Life in the Oasis

Author's Note

This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read

Part 1

and

Part 2

, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to completely understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply continue from here. If you like what you read here, there's plenty more in the previous two books!

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, and I do my best to ensure that the tags are correct and comprehensive for each chapter. These stories touch on a variety of sexual subjects, like male and female bisexuality, gay sex, lots of interracial sex, some incest, oodles of group sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, all set in a near future universe where sex is far more open than in our world. You'll find a lot of the standard tropes turned on their head here, so don't be surprised to have your assumptions challenged!

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Sunday Evening, May 30, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

Jason Noir and Chance Carter were two of the more famous sex workers who called the Elysium home. Jason had spent close to a decade as one of the top interracial stars in porn before retiring to join the Elysium staff. Chance had started his own porn career just a few months ago, just as Jason came out of retirement to headline Nyla Sinclair's new website. The pair anchored Elysium Productions' interracial line of films, and each had won awards at the most recent AAFI ceremony.

"You know what she wants, right?" Chance said as he ran his fingers through his hair, which was dark, curly and cut in a fade on the sides, thicker on the top of his head. He looked left and right in the mirror and decided he didn't need a shave.

"Yeah, I know what she wants. She wants Jack, yo," Jason said, laughing. He was standing at the basin next to Chance, as they both got ready in the Elysium Productions green room, two floors above The Fields Spa. The green room used to be Emily Fisher's boudoir, where she'd entertained Chance, Jason, and so many of the Elysium's Black sex workers over the years. The room had been requisitioned and then converted back in April, after Nyla convinced Emily that the success of their porn site meant they needed additional space to film and prep on the Elysium's fifth floor.

Emily hadn't liked the idea -- she'd had that space since she'd joined the Sinclair Group two years ago -- but she knew Nyla wouldn't have asked if it wasn't necessary. Emily now used vacant suites throughout the hotel when she needed to blow off steam.

"She can't have Jack, though," Chance said, looking over at Jason, his mentor. It was an open secret that Emily Fisher wanted to fuck her son, Jack. Jason and Chance had been present on more than one occasion where she'd made that fact readily apparent. The sex workers in the Elysium were so inured to just about every kink under the sun that nobody thought anything of it.

"No, she can't," he said, sighing. "So, she'll settle for as much black cock as we can give her," he said, reaching down, grabbing his dick and shaking it at Chance.

Chance laughed. The two were naked. They had just gotten out of the shower and were getting primped before their appearance at Emily's bachelorette party.

"You know, we should do something to make this special for her," Chance said. He'd always had a soft spot for Mrs. F, as they called her. She was one of the first white women he'd fucked at the Elysium, after he'd been discovered by Solomon Sinclair. Chance had been one of the top draws on the Onyxed dating app that connected black men with women and couples who wanted to indulge all their interracial fantasies. Sol had hired him to be one of the first sex workers in the Elysium when the hotel had ramped up operations a few years ago, and Chance had been with him ever since. "Mrs. F has always been good to us," he added unnecessarily. Jason knew she had been. He was her favorite, after all.

"What do you think we should do, besides give her the fucking of her life?" Jason asked, rubbing a hand over his face. He was broad and thick around the chest, with chiseled abs, covered from neck to groin in various tattoos, including the coveted Sinclair Group 'S' that symbolized he'd worked for the company for over a year. Chance was just as built, his cock slightly smaller, but his body was largely tattoo-free, except for his own 'S' in the same spot as Jason's. Chance didn't like needles, but the Sinclair tattoo was a status symbol in Las Vegas, the equivalent of a Rolex on a high roller or a Hermes handbag carried by one of their wives, and he'd taken a few weed gummies and gotten it done.

"Well, how many Bulls we got in the stable this weekend?" Chance asked. Jason and Chance were the unofficial leaders of the coterie of Black male sex workers at the Elysium, which had been nicknamed the 'Stable of Bulls' by the Elysium crew. The Elysium had nearly eighty sex workers on staff, many of whom lived right there in the hotel on the 5th floor, and nearly a quarter of them were Black men. The Elysium was a major draw for the cuck fantasy crowd, and Jason and Chance were in particular demand, especially after Elysium Productions burst on the scene six months ago and took the porn world by storm.

The idea that men and women could, for a fee, easily set up trysts where they'd get to fuck genuine porn stars had been part of the genius of Nyla's production company. Almost all of their stars, with a handful of notable exceptions -- like Jack Fisher -- were sex workers at the Elysium. Part of the business plan Nyla had developed included using Elysium Productions as free publicity for the hotel, and now potentially the Emerald Club, which was joining the Sinclair Group family.

So, not only could people watch their favorite stars, both male and female, fuck on The Coliseum website, if they had the money and could get into the Elysium Club, they could fuck their favorite stars, too.

"I think maybe a dozen of them are here," Jason said. "I'd have to check the roster. Why? What you thinkin'? Misaki said we only need three other dudes for the party," he told him.

"Why give Mrs. F five when we can give her a dozen? Wouldn't that be a more memorable party? And what about the other girls?"

Jason scoffed. "Chance, you know if we bring twelve homies, Mrs. F will claim them all. But you know what?" Jason cocked his head, thinking. "I like the way you think. She deserves a special night, and I like the idea of surprising her. Hell, even she ain't done no twelve dudes at the same time. Lemme go round up the crew," he said, pulling on the black t-shirt and black booty shorts that made up the unofficial uniform of the Elysium's Stable.

Jason was back in ten minutes with three other members of the Stable, all of whom had been ready to go, as Misaki had warned them earlier that they'd been requested for Emily's bachelorette party.

"Just three?" Chance said, looking at the other three men. "I thought you said there was a dozen here?"

"Chill, bro," Jason said, laughing. "There's another seven coming -- they just weren't immediately ready. I got'em all up to speed and theys getting cleaned up and dressed. I figure we go down there, show Mrs. F what she's expecting to see, and then we bring the rest of the crew in and watch her react," he told Chance. "Fuck, I wish we had a camera. Damn."

"Naw, dawg," Chance told him. "Mrs. F don't want to be in no movies, and she's already had enough problems with the press from them home ones. You remember that shit with Jack after last Christmas? Let's just give her the best gangbang she's ever had, without complicatin' shit."

"Word," Jason said, looking at the other three guys. "You dudes ready to party?"

The other three men smiled and nodded, flexing and rolling their shoulders, like they were getting ready to go three rounds in the octagon.

No sooner had the words left Jason's mouth than the door to the green room opened, and Misaki Oh stepped in. She wore a white cotton Elysium robe, and her dark black hair was done up in a bun with a Tama Kanzashi to pin it up behind her head.

"Gentlemen, are you ready to be escorted down to The Fields? We are running a little late because of Jason's idea to bring in your additional colleagues," Misaki said, her voice soft and tinkling, just a hint of a Japanese accent touching her perfect English. Jason and Chance had both been with Misaki in films for Elysium Productions and both men counted themselves amongst the lucky that not only did they get to fuck Misaki, they got paid for the privilege. A few hours with her would set the average person back five figures, they knew.

And nobody had ever questioned a penny of her fee.

The five men followed Misaki down the 5th-floor corridor from the green room, into the elevators, and down to The Fields. Misaki led them through the side entrance and then along the long hallway that the staff used to move between the various rooms within the baths.

Misaki opened the door to the tepidarium and led Jason, Chance, and the other three men in. Jason smirked as he saw that Mrs. F had already gotten the party started and was making out with one of Jack's girlfriends, the blonde one whose name Jason could never remember. The other women he knew -- Avery, Nyla, and Lucy.

Jason could feel a stirring in his groin as he noticed that all of the women were nude. Lucy, in particular, he was fond of. He'd always had a thing for redheads, and not only was her hair gorgeous, she was built like a brick shithouse, as his momma used to say. He hoped there'd be a chance for him to play with some of these other women, but he knew Mrs. F tended to monopolize all the black cock in the room.

In the end, it didn't matter to him -- he was going to get laid, and he'd get paid for his time regardless. There were times he loved his job, and this was one of them. He'd fuck Mrs. F for free -- she was hot, she was enthusiastic, and she knew what she was doing -- at least, she did now. He had to admit that the first time they'd fucked, years ago, he had to use all of his professional skills to get through it. She was out of practice, had practically just laid there, and she looked nothing like she did now. Jason always liked his women, especially his white women, to look trashy, and Mrs. F had taken trash and raised it to fine art.

"Mrs. Fisher, my apologies for being late. I needed to ensure the men were properly attired and prepared for your party," Misaki said. Jason smirked again, knowing there was a better reason why they were late, although she wasn't lying -- the other seven guys needed to get dressed and ready.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Misaki," he heard Mrs. F respond. "Get down here and join the ladies."

Mrs. F climbed out of the pool, naked as a jaybird, and walked over towards Jason and the rest of the Bulls. He smiled broadly at her, as her massive tits swayed seductively, the gold rings of her nipple piercings winking in the light from the sconces around the pool, water dripping from them. He could see the glitter between her legs, where her clit piercing caught the light. He licked his lips and could feel himself getting hard. He nudged his crotch to loosen things up and waited for her to reach him.

"Emily, there are five men and six of us," said Jack's blonde girlfriend. "Who's going to be the odd woman out?"

Mrs. F gave an emphatic "Ha!" and turned around to look at her. "Eva--"

That

was her name, Jason remembered. Eva. He repeated it a few times in his head so he wouldn't forget it. "...Sweetie, these five are all for me! The rest of you bitches need to get your own."

Jason looked over at Chance and the rest of the Bulls, and Chance looked back at him. Jason gave Chance his best "I-told-you-so" look, and Chance shrugged. He hadn't really argued when Jason told him Mrs. F wanted as much black cock as she could get. It wasn't exactly a secret. She was by far the biggest non-pornstar snowbunny in Las Vegas. Cassidy Cane would probably win the overall prize, but she did it for cash. Mrs. F did it for fun.

"Looks like this party is just getting started," Lucy said, and Jason turned his smile to her.

"Get out those clothes, boyos," Jason said to the other men. "Mrs. F look like she needs some cock," he told them.

"You're damn right I do," Emily said, stepping up to him. She tugged down his shorts, and within two shakes of a lamb's tail, was on her knees, her hand wrapped around the base of Jason's cock, and her mouth opening to take it in.

Jason looked over at four women in the pool. Avery and Eva had their arms around each other and were watching, Eva open-mouthed, as Emily began to blow Jason, trying her best to get his cock hard as quickly as possible. Nyla and Lucy sat holding hands, and he saw Nyla lick her lips.

Misaki had ignored Emily's suggestion that she get with the other girls and had taken advantage of everyone's attention being on Jason, Chance, and the other three men to slip out the side door. Jason knew she was going to get the other seven guys that would make it an even dozen for Mrs. F and hopefully give her a bachelorette party she'd never forget.

The tepidarium was essentially a large indoor pool, but the room itself was bigger than just the pool. There was enough space for chairs and tables, and it was often treated like a gathering place in The Fields, where men and women could frolic together. The walls were covered with erotic mosaics, and the light was just dark enough to be mysterious but light enough to allow everyone to see what was going on. The pool itself was lit internally, and the ripples in the water reflecting off the mosaic scenes made the whole room feel like it was perpetually in motion, the figures coupling furiously on the walls, in a variety of combinations and poses.

One of Emily's favorite mosaics on the wall was of a tiny white figure surrounded by larger black figures, presaging a gangbang. And here, in front of her, she was going to get to recreate that part of the mosaic for her bachelorette party. Sol had told her what he, Jack, and the boys had gotten up to the night before, and she knew she was about to have at least as good a time as they did. As her head bobbed up and down on Jason's cock, she gestured for the other men to surround her, which they did.

One of the features of the tepidarium was a handful of cabanas that could be rented out. These were similar to the cabanas in the outdoor pool area, where Emily and Jack had gotten caught by reporters working for Avery so many months ago. These cabanas were different -- they weren't there for the privacy of the people using them, they were more a place to be able to relax, watch the goings-on in the pool, and have a comfortable place to fuck. It was expected that if you were using a cabana in The Fields, you were expecting an audience.

At some point, Emily thought, she would need to move the action over to one of the circular beds in the cabanas. But before she did that, she wanted to get a taste of each of the men. Since it was her party, after all, she could do what she wanted.

"Is she going to fuck them all?" Eva asked Avery quietly, as the five Black men surrounded Jack's mother, their dicks out as they began stroking them to get them fully erect.

"Yep," Avery said, unwilling or unable to tear her eyes from what was happening in front of her.

"Oh, wow," Eva said. "Are we going to watch the whole thing?"

"Yep," Avery replied, again, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Do you want me to play with your pussy while you watch?" Eva asked her, looking over at Avery.

"Yep," Avery said, one more time. Eva smiled, but Avery's gaze was immovable.

Eva slid in behind Avery so that Avery could sit on her lap. Avery spread her legs and felt Eva's gentle fingers probing at the entrance to her pussy, slipping a finger in, her other hand gently, oh-so-gently, massaging her clit. It felt wonderful and Avery leaned back into Eva, as Emily began to take each of the five black cocks into her mouth in turn.

Jason looked over at Chance, who grinned back at him. Mrs. F was in heaven, surrounded by big black cock. She had switched partners and now was blowing one of the newer members of the Stable, while she stroked Jason and Chance's cocks with her free hands. She worked her way slowly around the circle of five men, slobbering on each of their rods, rotating who she blew and who she was jacking off.

"Slap my face with your cocks, boys," Emily purred, as she took Chance in her mouth. The two men who were the odd-men-out and didn't have Emily's hands or mouth on their members stepped forward and began to slap the heads of their penises against her face. She grinned as they did it, increasing the speed and the depth to which she was taking Chance's dick in her mouth.

Emily was an expert fellatio artist, but Chance was just a little too large for her to deepthroat, as was Jason. One of the newer guys, however, had a slightly smaller cock than the other four, and Emily took it as a challenge to get him completely down her throat. She turned to him, dropped the other cocks, and focused her attention on him.

She hadn't yet had the pleasure of fucking the new guy, a tall, skinny, youth of barely twenty with light chocolate skin and dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulders in a wide spray that reminded Emily of a willow tree that had stood in her backyard when she younger.

"What's your name?" She asked of the new Bull, looking up at him with her big eyes, withdrawing his cock from her mouth to do so.

"Antoine," he said. "I've only been here two weeks, Mrs. Fisher," he told her.

"Well, thanks for being a part of my party, Antoine," she cooed. Then she slid her mouth onto his cock, taking it in inch by inch until her nose was nestled into the soft patch of pubes he had above the base of his penis. She held the pose for a few seconds, and then pulled off him, her breath exploding out of her in a laugh.

"I knew I could do it!" She said triumphantly. "Antoine, your cock is the perfect size for my throat!"

Antoine grinned at her, but didn't have time to reply before Emily's mouth was back on his cock. She waved the others back over to her, and soon she had another pair of cocks in her hands, while she worked Antoine's dick in her throat.

"Damn, Nyla," Lucy said, watching the display. "I had no idea Em could do that," she said, mouth hanging open.

"Girl, you ain't seen nothing yet," Nyla said, squeezing Lucy and giving her a peck on the cheek. "My girl is the biggest slut in Las Vegas. She can take all that dick and more. A lot more," Nyla said, laughing.

At that moment, one of the staff doors to the tepidarium opened, and Misaki reentered, followed by another group of Black men, all dressed in the same black t-shirts and black booty shorts that the previous five had been wearing before they'd stripped down to begin Emily's party.

"Holy shit," Avery breathed, as the additional men stepped into the room. "A dozen? She's going to fuck a dozen men?"

Nyla's eyes went just as wide as Avery's. She'd just said Emily could take a lot more dick, and suddenly, like a wish fulfilled by a genie, a lot more dick had arrived.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Fisher. These men were requested for your party by Jason. I have brought them to you at his request."

Emily dropped the two cocks in her hands and withdrew Antoine's penis from her throat. She stood up and turned to where Misaki was standing and looked at her with glee.