Helen, an attractive and voluptuous woman in her early 40's, runs a special home for single, career-minded women, who are able to manage their day jobs but have abnormally high libidos and don't want to deal with the hassles of dating or risks of random hookups. There are ten women living in the house, including Helen, and while they can control themselves when they want to and to function out in the world, they're all nearly constantly wet with arousal. Helen has just selected Dave, a moderately fit freelance journalist in his mid 30's, to live in the house and see to the women's needs. The house rules are clear and everyone is happy to follow them - Dave must be available and open to any sexual request from any of the women staying there and, similarly, as long as they're not busy the women must be open to any sexual advances from Dave.

Chapter 16: The Double Deposit

The thick scent of Sera’s expensive perfume clashed violently with the raw musk of sex hanging heavy in the velvet lounge. Dave drove his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in Sera’s slick, clenching heat. She lay sprawled regally on the deep crimson couch, legs hooked over its plush arms, her tailored silk blouse unbuttoned to reveal lace-trimmed black silk bra cups pushed down beneath her full breasts. Her eyes, sharp and dark as obsidian, locked onto Dave’s face, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Between her thighs, on her knees on the thick Persian rug, Clara knelt. Her face was buried in Sera’s dripping pussy, her tongue working furiously against Sera’s swollen clit.

Sera moaned, a low, luxurious sound that vibrated through Dave’s shaft. "Fuck, that’s it, Dave," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure. "Harder. Deeper. Make me feel every fucking inch." She reached down, tangling her fingers in Clara’s blonde hair, grinding the younger woman’s face harder against her. "And you, Clara… suck my clit like you mean it. Like your fucking life depends on it."

Dave obeyed, pistoning into the patent attorney with deep, measured strokes. The friction was exquisite, her velvet walls gripping him like a vice. He could feel Clara’s nose nudging his balls with each thrust, her desperate, wet sounds adding a filthy counterpoint to Sera’s commands. Sweat trickled down his temple, his muscles burning with the effort, still recovering from the rooftop marathon with Steph and Rachel. The shared suite Helen had assigned felt like both a reward and a trap, intensifying the demands. He belonged to the Abode now, a tool for their relentless hunger.

Sera’s moans escalated."Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Clara, your tongue… Dave, your cock… fuck me!" Her hips bucked wildly, forcing him deeper. Her grip on Clara’s hair tightened, pulling her face firmly into the cradle of her thighs. Clara whimpered, the sound muffled against Sera’s flesh, but her tongue never stopped its frantic flickering and sucking. Sera’s body tensed, a tremor running through her. "Don’t stop! Both of you! Don’t you fucking… OH!" Her climax hit, powerful and vocal. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically on Dave’s cock in seizing waves, milking him fiercely as she ground Clara’s face against her pulsing clit. Clara moaned loudly into Sera’s folds, her own body trembling with sympathetic arousal.

As the last shudders subsided, Sera’s breathing ragged, she didn’t release Clara. Instead, those dark, commanding eyes snapped back to Dave. Her smirk returned, sharp and predatory. "Now," she commanded, her voice raw but utterly in control. She gave Clara’s head a sharp push away from her glistening pussy. "Her."

Dave didn’t hesitate. He pulled his slick cock from Sera’s spasming depths with a wet schlick. Clara gasped as the sudden emptiness hit Sera, her face glistening with the older woman’s juices. Before Clara could even register Dave’s movement, he was on her. He grabbed her narrow hips, spun her roughly to face the couch, and slammed into her from behind in one brutal thrust.

"OH GOD!" Clara screamed, her body arching violently. Her tight cunt gripped him like a fist. She was incredibly wet, her arousal obvious from servicing Sera, but her smaller frame made the initial penetration a breathtaking stretch. Dave groaned, the tightness almost overwhelming after Sera’s accommodating heat. He grabbed her hips hard, holding her in place as he drove in again, burying himself completely, his balls slapping against her ass.

Sera watched, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She shifted on the couch, spreading her legs wide again. "Closer, Clara," she ordered, her voice a low purr. "Grind that desperate little pussy against mine."

Panting, her cheek pressed against the rich velvet of the couch, Clara obeyed. She pushed her hips back into Dave’s punishing thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke, while simultaneously wiggling forward, pressing her soaked, swollen slit firmly against Sera’s equally slick folds.

Dave gritted his teeth. The sensations were blinding. The incredible tightness of Clara’s pussy squeezing his cock on the downstroke. The wet, hot slide of her folds against Sera’s as she ground against the older woman. The lewd, squelching sounds filling the room. Clara’s choked whimpers. Sera’s low, approving hum.

"Fuck her, Dave," Sera murmured, reaching down to stroke Clara’s trembling back. "Fuck her hard. Make her scream. Feel how wet she gets grinding on me." Sera’s own fingers slid down, finding Clara’s clit and her own, rubbing them both together where their bodies met. "That’s it, darling. Grind harder. Feel my pussy against yours? Feel how fucking hot we are?"

Clara’s response was a high-pitched keen. "Yes! Oh God, Sera! Dave! Fuck! It’s… it’s too much! I’m… I’m gonna…!" Her words dissolved into incoherent cries as Sera’s expert fingers worked their clits simultaneously.

Dave felt Clara’s inner walls begin to flutter wildly around his thrusting cock. The pressure built in his own groin, a familiar, demanding ache that somehow never diminished, only transformed. He hammered into her, the rhythm frantic, desperate. The sight of the two women pressed together, Sera commanding, Clara submitting, their pussies glistening and grinding… it was incendiary.

"Come for us, Clara," Sera commanded, her voice thick with her own renewed arousal. "Scream for us. Show Dave what he does to you. Show him what grinding on my cunt does to you!"

Clara shattered. A raw, ragged scream tore from her throat as her orgasm detonated. Her pussy clamped down on Dave’s cock with crushing force, milking him, triggering his own release. With a guttural roar, he slammed into her one final time, holding deep as he erupted. Thick pulses of hot cum flooded her spasming channel as she continued to shudder and grind against Sera’s slick mound.

Sera gasped, her own body jerking. Watching Clara’s ecstatic convulsions, feeling the frantic grinding of the younger woman’s pussy against her own throbbing clit, sent her crashing over the edge again. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she came, her back arching off the velvet, her fingers digging into Clara’s skin.

They collapsed in a panting, trembling heap. Dave slumped forward, his weight pressing Clara down onto the edge of the couch, his softening cock slipping wetly from her. Clara lay gasping, her face still pressed to the velvet, her body trembling uncontrollably. Sera sat back, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her brow, her legs still splayed, watching them both with hooded, satisfied eyes. The air was thick with the smell of sex, perfume, and exhaustion.

Sera reached out, her fingers surprisingly gentle now as they traced the curve of Clara’s hip. "Good girl," she murmured, a faint smile touching her lips. Her gaze shifted to Dave, who was struggling to push himself up on trembling arms. "And you…" she said, her voice regaining its sharp edge. "Still functional, I see. Impressive. For a man pulled in so many directions." She ran a fingertip through the mix of fluids glistening on Clara’s exposed ass. "Helen’s little efficiency project seems to be paying dividends."

Dave just groaned, his body a dull ache of pleasure and fatigue. He looked down at Clara’s spent form, then up at Sera’s composed, predatory satisfaction. He was a vessel, emptied and waiting to be filled again. The velvet lounge, the scent of power and submission, the echo of their cries – it was intoxicating and terrifying. He was Helen’s instrument. Sera’s plaything. The Abode’s property.

Sera stood, adjusting her bra and buttoning her blouse with deliberate slowness. "Clean yourselves up," she stated, the command back in full force. "Clara, be a dear and fetch me a brandy from the decanter." She looked down at Dave, her eyes unreadable. "Catch your breath, journalist. You’ve earned… a momentary reprieve." She turned and walked towards the door, her heels silent on the thick rug. "The night," she called back without turning, "is still very young."

Dave stared at her retreating back, then down again at Clara, who was stirring weakly. The reprieve felt like the tightening of a spring. He closed his eyes, the image of Sera’s commanding smirk and Clara’s desperate submission burned onto the inside of his lids. He was drowning in velvet and flesh, and the only way out was through.

Dave slumped against the cool velvet backrest, the scent of sex heavy as wet velvet in the lounge. His muscles screamed, a dull throb radiating from his core, a stark counterpoint to the fading echoes of Clara’s frantic pleasure against his skin. Sera’s eyes, dark and assessing, swept over Clara’s trembling form and Dave’s exhausted posture. Her smile was less a curve of lips and more the baring of teeth. "Rest is for the weak, Dave. And I require more." She didn’t raise her voice; it cut through the humid air like a blade. "Elise? Join us. Now." Her command wasn't a request.

The door to the lounge, previously ajar, swung open silently. Elise, a lithe brunette Dave knew worked nights at the jazz club downtown, stepped in. Her eyes, wide with a mix of apprehension and undeniable arousal, darted between Sera and the tableau on the couch. She wore only a silk robe, loosely tied, which did little to conceal the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Sera gestured impatiently towards the deep space of rug before the couch. "Lose the robe. Positions. All of you. Hands and knees. Now."

Clara whimpered softly but pushed herself up, limbs shaking as she crawled off the couch onto the plush rug. Elise swallowed hard, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the sash. The robe pooled around her knees, revealing lean muscle and smooth skin. With visible effort, Clara lowered herself onto all fours, her back dipping into a deep arch, presenting her glistening, swollen folds and the tight pucker of her anus, still slick from Dave's earlier thrusts. Elise followed suit, mimicking the posture beside her, her own sex gleaming wet in the low chandelier light. Sera simply stood, observing, a queen surveying her subjects. "You know what to do, Dave," she stated, her voice devoid of warmth. "Make them sing for me. Each one. In turn. Don’t you dare finish until I allow it."

Dave pushed himself upright, the ache in his muscles intensifying. He looked at the three presented bodies: Clara, still rippling with aftershocks, Elise trembling with pent-up need, and Sera, watching him with predatory stillness. He stepped forward, the thick pile of the rug soft beneath his bare feet. He positioned himself behind Clara first. Her familiar scent, musk mixed with Sera's perfume and his own release, washed over him. He ran a hand over the curve of her ass, feeling her flinch. He didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips hard, he guided his cock, still slick and thick, to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, deliberately, savoring the tight, wet clench of her around him as she gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh fuck, Dave… again?" Clara moaned, burying her face in her forearms. Her voice was muffled, thick with residual pleasure and new strain. He didn’t answer, focusing on the rhythm. Short, deep thrusts at first, then longer, harder strokes that made her cry out, her body undulating against him. He watched himself disappear into her, the dark pink flesh stretching, glistening with their combined wetness. He focused on the pressure building within her, the tell-tale tightening around his shaft. Her moans escalated, becoming higher, more desperate. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Right there! Please!" Her body seized, clamping down with ferocious intensity as her orgasm tore through her, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. He held deep as she shuddered, milking every last spasm.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and collapsed onto the rug. The wet schlick echoed. He moved without pause to Elise. She flinched as his cockhead nudged her soaking slit. "Easy," he breathed, more to himself than her. She was tighter than Clara, less experienced with this demanding pace. He pressed forward, feeling her resistance give way with a low groan. "Fuck… so big," she whispered, her voice shaky. He started slow, shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to his girth. Her pussy was like hot, wet silk gripping him. He could feel her trembling, the muscles in her back taut. He picked up the pace, driving deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful stroke.

Elise cried out, a sound of pure, startled pleasure. "Oh! Oh god! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Her earlier nervousness evaporated, replaced by primal need. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm greedily. He gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her, the force driving her forward slightly with each thrust. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by her ragged moans. "Oh yes! Right there! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" He felt her inner muscles begin to flutter wildly, a frantic pulse around his cock. She came with a choked scream, her body convulsing violently, her pussy clenching and releasing in rapid spasms that threatened to pull his own climax from him. He gritted his teeth, holding back with immense effort, withdrawing just as the last tremor shook her.

He stood, panting, his cock jutting out, thick and glistening, demanding release. His balls ached, a heavy, insistent pressure. Sera finally moved. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on his straining erection. A slow, genuine smile spread across her face, one of pure predatory satisfaction. "Good," she murmured, the word low and approving. "Very good, Dave." She gracefully sank to her knees before him, her tailored skirt pooling around her. Without preamble, she took the full length of his cock into her mouth in one smooth, deep swallow.

Dave gasped, the sudden wet heat almost unbearable. Her throat muscles constricted around him, massaging his shaft with incredible pressure. She worked him with ruthless efficiency, her head bobbing, her tongue swirling around the head on each upstroke. She took him impossibly deep, her nose pressing into his pelvis, holding him there, her throat working relentlessly. The sensations overwhelmed him, obliterating thought. The ache in his muscles vanished, replaced by pure, molten need coiling in his groin. "Sera... fuck... I'm gonna—"

Her eyes, looking up at him, gleamed. She hummed deep in her throat, the vibration shooting straight to his core. She sucked harder, pulling back just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive ridge before plunging down again, taking him all the way. The coil snapped. With a guttural roar, Dave erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into Sera’s throat. She didn't pull away, didn't flinch. She swallowed convulsively, milking him with powerful sucks, her tongue lapping at his slit, drawing out every last pulse. He shuddered violently, his legs trembling, staring down at the sophisticated woman on her knees, expertly draining him. She held him in her mouth until the last tremor subsided, then slowly, deliberately, pulled back, her lips making a soft pop as they released his slick, softening cock. A thin strand of pearly white connected her lower lip to the tip for a second before breaking.

Sera looked up at him, licking her lips slowly, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her face. "Excellent stamina. Excellent control." Her gaze shifted to Clara and Elise, still prone on the rug, breathing heavily. "And excellent performances all around." She rose smoothly, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt. The smirk remained. "Helen will be pleased with tonight’s report. Rest, Dave. Recover. You'll need it." She turned, her heels clicking decisively on the polished wood floor beyond the rug as she walked towards the door, leaving Dave swaying on his feet, staring at the three spent women and the lingering scent of conquest and submission hanging thick in the air. The silence after her departure felt heavier than her presence.