Amy curled up on one side and Trixie on the other. Raven, Roxy, and Candy were already half-asleep, lying near the foot of the bed. Trixie must have been really tired because she was already snoring. He was in need of rest as well, but held off, if only to savor every last moment of the experience.
Only Amy remained fully awake. As he laid with her, surrounded by other naked women and having completed a fantasy, she gently stroked his chest, gazing at him with that knowing look of hers. Whether by luck, fate, or a fitting birthday present, Christopher had found a woman who had embraced the fantasy every bit as much as he had. It led him to wonder just how great an impact it would have once returned to the laborious life of being a Hapsworth.
“It’s okay, Mr. Hapsworth,” Amy said to him in that soft, sensual tone he’d come to love.
“Yes,” he said with a content grin. “This is very okay.”
“I’m not just talking about that,” she said. “I’m saying it’s okay to pursue your own needs every once in a while. There’s a time to work hard for the sake of others and a time to work for the sake of yourself. It doesn’t have to be a fantasy, but when it’s your birthday and you’re in Las Vegas…why not?”
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