Chapter 101: Sampling 101

Stefan's POV

They dropped to their knees in a loose semicircle around me without hesitation.

Four pairs of eyes looked up with open, starving hunger. The woman I had called forward first was closest. The others pressed in on either side, already leaning toward me, lips parted, breath warm against my skin. The rest of the women from the outer room had followed and now knelt further back, watching with visible envy, hands resting on their own thighs as if to keep from touching themselves.

I looked down at them for a long moment, letting the weight of their attention settle. My cock stood heavy and fully hard in front of their faces, the head already slick. None of them reached for it yet. They were waiting. The discipline in that hunger was almost as intoxicating as the hunger itself.

"You," I said, nodding at the bare one in front. "First."

She moved in immediately, her tongue dragging a long, slow line from the base of my cock to the tip before she opened her mouth and took me in. Warm, wet heat closed around the head.

"Yeahhhh, dude..."

She sank down with a soft, needy sound, lips stretching, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One of her hands came up to stroke what she couldn't fit. The other rested on my thigh, her fingers flexing like she needed the contact.

I exhaled through my nose and rested a hand in her hair, not pushing, just holding.

The woman on my right took the invitation and leaned in, turning her head to lick along the side of my shaft where the first woman's lips didn't cover. The one on my left did the same from the other side. Their tongues moved in wet, overlapping strokes while the woman in the center kept bobbing, taking me deeper each time.

The soft, filthy sounds of three mouths working me filled the room.

"Harder," I said.

The center woman moaned around my cock and obeyed, sucking with more force, saliva already starting to spill from the corner of her mouth. One of the others ducked lower and took one of my balls into her mouth, warm and careful, while the third kissed and licked along the shaft in whatever space she could find. The sensation was thick, layered, almost too much. Every nerve felt amplified, whether from the lingering edge of the Pleasure Device or from the dream itself, I couldn't tell.

I watched them without speaking for a while, letting the pleasure build at a controlled pace. When the woman in the center started to slow, I tightened my fingers in her hair and guided her deeper until her nose pressed against my stomach. Her throat fluttered around me. She took it without pulling back, her eyes had started watering, a broken little sound escaped her, vibrating against my cock. I held her there for a few seconds, then let her pull off with a wet gasp.

Spit connected her lower lip to the head of my cock in a thin string. She looked wrecked already and completely unwilling to stop.

"Next," I called out.

The woman on my right took her place at once. She was greedier, less patient, sinking down fast and sucking like she was trying to pull the orgasm out of me by force. I let her work for a minute, then reached down and cupped one of her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft weight of it, thumb dragging across the tight nipple. She moaned around me and pushed her chest into my hand, clearly starving for any contact I would give.

The others didn't stay idle. One moved behind me, pressing her full tits against my back while her hands slid around to stroke my stomach and thighs. Another kissed along my hip. A third simply knelt close and watched with glassy eyes, one hand slipped between her own legs, fingers moving in slow circles as she waited her turn.

I let the second woman suck me until her jaw started to tremble, then pulled her off and guided the third into place. By the time the fourth had taken her turn, my cock was dripping with their spit and my own precum, the shaft flushed dark, the head hypersensitive. The pleasure had built into a thick, steady pressure at the base of my spine. I could have finished in any of their mouths. I didn't.

I stepped back just enough to break their contact.

Several soft sounds of protest rose at once.

"On the bed. All four of you. On your backs. Legs open." I ordered.

They moved instantly, climbing onto the wide mattress and spreading themselves out for me. Four soaked cunts, four pairs of thick thighs parted, four sets of heavy breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.

The women further back in the room made quiet, frustrated noises at being left out, but none of them crossed the invisible line without permission.

"Don't y'all worry. I'm putting in place a plan already." I muttered mostly to myself.

I climbed onto the bed and settled between the first woman's thighs. She was dripping, the inner folds shiny and swollen. I rubbed the head of my cock through her wetness once, twice, coating myself, then pushed in with one long thrust.

She cried out, back arching hard. Her cunt clenched around me in hot, greedy pulses. I didn't give her time to adjust. I hooked my hands under her knees, pushed them higher, and started fucking her in deep, steady strokes that made her full tits bounce with every impact. The wet sound of it filled the chamber. She came within minutes, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing out of her throat as her walls fluttered and squeezed.

I pulled out while she was still twitching and moved to the next woman without pause.

The second one was even wetter. She moaned the second I sank into her and wrapped her legs around my waist like she was trying to keep me there. I fucked her harder than the first, chasing the thick pleasure that kept coiling tighter in my gut. She came with a sharp cry, cunt milking me in strong, rhythmic pulls. I still didn't finish.

By the time I pushed into the third, my control was starting to fray. She felt too good - soft, scorching, shamelessly wet. I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard while I thrust. Her hands flew to my hair and held on. She came apart under me with a long, trembling moan. I moved to the fourth before the aftershocks had even finished.

The fourth woman was shaking with need by the time I reached her. The moment I buried myself inside her she orgasmed, as if the simple fact of being filled was enough.

I fucked her through it and kept going, chasing my own release now with single-minded focus. The wet slap of skin on skin, the broken sounds she made, the way her heavy tits swayed with every thrust, it all stacked on top of the earlier pleasure from their mouths until it finally snapped.

I drove in deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her while her cunt clenched around me in another orgasm of her own. The pleasure rolled through me in heavy waves, denser and longer than usual, as if the dream itself was amplifying it.

I stayed buried inside her for a few long breaths, forehead resting against her collarbone, before I finally pulled out. Cum followed, thick and slow, spilling from her open cunt onto the dark covers.

The four women on the bed lay sprawled and breathing hard, thighs wet, stomachs and breasts marked with sweat and the faint red prints of my hands. The ones still kneeling on the floor stared with open, desperate hunger, clearly hoping I wasn't finished.

I sat back on my heels, my cock still half-hard and glistening, and looked them over with a slow, satisfied breath.

The air in the chamber felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex.

None of the women spoke. They simply watched me, their chests rising and falling, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that hadn't been satisfied yet.

The four on the bed made no effort to close their legs. Cum and slick still marked their thighs, and every small shift of their bodies seemed purposeful, as if they were reminding me what was still on offer. The ones kneeling on the floor leaned forward slightly, hands pressed to their own bare thighs, waiting for any sign that the night was not over.

I dragged my gaze across all of them, taking my time, letting the silence stretch. My pulse was still elevated. My cock twitched once against my thigh, already interested again despite the orgasm I had just pulled out of the last woman. The dream had no intention of letting either of us cool down quickly.

The vision was still holding.

And I was nowhere near done sampling what the System was offering.