The penthouse suite bled amber from the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting Damian’s silhouette across the massive circular bed. His violet eyes swept over the five women arranged before him, each stripped naked.

Janice stepped forward first. She was the tallest, a black goddess at five-eleven with broad shoulders and thighs that could crush a man’s skull. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples already tight, and between her legs a trim patch of dark hair guided the eye to lips or her soaked cap.

She dropped to her knees without breaking eye contact.

"Let me have a taste. I’ll be good, I promise." she murmured. Her fingers found his belt buckle.

Damian’s cock sprang free, thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. Janice didn’t hesitate. She took him into her mouth in one smooth motion, her lips sealing around the base as her throat adjusted to accommodate his length.

Her jaw worked with expert rhythm, tongue sweeping along the underside while her hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently. She pulled back to the tip, dragging her lips slow, then plunged down again with a wet, obscene gulp that made Lux’s breath catch behind her.

Lux was a fierce contrast to Janice’s warmth. She was petite, compact, with the wiry muscle of a dancer or a fighter. She had strong legs, flat stomach, small but perfectly proportioned breasts with dusky nipples that seemed almost purple against her pale skin. Her blonde hair was cropped close on one side, longer on the other, and her blue eyes held a sharpness that bordered on cruel.

She was Korean-Irish, a fusion Damian found attractive and knew he had to keep for himself.

"Enough foreplay," she snapped, though her voice cracked with arousal as she watched Janice’s head bob. "I want him inside me. Now."

Damian gripped Janice’s hair tight enough to make her moan around his cock and pulled her off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his tip.

"Patience," he said, his voice rough. "You’ll all get what you need."

Alisha stepped into the space Janice vacated. She was Indian, with skin the color of chai and hair so black it held blue highlights, cascading down her back in waves. Her body was soft curves and thick thighs that met without gap, a belly that rounded slightly and hips built for gripping.

Her breasts were heavy, the areolae dark and wide, and she wore a silver chain around her waist that caught the light as she swayed. Her eyes were large, dark, and deceptively innocent.

"Let me taste you," she whispered, taking Damian’s cock from Janice’s hands.

Her approach was different. It was slower, more reverent. She licked the tip with the flat of her tongue, tasting Janice’s saliva mixed with Damian’s pre-cum. Then she opened wide and took him in, but not deep. She let him rest on her tongue, suckling gently, her cheeks hollowing as she pulsed her throat around just the head. Her hands roamed her own body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood erect.

While Alisha worshipped his cock with lazy, sensual sucks, June crept up behind him. She was Filipina, compact and athletic, with skin like caramel and hair chopped into a sharp bob that framed a face of high cheekbones and full lips. She had a dancer’s calves, a swimmer’s shoulders, a flat stomach ridged with subtle definition and her ass was round and high, the kind that begged to be spanked.

She pressed her small breasts against his back, nipples dragging across his spine, and reached around to cup his balls while Alisha sucked. Her fingers were cool, teasing, tracing the sensitive skin behind his sac.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," she whispered into his ear. " Just fuck me hard until I can’t walk tomorrow."

Damian groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into Alisha’s mouth. She took the cue, swallowing him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length as she held him there. Her nose pressed into his pubic bone. She stayed, breathing through her nose and tears streaming from the pressure.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling out of Alisha’s throat. Pre-cum and saliva dripped from her lips. She licked them clean, looking up at him with hunger.

Brittany hadn’t moved from the bed. She was mixed race, with hair in a riot of curls and coils. Her body was a study in contradictions: broad shoulders, narrow waist, thick thighs, a stomach that showed the faint lines of stretch marks she refused to hide. Her skin was a warm brown, scattered with moles like a constellation, and between her legs she was bare, shaved clean, the lips plump and glistening.

"Bring him here," she pleaded, her voice husky.

She spread her legs wide, showing off the wetness that pooled on the sheets beneath her. Her fingers found her clit, circling lazily. "I’ve been waiting longest. I want you to watch me come first."

Damian climbed onto the bed, his cock aching and slick with the combined saliva of three women. He crawled over Brittany, positioning himself between her thighs. But instead of entering her, he lowered his head.

He licked her from asshole to clit in one long, flat stroke, tasting her fully. She gasped, her hips bucking. He did it again, slower, savoring the way her thighs trembled against his ears. Her hands fisted in his hair, yanking his face deeper into her cunt.

"Use your tongue," she hissed. "Stop teasing."

He obliged. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then pinned it flat and vibrated, mimicking the rhythm of a fucking. His fingers found her entrance, sinking two inside her, curling up to stroke that rough patch of flesh that made her scream. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight.

Behind him, the other women had arranged themselves. Janice knelt at the foot of the bed, watching, touching herself with long fingers that disappeared into her slick folds. Lux had moved to Damian’s side, pressing her breasts against his thigh, licking the sweat from his skin. Alisha lay beside Brittany, kissing her breasts, biting her nipples, sharing the pleasure.

June straddled Damian’s back, her wet cunt sliding along his spine, leaving a trail of juices. She leaned forward, gripping his hips to guide his rhythm as he ate Brittany.

"Harder," Brittany demanded, her voice cracking. "Make me fucking come."

Damian doubled his efforts. His tongue stabbed into her hole, then dragged up to her clit, flicking fast, merciless. His fingers pumped, three now, stretching her. Her legs locked around his head. Her back arched off the bed. Her scream was loud as her orgasm flooded his mouth with warm honey that he swallowed greedily.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking, gentler now, drawing out every tremor until she pushed his head away, panting, laughing breathlessly.

"My turn." Lux grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. She was fierce, her blue eyes blazing. "I want to ride you. But I want to look at you when you come inside me."

She pushed him onto his back. Janice and Alisha took his arms, pinning them to the mattress. They were letting Lux have her moment. June sat on his face before he could protest, her cunt lowering onto his mouth like a throne. He could taste Brittany still on his tongue, mixing with June’s distinct flavor.

Lux straddled his hips, aligning his cock with her entrance. She was tight, incredibly tight, her small body taking him inch by inch as she lowered herself with deliberate control. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes never left his.

"Look at me," she whispered, and he did.

She rode him slowly at first, grinding her hips in circles, letting him feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner walls. Then she sped up, bouncing, her small breasts jiggling, her head thrown back. Janice reached over and pinched one of her nipples, twisting hard. Lux screamed and came on the spot, her cunt milking his cock in violent waves.

But she kept moving, refusing to stop even as her orgasm subsided. She wanted him to finish inside her. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, their breath mingling.

"Come for me," she begged.

And he did, his hips surging upward, his hands breaking free from Janice and Alisha’s grip to grip Lux’s ass, pulling her down as he flooded her with hot, thick ropes of cum. She collapsed onto him, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat.

June didn’t let him rest. She slid off his face, replaced immediately by Janice, who lowered herself onto his still-sensitive cock with a groan. She was wet, so wet, sliding down easily, her weight pinning him. She took over his mouth, pressing her cunt to his lips, demanding he eat her as she rode him.

Alisha moved between his legs, licking the base of his shaft where Janice’s juices ran down, tasting the cum leaking from where they connected. Brittany joined her, kissing Alisha deep, sharing the taste.

Damian’s world narrowed to sensation: Janice’s thighs squeezing his head, her honey flooding his tongue as she came with a roar, the way her cunt pulsed around his cock. His own release built again, faster this time, his balls tightening.

June bent over his face, offering him a view of her asshole, glistening and ready. He licked it without hesitation, tasting her there, feeling her shudder. Lux crawled up and straddled his chest, her pussy dripping onto his stomach as she masturbated over him.

He was surrounded in a way he had never felt before. It was exciting.

Janice came again, and this time he came with her, pumping more cum deep into her body as she ground down, taking everything he had. She collapsed beside him, spent, a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips.

The five of them lay tangled together, breathing in sync, the city lights painting them in shades of gold and shadow. Damian’s cock was still hard, still ready, and Brittany was already reaching for it, guiding it to her mouth to clean him, to wake him for another round.

The night was far from over.