FRIDAY
It was still raining early the next morning when Sam strolled back across the street, Vermin Crusher slung over his shoulder. It had taken more than two hours of constant effort to stretch Lily's little asshole enough where it would accept his cock; all the while she protested, begged and came as he fucked her grasping pussy from behind. While he took her doggystyle, he worked his fingers, her vibrator and anything else around her apartment Sam thought would help with the endeavor into her ass.
When he'd finally worked it enough for his cock to slide all the way, he'd plundered her ass for another 45 minutes. She'd cum so hard she'd screamed herself hoarse, until Sam filled her bowels with his cum. She was physically and mentally exhausted. Sam told her she could work from home today, but to write up her story as soon as she felt up to it. He let her keep his hoodie.
Despite getting only a few hours of sleep after an evening of strenuous mastery of Lily's three holes, Sam felt fresh as a daisy. He actually felt better than if he'd slept the night through. He felt revitalized.
Sam kicked open his door. He'd hadn't even locked it when he ran out last night, though it didn't seem like anyone had intruded. Everything was right where he left it, including a mostly full beer on the counter ... right next to his phone. He set down the baseball bat at the door, where it belonged, and walked right past the phone and into the bathroom. It had sat unattended all night, it could sit another 20 minutes while he showered.
He stripped himself down, turned the water up hot, and stepped into one of his favorite places on earth. As the hot water lashed at his skin and sluiced away an amazing cocktail of Lily's fluids, Sam let out a big sigh and let his mind wander.
'You're fucked.' The thought had come from a rapidly shrinking corner of his brain.
"I'm pretty sure I've been the doing the fucking," Sam said with a little grin.
'Cute, but while you've been letting your dick tug you around town, you've brought yourself to the brink of losing everything. You've lost Viv, for sure. She's definitely calling off the wedding. You're probably going to lose your job, too, as you've just used your youngest employee as a pleasure slave for several hours.'
Mental images of Lily writhing in ecstasy filled his brain, and somehow he had enough vim left in him that his manhood twitched and began to stir.
And then he heard a new thought, one from a much different corner in his mind.
'The four best sexual experiences in my life have happened in the last three days. I've actually just been promoted to the Investigative Team, right? I shouldn't ignore my new self-confidence: it seems like I am finally coming into your own, and cutting loose Viv is probably the best thing for me long term. I'm not a doormat. I'm a conqueror.'
Sam weighed that new interjection for a moment in his mind, and then realized he was stroking himself.
He liked that second line of thought much better.
***
Sam dressed and walked out to the kitchen. He dumped out the warm beer, and then took up his phone.
He had several texts waiting for them.
The most recent was a photo from Lily sent several hours ago; it was his cum leaking from her gaping asshole. She's written "Your Fucktoy" to accompany the picture. He grinned - she must have taken it and sent it while he was in her bathroom.
He also had texts from a newly-formed group text. The other two people in the group were Viv and Miranda. Sam's eyebrows shot up. He opened the test string and saw:
Viv: 'Greetings, Sam! First of all I'd like to thank you for sending Viv to my home; I had no idea you were engaged to an art buyer. She's got amazing talent and a very shrewd eye for business. I will certainly make use of her in the coming months.'
Miranda: 'Secondly, I owe you an apology. I told you your pictures with Miranda would remain out of the public eye. I had every intention of keeping that promise, but again, I had no idea that Viv was your fiancée. Most high-end buyers turn a blind eye to a client's eccentric tastes, and I would have expected the same. Certainly I would not have acquiesced to showing her my most recent photography in the dark room if I had known the trouble that would create.'
Viv: 'As I'm sure you can imagine, Viv was quite upset once she saw them and threw herself into some rather ... irrational ... behavior as a result. Given it was my fault she was in that state, I felt it was my duty as a friend and a gentleman to help her relax. She's made use of many of the amenities I have at my disposal here at my home and is currently sleeping.'
Miranda: 'Miranda's appearance last night was a surprise, and I have to admit didn't really help the situation at first. Viv has quite a mean streak and needed to be restrained to prevent outright violence. After that, I was able to make amends with Miranda in person for the slip up while Viv observed.'
Viv: 'Eventually, with my mediation, the ladies were able to come to an accommodation that was deemed fair for all parties. Viv's first thought was to kill you and Miranda with her bare hands, but that felt a bit extreme. Eventually the three of us found a more moderate and comfortable position for everyone involved, I think. Certainly a more sanguine one, anyway.'
Miranda: 'Anyway, I have the pleasure of having both women as guests of honor at tonight's party, and I insist that you join us. Dress code is relaxed but do come presentable. There will be a lot of important people taking part in tonight's festivities. You really won't want to miss it. It will be great fun.'
Viv: 'See you tonight, the party starts at Sundown. Cheers!'
Sam's hands were shaking so hard by the end of the texts dropped his phone on the counter trying just to put it down. He staggered back until he collided with the kitchen wall, and then slumped to the floor. His vision turned red, and he thought he would pass out.
"What have I done," he thought to himself.
'Exactly what you wanted,' Sam thought. 'And so have they. We've all chosen this path. All you can do is see what happens next.'
He took a few deep breaths, and his vision began to clear. He stood back up, walked over to the counter and read the texts again. Then he went to his bed, got in and fell right asleep.
***
Consciousness slowly flooded back into Sam's mind, and he opened his eyes. He looked at the ceiling for a few moments, and then rolled over to look at the alarm clock. It read 11 a.m. He was already late.
After another minute, he sat up in bed, and then went to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth, and ran a comb through his hair. He considered shaving, but he decided he kind of liked the rakish stubble on his face.
Back in his bedroom, he put on one of the ensembles he bought at the boutique the day before; black jeans and a slim-fitting blue cotton shirt that somehow made him look like an at least occasional gym user. It was definitely missing something.
With a shake of his head and a grin, he looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Outerwear."
Sam fished out the receipt from the store, and sure enough, there was Lauren's number. He called her from the car on his way there.
"I'm ready for phase two of my treatment, nurse," he said when she answered. "I'll be there in 10 minutes."
"I told you never to come here again, you asshole," she said. "I will call the police; you'll ruin my business if let you back in here. I've thought of nothing else since you left yesterday."
