Dillon's Harem

"My balls are hardly unattended," I thought to myself, as I looked down at the brunette sucking on my balls at that very moment.

"Huah?" the petite 18-year-old intoned.

"Oh did I say that out- nevermind. What I meant to say was, damn that feels so good! Hum again, please."

Acadia smiled proudly around my balls and then furrowed her eyebrows as she hummed. She was on her knees in my office, her sundress off her shoulders and pushed down around her waist. Her bralette had been discarded somewhere and I was seeing her perky 30A tits for the first time. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail soon after entering my office.

Cady dragged her plump lips up my shaft and took my head into her warm mouth. She held my cock like a doctor's tongue depressor and let a buildup of her saliva run down the stiff organ. One hand came up to twist and pump the base of my shaft while her other hand fondled my balls. Cady bobbed her head up and down, working the top half of my cock enthusiastically.

"Cady," I groaned her name. "You're so hot, and this feels amazing."

She stopped sucking for a moment, but kept jerking me off. "Thank you! And thanks for letting me practice with you. When I do something - anything - I always wanna do it better next time. I want to make Ava proud!"

Suddenly, my office door opened and Ava herself walked in.

"Oh- oh! Is that Cady down there?" I nodded as Cady continued sucking my cock, undisturbed by our surprise intruder. "I'm surprised! You seemed kinda timid during the workshop, but I'm so glad you're using what you learned! I love the initiative, I love the technique, and most of all, I love your tiny tits! They're so cute and perky! They look very suckable!" Cady complimented our intern. "Look up at him with your gorgeous viridian eyes."

"Did you need something?" I asked my work wife.

"Oh, right! I'm just here to take everyone's lunch order. The company's ordering some catering today. Cady, are you gonna want a sandwich, or will Dillon's cum be enough?" she asked impishly.

Cady laughed, and we both selected our lunches.

"By the way Dillon, I may need to brainstorm with you later." Ava and Cady both continued on with their respective tasks: Cady not caring that she had an audience for her blowjob, and Ava not caring that this girl was giving me a blowjob right in front of her. "My apartment totally flooded. Apparently, it's gonna take months to repair and clean up, and I just don't know what to do. The landlord is offering a few options, including breaking the lease, but he's open to other ideas because that still doesn't give me any place to live..."

I closed my eyes, tipped my head back, and groaned.

Ava giggled. "Ok, we can talk about this later when you're able to concentrate better. Cady, you're doing great, sweetie!" Ava sighed happily. "I just love feeling connected to people, being part of something, seeing people cum together. This is my favorite place I've ever worked! The culture is so great here." Ava turned to leave my office. "Oh, by the way, you two might wanna hurry up. We have a meeting in a few minutes. And, it's client-facing, so make sure Cady swallows."

***

My phone buzzing on the table next to me pulled me back to the present. The client had been droning on for I'm not sure how long, and my mind inevitably wandered. I looked over at Cady, who had cleaned up easily - Ava had been right about keeping my cum contained this time. My phone buzzed again, so I pocketed it to muffle the noise.

I was sitting on one side of the table, between Ava and Camila, one of our junior salespeople. The client and her assistants were all on the other side of the table, where they couldn't see my laptop screen. I decided to multitask and opened the text message app on my computer that synced with my phone.

I had unread messages in a group chat with Kelsey and Zoey, my ex's close friends. Ava, equally as bored in this meeting, kept glancing over at my screen, as I clicked on the text thread.

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: Hi Dillon! Are you at work?

Zoey Hannah-Friend: Of course he's at work. It's 10:30 on a Monday.

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: Shut up, you beautiful bitch.

Me: Yes, I'm at work, but I'm in a meeting. What's up?

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: We were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us tonight?

I was surprised. I had been getting friendly - more than friendly - with Zoey and Kelsey recently, but I didn't think they'd necessarily want to invite me over for anything. I thought back to my recent rendezvous with Kelsey in the woods, which I had thought was a one-time thing. Zoey and I got along well, but she was a lesbian and wholly uninterested in me sexually. It was, though, probably time to update their contacts in my phone to their actual last names - we were at least that close.

Me: Sure, what's on the agenda?

Zoey Hannah-Friend: Oh, you know, pizza, popcorn, a movie...

Kelsey then sent a photo, which blew up much bigger on my screen than I would've liked at work. It was zoomed in close enough that it wasn't obvious who was in the photo, but I could tell by context clues. Just inside the bottom of the frame, I could see Kelsey's landing strip. Above that was the black holster of a strap-on, with a cerulean prosthetic dick taking up most of the photo. Peeking down from the top of the frame was Zoey's chocolate-brown mouth, her violet lips wrapped around the strap-on.

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: I told Zoey you wanted to watch next time.

Mila gasped next to me, and I noticed her straighten up and put all her fingers very precisely on the home row of keys.

Me: Excuse me, I recall that being your suggestion

Me: And yes, I would.

My Slack pinged with a notification of an entirely different group conversation, of me, Ava, and Mila. Any hope of paying attention in this meeting was long gone now.

Ava Justicia (Hammond, Inc): They seem nice!

Dillon Thomas (Hammond, Inc): Sorry, I didn't know that's what they were sending me.

Camila Orgullo (Hammond, Inc): Lo siento! I didn't mean to see! I should keep mis ojos on my own screen.

Ava Justicia (Hammond, Inc): Oh, don't worry, Mila! Dillon's not embarrassed, right?

Dillon Thomas (Hammond, Inc): Umm, right

Ava Justicia (Hammond, Inc): Are you gonna send a photo back? Mila would probably be happy to recreate that exact same pose with you...

Camila Orgullo (Hammond, Inc): Ohhhh, no sé, I don't think I could do a photo like that... pues, maybe if it were that zoomed in and you couldn't tell it was me...

Dillon Thomas (Hammond, Inc): I'm not sending a photo back

Ava Justicia (Hammond, Inc): Really? I think you're supposed to! It was very nice of them to send you a photo, and now you're supposed to send one back.

I mentally shook my head at my perpetually cheerful friend. Only she could see a nude pop up on my work computer and call it a nice thing to do.

I clicked back over to the text thread.

Zoey Hannah-Friend: So, tonight then?

Zoey Hannah-Friend: Kelsey really wants to see you...

Zoey Hannah-Friend: And for you to see her ;)

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: Ugh, says the hot exhibitionist

Me: Sounds great. I'll come by after work

Me: What movie are we watching?

Zoey Hannah-Friend: There's a few good things that just started streaming

Kelsey Hannah-Friend: Orrr, maybe we see what movies are streaming in the locked folders on each of our phones...

Ava Justicia (Hammond, Inc): I love watching movies! They don't happen to need a roommate do they?

Camila Orgullo (Hammond, Inc): Ay! I think the meeting is ending!

I looked up from my computer and saw that our client was standing to shake my hand. I hurriedly stood too. Once we had worked through various professional platitudes about continued partnership, the clients left the meeting room, Cady escorting them back to the lobby. I turned back to my computer.

Me: Okay, see you about 7:00

***

At the prescribed time, I knocked on the door with a couple bottles of wine in hand. I was still wearing my suit from the day, but I had left my jacket and tie in the car.

Zoey opened the door, completely nude. She clearly didn't mind being exposed to anyone walking by, so I took the opportunity to look her over myself. She was relatively short and she had the smallest boobs of any of my ex's friends, but they were perky and had such nice, dark brown nipples. She was completely shaved, so even from this angle, I could partially see the glint of her clit piercing. This wasn't the first time this lesbian had greeted me this way.

"Call me tomorrow when you get back from your old roommate's place and tell me all about it!" she was saying into her phone. She smiled at me in greeting, then turned and led me back into her apartment.

I trailed just a few seconds behind so I could admire her ass too.

"Ok, Hannah, love you, have a good time, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Zoey finished up her call.

Hearing her name made me think about my ex for the first time in a few days. It was funny. I still missed her, but the way I missed her had evolved. Sex with Hannah was great, but hard to miss now that all these beautiful women had recently decided to have sex with me. Missing her romantically had faded surprisingly quickly. Mostly, I missed her as a friend. I was envious of Zoey because I wanted Hannah to call ME and catch me up about her visit to-

"Um, could you stop ogling my roommate?" Kelsey teased.

My eyes refocused and I realized they were pointed right at Zoey's body. "I wasn't- I was just lost in thought."

"I don't mind," Zoey said. "Think about this body all you want. Just know that thinking about it is all you're ever gonna be able to do."

"Do you have to tease the poor boy like that?" Kelsey asked, which was a bit rich, given how she was dressed. She wore yoga pants that only reached halfway down her shins, and a loose, sleeveless shirt - the kind where the armhole gapes almost to the waist. When she turned to the side, you could see an obscene amount of side boob with her braless 36Ds.

"Um, yes, I think I do. Especially when he comes over here dressed like the Talented Mr. Ripley," Zoey pointed out.

"If you ever wanna see just how talented I am..." I intoned with a grin.

Zoey rolled her eyes at me and pointed me toward the couch. "I picked a couple movies I think we'll all enjoy. They're campy, but they have their charm."

I settled onto the middle of the girls' couch, and they each plopped down on either side of me. The nude Zoey folded her legs under herself and leaned against me. Kelsey lay back on the armrest, her feet on my lap, and her head turned 90 degrees toward the TV.

Zoey clicked play, and the first movie she had queued began. It was a romcom titled "Pick Your Bean." I vaguely remembered hearing about it - I think it came out in the last couple of years, but I hadn't seen it. The camera panned down from a clear blue sky and onto a coffee shop called Beantopia, just as Freya Allen's character walked in for her shift.

"The entire movie takes place in this coffee shop," Zoey informed us. "It was kinda low budget. I read that they filmed on location, in a coffee shop that had recently gone out of business. They just rented the building for a month between tenants."

"Shhh!" Kelsey chastised. "Can't you see we're trying to watch a movie here?"

Zoey tossed a small pillow at her roommate.

We settled in to watch the movie. Zoey had made popcorn and I had brought wine. I tried to get up to grab a few glasses from their kitchen, but Kelsey kept her feet firmly in my lap and insisted we could just take turns swigging from the bottle.

To my surprise and delight, rather early in the movie, Freya Allen's character and Sarah Catherine Hook's characters got themselves into a situation where they were both bottomless at work. The scene played for comedic effect, but we got a nice shot from behind of their bare butts. Freya's was particularly nice - I don't think I'd ever seen it before in other productions she'd been in.

"I saw an interview where Sarah said she and Freya insisted on NOT using body-doubles. That's really their asses there!" Zoey whispered.

"I see why you chose this movie then," I whispered back.

The movie only got better from there. We actually got to see Freya Allen's bare breasts front and center on camera, and Sarah Catherine Hook gave the male lead a surprisingly realistic blowjob. It was shot from an angle where you couldn't really see, of course, but Sarah made it look believable. I was getting increasingly turned on, especially when Kelsey started massaging my cock through my pants with the soles of her feet.

By the time Freya Allen's character was having passionate sex (with the same male lead), Zoey and Kelsey were both not so subtly touching themselves. Zoey stopped for a minute to wordlessly reach over, unzip my pants, and fish out my cock. The feel of my lesbian friend's hand on my cock for the first time made me shiver, but she quickly resumed touching herself and left my hard-on in Kelsey's capable feet.

The sexiness was broken briefly by some campy dialogue, culminating in Sarah's character delivering the ultimatum: "Pick your bean!" We just had to laugh at the ridiculous tie-in to the movie theme, when the two girls confronted their shared love interest. The movie quickly got back on track though, as Freya and Sarah settled for each other instead, and began making out in the coffee shop after hours.

When the movie was finally over, we gave our critiques to Zoey.

"That was so dumb that it was actually kinda good," I judged.

"Yeah, I laughed, I cried, I masturbated. Not a bad choice," Kelsey agreed.

"Want another fun fact? I read rumors online that Freya Allen and Sarah Catherine Hook went a lot further with each other in that climactic scene, but the director cut it out," Zoey claimed.

"Boo to the director!" Kelsey cried.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing an extended cut of that. Especially if you were right about them not using body-doubles," I said.

"Well, then I have good news about our second movie of the night," Zoey said. "Open that second bottle of wine, and I'll get it queued up."

A few short minutes later, we watched as the camera panned down from a clear blue sky to a coffee shop. The title appeared on the screen: "Flick Your Bean."

We both looked at Zoey in surprise and confusion. "Is this... is this some sort of sequel?" I asked. "I don't remember hearing about them making one - I'm kinda surprised they would."

"Not a sequel," Zoey corrected. "An actual porn parody!"

My jaw dropped a little further and I looked back toward the TV, in time to see Elsa Jean's character walk in for her shift.

"I think it's gonna be a really faithful parody," Zoey guessed. "The coffee shop was still vacant after the movie wrapped filming, so the porn studio rented it for another couple weeks..."

Kelsey wasted no time in shucking her yoga pants, leaving herself in her long shirt and her thong, quickly pulled to the side. She allowed me to shift around and remove my pants and my button up, so my hard cock would be more accessible through the flap of my boxers. By the time Elsa and Riley were doing their version of the pantsless-at-work scene, all three of us were fully masturbating together. Zoey had pulled one of her legs out from under herself and flipped it up 90 degrees away from the other one still tucked under herself, so she could finger her pussy more easily. Kelsey had moved the foot of her tattooed leg to the floor and her left foot to the couch next to me, so I had a wide open view of her pussy as she played with her clit.

After the warm up of the first R-rated movie, none of us were expecting to last long. I was proud of myself for being the last to cum, but not by much. I asked where the girls wanted me to cum, given that they probably didn't want me spraying my seed all over their furniture or carpet. To my surprise, Zoey volunteered to let me cum on her tits. She got on her knees in front of me, as Kelsey reached over to finish jerking me off. With a few hard grunts, I painted a few thick ropes of cum all across Zoey's relatively flat chest. Then, with a deep sigh, I fell back into the couch.

The girls weren't done yet though. Disregarding me, Zoey scooped my sticky white spending off her black, 34A boobs, and wiped it across her cheeks like war paint. She pulled her roommate to the floor on her back, and then dove between her legs to eat her out. It wasn't the first time I'd seen Zoey lick Kelsey's pussy, but can you ever get tired of a show like that? With the porn parody playing on the big TV and the live girl-girl show in front of me, my cock had plenty of stimulation to bring it back to full attention. Zoey's expertise quickly brought the gorgeous brunette to her second orgasm of the evening.

With a deep breath, Kelsey opened her eyes and turned her face toward me. Her beautiful hazel eyes actually drew mine away from her pussy and her sexy roommate. Seeing me stroking my erection, Kelsey leapt to her feet, took me and Zoey each by the hand, and led us hurriedly to her bedroom.

Zoey and I looked at each other with half-smiles, while Kelsey dug around under her bed. In great anticipation of what was coming, I stripped off the rest of my clothes, making me as naked as Zoey. Kelsey was on her hands and knees, bending her back down to reach further under the bed, displaying her firm ass and thong-covered pussy to us. Finally, Kelsey emerged with the strap-on I recognized from the photo.

"Ready to watch?" Kelsey asked, as she stood, pushed her thong to the floor, and stepped into the harness.

I nodded, with my eyebrows raised.

Kelsey stood shoulder to shoulder next to me, her cerulean appendage protruding out impressively. I don't know why a lesbian would enjoy sucking something phallic. I don't know why an ostensibly straight woman would enjoy playing such sexual games with her roommate. I don't know why two women would enjoy a blowjob of an inanimate object, given that neither is receiving any physical stimulation. What I do know is that it was incredibly hot to see the lithe ebony woman get on her knees and wrap her lips around her busty friend's temporary cock. I looked over at Kelsey, and I could tell she was as turned on by the situation as I was. I looked back down at Zoey. In our current positions, I could easily imagine what it would be like to have her lips wrapped around my cock instead. Short of that, Kelsey reached toward me and stroked my cock for me. This was a fine consolation prize, as Kelsey gave the best hand jobs of any woman I knew.

After a few minutes of watching Zoey simulate something none of us would ever get to experience for real, Kelsey indicated it was time for something else. Kelsey crossed her arms to take off her shirt, baring her magnificent tits to us, then laid on her bed on her back, with her head hanging off the side. Her fake cock pointed proudly toward the sky. Zoey promptly climbed up and straddled her friend.

"It's so lucky for all of us that I can cum from penetration," Zoey said, as she penetrated herself with her roommate's strap-on.

"It's especially lucky for Dillon," Kelsey said suggestively. "Because this leaves my mouth free."

I understood where I was being called. I walked closer to the bed and prepared myself to enter Kelsey's gaping mouth. I eased myself in, languishing in the warm, wet, soft feel of my ex's friend's mouth. Just as the head of my cock crossed her lips, Kelsey put a hand on my pelvis and held me there, barely inside her. She held out her other hand, which Zoey spit a thick load of saliva into. Then, Kelsey used that hand to stroke the length of my shaft quickly, while the tip pointed deeper into her mouth, yearning for more, but ecstatic with what it had. Zoey began grinding up and down on Kelsey's strap-on, and I was once again torn about where to look: at Zoey's face, Zoey's little tits, Zoey's pussy swallowing the strap-on, or Kelsey's mouth swallowing my cock.