The mansion had become a den of endless indulgence, every room echoing with the wet sounds of pleasure and the mingled scents of sweat-soaked skin and expensive perfumes. Isabella's arrival supercharged everything—her social media posts (carefully curated to tease without revealing) drove subtle brand inquiries my way, masking multimillion-dollar deals behind viral hype. With the ring's guidance, I invested in her upcoming tour infrastructure: undervalued production companies with *Value: $50M upside in 18 months (weakness: mismanagement in bidding).* Profits rolled in like waves. My empire expanded quietly—private jets on standby, offshore accounts swelling, a personal chef and staff who knew better than to blink at the constant parade of naked, moaning women.
The harem was insatiable now, seven strong including Isabella. Afternoons by the infinity pool turned into slick, sun-drenched orgies: bodies glistening with oil and cum, pussies dripping onto marble tiles as I took them one by one—my thick cock stretching tight holes while others licked, sucked, and ground against each other. The air always thick with the tangy musk of arousal, sharp squirts mixing with chlorine, their cries blending into a symphony that left them boneless and begging for more.
But the ring hungered for bigger prey. Isabella secured invites to an exclusive Hollywood premiere afterparty—red carpet glamour giving way to a private villa in the hills, A-listers mingling under dim lights and pulsing music. I scanned the crowd, ignoring the simpering actors until she caught my eye: Natalia Voss, the Oscar-winning actress whose face dominated billboards worldwide. Early 30s, raven-haired bombshell with piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin, and a body sculpted for sin—full, firm DD breasts straining her low-cut silver gown, tiny waist flaring to wide hips and a plump, heart-shaped ass that jiggled subtly with each step in stilettos.
I focused: *Natalia Voss – Weakness: Deep frustration with scripted Hollywood sex—quick, performative encounters leaving her unfulfilled; craves raw, prolonged domination by overwhelming size and stamina, multiple shattering orgasms until she loses control. Hidden desire to be worshipped and shared in total surrender. Value: Direct access to film industry power players and global branding opportunities.*
My cock throbbed hard against my trousers, the outline visible as blood rushed south. She stood apart, nursing a drink, her forced smile cracking—surrounded by yes-men who bored her. I approached directly, no games. "You look like the only real person in this room," I said, voice low, handing her a fresh martini.
Her blue eyes locked on mine, intrigued, a flush creeping up her neck. We slipped away to a private terrace, city lights sprawling below. She opened up fast—rants about co-stars who pumped twice and finished, directors who saw her as a prop, the ache she hid behind perfect poise. My hand rested on her lower back, thumb tracing circles that made her breath catch. The tension built palpably: her nipples peaking hard against silk, thighs clenching, the faint wet scent of her arousal cutting through her rose-vanilla perfume as I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "I can give you what you've been missing. All night. Until you can't think straight."
Her hand grazed my bulge discreetly, eyes widening at the sheer girth pulsing under fabric. "Take me. Now."
In the mansion's home theater—massive screen paused on a blank glow, plush recliners pushed aside—the harem awaited in nothing but sheer robes, eyes gleaming with hunger. Natalia stepped in, gown already half-unzipped, revealing creamy cleavage heaving with anticipation. The room warmed instantly with their combined heat: Emily's soft moans as she touched herself, Sarah's fingers dipping into her slick folds, Lisa's jasmine scent mixing with Isabella's coconut, Mia and Victoria kissing wetly, tongues visible.
We stripped Natalia reverently, the silver gown whispering to the floor. Her body was flawless—lacy red thong drenched, clinging to swollen pussy lips outlined in damp fabric; heavy breasts spilling free, pale pink nipples thick and begging, areolas wide and textured. The air thickened with fresh arousal—her sharp, honeyed musk joining the chorus.
The women swarmed her like devotees. Isabella and Victoria each claimed a breast, mouths hot and wet—sucking deeply, teeth grazing nipples as Natalia arched with a throaty gasp, the wet smacks and slurps loud in the dim light. Emily knelt, peeling the thong down slowly, exposing Natalia's smooth, pink pussy—lips puffy and glistening, clit peeking swollen, thick cream already coating inner thighs. Emily's tongue dove in, long licks from entrance to clit, savoring the gushing nectar as Natalia bucked, crying out sharply.
Sarah straddled Natalia's face, lowering her athletic pussy—dripping clear strands—onto those full lips. Natalia licked hungrily, tongue plunging deep into Sarah's heat, muffled moans vibrating as Sarah ground down, juices smearing her chin.
Lisa and Mia flanked her sides, fingers tracing thighs, pinching skin lightly to heighten every sensation. The scents overwhelmed: salty sweat, sweet cum, tangy squirts building.
I stripped, my cock springing free—nine inches rigid, veins throbbing along the shaft, girth so thick it cast a shadow, head flared purple and leaking pre-cum in thick beads. Natalia's eyes fixed on it, wild with need. "It's... monstrous," she whispered hoarsely, licking lips still coated in Sarah's essence.
I positioned between her spread legs, the girls holding them wide—knees to chest, exposing everything. My cockhead nudged her soaked entrance, sliding through slick folds, coating in her creamy heat. The room filled with wet sounds as I teased, pressure building until she begged, "Please... stretch me."
I thrust in—slow, inexorable. The fat head parted her tight walls with a lewd squelch, inch after thick inch forcing her open, every vein dragging against sensitive flesh. She wailed, pussy clenching desperately as I bottomed out, balls nestled against her ass, cervix kissed deep. "You're ruining me... so full," she gasped, nails digging into sheets.
I started pounding—deep, rhythmic strokes pulling almost out before slamming home, wet slaps echoing like thunder. Her juices frothed around my shaft, creamy white rings forming at the base, dripping in strings to the floor. The scent sharpened—musky, primal—as I hit her g-spot relentlessly.
First orgasm hit her like lightning: walls spasming wildly, gushing hot squirt that sprayed my abs and balls, soaking everything in pungent flood. Her screams muffled by Mia now riding her tongue, pussy grinding sloppily.
But I kept going, stamina endless. Flipped her to reverse cowgirl—ass cheeks spreading as she sank back down, my cock disappearing into her stretched hole. The mirror wall showed it perfectly: pink lips gripping my girth obscenely, cream coating every thrust.
The harem amplified: Isabella tribbing against Natalia's thigh, clits slick and grinding; Victoria sucking my balls as I thrust up; Emily and Lisa sixty-nining beside us, wet slurps harmonizing.
Natalia's second climax shattered harder—body seizing, squirting in arcs that splashed audibly, voice raw as she babbled incoherently. Third came as I rubbed her clit furiously, her pussy farting wetly around my pounding shaft.
Only then did I unleash—burying deep, roaring as thick, boiling cum erupted in powerful jets, flooding her womb until it overflowed, white rivulets leaking down my balls and her ass crack.
We collapsed in a drenched, heaving pile—skin sticky with cum and sweat, the room reeking of raw sex. Natalia clung to me, trembling. "I've never... no script could write this. I'm yours."
Her connections opened floodgates—film deals, global exposure. The harem celebrated late into dawn, bodies entwined.
But the ring's overlays hinted at even greater heights—perhaps politics, royalty, the pinnacle of power.