Harem app-Chapter 124: A sex cruise

After humiliating that useless man, I quickly left the room and made my way out of that place, ignoring the calls from other women who had apparently witnessed the whole scene and seemed eager to have a chance with me as well.

However, just as I was about to leave, the first prostitute I had fucked managed to cling to me.

She quickly handed me a card, saying it had her number on it. She simply told me I could call her if I ever needed anything and added that I would make an excellent prostitute myself, an offer I immediately refused.

I had no interest in fucking women who did it for money.

Still, thinking that the contact might be useful someday, I slipped the card into my pocket.

Then, I swiftly made my way through the party until I found Charlotte, her eyes filled with desire, though she was so drunk she could barely stand.

I considered spending some time dancing with her, but the truth was, I needed to hurry. I didn’t want Marc to find me after what had happened in that room.

Besides, the milf’s ride out of that hellhole was already waiting for us, so delaying any longer would have been unfair.

So, I helped Charlotte to her feet. I asked one of the women I had flirted with for a ride, and she immediately agreed, to which I responded with a playful smack on her ass.

Charlotte, who was already in another world, seemed to get a little jealous and murmured that I should pay more attention to my "mommy." Then she pressed her perfect milf body against mine.

She continued to murmur erotic things about how I should humiliate her husband and take her for myself.

If I had a little more time, I would have torn her clothes off and fucked her right there, but that wasn’t the case. Besides, it would be better if my first time with her wasn’t when she was completely drunk.

Anyway, I grabbed her ass, which made her happy, and dragged her to the car. Then we headed to the port area of the city. More specifically, the part where the rich people’s yachts were docked.

I said goodbye to my ride and walked to the meeting point I had arranged. Soon, I found the place I needed.

"You finally showed up," the woman in front of me flashed a big smile.

Behind her, I could see a large white boat with flashy lighting. However, even more than the boat, what caught my attention the moment I arrived at the meeting point was the presence of a man standing next to her.

"Oh! You must be wondering who he is, right?" the girl smiled pervertedly. "Well, why don’t you introduce yourself, honey?"

I was genuinely very surprised to find out that the man was her husband. Even more so when she was wearing such a perverted outfit and had a shamelessly flirtatious look in her eyes.

And my surprise grew even greater when she jumped toward me, taking my lips in a perverted kiss.

"I’m what they call a cuckold," the man said before I could ask him anything.

It wasn’t like I had never heard the term before, but I was still surprised that someone like that actually existed. And I found it even more bizarre to notice how he had an excited look as he stared at me.

Honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about being watched while having sex. But I would definitely prefer, if it were to happen, that he did it through a camera or something. Because having a man stare at me with so much desire gave me chills.

Even though he clearly wasn’t gay or anything like that, it was still uncomfortable. Besides, it wasn’t like I planned to fuck that slut many more times. I still had to reward her for her help, but I had no interest in her beyond that.

"If you’d like, you can join my wife on the trip. To be honest, I have more than one wife. As well as sexual servants who work for me. Some of them are even virgins. And if you’re really as big and good in bed as my wife said, I’d love to introduce you to them."

With a voice full of interest, he continued speaking, proposing that I travel with her, along with some of his other wives. He would fill the ship with cameras and pay me a large sum of money if I agreed.

That said, I had other things I needed to do. And as tempting as the offer might be, I couldn’t just accept it and leave my women alone for a long time.

On the other hand, I would never agree to let that man watch me having sex with one of my women. Random prostitutes were one thing, but the girls I had grown fond of were another.

Taking all of this into consideration, I had to decline the offer.

"I understand, but even if it’s just for tonight, I’d love to see..." He continued insisting.

Luckily, his wife shut him up, saying, "That’s enough, honey. If you keep this up, you’re going to annoy the best cock I’ve ever known!" Her irritated tone and killer look finally made the man give up.

Still, I could see a certain pleasure in his eyes as he was scolded like that. Which sent another shiver down my spine, thinking about how strange that man was.

"Sorry about that, but remember, you can always call me when you want someone to have sex with. And if you don’t want him watching or recording, that’s fine," she said in a perverted tone.

Then she suggested I should have her main cell phone number. Apparently, rich people had more than one phone.

In her case, she divided her devices as follows: one for work, one for friends, and one that was supposed to be only for her husband and close family, like her father and mother. That said, she made an exception just for me.

Obviously, that was the phone she always kept with notifications on, so she could respond quickly to messages from the few people who had that number. That way, she could react quickly to any emergency.

"There," she said after saving her contact in my phone. "Now, whenever you want to talk to me, I’ll know immediately."

She said, then walked away, heading toward the large boat behind her. Meanwhile, I turned my attention to the smartphone in front of me. Since I couldn’t remember her name, I intended to see how she had saved her own contact, hoping to find out her name.

That said, I was caught off guard when I discovered she had saved her name as ’Convenient Hole.’

Noticing my surprise as I looked at the phone screen, the woman smiled perversely and said:

"Don’t worry, you don’t need to know my name. Just call me when you need an easy pussy, or some money."

Meanwhile, Charlotte, who was almost passing out from the amount of alcohol she had consumed, didn’t seem to find anything strange about the conversation. She probably hadn’t even understood everything.

Still, she approached me, pouting and leaning in close. Then she complained that I should also kiss my mommy, since we were going to say goodbye. Next, she guided my hand to her large breasts while sensually capturing my lips.

After a brief kiss, I helped her get to the boat. I took her phone for a moment and sent a message to her husband, explaining the situation.

As an excuse for her sudden departure, I said it was a last-minute invitation because one of the women who was supposed to go on the trip had fallen ill, and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

I didn’t know if Marc would believe it or not, but I also didn’t care much. After all, I planned to destroy that man before she returned from her trip. So I decided to head back to his house, as Amelia had probably been waiting for me there for a long time.

I called an Uber to take me back, and in no time, I arrived at the condominium. Then I headed to Charlotte’s house, and as I approached, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Marc’s car parked at the entrance.

He shouldn’t have been there. At least not this early. Charlotte had told me he always took days to return home, so why had he suddenly decided to come back sooner?

A knot formed in my stomach as my mind raced through all the possibilities. What if he had found out something? What if something had happened to Amelia? That last thought made my blood boil. If he had done something to her, I would definitely end up in prison, and he in a coffin.

Feeling my blood boil, I ran, and upon noticing the door was locked, I kicked it hard, forcing it open.

Then I stormed into the house furiously, trying to figure out what had happened inside, only to find a chaotic scene. Furniture was overturned, objects were scattered everywhere, and I even found a broken lamp lying around.

My heart pounded even harder, dreading what might have happened inside. Without hesitation, I sprinted, desperately searching for Amelia.

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