A loss

The team lost. Damien figured they would. Ever since he had quit the team the defense had gone to shit. Damien has been arguably the best cornerback the team had ever had.

The girls were already in place at Jason’s house, he had escorted them there personally. He had told them that most likely the team would lose and that they would probably pay the price, or rather, their pussies and assholes would. Damien has a feeling that they would be sore tomorrow.

Damien had two of his men monitoring the gang bang from outside the house, they were using windows to spy on the event and intervene only if the girls were unmasked. They updated him once an hour.

Five hours later that evening, around 4am, Damien was contacted by one of his men stating that the girls were on their way back and that there were no incidents. The watchers were driving them back as they spoke.

When they walked through the door, Damien was certain they’d been through hell. They had tried to wipe most of the cum off of themselves, but most had been missed. Their hair was plastered with it, their faces were still somewhat glazed like a donut, and even their ears had fun drying on the the ear lobes.

“I need a shower,” Claudia had been the first to speak. She sounded hoarse. A Rough throat fucking Damien guessed.

“I need my medicine.” Jennifer Walked towards Damien and got on her knees, her hands fishing out his cock quickly.

“No payment necessary Jennifer. You earned your hit.” Damien held out a syringe fills with heroin.

Jennifer grabbed the syringe and retreated, leaving Damien’s cock still hanging out of his pants. Quickly, she prepped her arm and injected it, her eyes rolling back in her head and slumping down to the floor.

Claudia returned to the room naked. Her clothes were a sticky mess and she didn’t want to get dirty again. Claudia rolled her own eyes as she saw her mother passed out on the floor.

“Junkie Whore,” she muttered.

She looked over at Damien and his exposed cock.

“Need me to take care of that?”

“No sweetness. I’m sure you don’t have a hole in your body that isn’t sore.”

“You’re more accurate than you know...”

“What do you mean?”

“One of those fucking players had a micro-penis.”

“So? That should make it easier not harder.”

“His friends made fun of him when he tried to fuck me. Fuck, by the time it was his turn even my asshole was too loose for him.”

“Again, I fail to see the problem.”

“Because you fuck... his friends made him fuck my nostril.”

“Come again.”

“Oh yes, he did that too. Everyone went for seconds, and that asshole fucked my other nostril the second time.”

Ok... this was a bit much.

“What the proverbial fuck?”

“And why the fuck did you not have a more complete mask? Those masks left my mouth and nose uncovered. I mean, I know it would have been hard to predict that nose fucker, but seriously...”

“You would have suffocated while sucking cock. I tried to make it easier for you.”

“Oh...that’s sweet in it’s own way I guess.”

“You bet it is. Anyway I drew you a line on the table there, enjoy it and come here. You washed your pussy right?”

She perked up. “I did!”

“Then get high and sit on my dick. You deserve a ride for all that hard work you put in.

In seconds, she was sliding her loosened but clean pussy on Damien’s 10” dick.

“Sooooo good... Nothing compares..”

She rode him for 30 minutes during which time he counted 6 orgasms.

It was time he put them under someone else’s charge so that they could be managed while he spent his attention elsewhere.

It was time to grow the business.

By the time he added a fresh load to Claudia’s abused cunt, Damien had a plan.