Life was accelerating in ways I never imagined. My bank account had crossed seven figures after a string of flawless investments—appraising undervalued stocks and crypto through their digital footprints, spotting weaknesses in market trends like a predator sensing blood. The ring's overlays guided every move, turning hunches into certainties. My new penthouse overlooked the city skyline, all glass walls and sleek marble, paid for in cash. Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and Mia had practically moved in, their toothbrushes lined up in my bathroom like trophies. Nights blurred into a symphony of moans and slick skin, my thick cock buried deep in one pussy after another, their bodies writhing under me until they collapsed in exhausted bliss.
But I craved more. The ring showed me weaknesses everywhere—opportunities pulsing like veins under skin. That's how I ended up at an exclusive charity gala downtown, invitation forged through Lisa's corporate connections and my appraisal of a lax security guard's boredom. I stepped into the ballroom in a tailored tux, no longer the average nobody. Heads turned subtly; confidence radiated off me now.
That's when I saw her: Victoria Langford, the stunning socialite heiress whose face graced magazine covers. Tall, leggy blonde with porcelain skin, full D-cup breasts straining against her emerald gown, hips swaying with every step in those killer heels. She stood near the bar, sipping champagne, surrounded by fawning men who bored her stiff. I focused the ring: *Victoria Langford – Weakness: Frustration with shallow lovers who can't satisfy her deep cravings for intense, prolonged penetration and multiple orgasms. Secret desire to submit to overwhelming pleasure. Value: Vast family wealth and elite network access.*
My cock twitched in my pants, already thickening at the thought. This wasn't just another conquest—this was a leap upward. I approached smoothly, bypassing the crowd. "Mind if I join you? You look like you could use a real conversation."
Her emerald eyes flicked to me, appraising, then softened with intrigue. "And what makes you think you can provide that?"
We talked for hours—art, business, her frustrations with entitled suitors who finished in minutes and left her aching. I listened, my voice low and commanding, brushing her arm lightly, sending shivers I could feel through the ring's insight. The tension built like a storm: her pupils dilating, thighs pressing together under the table, the faint scent of her arousal mixing with her expensive perfume.
By midnight, she whispered, "Your place. Now."
In the elevator up to my penthouse, the air crackled. I pinned her against the wall—not rough, just firm—my lips crashing onto hers. Her mouth was hot, hungry, tongue dancing with mine as she moaned softly, tasting of champagne and desire. My hands roamed her curves, squeezing her firm ass through the silk gown, feeling her grind against the growing bulge in my pants. "God, you're already so hard," she breathed, her fingers tracing the outline of my thick shaft, eyes widening as she felt its girth straining the fabric.
The doors opened, and my women were waiting—Emily in lace lingerie, Sarah in nothing but a smile, Lisa and Mia lounging on the massive sectional in silk robes that barely concealed their hardened nipples. Victoria hesitated for a split second, but the ring showed her weakness spiking: curiosity and arousal flooding her.
"They're part of this," I murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. "And tonight, you're joining us."
Her breath hitched, but she nodded, lips parted. We stripped her slowly, reverently. The gown pooled at her feet, revealing black lace panties already soaked through, her shaved pussy lips outlined against the damp fabric. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, perfect orbs with pink nipples begging for attention. The room filled with the musky scent of excited women, their eyes hungry on her body.
I guided Victoria to the king-sized bed, laying her back as the others circled like sirens. Emily and Sarah knelt on either side, their soft hands caressing Victoria's thighs, spreading them wide while Lisa kissed her deeply, tongues swirling. Mia latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, drawing a sharp gasp from Victoria as milk-white skin flushed pink.
I stood at the foot, shedding my clothes. My cock sprang free—nine inches of veined thickness, the head glistening with pre-cum, throbbing visibly. Victoria's eyes locked on it, widening with raw need. "Fuck... it's even bigger than I imagined," she whispered hoarsely.
I crawled between her legs, inhaling her scent—sweet, tangy arousal dripping from her folds. My tongue traced her slit slowly, savoring the slick heat, lapping up her juices as she bucked. "Oh god," she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair. I circled her swollen clit, sucking gently, then harder, sliding two fingers into her tight entrance. She was drenched, walls clenching greedily as I curled them against her g-spot.
The others amplified it: Sarah pinching Victoria's other nipple, twisting just enough to make her cry out; Emily grinding her wet pussy against Victoria's hand, guiding her fingers inside. Lisa straddled Victoria's face, lowering her dripping cunt onto those full lips. Victoria licked eagerly, the wet slurping sounds filling the room as Lisa ground down, moaning.
Tension coiled tighter. Victoria's body trembled, her first orgasm crashing like a wave—pussy gushing onto my tongue, thighs quaking around my head as she screamed into Lisa's folds.
But I wasn't done. I rose, positioning my cock at her entrance. The head nudged her slick lips, parting them slowly. Inch by thick inch, I sank in—stretching her impossibly tight walls, feeling every ridge and vein drag against her sensitive inner flesh. "You're splitting me open," she gasped, nails raking my back, but her hips rose to meet me, taking me deeper until I bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass.
I started slow, long strokes that pulled almost out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, juices coating my shaft, dripping down my balls. The scent of sex thickened—sweat, cum, feminine musk. I picked up pace, pounding harder, my girth hitting her cervix with each thrust. "Take it all," I growled, feeling her clench.
She came again, harder—walls pulsing rhythmically, milking my cock as she squirted, soaking the sheets. But my stamina held; I kept driving, relentless. The others took turns: Sarah riding my face while I fucked Victoria, her tangy juices flooding my mouth; Mia and Emily sixty-nining beside us, their moans a chorus.
I flipped Victoria onto her side, spooning behind her, lifting one leg high as I re-entered. This angle let me go deeper, my hand rubbing her clit in furious circles. Lisa and Sarah sucked her nipples in tandem, teeth grazing. Her third orgasm shattered her—body convulsing, screams raw as fresh gushes coated my thrusting cock.
Finally, I felt my release building. "Inside," she begged, voice broken with need. I buried deep, roaring as I erupted—thick ropes of hot cum flooding her womb, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around my shaft.
We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs, bodies slick and spent. Victoria curled against my chest, whispering, "I've never... no one's ever made me feel like that." The ring confirmed it: her loyalty locked in, another addition to my growing harem.
But as the city lights twinkled outside, I knew this was just another step. Bigger worlds awaited—higher society, greater fortunes, more exquisite women with weaknesses begging to be exploited.