His Naked Muse 2

Five naked women stood before me in the centre of the studio.

The afternoon light poured through the tall glass walls and painted their bodies in shifting gold and shadow. Every curve, every dip, every tremor was illuminated. Skin tones ranged from porcelain to deep mahogany. Breasts varied from small and high to full and heavy. Nipples stood erect in the cool air. Pussies were smooth, trimmed, or left natural—each one already glistening with anticipation or nerves or both. Their breathing filled the silence: shallow, uneven, excited.

Sophia was closest. The blonde with the lush body. Her heavy breasts rose and fell quickly. Her thick thighs pressed together as though trying to trap the ache between them. She was the first to speak.

“Are we doing this right here?” Her voice was low. Husky. Eager.

I stepped forward. Close enough that she could feel my heat.

“Yes,” I said. “Right here. All of you. No privacy. No hiding. I want to see how you respond when you know the others are watching. That is part of the test.”

Lila—the slim redhead—made a small sound in her throat. Not fear. Excitement.

Tara crossed her arms under her small, firm breasts. Lifted her chin. “Then start with me.”

I smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

“No,” I said. “I start with whoever I choose. And I choose Sophia first.”

I reached out. Took Sophia’s hand. Led her to the wide daybed in the corner. The others followed without being told. They arranged themselves around us—sitting on stools, leaning against the wall, kneeling on the floor—silent spectators with hungry eyes.

Sophia stood before the daybed. I sat on the edge. Spread my thighs.

“Straddle me.”

She did. Her knees sank into the cushion on either side of my hips. Her full breasts hung inches from my face. Her pussy hovered above my lap. Wetness already coated her inner thighs.

I looked up at her.

“Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed instantly. Clasped her wrists at the small of her back. The position thrust her tits forward. Her nipples were dark pink. Swollen. Begging.

I cupped her breasts. Lifted them. Squeezed until flesh spilled between my fingers. She gasped. Her head fell back. I rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger—slow at first, then harder. Pinching. Twisting. She whimpered. Her hips jerked forward. Her cunt brushed the front of my trousers. Left a wet streak on the black fabric.

I leaned in. Took one nipple into my mouth. Sucked hard. Tongue lashing the tip. Teeth grazing the areola. She cried out. Loud. Unrestrained. The sound bounced off the concrete walls.

I switched to the other breast. Bit down. Not gently. She moaned my name—Leo—like a prayer.

My hands slid down her sides. Over the soft swell of her belly. To her hips. I gripped hard. Pulled her down until her soaked pussy pressed fully against the ridge of my cock through my trousers.

She ground against me. Slow. Desperate. Coating me in her slickness.

I looked over her shoulder at the others.

Lila’s hand was already between her legs. Fingers circling her clit. Tara’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Mei’s thighs were pressed so tight together her knuckles were white. Elena watched with dark, unreadable eyes.

I turned my attention back to Sophia.

“Stand up.”

She rose on trembling legs.

I unzipped my trousers. Freed my cock. It sprang upward. Thick. Veined. The head already slick with pre-cum. I stroked it once. Slowly. Let them all see.

Sophia’s eyes widened. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“On your knees.”

She dropped instantly. The concrete was cold. She did not care.

I guided her head forward.

“Open.”

She did.

I slid into her mouth. Slow. Deep. Until the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly. Tears sprang to her eyes. I held her there. Let her adjust. Then I began to fuck her mouth.

Steady. Controlled. Each thrust pushed deeper. Her saliva coated me. Dripped down my shaft. Down my balls. She moaned around me. The vibration made my spine tingle.

I looked at the others again.

“Touch yourselves,” I ordered. “Show me how wet this makes you.”

Four hands moved at once.

Lila spread her legs wide. Two fingers plunged inside herself.

Tara pinched her nipples. Hard.

Mei rubbed slow circles over her clit. Her breathing hitched.

Elena’s fingers dipped between her folds. She watched me with those green eyes. Unblinking.

I fucked Sophia’s mouth harder. Faster. Her throat opened for me. Took me deeper. Gagging sounds filled the studio. Wet. Filthy. Perfect.

I pulled out suddenly. My cock glistened with her saliva. Strings of spit connected her lips to the head.

“On the bed. On your back. Legs wide.”

She scrambled to obey. Lay back. Spread her thighs. Her pussy was swollen. Pink. Dripping. Her clit stood out like a small pearl.

I knelt between her legs.

I did not tease.

I buried my face in her cunt.

Tongue plunged inside her. Fucking her with it. Nose grinding against her clit. Hands gripping her thick thighs. Spreading her wider. I ate her like a man who had been starving for years.

She screamed. Back arching. Hands fisting the sheets. Hips bucking against my mouth.

I sucked her clit hard. Flicked it with my tongue. Then plunged two fingers inside her. Curled them. Rubbed that spot while I sucked.

She came violently. Squirting onto my tongue. Soaking my chin. My neck. The sheets.

I drank every drop.

When her spasms slowed, I rose.

My cock was throbbing. Aching.

I positioned myself at her entrance.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open. Glassy. Desperate.

I slammed inside her.

One long, brutal thrust.

She screamed again. Nails raking my arms.

I fucked her hard. Deep. Every stroke bottoming out. My balls slapping against her ass. Her tits bounced with every impact. I leaned down. Sucked a nipple into my mouth while I pounded her.

She came again. Walls fluttering around me. Milking me.

I pulled out. Stroked myself twice.

Came across her breasts. Thick ropes painting her skin. Dripping down her sides.

She lay there. Panting. Covered in me.

I stood.

Looked at the other four women.

Their hands were still moving between their legs. Their eyes were wild.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Lila,” I said. “You’re next.”

She rose on trembling legs.