Moving to the World of Streamers

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Hey guys! This is the first MASSIVE orgy chapter of this story, featuring everyone we met so far + two more girls!: BrookeAB and Emma Langevin. If you need to check up on what either of them look like so, please do so.

In this story, I have written Emma as a lesbian. However, if you are bold enough, she might consider hopping on your cock every once in a while!

This chapter is absolutely massive! Could have easily been two, but I wanted to make the tenth installment of this story extra special! I hope you enjoy it!

Start of Chapter 10: Party Games with Everyone

You separate from the long-haired streamers soft lips after a long, serene make out session. You wrap your arms around her tanned naked body and pull her in even closer, pressing your body against hers and cuddling her like a squishy teddy bear. You stroke her dyed hair for a bit and eventually give her a final kiss on the cheek, still with your eyes closed.

"We have to get up" you say with a groggy voice.

"noo... five more minutes.." she groans trying to hide her face in your shoulder. A tired grin grows on your face as she snuggles herself into you.

"Come on Rae... the trial is today, we need to get ready"

"postpone it... i wanna sleeeeep...!" she cries out in a very sleepy voice. Her request makes you laugh. "We can't postpone a trial! Come on, this is important. Also, if you don't wake up, I'm just gonna give all my cum to Aria~..." you sing in a teasing tone.

You don't know exactly when Aria woke up, but it was probably a good ten minutes before you did. The sounds of her gagging and the wet feeling of her sloppy blowjob made sure that you would awake in a great mood. By feeling the boobs of the girl still lying next to you, you could deduce that Aria was the one sucking you off this morning with such vigor. Instead of grabbing her head and shoving her down on your throbbing cock you elected to just enjoy it for about ten minutes before starting to wake up Rae with your own mouth.

You were reluctant to let the girls stay over at all at first because the trial starts at nine in the morning, and they would need to dress appropriately for the court room. When you said they could sleep here if they brought their outfits with them, you didn't expect to open the elevator door to the two of them in nothing but matching red lingerie - with enchanting black roses displayed on the fabric - and their suits on a hanger, which each of them would carry on only one finger, posing for you with the other hand on their hips and one of their legs arched, accentuating their curves. After that display it did not take long for the three of you to fuck on every flat, arched or simply existing surface in your apartment. At one point you even rode the elevator down to a lower unit to pound your girlfriend in different flats. Aria insisted it was 'to test the sexual energy of each floor' so she could better decide on which she wanted to move in. After all, you did promise her she could after inviting Emiru as well. Honestly, you think she just wanted an excuse to have you carry her around with your cock buried in her ass.

While you and Aria explored the building you left Rae alone in your home, which was kind of mean but you had just given her her twelfth orgasm of the night and she was lying flat out - mind blank - on the bed. Of course, you wouldn't just leave her completely unattended.

Since the mold of your dick was such a success with Sydney that she kept it for herself, you arranged to produce some more. One shall be given as a housewarming gift to every girl that moves in the skyscraper, and for some you have other ideas in mind. Relevant for this part of the story is that you strapped two of them to a fuck machine, that you then strapped Rae's limp body to. While you were prancing around with Aria's spread legs high in the air and your cock buried deep in her anus, Rae was being continuously pounded by two perfect replicas of your dick. It was really, really beautiful to look at and you almost didn't want to take your eyes off the show, but once Aria started leading you to the elevator on all fours, crawling backwards with only her mouth on your cock and looking up at you with big puppy eyes - her argument became pretty convincing too. Plus, it was kind of funny to think that Rae was just being used by the machine up there and enjoying it. When you asked her about it she answered that she came twice, and once more right when you shoved your dick down her throat to dump a big load into her hungry stomach. She prefers your real cock - which is always nice to hear - but she likes the dildos already much more than any other sex toy she's had so far -

because they're you

. You couldn't help but kiss her after she said that.

When they stood like that in the elevator you knew that it was going to be a long night, and you can't remember where they threw their suits nor how many loads each of their holes got, but you know you came at least once in all of them.

You were up until... too late, and now it is seven and you are really tired. You understand why Rae still wants to sleep and have no idea how Aria can devour your cock with so much energy so early in the morning.

The threat of not receiving her protein shake however does wake up Rae with record speed, and before you know it her mouth is stuck to your balls. Since Aria was already blowing you for probably half an hour and you reminiscing about last night - that combined with Rae's eagerness to drink your load pushes you over the edge. You let the girls know of your impending orgasm and they both do their best ahegao face, sticking out their hungry tongues while continuing to stroke your shaft and tickle your balls.

You erupt in an explosive fashion all over their pretty, mushed together faces, spurting seven or eight lines of cum up in the air and across their heads. They release happy giggles, thankful to receive their reward. Any tiredness that Rae had a few minutes ago seems to have completely evaporated upon tasting your seed. If you drank more energy drinks maybe you could make a case that your cum was full of caffeine, but you haven't drunken a Red Bull in years, so she probably is just really happy to please and see you be pleased.

Upon seeing them work together to lick up all of your sperm you begin to question whether you would even need a shower today, or if they would just lick you clean enough all by themselves. You make a joke about this, but their response is very clear:

"No! You need to fuck us in the shower. We can't go testify without a load in us! Are you insane?" they look at you with serious faces, shocked that you would even suggest such a thing.

Hahhaha they're acting like it's a vital part of their day or something

You laugh to yourself.

"Uuuum ladies, are you forgetting the load you just swallowed?"

"We need one in our pussies... duh" Rae says with an eye roll after taking your head out of her mouth.

"or ass" Aria adds with a wink. You had the feeling she prefers anal over vaginal sex for a while, but you haven't verbally confirmed with her.

"Oh of course, my mistake, how could I forget to properly charge my two lovely girlfriends for such a strenuous day?" you tease them, earning a giggle from your audience.

You all stay in bed together for a longer time than you can realistically spare. The two girls lay naked next to each other between your legs and alternate between licking your cock, kissing each other, making loving eye contact with you and making out some more with your cock in between their mouths.

You know that this is a serious day and that you cannot be late to court, so you prepare to hush the girls out of bed and into the shower to charge up their batteries with your charging cable. Before you do that though, there is one really important thing that you have to tell them, even if you have told them before, you just can't risk them forgetting it.

"Rae, Aria.. I love you both so much, you can't even imagine"

"I love you too" Rae says with a warm, happy smile.

"I love you too" Aria replies at the same time, and their voices overlap like a beautiful choir.

After such an intimate confession you can't help but join in their make out session for another five minutes or so, until you accidentally glance at the clock and panic takes over, so you rush the girls to the bathroom. In all the time you spent with your various lovers, you're not sure if you've ever fucked two girls so vigorously, with such a roughness, speed or drive, all you know is that the smiles they both had when you left the building couldn't be turned upside down by the world ending, and you've never seen them in a better mood.

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You arrive in the courthouse barely on time. All of Sydney's friends are there, either as witnesses or just to support her. Even Emiru came and Poki traveled up from Texas. Everyone is wearing pretty much the same outfit. All the guys are dressed in black suits, yet there are a few dark blue ones present. The ties switch from black to grey or dark blue to match the various outfits, and a white shirt beneath is by far the most popular choice. The girls share a similar look. Some wear normal pantsuits, but especially your girlfriends have elected to come in skirts, eager to show off their legs to you even in this setting. Leslie's skirt is by far the shortest - probably her best attempt to honor her 'you will always have unrestricted access to my pussy' pledge. You hope that she won't get kicked out for a dress code violation. Sydney, due to being the target, is dressed the most modest.

Despite you being the main victim, you have elected to dress against that stigma. Your silver suit and tie stick out amongst the crowd. You look elegant, powerful, and the color scheme gives you a certain gravitas that you always found very useful in business meetings. You reverted back to one of your classic CEO looks for this trial. The way you look and handle yourself instantly demands respect and gives you credibility, an important quality in any courtroom scenario.

Sydney's parents are also here, you have met them once before and share a few words with them, but due to your late arrival there is no time for catching up with anyone before the procedure starts and you all take your assigned seats.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Charles Ramirez!" shouts the bailiff.

The lawyers, witnesses and spectators all stand as a brown-haired man in a black robe enters the room and sits down in the judge's seat. His hair has a medium length for a guy and he doesn't appear to have styled it in any way. His facial expression is blank, you can't really get a read on him.

"You may be seated!" he declares, his voice echoing through the room.

Everyone in the room feels tense as the trial is about to start. At the defendant's table sits Lars Volkov, a man of slim build and dark, enigmatic eyes. He exudes an aura of calculated indifference, a stark contrast to the grave charges levied against him. His attorney, Markus Bennett, a sharp and formidable presence in his own right, sits beside him in silence.

You glance over to them, and an eerie feeling crawls down your spine.

Your lawyer, District Attorney Emilia Cadwell seems confident. She has worked closely with all of you since the incident and has prepared a strong case. She has assured you that the video evidence of the event will lead to a quick conviction. Still, your testimonial as the hero of the moment will be of great importance.

With a commanding voice Judge Ramirez opens the court: "Members of the jury, ladies and gentlemen of the court! We have convened here today to hear the case of the People versus Lars Volkov, who stands accused of the attempted murder of Sydney Parker. We will examine the evidence, hear from witnesses, and deliberate the facts of this case in the pursuit of justice. I implore you to keep an open mind and to weigh the evidence impartially."

Soon the prosecution's star witness, You, is called to the stand to testify. Everyone's eyes are turned to a large screen at the front of the courtroom. A video of the harrowing incident is being played for all to see, its timestamp frozen at the moment of peril, right when you tackled Sydney to the ground. Some blood is visible, the second bullet is just about to hit you. You can feel the phantom pain reemerge in your side watching the display. Instinctively, you grab the place of your former wounds with a painful facial expression. This motion is sure to gain you sympathy from the jury.

After your lawyer is done, the unrehearsed part of the trial begins. "Mister Bennet, the witness is yours to interrogate."

Bennet?

Now, for the first time you hear his last name be spoken. You glance forward at the sign, and the feeling you had before turns out to be true.

Markus Bennet is his lawyer?

Your eyes turn cold and your face loses any sign of emotion as your mind begins to race.

Why did I not change my name

What do you mean why did I not change it?? Like it was my fault that fucker didn't get the documents ready in time! I had no choice!

So they knew I was here all along? Volkov works for them? Did the guy in the van also work for them? Why have they not made a move since? Do they know I have the prototype? Do they want me dead?

You have never met either Lars or Markus in person, but remember looking through the files one of your private investigators gave you, and you recall seeing Mister Bennet amongst them. He's a good lawyer with much experience in criminal cases, however with the amount of evidence and witnesses against his client, no amount of skill could save that man from a prison sentence.

Kind of a waste to use such a talent here.. What is their plan? Probe me?

"Good morning Sir! I hope you are feeling well." He politely greets you.

"Good morning" you play along. "I have to admit, I am not feeling too well sitting across from the man that shot me" you add taking a stab at his defense.

"Well, before we get to that let's talk a bit about your background, shall we? A successful businessman like yourself just leaves behind everything he owns to move to Los Angeles? Why? Would you not agree that this behavior is a bit suspicious?" he questions as if you were the one on trial.

"I left nothing behind. I sold my company. I own nothing related to it anymore, and after that I wanted a fresh start. Take a vacation. Nothing unusual about that. The weather here is much nicer than back home." You calmly respond to his attempt to undermine you.

"I see. That is of course understandable. Just for the record, have you really taken nothing with you across the border?"

..

"No, I have not."

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What was that? He hesitated!

Volkov looks up, paying full attention to your facial expression.

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Huh? Why did he lie?

Rae asks herself.

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You notice the defendant's eyes on you.

Fuck. I shouldn't have thought so long about it. I hacked into the system and removed any records of my baggage. There is no way they could have known I had my bed with me, much less the contents. Did someone talk? I thought about paying them off, but that would have raised suspicion on its own. Why would anyone not want others to know he was importing a bed into the states?

"I see" their attorney responds yet again. "Just one last time, why would you not take a single item with you? Was there nothing that had any sentimental value?" he questions you.

"Objection your Honor! Relevance?" your lawyer finally interjects.

"Sustained. Mister Bennet, I don't see how this has any relevance to the case."

"Apologies your honor. I retract my question."

He then goes on to pose various questions about the events that have unfolded. It is all pretty routine but seems like he is wasting time trying to get you to talk. Nothing he is saying carries any weight to lighten his client's potential sentence, and you are mostly waiting for it to be over. Other people are called to the stand and multiple pieces of evidence, like the gun or the assailant's fake passport are presented, as well as your bloody clothes. After four hours of constant talking, finally a break is announced.

You walk into the hall faster than any of your girls. You stop in the middle of it and take a few deep breaths. The hall is busy. Yours is not the only trial going on today.

Your eyes meet those of a Norwegian looking man in a black suit. You keep his eye contact for a few seconds before walking to the wall opposite of the door you just emerged from and lean against it with your back. You cross your arms and legs and look to the floor.

About half a minute passes before someone leans on the wall beside you, taking up the same position. His suit is touching your upper arm. Neither of you say anything. You are just listening to the muttering, steps and other noises of the courthouse. In the distance you can hear someone scream about being wrongfully convicted.

Slowly, you rise your head and scan the people coming out of the court room. Soon, you spot both Lars Volkov and his attorney. Volkov is apparently making a phone call with a device mounted on the wall. It is a silver box and the black phone itself is strapped to it with a curled black cable. Bennet is looking around in the crowd.

Is he making sure that nobody gets too close?

It is not a long phone call. You count sixty-eight seconds before you abruptly remove your gaze from the two men and leave the wall, stepping forward. Only a moment later Volkov hangs up the phone to talk to his lawyer.

Suddenly you feel two hands wrap themselves around your torso.

"Oh my god! That was so stressful! I hope it's over soon!" Sydney cries exhausted and falls into your chest. You wrap your arms around her and pat her lightly on the head. "I'm sure it will be."

You take one look behind you to see a brunette woman walk by - no one else is to be seen.

After a while more and more of OTV and Friends assemble around the two of you and wild chatter breaks out. Your lawyer pulls you aside for a moment to assure you that everything is going well and the rest is practically just a formality.

She hasn't said anything about the phone incident... very professional. I like that. She would have fared well in my team.

Once she is done talking to you, Rae takes her place. "Hey" she whispers, stepping in close to you. "Why did you lie about your bed? I thought you brought it with you?"

Your eyes widen in shock at the fact that she remembered. You use this expression to your advantage to make your lie more believable. Answering in a hushed voice, leaning down to her, you say: "Fuck! I... I completely forgot.. shit, but.. correcting that now would ruin my credibility. It's not relevant to the case. Let's just not mention it to anyone, okay?"

She nods a little worried, but trusts your judgement.

I don't like lying to her...

After a thirty-minute break the rest of the trial goes over smoothly. Lars Volkov is sentenced to twenty-five years in prison without the possibility of parole. During the sentencing, like during the entire trial, his facial expression barely ever shifts.

Your lawyer leans in and whispers in your ear: "Bennett is most likely going to try to appeal this decision, but I don't believe he will succeed. Congratulations!"

You smile and thank her. Sydney is ecstatic about hearing the news and loudly cheers before you wave her to calm down. You are still in a courtroom after all.

As you walk out of the building Rae and Leslie come up beside you. Leslie is looking at her phone checking the time before perking up and lightly slapping your arm. "Hey great! We still have a few hours before Brooke's party! Wanna hang out?"