Upon returning to my bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Amber splayed out on the bed completely nude with her hair spun into a light pink towel atop her head. The aromatic smell of soap and shampoo hung heavily in the air and combined with the smokey aroma of the half-smoked cigarette between Ambers fingers. Aside from being completely nude, she was also nodding off and feeling the effects of the heroin that had been in the syringe that now laid empty on the bedside table.
I almost cursed myself for emptying my balls into Kayla just moments before, preventing me from taking advantage of this wonderful vision in the way that I would want.
"Hey baby," came the slow, spaced out words of my doped-up wife.
I smiled, loving the sound of her words as they were run through the filter of her intense intoxication.
"Hi darling, starting the party early today, huh?" I teased.
She smiled and she tried focusing on me from the bed, her gaze unfocused and fighting against a bit of a tendency to go cockeyed when she was incredibly fucked up—a wrinkle that I enjoyed immensely. In fact, anything that I could detect through any sense that indicated a woman was under the influence of a substance was highly arousing to me.
"I got all fucked up for you baby, but you kept me waiting," she pouted, bringing a shaky hand up to her lips for a drag on her cigarette.
"Sorry honey, Kayla and I had a bit of an encounter in the kitchen," I replied with a smirk.
Even through the affect-numbing power of the heroin I could see Amber's look of surprise and intrigue at my words.
"What kind of encounter?" she asked.
I smiled deviously in her direction, wanting to savor this feeling of surprising
her
for once. In response, she did her best to look scrutinizing but was betrayed by her right eye drifting cockeyed.
"The
sexual
kind," I teased, wanting to drag this out a little longer.
With her wandering eye still cockeyed and her hand shakily bringing her cigarette up to her mouth she smiled back at me, clearly impressed. Even as fucked up as she was, she was still plenty capable of snapping a monstrous ball of smoke from her puckered lips in violent, sexy fashion.
I walked the rest of the way to the bed and sat next to her, caressing her recently shaven and silky-smooth bare legs while I gazed at her lovingly.
"And I thought that
I
worked fast," she mused to herself through a thick, lazy exhale of smoke that cascaded from her thick lips through measured breaths.
I didn't quite know what to say so instead I just leaned in and kissed her softly, the remaining contents of her lungs being fed to me through nibbling kisses.
After pulling back I noticed once more that Amber had an emphasized look of childish pouting on her face, puckering her full lips and puffing out her cheeks in a display of lighthearted disappointment.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked softly.
"I'm stoned and horny, but that little slut already got to you," she explained in an uncharacteristically whiny way that reminded me of a small child who'd had their request for dessert rebuffed.
I smiled at her childishness, enjoying the feeling of being in demand by three gorgeous women under the same roof, at the same time.
"Just because I got off, doesn't mean I can't get
you
off too," I explained as I began adjusting my position on the bed.
As Amber watched me her look of pouting began to morph into a smile and then appreciation. By the time I'd positioned myself on my stomach between her legs she'd become quite aware of what was coming next and by the looks of it—was quite pleased.
"I love you," she cooed, whatever trace of disappointment long gone.
"I love you, too," I replied as my mouth approached her perfectly shaven cunt.
I wasted no time, knowing she was probably quite desperate to cum as she'd waited for me while I was busy planting my seed in Kayla. I took her clit into my mouth and began licking in long, slow strokes with perfect rhythm. I would never consider myself some amazing cocksmith, although the women in my life might disagree, but I could admit to my proficiency with eating pussy.
The truth was I enjoyed giving pleasure and seeing it manifest on a woman's face. The same kink that had developed into my love for sluts, junkies, and chain-smokers gave me enjoyment at seeing my tongue bring a woman to climax.
Amber fumbled with her pack of Newport 100's on the bedside table and eventually shook one out and placed it between her lips. She clutched at the yellow Bic lighter and flicked it to life, torching the end of the cigarette and collapsing her cheeks in hungry anticipation of having her needy lungs filled with thick, mentholated smoke. Her powerful drag concluded with her trademark ball snap inhale and violent inhalation, pulling the smoke as deeply into her lungs as she was able before trapping it there.
The pace and pressure of my tongue on her clit increased and she seemed to hold her breath in an even more prolonged manner than she was accustomed. I did my best to strain my eyes up to watch her as she finally gasped and exhaled the contents of her lungs, which resulted in the faintest whisps of smoke being allowed to escape. My balls ached at the hotness of seeing her absorb all that smoke but failed to stir my recently exercised unit from its slumber.
"I'm going to destroy her," Amber panted as she approached orgasm.
I knew I didn't have to respond as it was in an effort to enhance her own orgasm that she was voicing her darkest intentions aloud.
"Turn... her... into a little... junkie slut...," she continued before her orgasm swept through her.
She moaned uninhibitedly as she came in my mouth, the heat and wetness of her box increasing and dripping into my mouth. I lapped up her juices greedily and continued suckling and licking her clit which she tried to push away as the sensitivity of her anatomy made it increasingly uncomfortable. I fought against her for a few more moments before allowing her reprieve, which she graciously accepted.
I remained on my stomach and watched her panting breaths begin to subside as she pulled on her cigarette powerfully and popped another ball of smoke into her lungs with satisfaction. After a few moments she pursed her thick lips sensually and exhaled a long stream of smoke up toward the ceiling in an impressive display of lung capacity.
"How was that?" I asked playfully.
Her lips curled into a smile, and she crooked her neck to the side to look down at me.
"You know it was good, don't look so pleased with yourself," she teased.
I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, knowing that I was probably going to have to tend to the needs of all three of these women and wondering how I was going to accomplish it.
"What's so funny?" she asked, noticing me enjoying some sort of inside joke.
