Being Late Never Worked Out Better! (Patreon)

And here we have another short, simple story that pretty much stands entirely on it's own without any explanation. I hope y'all enjoy!

As soon as the elevator doors opened Bryce stepped inside, his eyes glued to the endless line of messages his boss was sending him and his hands filled with all the paperwork he'd spent an entire weekend working on. He didn't even wait to see if anyone was getting off nor did he notice if anyone else was getting on, he just hurried inside and did his best to type out a response before he got yelled at for something else. Little did he realize he'd just stepped into perhaps the most dangerous place he'd ever been in his young life. At least if one were afraid of three sexually voracious goth girls grinning at him like a piece of meat the moment they laid eyes on him. Even distracted as he was he could feel them looking his way and when he finally glanced up from his work to figure out why the hairs on the back of his neck were rising he found himself surrounded by three of the most beautiful yet frightening women he'd ever come across. All three were dressed in black, ripped clothes with dark makeup, countless piercings and the sort of dark makeup that made their pale skin glow. But more importantly all three of them were looking at him like wolves about to tear apart their hapless prey. And with two flanking him and the third standing so close he had to hug his paperwork against his chest prey was exactly the right word. Bryce swallowed past the lump in his throat as he looked at each woman in turn with a nervous grin. As the one in front of him stepped a little bit closer he tried to recoil only to be stopped by the wall of the elevator. His inability to pull away didn't stop her from moving in closer, it didn't stop anyone of them from moving in closer. Though he tried to shrink inwards and maybe disappear he could only shy away for so long before their bodies were brushing against his own and the smell of their perfume clouded his nostrils. Lightheaded and more than a little terrified he stared at the woman in front of him for a few more tense moments before a flicker of recognition passed through him and he blurted out the only thing he'd manage to say for a good while.

“A-Aren't you Mr. Collins' daughter?”

A lascivious grin and soft laugh was the only answer he had before several things happened in quick succession and he completely stopped caring about who she might've been. The girl to his right suddenly pressed the emergency stop button, the girl to his right undid his belt with incredible ease, and the one standing in front of him dropped to her knees. As she sank down her fingers hooked into his slacks and yanked them past his knees. Before Bryce could even gasp he was standing with his pants around his ankles and three beautiful women surrounding him. By the time he was sucking in a ragged breath and staring down at the goth chick beneath him his cock was already in her hands and his boxers had joined the rest of his discarded clothing. His mind barely processed how absurd his predicament was or how amazingly soft her fingers felt around his prick before he enjoyed something a thousand times better: the warm, wet confines of her mouth. Wrapping her lips around his cock without a second's hesitation she stared deep into his eyes as she inhaled all eight and half inches of his rather thick member like it was nothing. Bryce's dick just vanished into her mouth in a single smooth motion and around the same time he felt his balls resting against her chin his brain was only just starting to catch up to everything else that'd happened before. He didn't even hear the wet squelch and messy gurgling that accompanied her effortless blowjob, or the soft moans of the women on either side as they knelt down a moment or two later.

When she pulled back a second later he watched his spit covered shaft emerge from her lips and just about fainted from the sheer absurdity of it all. Clutching his paperwork as tightly as he could and sucking in a ragged breath he tried to calm himself down, he tried to make some sense of what was happening and why it'd happened to him. But no explanation could or would make sense of how he'd ended up getting a blowjob from his boss' daughter. Nor how or why the other two women accompanying her leaned in to kiss and suck and slobber over the rest of his cock and balls like it was their sole purpose in life. About the best he could come up with as he felt two separate people tonguing his sack and worshiping his shaft was that he'd somehow died and gone to heaven. It certainly explained the absolutely incomparable feeling of their lips against him. Inexperienced as he was he truly had nothing to compare their efforts to but as he watched them plant countless black lipstick marks all over his prick and sack it was hard to imagine anything being better. Especially as the girl fellating him pulled back just far enough for her companions to really enjoy the rest of his cock all while keeping her own lips wrapped firmly around his tip and her tongue constantly in motion as he leaked precum into her mouth. If she had any problems at all with the amount of spunk dribbling from his prick with every wild twitch she certainly didn't show it. If anything she seemed to love it, the gleam in her eyes and the sloppy way she gulped most of it down while letting plenty dribble out of the corners of her mouth to stain her clothes was difficult to read any other way. Not that he spent much time trying do decipher what any of them were feeling or even what any of them wanted. Just about all of his available focus was dedicated solely to lasting as long as humanly possible.

Both to prolong the amazing feelings he was being subjected to and in some strange effort to prove himself to a trio of cock hungry strangers as if they were going to judge him. Every unappealing, mood killing, thoroughly non sexual thing he could imagine flitted through his head faster than he could process all while the two women on either side of him took turns sucking on his balls and kissing his shaft while the their slobbered over his tip. Of course it didn't matter one bit what he thought of or how hard he tried to keep himself from cumming, nothing in the world could stop the pleasure from washing over him. If the doors had suddenly swung open to reveal his boss, his mother, and his grandmother he still would've emptied his balls all over the three goth chicks kneeling around him. But thankfully not before each of them had a chance to throat his dick and trade off duties like the best, and most perverted shift rotation imaginable. At first he thought the one sucking on his tip might actually be letting up for a moment when she suddenly pulled back and let go with a noisy pop. When the girl to his left did the same, her lips vanishing from his sack in a similar fashion he felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. A moment later he went right back to amazement as they two switched places while the third lavished his prick with attention as they did.

Having their way with him in every sense of the word all three women slobbered over his balls, throated his cock, and lavished kisses on every inch of skin they could reach for what felt like hours on end. Though it couldn't have been more than a few minutes in reality experienced three dramatically different blowjobs and a near constant worship of his balls was a never ending joy for Bryce, particularly in the wake of the last few months. While the first girl had been slower and more seductive in her movements the second wasted no time bobbing up and down his prick as fast as humanly possible. The wet squelch of her mouth being violated and the throaty gurgle of her esophagus clamping around his dick was absolutely incredible. In no small part because of how messy her every slightest movement was and how amazing she looked with precum and spit drooling down her chin and clinging to her cheeks. Though having two other women happily sucking on his balls and caressing his trembling thighs added a whole different dimension to an already earth shattering experience. More than content to let their partner have free reign over his prick the other two sank down even lower to work his sack and leave countless more lipstick marks all over his loins, his thighs, and even some parts of his stomach as they went absolutely wild. And when it came time for the last of the three to have her way with his dick she caught him completely off guard by slamming herself down onto his shaft and holding herself there.

Even as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body started to shake and shudder from the convulsions tearing through her she refused to pull back. Her throat spasmed around his length and every time a wild shiver spread through her limbs he felt her inner walls tighten like nothing he'd experienced. Huge strands of spit and precum oozed from her lips and wet, sputtering gags filled the air within seconds of her turn beginning. Yet no matter how viscerally she might've reacted Bryce seemed to be the only one concerned for her well being. Not even the woman gagging and choking on his length appeared to give a damn. The two slurping on his balls certainly didn't pay any of the downright worrying sounds any mind. They just kept licking and tasting his sack and moaning with every ragged breath while their friend seemingly choked to death on his prick. Thankfully she didn't quite take it that far and after a good twenty or thirty seconds of splattering both his waist and her companions in a lurid mixture of sperm and spittle she finally pulled back. Not far enough to completely let go of his prick but certainly far enough to allow her friends to turn their sights towards the rest of his shaft while they cupped and fondled his balls. Without any complaints at all or even any acknowledgment of how lewd they were being both women slurped up the messy torrent left in their companion's wake only to replace it with their own mess shortly afterwards. Their enthusiastically wet slurping filled the elevator and drowned out every other sound except their even more lascivious moans.

None of the feverish gasps and half formed grunts Bryce made came close to piercing the cacophony and no amount of attempts to warn them how close he was to cumming seemed to have any effect. And the longer they continued to run their soft tongues along his dick and plant kiss after kiss across his flesh the harder it was to articulate his thoughts. Soon enough he didn't have any thoughts at all as his mind went black and his eyes shut tight.  Any warnings he tried to give simply died in his throat and all he could do was hole on for dear life while they continued to lavish his cock with attention. The first of the three took over sucking his cock and gulping down his precum a few moments later but he barely noticed the difference among all the other pleasures. But there was little chance they didn't notice the difference in him. Bucking his hips and groaning until he couldn't breathe Bryce struggled until the very last second to hold back his eruption. Even while his prick throbbed with uncontrollable desire and huge spurts of precum oozed forth with every pulse some part of him tried to hold back for just a little while longer. His efforts were every bit as fruitless as before and within a few seconds of trying to stop it from happening one last time cum erupted from his cock in a sudden, massive jet. He groaned louder than he'd ever groaned in his life, he groaned until his lungs were empty and he felt lightheaded. He groaned like a wild animal crying out in pain. And he continued to groan over and over again as fifteen seconds of pure heaven washed over him like a tidal wave.

Pulling back just as the first of his loads exploded from his cock all three goth girls pressed their cheeks together and opened their mouths wide. His cum splashed across their face, some falling on their greedily outstretched tongues but most of it soaking their faces like icing on a cake. All three women moaned every bit as excitedly as Bryce, their cheeks flushed bright red as they leaned in waited for each messy spurt to coat them just a little bit more. None of them flinched even a little bit despite their eyes being closed and despite how much jizz he actually managed to produce. They inched closer and closer with every passing moment, their hands massaging his balls and coaxing out as much spunk as they could get. When they weren't stroking his spit coated dick for much the same reason. And they were richly rewarded with a genuinely impressive amount of jizz as he well and truly emptied his sack all over them, weeks of pent up frustrations and sexless nights all coming to a head as he sprayed cum across their still somehow intimidating features. Despite being one guy and despite not possessing some kind of superhuman libido he still managed to leave their mouths flooded with a good helping of warm, bitter sperm and most of their faces dripping with at least a few ropey strands to enjoy. Although by no means an inhuman amount when he finally managed to open his eyes and see what he'd done Bryce was more than a little stunned by the sight of three beautiful goth women wearing his cum like a badge of honor as they slowly stood up. Each one swallowed the loads in their mouth but made no move to wipe away the spunk clinging to their face, soaking their hair, and dripping from their chins or jaws.

In fact they seemed to forget all about it as they turned away from him and started up the elevator once more. Bryce tried to say something but his voice utterly failed him. A moment later his legs did the same and he slid down to the floor in a heap. When the elevator doors opened all three of the women stepped off, each one smiling back at him but only Mr. Collins daughter saying, “You'd better hurry up Mr. Tanner, my Dad hates to be kept waiting . . .”

The doors shut before he could say anything and for the first time since picking them up that morning he dropped the paperwork in his hands as he said, “What the fuck was that?”