Still cooling from our first hard fucking, Salue was ready to go again when she asked for my "services" again. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it just yet and could barely move, I was so content. Salue, it seemed, had hungrier appetites than I did, or at least could revive quicker than I could.
"Get up," she demanded. Those beautiful breasts bounced when she put her hands on her hips. She was on her knees, kneeling over my nearly dead body.
"Can't," I muttered into the pillow. She reached for me, but withdrew when a wicked smile grew across her freckled face.
"If you won't get up, I'll bring in Mizuki."
"As long as Mizuki isn't a big black man with a taste for white ass, I'm not getting up."
She stared at me for several seconds before throwing her head back, laughing hard. She bent over on the bed, clutching her belly and looking at me several times before bursting into laughter again. Finally, wiping the tears away from her eyes, she calmed.
"No, Mizuki is your other permanent girl."
"You're pretty accepting of this whole harem/girlfriend thing, aren't you?"
She huffed. "Why not? I get fucked all day long by a guy with a big cock, pay off college and can get my masters."
"Your masters?" I tried not to glow at the big cock comment. I really did.
"In psychology. I want to help people."
It appeared Salue was not only a nymphomaniac with a potty mouth, but she apparently had a good side.
"Anyway," she drawled. "If you won't fuck me now, I'm going to have fun with someone else."
"Have fun," I mumbled, rolling over.
She sniffed delicately and picked up the phone near the bed on the nightstand.
It seemed almost instant that someone knocked at the door and Salue was squealing with delight, leaping off the bed and answering it. I curiously looked up after rolling back on my back and was astounded by yet another example of the selection of women from the dirty old man. He really had good taste.
Mizuki was the polar opposite of Salue. Mizuki looked like a delicate Japanese doll, with long silky black hair, pale skin and dark eyes. Dressed in a white robe, she looked the image of innocence as long legs peeked out from her clothes, gliding elegantly across the room to the seat of the bed. She sat down and I could see the red of her full lips out of the corner of my eye. While she was no where nearly as busty as her sunny counterpart (I doubt anyone could be), her breasts were larger than most Asian women's and perky. I could feel my cock stirring with renewed interest at the idea of this beautiful exotic woman with Salue and with me. The mixture of hot passion with sweet innocence was intriguing.
"Good evening Phel," she murmured, her voice sweet and low.
"Ah, your name is Phel?" Salue asked, surprised.
I glared at her. "It's clear you don't ask for names."
She glared back, crossing her arms beneath her generous naked breasts. "I thought it was Astrophel."
"It is. But Astrophel sounds like some weird lube, so I go by Phel."
Mizuki chuckled and Salue smiled.
"Well," she began with an arrogant smile, looking meaningfully at Mizuki. "If you're too tired to fuck me again, I think Mizuki and I can think of things to do."
I raised a brow. "You're bi?"
"Who isn't?" she countered.
"A lot of people," I replied dryly.
She smiled and placed an arm around Mizuki's robe, lowering it so I could see a peek of her pink nipple, which was hard with arousal.
"Well, I am," she purred. Apparently, Mizuki had a taste for both sexes as well. Salue turned her around and began to lower her robe to her waist, kissing her chest with small pecks. Mizuki moaned softly, squirming on the bed.
I didn't dare move as I watched this new scene unfold. I had seen plenty of women making out and having sex - but that was on porn tapes, not in real life. In real life, I had seen maybe twice two girls kiss, and it was just a quick peck to cock tease a room full of drunk men. This was much better.
