Lose yourself in lust

The girls lead you to the room reserved for special clients. You enter and find a clean bed, large and sumptuous. They drag you to the bedside and strip for you. You admire each girl's delicious body in virginal anticipation, focusing on each one's special features. There's the pillowy breasts of the redhead, the girlishly cute body of the petite girl, and the balanced womanly sensuousness of the blonde's figure. Your mouth waters as you watch them undress, and by the time they're finished you feel a small wet spot at the tip of your member.

You spend all night with the girls. A haze seems to cloud your vision as something primordial takes control. You lose yourself in this lust-crazed madness, acting almost automatically. Time seems to lose its meaning as you use the bodies of the pleasure girls to sate your hunger. You grab tightly onto them as you hump their wet mounds in a frenzy, desperately trying to slake your thirst for females. You take them from on top, from behind, at the side, and who knows whatever other position. At times you suck one girl's breasts as you fuck another beneath you, at others you take a girl as she pleasures one of her companions with her mouth. Your personal favorite was lining the girls up on their knees, alternating waiting, obedient pussies as you fingered the other two. At first they balk as you fulfill your desires, filling their pulsing pussies with your essence at a whim, not bothering to hold out. All it takes is the flashing of more gold to pacify the concerned harlots, and your youthful rut continues unabated. For hours the room rings out with slapping flesh, the moaning of multiple people, and screams of ecstasy as nature takes its course. Eventually you tire of this, and your ejaculate is little more than a weak dribble. Looking out the window you notice the rays of first daylight. You glance around and see exhausted whores, all leaking your fluids from their red, battered mounds. For the first time you feel your rush of energy fade, and you realize that your body is screaming at you for rest. You hurt all over, and it's difficult to move basically any part of your body.

This is no time for secrecy, as there's no way you can sneak all the way home in this condition. As you stumble to a coach, you mind is racing over last night's events. You can't imagine anything in life being better than that! If only you could get something like this closer to home, for greater convenience.