Philanthropy Part Five: End Game

By Lana Ocean

Philanthropy: /fəˈlanTHrəpē/ noun: the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes. Example "He acquired a considerable fortune and was noted for his philanthropy"

Peter Chase is a self-made billionaire, and a selfish prick most of the time. Then he mouths off to the wrong people and gets pulled into legal jeopardy. Just how far can he push buttons until he suffers the consequences?

This is the final part of the five-part five star highly rated erotic Philanthropy series.

These Explicit Stories Are For Adults (18+) Only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Ocean
• Release date: Aug 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781777618162

Lana Ocean

LANA OCEAN is an award-winning author of fiction in another genre. Erotic fiction started as a lark, and then suddenly she had written thousands and thousands of words.She has compiled many erotic stories over the years and published them using Literotica.com under the name Estcher. She is using a pseudonym because she wants to protect her true identity. Erotic fiction is not something you can brag about at cocktail parties.Lana proudly lives in Canada.Connect with Lana Ocean:EMAIL: [e-mail]

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Philanthropy

Part Five: End Game

Titles by Lana Ocean

Collected Works

Volume One

Volume Two

Spell Casters Series

The Coming of the Spell Caster

The Schooling of the Spell Caster (coming 2021)

The Rise of the Spell Caster (coming 2021)

Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

Part Two: Building the Case

Part Three: Reaction and Action

Part Four: The Offensive

Part Five: End Game

LANA OCEAN

Philanthropy

Part Five: End Game

Philanthropy Part Five: End Game

by lana ocean

Copyright © 2021

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Philanthropy

Part Five: End Game

Philanthropy

Part Five: End Game

Imani had just left my condo leaving only her scent behind and I wandered back into my bedroom. I stopped and stared at the beautiful scene before me. The duvet and sheets on my bed were in complete disarray and exposed my two wonderful girls, Amanda and Dana, in their most wonderful places.

Amanda was awake and was watching me over the rise of Dana’s right breast and nipple. Lower down her luscious ass cheeks were poking free of the tangle of sheets. Dana was on her back and snoring softly. Her torso and abdomen were exposed, but the sheets barely covered her pussy and hinted at the hidden treasure. Amanda was lying mostly on her side with her head inside the arm of Dana, with most of her face hidden. Her view to the doorway meant looking past Dana’s glorious breasts. She watched me like a hawk eyeing its prey. Or a cat ready to pounce. I glanced at her ass to see if it was shaking back and forth.

I got one more shot in me, want it? I asked her and disrobed.

She smiled and nodded.

Good. I want you to move in with me. Permanently. That be okay?

Her eyes went a little wide and watery. She nodded.

Perfect. I kind of want to fuck you doggy style with your pussy right over Dana’s sleeping face. When she wakes up, she’s in for an eye full.

Amanda’s eyes crinkled and I knew she was smiling. She lifted her head a little and saw her teeth grinning at me. She spoke in a whisper. Your cock needs some attention first. It looks all deflated and sad. Come here and let me warm it up.

I approached the bed and Amanda carefully extricated herself from Dana and then slid down the bed and lay on her back. She pushed with her feet until her head lay over the edge of the bed.

Amanda pointed at her mouth. Right here.

I straddled her face and placed my semi-hard cock into her waiting mouth. Amanda rarely did this, and I admit it was sending excited thoughts through my head. Amanda closed her lips around my shaft and sucked gently, drawing more of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and my cock grew harder and elongated into her mouth and throat. Her hands reached around me and grabbed my ass cheeks and held me in place. I held still and felt her tap on my ass, and I pulled back. She drew in air and then lifted her head to push more cock into her mouth and throat.

We settled into a routine and I watched Amanda’s breasts jiggle and wiggle. Her knees were drawn up and to the side, hiding her pussy from view. Her hands on my ass pulled me deeper and soon I was fucking her throat, gently and slowly. She would tap me for air, and I would withdraw for a moment. It was sensual and erotic. It was my cock and her mouth, and she loved it just as much as me.

Now and then, I would withdraw completely and place my balls on her mouth. I would stroke my cock, slick with her saliva, while she basted my balls with loving licks with her broad tongue. When her spit started to dry, I would return my cock to her warm, wet mouth.

I was ready to fuck Amanda and said so. She shook her head and kept at it. Unable to speak she just kept sucking and deep throating me and I felt my cum rise in volume inside me and demand release.

Amanda, I’m going to cum… I warned her.

She nodded her head a little and started to suck harder. I gave her air and then she drove me deep in her throat and swallowed around my shaft and cock head. My cum surged and I basked in the powerful sensation of my ejaculate shooting down Amanda’s throat. She hummed around my orgasm and drove my cock harder into her throat and swallowed all that I gave her. Which, after hours of fucking two women, wasn’t much. It still felt fantastic. Ten out of ten, I would do it again.

She tapped my ass, and I withdrew completely from her mouth. She rolled over and then licked at my shrinking cock. Drawing out my remaining cum and generally just enjoying herself. She swallowed and coughed a little.

A little down the windpipe. Out of practice. But that was fun, she purred. I didn’t want to wake Dana. Let her rest, the poor thing.

Hungry? I asked her.

She popped my cock free of her mouth and nodded. Yeah, starving. And thirsty!

I held out my hand and helped her off the bed when she grasped it. I pulled her into an embrace and lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed. My hands roamed and stroked her back, ass, and shoulders. She melted into my arms and for a time it was just her and I in the world.

Let’s have a nice breakfast, you and I, I said and wrapped my arm around her waist and led her to the kitchen.

She made us wear robes and reminded me about Brad, who lived two bedrooms down.

I kept forgetting about Brad. He was about intrusive as a fart in a windstorm. I missed Shanti. She would probably be in my other arm right about now.

Amanda helped me into the kitchen. She was really starting to fit in with me in the kitchen. She stayed out of the way and helped in areas without having to be asked. I felt it was like a dance where your partner knows all the right moves. We were in step and I really enjoyed it. Soon we were sitting in the sunroom, already warm with the morning sun against the cool Fall air outside. We nibbled on fresh fruit and scones with jam and Devonshire clotted cream and ruined it all with hot coffee. It needed tea, but we needed the caffeine more.

She lay against me, sitting up with her legs tucked under her and covered by her robe. She had one hand inside my robe and played with my cock. This forced me to have to feed her, which she truly enjoyed. It was a win-win, in my books.

This is nice, she said. I love this afterglow with you. I could get used to it.

It is nice. Better than nice.

We sat in silence, enjoying our food, when she pressed a little harder against me. Are you going to be okay with me moving in? And for how long? Should I be moving my things in here? she asked, and I could hear the trepidation in her voice.

I haven’t given it much thought, I answered as honestly as I could. When it had occurred to me this morning, it was kind of me just opening my mouth without giving it too much thought. Now that I thought about it, I worried Amanda would misunderstand my intentions. I want you close to me. This thing with the Carvers is really serious. Here I can watch over you. Keep you safe. I won’t have to worry about you. I can’t go through what happened to you, again. I’m not strong enough.

Amanda said nothing. She sipped her coffee and idly played with my cock, which was done for the next little while. It stayed soft in her hands, and I know she adored that. You said permanently…

I had. I had meant for a much longer time than normal. Not forever. Amanda would often stay with me for days and days and then disappear back into her own world. Months would pass and she would reappear at my door. When she was here, she kept to herself. I would forget she was there, and she would surprise me