Chapter 50: The Afterparty

6 December 2025

"I can't believe you, Livy," Talia said loudly enough that her voice echoed in the trough between the blocks of flats. "How did my sweet little friend turn into such a ravenous slut?”

"Excuse me! I'm not a slut. I just said that I had the urge to grab that cute waitress and snog the fuck out of her."

Talia rolled her eyes at Olivia as the two of them made their way down Bath Street towards Talia's building. "Sure, love. First you wanted her, and then you got those wild red eyes going for that hen do at the bar."

"Ooh yeah," Olivia giggled. "She was tasty, wasn't she?"

"Well, of course, babe. She was proper peng. But that's not the point."

Olivia grabbed Talia's hand and swung their arms up and back while they weaved unevenly from pavement to street and back again.

"So what is the point, T?"

"The point is that you wanted to jump all eight of them!"

"Yeah, I kinda did."

Olivia gave her friend a cheeky grin.

"Y'know, Livy, you're fun when you're drunk."

Olivia stumbled slightly, bumping into Talia while the blonde was trying to find her security fob.

"I'm not drunk, T. You're drunk."

The two of them burst into laughter.

"Maybe we're both drunk?" Talia offered.

The security lock buzzed and clicked, allowing them access to the building. As the door clicked again behind them, Olivia grabbed Talia by the shoulders to spin her around. Then she pinned her friend up against the wall of letterboxes and kissed her deeply.

"I'm not that drunk, T. I wanted to rip this dress off you and shag you before I had my first drink tonight."

Talia had never seen this side of Olivia before. She was wild and assertive like never before. Under her dark trench coat, she was dressed in a shimmering grey loose-fitting blouse over black jeans, an outfit which showcased her curves and her sleek legs.

And most of all, Olivia was showing her love and affection.

Talia definitely liked it. All of it.

"Think you can last until we get up to my flat, love? My flatmate went home for the weekend, so I've got the place all to myself."

Olivia stared into her eyes, and Talia watched as the red glow transitioned into bottomless black. Talia's knees weakened from how terrifyingly beautiful her friend was.

"No promises, T. But I'll try not to make too much of a scene right here."

Then she kissed her again. Hard. Deep. Enough to make Talia feel melty.

"Bloody hell, Livy. Not complaining, but what's got into you?"

"Don't know. But I do know that I'm going to get into your knickers tonight."

***

The sounds coming from the rear of the vehicle were getting Bob hard.

When Mary got back to his side at the restaurant, she pressed against him and told him that she had made arrangements for the night. She kissed his cheek and then nibbled his earlobe before she started whispering.

“I invited Caroline to join us tonight, my love. But she already had plans with Ginny. Something about going clubbing or something. So I told her that we would like the two of them to come home with us instead.”

“You what?” Bob asked a little too loudly and excitedly. He made sure to smile and snuggle Mary to make sure she knew he wasn’t the slightest bit upset at the idea.

“I may have told her that she and her ginger friend were going to be our fucktoys tonight. That is, of course, as long as you don’t mind, Master. I mean, I can just have a girls’ night if you want to watch some football highlights or something.”

The details were sketchy in his memory, but he recalled signalling to the server for the bill and telling Mary how much he wanted her right then and there.

His three female companions piled into the back seat, while he was consigned to driving. The Forester had no trouble handling the three women, although from the sounds of them - along with the occasional bump against the back of his seat - they weren’t entirely comfortable in the space for their particular activities.

Mary and Ginny were sparring over who would be the dominatrix of the trio, while Caroline seemed perfectly content with taking directions from them. In the darkened passenger compartment, he couldn’t be quite sure but he thought he spotted Ginny’s wild mass of red curls up around Caroline’s exposed chest.

Which meant Mary had her head between Caroline’s thighs and was whispering sweet nothings into the young woman’s cunt. Mary had acquired a lot of experience going down on other women in the past few weeks.

Although, from what Jenny mentioned, she was already a talented rug muncher. One of the many skills she acquired before she and Bob were a couple.

“Master, I hope your seats are weather-treated,” called Ginny. “Because Caroline’s quite the squirter back here.”

Bob shook his head and chuckled as he pulled into the Trafalgar Way roundabout on the way home from Six by Nico. The restaurant was famed for its rotating six-course tasting menus, which made it just the right place for the celebratory affair. The theme for this six-week cycle was the Nutcracker, which was appropriate for the weeks before Christmas. And while most of the haute cuisine selections were above his head, he did delight that one of the dessert items was called an Almond Financier Bonbon.

The red, yellow and green colours of the Traffic Light Tree sparkled in the darkness as he wheeled around the circle to head towards central London. Thankfully the traffic at this hour was lighter, but they still had close to an hour before he could pull up at home.

Another bump into the back of his seat jarred him.

“Are you ladies doing alright back there?”

“Never better, Sir,” Caroline panted.

***

The door closed and Talia quickly dropped her fob in the glass bowl on the console table. Behind her, Olivia was already kicking off her ankle boots.

"Can I get you anyth…"

Talia's words were cut off as Olivia mauled her with a flurry of passionate kisses. Her hands were at Talia's hips to tug the hem of Talia's blouse out of her skirt. There was no subtlety in Olivia's actions. She wanted to get Talia undressed now.

With Olivia's aggressive help, Talia had her top around her head. Then Olivia took advantage of her friend's vulnerable position to attack Talia's exposed skin. While she held the blouse with one hand to keep Talia's eyes covered, Olivia groped Talia's breast through her bra.

"I want you so much, T," Olivia moaned between kisses to Talia's chest and midriff.

"Please, Livy. Please let me see."

Olivia showed her mercy and let her peel the blouse the rest of the way.

"Fuck. Thank you, Livy."

"Don't thank me yet, babe. I'm just getting started."

Talia's breath hitched as Olivia's hand found her bum to work the zip of her skirt. The metallic rasp of the zip sliding over the slight curve of Talia's rear was obscenely loud in the quiet of the flat.

Unzipped, the skirt fell victim to gravity before it landed quietly at Talia's feet.

"Do you know how sexy you are, T?"

"I'm tall, bony and shaped like a beanpole."

Olivia shimmied while pressing her hips into Talia. Her hands reached around to grasp Talia's bum.

"I can feel your tits pressing into mine, and your arse is to die for. Now stop running yourself down or I'll spank you, bitch."

"You're mad, Livy," Talia said with breathless excitement. "Who are you and what did you do with my friend?"

"I can't help it, girl. I'm feeling so wired and every time I take action, I feel more."

Talia started at the term, not sure whether to be worried or excited for her friend. "More? More what?"

"Dunno. More… everything. Like I'm supposed to be taking action.” She realised she was trying to describe a concept she couldn’t even grasp. “Always forward. I'm in such a state."

Talia hugged her friend tightly. "It suits you, Livy. You're such a hot keen bean."

"You’re right, T. I am hot. And right now, I just wanna have you at my mercy. Let’s hit your bedroom."

Olivia shrugged off her jacket before she started undoing the buttons of her pewter-grey blouse. She got the first couple opened before losing patience.

"Fuck it," she hissed as she yanked open the top and burst the remaining buttons from the stitches.

"Jesus, Livy, that's fucking saucy."

"You think?" Olivia said with a smile as she moved closer to her friend.

"So much," Talia replied. This time, she took the initiative and kissed Olivia, her eyes flaring green.

While they kissed, Talia unbuttoned Olivia's black skin-tight jeans and rolled the soft denim over her rounded hips.

"You're not wearing knickers, you naughty slag,” Talia teased as she briefly came up from the kiss.

Olivia winked and tossed her hip. "Maybe I had a plan for you," she said with a low sultry growl. Then she turned and gave a come-with-me gesture with her index finger.

The women quickly finished undressing, with Olivia unclasping her bra and Talia sliding off her boy-leg knickers and peeling off her bra. Then, once they were both naked, Olivia half-tackled her partner and they tumbled onto Talia's bed. Despite being taller, Talia felt as light as a rag doll in Olivia’s grasp.

"Talia, babe,” - kiss - “you're so beautiful.” Kiss. “I'm in awe of you." Another kiss.

Olivia climbed on top of her friend, straddling her slender hips. She leant down to kiss Talia's forehead, her nose, her lips and her chin, and then planted a trail of wet teasing kisses from throat to navel, with a detour to enjoy the puckered nipples capping Talia's modest breasts.

"Livy, are you going to… you know?" Talia asked breathily.

Olivia nodded. "I want to.” Olivia gave another kiss, this time much softer and more sweet than the hungry ones she had been delivering. “Are you okay with that?"

Talia didn't answer verbally but her expression lit up and she bucked her hips towards Olivia's mouth.

Olivia grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes. "That's my girl." She shuffled off the bed, kneeling on the cool floor as she urgently pulled Talia's hips into position.

She settled between Talia's thighs, her breath a hot whisper against the damp folds. "Just relax, babe. Let me take care of you."

She didn't tease. She was too wired, too hungry for that. Her first lick was broad and firm, a flat stroke from the bottom of Talia's slit all the way up to her clit. Talia gasped, her hips jerking upwards. "Bloody hell, Livy..."

Olivia hummed in approval, the vibration sending a buzz through Talia's core. She repeated the motion, slower this time, savouring the taste and the feel of her friend's body responding. Then she focused, her tongue circling Talia's clit with relentless precision. Her hands gripped Talia's arse, pulling her closer, opening her wider.

"Fuck, Livy... that's... don't stop, please..." Talia's words dissolved into a series of breathless moans. She fisted the duvet, her back arching into the mattress.

Olivia didn't stop. She lapped at Talia like a voracious kitten, her tongue flicking, pressing, swirling. She could feel Talia beginning to tremble, and the girl was writhing beneath her like a live wire.

"Now, T," Olivia commanded before plunging back in to administer the sexual coup de grâce.

Talia was helpless to resist. The orgasm tore through her, and she screamed incoherently. Olivia held on, her mouth and tongue and hands still working, but more serenely so she could draw out the last waves of Talia's climax.

Olivia smiled from the floor as she watched her friend's chest rising and falling.

"Oh my god," Talia panted. "You absolute menace. That was... I'm dead."

Olivia crawled up onto the bed, a smug, satisfied smile on her face. She cuddled into Talia's side and enjoyed the heat coming off her skin. In particular, Olivia felt the enhanced sensations of her own erect nipples with each graze as Talia shivered or squirmed.

"So, babe," Olivia said as she gently traced circles on Talia's taut tummy, "are you ready to return the favour?"

***

Bob knew exactly what he wanted. He had spent the last hour imagining the scene. Fuck, he had spent weeks letting these fantasies play out in his mind. He had shared a threesome with Jenny and Mary. He had Caroline kneeling and fingering herself while he bent Ginny over his desk. But this… this was going to be special.

Caroline's red party dress was something of a mess after the back-seat ménage à trois. Ginny was still resplendent in a black leather bustier under an oversized navy jacket, her outfit finished with a charcoal wool fitted skirt with a mid-thigh slit. The two ladies would have been a stunningly stylish couple on the dance floor at a London club, but instead they were accompanying him and his wife into the master bedroom.

Bob wasted no time. He peeled Ginny out of her jacket and helped himself to a passionate snog. Then, while he moved one hand under Ginny's skirt to find her already-soaked thong, he grabbed Caroline behind her head and yanked her into a kiss.

Mary entered the bedroom last and cleared her throat.

"Couldn't wait for me, love?"

"Hardly, my dear,” Bob answered with a confident smile. He leant slightly to make sure Mary could see the tableau of flesh awaiting them. “Would you like a taste too?"

"You get started. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."

She blew him a kiss and headed to the couple's dressing room as she reached back to unzip her royal blue dress. Bob watched as the skin of her back was revealed, and his lust grew at what he knew was coming.

As Mary disappeared into the darkness, Bob turned his attention back to the two women before him. Ginny's sapphire eyes glittered with mischief as he undid the hook of her fitted skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a charcoal pool. She stepped out of it with practised grace, her black leather bustier cinching her waist and pushing her pale breasts up into a tempting display.

"Ready for this, are we?" she murmured, her accent betraying her excitement.

"Always ready to have my needy little slut," Bob growled, his fingers finding the clasp of Ginny’s bustier. It gave way with a satisfying click, and he peeled the leather from her skin, baring her freckled torso to the dim bedroom light. Bob immensely enjoyed having the upper hand at last with Ginny. He knew he had all of the power now, enough so that he could even gaslight her. "You teased me because you wanted me, too, didn't you? You have always wanted me."

Ginny nodded like his marionette. "Yes, Master, I've always wanted you. Even before I knew it."

Caroline watched, breathless. Without being instructed, she pulled the straps of her red dress past her shoulders. Bob turned to her next, yanking the dress down. He stripped her, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a lacy black thong, her sandy blonde hair framing her flushed face.

"On the bed," he commanded, his voice low. "Both of you."

Ginny crawled onto the super-king mattress first, her movements feline and deliberate. She flipped herself over, shimmied out of her thong and settled against the pillows with a provocative arch of her back. In the days since he claimed her, Bob had taught Ginny just how much he liked her to offer herself as his needy fucktoy.

Caroline followed, more hesitant but no less eager, positioning herself beside the redhead.

Bob's cock strained against his trousers as he drank in the sight: two naked English beauties, laid out on his bed, waiting solely for him. He loosened his belt with deliberate slowness, savouring their anticipation.

"I'm going to use every inch of you both," he said, his gaze trailing from Ginny's smirking lips down to Caroline's parted thighs. "And you're going to thank me for it."

From the dressing room, he heard Mary's soft chuckle.

Ginny stretched languidly, her freckled breasts rising and falling with a slow, deliberate breath. "So, Master," she purred, her radiant blue eyes locking onto his. "How do you want me this time?"

"We’re not in any rush here, my slut. Get on your hands and knees so I can plough you properly."

A wicked smile curled her lips as she rolled over, presenting herself with an arch that made her ginger curls brush the pillows. Her lush bum lifted, her wet cunt glistening in the dim light. Bob wasted no time. He stepped out of his trousers, his cock springing free, and positioned himself behind her. With one smooth thrust, he sank into her soaked cunt, eliciting a high-pitched gasp.

"Caroline," he commanded as he finished undressing, his voice strained just before he began to thrust. "Worship those tits. They're hanging just for you."

Caroline scrambled to get under Ginny, her pale hair spilling across the sheets as she hunted for the redhead's pendant breasts. Her tongue circled a nipple, then sucked it between her lips. Ginny moaned, her fingers tangling in Caroline's hair while Bob hammered again and again into her clenching core.

The room filled with the sounds of wet flesh and breathless whimpers. Bob fucked Ginny with long, deep strokes, each thrust driving her tits down into Caroline's face. He was close - so close - but he held back, trying desperately to savour the moment.

Then, he spotted a silhouette framed in the entryway from the walk-in wardrobe. Mary emerged, her body draped in black silk lingerie that hugged her curves like a second skin. She stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, a hungry smile on her lips.

"Not yet, my love," she said, her voice a silken request. "I want you to ruin the ginger tart first."

Bob's eyes met Mary's and he smiled.

With a guttural roar, he drove into Ginny again as she cried out beneath him, her body shuddering. Caroline held on to Ginny as best as she could, tasting the salt of Ginny's skin each time she could reach her with her lips and tongue.

Mary sauntered towards the bed, her smile widening. "Keep going, Master. Don't stop until your bitch is begging for mercy."

Bob pulled out of Ginny's slick heat, the sudden absence making her whimper. He didn't hesitate, shifting his hips and pressing the head of his cock, slick from Ginny's juices, against her tighter, forbidden entrance. She squealed at the new invasion.

"Fuck yes," she breathed, her voice raw with ecstasy.

He drove forward, burying himself relentlessly and repeatedly in her bum. Ginny screamed - a sound of pure passion. Her freckled back bent and her red curls flew with every thrust.

Meanwhile, Mary slithered onto the bed. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Caroline's wild hair, and yanked her away from Ginny's soaked tits. Caroline's gasp was cut short as Mary's mouth crashed against hers, fierce and demanding. The kisses were a conquest - her tongue exploring and her teeth nipping at Caroline's lip. Caroline melted into her, her hands rising to grip Mary's silk-clad hips.

Bob fucked Ginny's arse with punishing strokes, each one pounding her forward into the mattress. She was babbling now, a stream of profanities and pleas, her cunt dripping onto the sheets. Mary's snogging of Caroline grew wetter, louder, their moans mingling into a symphony of depravity.

From the corner of his eye, Bob saw Mary break the kiss, her lips glistening. She looked at him, her eyes glowing with approval.

"That's it, Master," she purred. "Break her."

Bob's rhythm faltered as Ginny's body began to tremble beneath him. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

"Please, Master," Ginny whimpered, her voice cracking. "I can't… I need… please let me…."

Her begging sent another jolt of power through him. He was reaching his end, and he revelled in the reality that her body needed him to allow her to have her release.

"You want to come?" he growled, his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

"Yes, Master. Please. I beg you."

"And what about me, slut?” Bob teased. “Don’t you want me to come too?"

"Yessss… please."

He looked up, catching Mary's eye. She was watching him, Caroline's cheek nuzzling against her chest while the younger woman's hand was stroking Mary's cunt.

Mary tapped her finger to her lips, as if she had to think about it while listening to Ginny’s moans grow increasingly desperate with each moment. Damn I love her this way, he realised.

Mary nodded.

"Come for me," Bob roared, slamming into Ginny one final time as he let loose inside her. "Now."

Ginny shattered first, a primal scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her, her insides convulsing around his cock. Caroline followed, her moan muffled against Mary's collarbone as she shuddered, her thighs clamping together. Mary's climax hit last, her back arching as she cried out, her fingers grasping at Caroline's hair.

For a single, perfect moment, all three women were suspended in the same wave of ecstasy, their cries harmonising into one breathless chorus.

Bob slipped out of Ginny before collapsing onto Ginny's back. The room was silent, save for their ragged breathing.

Mary's hand found his, her fingers intertwining with his. "Thank you, Master," she whispered.

"Now it's your turn, my love," he said.

Mary gasped at the words. Bob was getting used to having power, but sometimes he was still surprised by just how much power he had.

Bob eased Ginny onto her side, her freckled body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. She curled into the pillows with a contented sigh, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stared dumbly while Bob turned his attention to Mary.

Mary lay back against the rumpled sheets, a slow, lewd smile spreading across her lips. She wiggled out of her knickers and spread her legs wide, revealing her slick, smooth cunt - recently waxed and glistening in the dim light. Bob's breath caught as he admired the bare expanse of her, the delicate folds pink and swollen with need.

"Like what you see, Master?" Mary murmured, her voice a teasing purr.

"Fuck, Mary," he breathed, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "You're exquisite."

She shivered at his words, her hips tilting upward in silent invitation. Bob moved between her thighs without hesitation, lowering his mouth to her heat. His tongue found her clit, circling it with loving attention, and Mary gasped yet again.

Caroline shifted to join the couple. Her hair brushed Mary's exposed skin as she leaned in to capture her lips. The kiss was deep and hungry, Caroline's tongue sliding into Mary's mouth as her hand found Mary's breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Mary moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against Bob's face. He doubled his efforts, lapping at her cunt with increasing urgency, tasting her arousal on his tongue.

Ginny stirred beside them, her wits slowly returning. She propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes sparkling with fatigued mischief as she took in the scene. Without a word, she crawled to Mary's other side, her fingers trailing up Mary's inner thigh before mirroring Caroline's hand at Mary's other breast.

The sensory assault was overwhelming. Bob's tongue on her clit, Caroline's mouth on hers, two sets of hands fondling her breasts, pinching and teasing. Mary's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching off the mattress as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

"Yes - fuck - don't stop," she cried, her voice cracking.

Bob drove his tongue deeper, pressing against her G-spot as Ginny's thumb circled her nipple. Caroline bit her lower lip, tugging gently, and Mary shattered.

Her orgasm tore through her, a howling scream escaping her throat as her body convulsed. Bob held her hips steady, his tongue working her through every wave, until she collapsed into the bed, panting and trembling.

But the assault didn't end. Before she could catch her breath, Bob's mouth kept working at her clit. Caroline briefly broke her kiss so she could slip her fingers between Mary's thighs, stroking the slick folds beneath Bob's tongue, and Ginny's lips closed around her nipple.

Mary came again, and again, her body writhing helplessly as she was pinned in place by her three lovers. Each climax was stronger and more desperate than the last, until her cries finally faded into hoarse, broken whimpers.

"Now you have permission to relax," Bob huffed as he caught his breath.

***

"Why didn't we do this before?" Talia asked as she cuddled against Olivia.

Olivia giggled softly and stroked Talia's cheek.

"Probably because I was too anxious and you were too…"

"Too in my own head?" Talia’s tone was contemplative, but with a hint of sadness about her past.

"I was going to say too beautiful, love. But yeah, you were kinda mental too."

The two girls hugged each other tightly and shared a loving kiss.

"Well, now we're slaves sisters, and we're the same sort of mental, yeah?"

Olivia nodded and smiled. "Completely mad."

"Bonkers," Talia added.

Olivia sat up so she could get on top of Talia again.

"Wanna have another go, my barking love?"

"Fuck yeah, Livy. Only this time,” Talia emphasised as she playfully poked Olivia’s wonderfully firm breast, “I'm gonna do you first."

Talia rolled on top of Olivia and kissed her just before midnight.

***

Author's Note: The story is going to be paused for a little bit here so I can get caught up on writing. But you can be sure there will be a lot more to the story coming in a few weeks. In the meantime, please feel free to send comments.

I've gotten into an amazing dialogue with InCompleteController, who has been my beta reader for the past couple chapters and I am incredibly grateful for his input and assistance.