Submit to Me

4 - Aaron

I didn't feel guilty about leaving my friends and their wives when I left the bar with Angela and her friends. Not even after Rory came after me, trying to stop me from going home with these women.

How could I pass up the opportunity Angela presented to me? Why would I?

This is me.

This is what I like to do.

This is my lifestyle.

This brings me great joy after a long work week and the kind of life I enjoy—the only one I know how to live.

So I don't feel ashamed for leaving the bar after being offered a night with four hot fucking women—sorry, grandma... but I'm really not ready to do what you've asked of me.

Not yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will be.

Then again, I never thought Callum would give up this type of life, either.

For seventeen/eighteen years, he and I always did this together. But, even though I'm bumming Callum walked away from our fun time, I can honestly say I'm excited about him finding Eloise and marrying her because he did me a favor. One I never thought he'd ever do—he gave me the power to have threesomes with women I want—without him saying yea or nay.

Including being the boss with them in the bedroom, and I'm more than excited about it.

As much as I hate to think this, I feel no shame for what will happen soon between these four girls and me because I usually do whatever my grandmother wants and asks me to do.

I especially don't feel ashamed as I sit on whoever's couch I'm sitting on, watching Angela and her friends give me a private show performance—half-naked, provocatively dancing with each other while their hands and lips roamed all over one another bodies—their lips grazing each other's flesh, their hands roaming over each others erected as fuck tits, and how they're running their hands over their see-through lacy thongs that are clearly showing their beautiful pussy lips that I'm anxious to slide my tongue through and please.

Angela was standing behind a tall, long-haired blonde provocatively dancing, her hands roaming the blonde's body, her fingers tweaking her taut pink nipples, the palm of her hand gently rubbing her pussy, and her lips grazing her silky flesh.

The other two women, a short blonde-haired woman and a brunette lay on the floor, sixty-nine position, running their hands along one another's bodies while doing a mock-up of them pleasing each other's pussies.

Watching these women rub each other caused my dick to suffocate when he became scrunched. Causing pain in my cock that was shooting up to my throat, angry I hadn't adjusted him yet.

As I lowered my hand into my pants to adjust my dick, Angela's long, blonde-haired friend danced over to me. "Do you need help with that, Doctor Rhodes?" she asked with a sultry voice that made my cock twitch.

She sat on my lap, swaying her hips with her lace-covered pussy rubbing against me, and as I gazed at her erect tits that stared me in the face, my cock twitched in my hand.

My lips stretched into a grin. "You're more than welcome to help adjust my cock. But before you do, I need to know your name."

"Stormy."

I gripped her hips firmly, stopping her from grinding my lap. "I don't want a stage name. I want to know your real name," I demanded.

"Piper."

I let go of her hips as the corners of my mouth tugged upward. "Piper," I repeated. "Such a fitting name for what you want to wrap your hand around."

A beautiful smile appeared on her lips. "It is, isn't it? I should probably tell you that I enjoy smoking pipes." My cock twitched in my hand. She can smoke my pipe anytime. She has the most perfect plump lips that would look good wrapped around me. "So, now that you know my name, can I help your cock breathe?"