Leave the girls, head to the bathroom

Should you disturb the girls?

No. They sleep the sleep of the sexually exhausted, a familiar state for the girls who share your bed. They would accept your advances, welcome them in fact, but they would do so with lethargy. Their passion would be diminished by their exhaustion. Their pleasure would be lessened. And so would yours. Half your fun comes from the enthusiasm your lovers take in your lovemaking.

No, let them sleep.

There are seven other girls in the house. Seven girls you didn’t fuck into orgasmic exhaustion last night.

You leave Anna and Gloria and the bed, and head towards the master bathroom. Through an archway into your dressing room, a room of dressers, mirrors, comfy chairs and a small table. It’s a room you can relax in and get dressed in, a large walk-in wardrobe filled with your clothes and your personal items dominating one side. Across the room from the master bedroom lies the master bathroom.

As you walk towards it, you see your naked self reflected in the mirrors. Any fat you used to have has long since been burned away, partly due to exercise but mainly due to the sex. You live with nine women; nine women whose libidos are fabulously high due to your mere presence. You use the gym in the basement to tone your muscles, not to lose weight. You use the women of the household for that.

The master bathroom is large, to accommodate everything in it. The bath is large enough to hold four comfortably. So is the separate shower. You head, though, to the toilet to relieve your bladder. Surprisingly by the time you’ve washed your hands no-one has entered through the second doorway. That doorway leads to the bathroom bedroom, a bedroom where the girl on shower duty is allowed to sleep. Normally they’re eager to start their duty and enter at the first sign of any activity in the bathroom. You consider popping your head round to see if they are coming but then decide against it. Instead, you decide on a wet shave.

You’ve slathered your face in foam and are preparing the razer when Melody enters, wrapped in a big fluffy white robe. She looks paler than usual, her blue eyes still groggy with sleep. As soon as she sees you there naked, your face covered in foam she perks up, a smile lighting her face.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. You on shower duty?” She nods. “I thought I’d have a shave while I was waiting for you.”

“Sorry, I had difficulty getting up. Stomach’s not great.”

“Are you feeling ok? If you’re not up to shower duty?”

The look she gives you is withering. She might not be feeling 100%, but she’s not so bad she’d miss shower duty.

“I’ll get the shower ready.”

She shrugs off her robe to reveal her naked body beneath. Your penis stiffens at the vision of beauty revealed. Perky C-cup tits, more than a handful. A smooth, flat stomach. A bare, waxed vagina which you can almost smell is wet with desire. A cute little ass.

She glances at you as she hangs up the robe, her eyes drifting down to your stiffening cock. A faint blush spreads over her cheeks, and she playfully bites her lower lip. Melody was almost innocent when she joined the household. She’d never had a threesome, let alone been part of an orgy. She’d never played with other women. The sex she’d enjoyed was vanilla. She’d embraced every extension of experience with the enthusiasm she shows for everything else.

Having studied your rising member, she looks up into your eyes. “Hurry up shaving and you can join me.” She finishes her statement off with a seductive smile before opening the shower door and slipping inside.