Chapter 5

Arita’s POV

Ray, the same guy I dated for two years, is on all fours, with another male dick in his asshole.

The male thrust in and out of his asshole, while gripping tightly on Ray’s neck from behind.

His moan was so intense that one could tell he was enjoying every pressure the other guy was inflicting on him.

I stood still, too shocked to move, too shocked to shout or make a sound. Ray, the same guy who has always made me feel like I was the problem for having sexual urges, is being fucked by another man. Coupled with the fact that I caught him with a lady the other day is so surprising.

The other male stepped down, his hands grabbed on the handcuff on the bed stand, cuffing Ray’s hands and legs apart.

Ray didn’t argue, he allowed him.

The fucker walked back to the bed, dick fully erected with visible veins and muscles.

My pussy tightened as I stared at his manhood. It took everything in me not to go in there and hold his dick.

Ray let out a loud moan as the male penetrated him again. He spanked Ray’s ass while he thrust into his asshole again, each thrust made my pussy wet even more.

At interval he would stop, apply some lubricant and oil before moving deep inside of Ray’s asshole.

I couldn’t keep my eyes away, neither did I want to be caught, for I was enjoying this free p**n seated scene.

The sex was too heated, I found my hands moving to my boobs before I could stop it. I pressed on it slightly, rubbing on my hardened nipple, making my pants wet the more.

“You enjoy me fucking you naughty baby,” the male muttered while fucking Ray faster.

“Yes baby,” Ray moaned.

That was the peak of it, I couldn’t hold my urges again. My hand went beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit from my wet pants.

My eyes watered as waves of pleasure flowed through my veins, making me spread my legs apart even more.

I shifted the pants a little, inserted my fingers in it, one at first then two. My pussy was dripping wet with juice, making my thrust easy.

“Ohhhhh, haaa,” I let out a loud moan as I felt something build inside of me, forgetting I wasn’t in my room.

I felt relieved as I reached climax, my eyes turned to the bed and that was when I met four piercing eyes, staring at me with disgust.

They looked at me like I had done something bad. If there is anyone who has done something bad then it is them.

Ray didn’t utter any word, neither did the guy, they both stood staring at me.

“I—I…” I tried to say something but words failed me.

They both left the room as they headed to the bathroom.

I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should wait for him or not, but when I heard loud moans coming from the bathroom I knew they had excused themselves to continue their dirty stuff in the bathroom.

Having no other choice, I left his house. At that moment I knew he no longer wanted me. It stung and hurt so bad as I came to realization. All this while I didn’t believe him, thought he didn’t mean it.

I finally understood his words and came to acceptance.

I boarded another cab home, as I was too drained to trek the long distance.

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King’s POV

“They are all in the room,” the hotel manager informed me.

I stepped out of my car, followed through the back entrance as I didn’t want my fans recognizing me. I wasn’t here as a music idol, I was here for something way more important.

I stepped into the room with the smell of cheap fragrance filling my nostrils.

The room was filled with about ten of them. Ten different ladies stood tall and beautiful. There wasn’t one of the same size or shape, some were tall, few short and their physique ranged from big to moderate.

As I walked past each lady, they tried winning me over. Some touched their boobs, displaying what they had to offer while the others shook their ass by rocking it on my manhood.

I allowed them, that was what I was here for anyway. My hand spanked some of the ladies’ asses while checking them out.

I sat down on the bed, studying each one of them, maybe I would see one person that would bring about change.

The ladies all stared at me confused as I wasn’t making any attempt to invite them over to the bed.

“Hmmm,” I coughed out from the mask I had on. “Touch yourselves.”

“What?” they screamed.

I didn’t say anything, my hand signaled to my boys. They placed a briefcase in front of me, my hand picked out a few new notes from it and tossed them on the floor.

“You will get more if you do it right,” I instructed while my legs crossed over each other.

As expected, all of them rushed to where I had tossed the money, struggling to get a share. I tossed more, making it circulate among them.

The biggest among them stripped herself naked, her hands grabbed on her big boobs while she flipped them seductively.

The others copied after her, making them all stand bare before me. They paired themselves in twos, touching and romancing themselves.

I watched with rapt attention, hoping for something to change, but nothing did. Not even a single shift, my dick was so inactive like a dead being, nothing moved, not even a slight shift.

I felt nothing for all the girls in the room.

Angrily, I exited the room. This was another failed attempt. For years I had been doing this, hosting a p**n party and requesting the sexiest of all girls just to see if there would be a change, but each time I met the same result.

I slammed the door closed while my driver drove me to my concert.

I’m King Owen, the popular music idol every girl crushes on. My appearance made girls scream my name at the top of their voice and others threw their bras at me on stage. Everyone wants to be my girl, but none I’ve seen so far met the criteria.