Italian Playboy

.This was the life, sat here on a chair with three ladies – one sucking the tip of my dick, another licking my cock like a lollipop while the other lapped at my balls. Fuck, this was good. My dick was on fire, being looked after by women who had been gagging for me most of the evening.
I rested my head back against the chair and took in their sweet mouth actions, when suddenly, my bulbous head hit the back of her throat and the base of my dick was pumped hard and fast. I sat forward just watching the act, so pretty, so perfect. I was a lucky fucker. How many men had fantasised about this? And here I was, living the dream.
I placed my hand on the back of the woman’s head who had my shaft in her mouth and forced her to take it to the back of her throat again.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned out.
The blood pumped hard and fast to the tip of my cock as the girl who delightfully sucked on my balls rose to come to my face.
“Share ladies,” I encourage, aware she was after a kiss. But those I didn’t do.
The woman stood beside me and leaned over my tummy to take my dick deep inside her moist mouth. My balls tingled like they were about to explode.
“Oh hell,” I cried out as the girls shared my cock - sucking, licking, and deep throating. You name it, it was happening, and I was one happy man. This was the exact reason why I held these parties.
I gazed down, loving the way these women indulged and pleased me. My cock was burning, getting closer to the point of no return by the second.
“Oh shit, ladies.”
The three of them quickly positioned themselves on their knees in front of me like little cute puppies, ready and waiting to catch that first spurt. One reached up and pumped my dick. That was it. Out spilled my seed like water out a fucking hosepipe, spraying all over their pretty little faces.
Cock empty and body and mind satisfied, I was ready for a scotch. I turned to look around the room, lights dimmed, naked men and woman all being sexual pleased like myself, paradise.
I looked down to the ladies smiling at me, looking pleased at their conquest as they lap up my cream and dribbles that missed their mouths.
I raised my hand and patted one of the ladies on the head, giving her triumph. They all did so well.
“Thank you…now be gone,” I said, clicking my fingers.
I needed time to calm down and have some space before the next act. Maybe I would find a beauty to sink my dick into later? Hell, my cock needed to be engulfed by a wet pussy. I wagged my brows as the girls departed, skipping away, laughing and giggling like little girls.
I clicked my fingers and in marched my slave for the evening.
“Scotch, no ice.” I ordered, not even looking at her.
I felt her presence leave and I smiled. I loved the power I possessed. Before I started each party I would choose a girl to be at my beckon call for the night. Yeah, so what if she had to watch me having sex? If she did a good job throughout the night then at the end she might get to ride me, but only if I felt she had done me proud.