Harem: An MFMM Romance Read online

  Whoa, he’s gotta be high on some pain meds right now because “Daddy” is a phrase reserved for the man I decide to meet on a phone app, not the man who admittedly raised me but has always had me call him Al.

  “Al,” I say, hopefully not too sharply. I come forward and give him a hug. Not too tight because I know the accident has him in rough shape. He doesn’t have any cuts on his face so at least there was no face to glass horror in his car accident. “Are you feeling okay?”

  Gah, that’s a stupid question. But, okay, I work in hospitals but I don’t actually do patient work, I handle the business of a hospital. I’m not sure how to ask the person you love that could have died, hey what do I say to you so that you know I care but I don’t sound stupid?

  “I’ll be doing better when I bring down these crackpot fucking doctors! Dumb fucking surgeons!” Al’s whole face turns bright red. If it weren’t just a cartoon thing, I think that actual fucking smoke would come out of his ears.

  “Al, what are you talking about? Are you suing these doctors? What did they do to you?” Maybe the nurse was nervous about these crazy allegations.

  “The lazy fuckers managed to botch my surgery. They’ve got these sterling fucking reputations despite…well, just, fuck! I have to bring them down. They are not just losing their admitting privileges at every Jefferson Medical Holdings hospital, I am going to have their licenses!”

  Okay, fuck. That’s terrible! “Great reputations, huh?” That just really irks me. I hate when people act like one thing but they’re really scum. “Tomorrow, I’ll find some dirt on these surgeons, Al. Let’s focus on you getting some rest.”

  Al looks exhausted. “Thanks, Elodie.” Reluctantly, he leans back against his pillow.

  I try to fluff it for him but in just a few seconds, he’s already snoring.

  After the surgery, he’s probably still kind of out of it. That’s just normal.

  Kissing his forehead, I vow to myself that I’ll get dirt on these shitty surgeons and I’ll help Al get their licenses revoked. I can’t imagine anyone else having to go through thinking that someone they loved could die because of negligence.

  I’ll get all the details tomorrow.

  Tonight, I’m going to get some caffeine, and get some of this stress out of my system.

  Leaving the hospital room, I see that one of the emails I got is my secret passcode to an elite club here in the city.

  I had no idea that I’d get it so quickly, but I guess I really am moving even higher up in the world.

  I pity those that need pharmaceuticals to get rid of their stress each day. I mean, yeah I’ll take some pills for my tension headache, but I prefer my stress relief to come in the form of orgasm donation from a stranger…or two.

  2

  Stefan

  I should be tired after a 16 hour surgery. I’m not, of course, and not just because I’m the cardio god of surgery in this entire state. Whole country, and basically the world, too.

  And it isn’t my love of community service that brings me out to Coeur de la nuit. That’s French for heart of the night…because this club is more than just exclusive. It is pretentious as fuck and all the trappings that come with it.

  Like hot bodied surgeons with eight pack abs and a huge, footlong cock that has made countless women in this city cry out with pleasure so good they got pretty fucking addicted.

  Yeah, I’m not here to do the community a service, even though I am every time I let one of these high society housewives suck my cock until she’s begging for me to stuff her. No, I’m here because after performing a major surgery with the other partners in my firm, I need to be able to wind down.

  What better way to wind down is there than to slip my cock into something warm, wet, and tight and let all the stress and high intensity tension that was in my body flow out of me. And it fucking flows in hot jets of cum that I prefer to spray directly onto the tits of whatever lucky woman I’ve chosen for the night.

  That’s all it is, ladies. One night. The truth is, you can’t handle this cock more than once or you’ll be literally ruined for all other men. If my partners and I decide to fuck you, well, then you probably need to take a nap for a few days and hibernate after how good our cocks were.

  So why have I been out of surgery, and in this club for hours, yet I’ve barely touched my drink and literally nothing is catching my eye.

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” David says, patting my back. I notice that he’s nursing his drink more but he’s also not feeling the vibe tonight. There’s plenty of hot women here – we practically have to shoo them away like flies – but nothing has grabbed us. Or made us want to grab them.

  I spot plenty of pussies I’ve fucked before. Asses, too, if we’re counting that way.

  But that’s what this club is about. It is so exclusive because we don’t allow anyone to share anything that happens here. So we can do anything, anyone, and no one else will know. In a world of tabloids, blackmail, and gossip blogs, the elites in this city – and visiting this city – like knowing an anonymous fuck is just one password away.

  Yet I’m plying myself with my drink at such a glacially slow pace that I’ll be lucky if I take my hand to the restroom and jack myself off. Yeah, I don’t know if I am going to score tonight…even though that’s why I come to Coeur de la nuit.

  I don’t know why I’m so restless. It isn’t like I want more than casual sex, so why can’t I just decide on some ass for the night and then call my driver to get me home? I don’t have to torture myself by staying up any later when I have a shift in not so many hours. In fact, fuck, I’m not even going to bother with this drink because I shouldn’t have another…and I’m barely enjoying this one.

  “I think I might just call it a night, David.” I look at him and he’s still scanning the room but is striking out of candidates all the same.

  “You’ve got a point. That surgery…and that shitstorm after-“

  I cut off David. “I really don’t want to deal with that tonight. That’s the real cockblock-“ But then I see someone that cuts my words right the fuck off.

  Now, I’ve fucked hundreds of hot women. I haven’t sat down and done the math, but it could be thousands by now. I don’t give a shit. Sex is my favorite stress relief, and I’m not about to start turning it into work by counting the women I’ve cum on.

  But this woman? Fuck, her body makes me hold my breath just taking in every delicious, supple curve of her. Her long black hair, straight and begging to be gripped while she’s being fucked? Damn. My cock is rock fucking hard and she’s on the opposite side of the club.

  “Looks like you need some help with that,” a voice purrs and I don’t register it for a second. An admittedly hot chick is trying to commandeer the boner I’ve sprung for the gal who just entered.

  I’m watching my mystery woman push her hair behind her ears and look at the exit, like she’s not sure if she wants to do this, and I forget about the girl in front of me…until she strokes a finger down the length of my cock outlined in my trousers.

  “Hands off, I’m occupied,” I groan at her. Like I know I’m hot, but let’s be real, this is the kind of shit that men do to woman and get reamed for, rightfully so. So maybe she can take a hint and put her hands on someone that wants her to touch them.

  She looks at David and then back at me. “Figures, the hot ones are gay.”

  Wow, so I’m not fucking gay, but let this girl believe what she wants if it makes her go away.

  But it doesn’t. She pulls back her hand but gets up in my face.

  I move so she’s not blocking my view of the raven-haired angel I need to know.

  “Hey, Cindy told me how hard she came when you fucked her, and we’re both members here. You can fuck me while he,” she points to David, “fucks you if you want.”

  I sigh. I don’t remember Cindy. I don’t care who she is, or who this girl is, and I really just want her to go the hell away. “I don’t fuck him,” I point at David now,
“and I’m not fucking you with him, so fuck off.” Harsh I know but I have to say it and really emphasize fuck so she gets the point.

  Sucking her teeth, she scurries off and I’m glad to be rid of her. Damn, you’d think you’d take a hint where you’re not wanted, but her friend Candy or whatever, I know I rocked her world. Still, I’m not in the mood to mess around with anyone but mystery woman. She sees me looking at her, and when we make eye contact, I think that my fucking cock might rip through my slacks. I cool myself and grab a cosmo for her, walking over there at a reasonable pace and maintaining an appropriate, non-stalker amount of eye contact.

  3

  David

  Stefan’s turning down a woman stroking his cock, and I can barely pay attention. I heard a couple of ‘fucks’ directed at her, but not in the way she’s hoping.

  The girl was hot, but it isn’t any real loss. I am about to leave Coeur de la nuit tonight because I just got done standing around monitoring a spine while my partners pieced together some organs. Yeah, most nights that would leave me raring for action, but I’m not feeling it tonight. I’m not feeling anything tonight, and I’ve only just now finished the last of my whisky.

  “Another?” the bartender asks.

  “No, man, I think I just need a taste, but I’m heading out for the night. Take care.” I nod at Artie and leave him a hellacious tip. He works at this joint and the way some of these wealthy pricks tip, you’d think they were broke. Artie’s just a normal guy trying to tend bar and take care of himself, and he’s always good to me.

  Plus, my partners and I run a billion dollar private medical practice and we are wanted all over the world for our specialties.

  I’m the top neurosurgeon.

  Stefan, who is currently wandering off, is the cardiothoracic surgeon.

  Julian is our other partner. He’s the one that is looking around for someone to find out he’s a plastic surgeon and hope they can suck cock good enough for a discount on their next face lift or whatever.

  We come to this pompous fucking night club because we like fucking people without seeing our face on some shitty gossip blog the next day. We do charity work and we have some of the largest pro bono budgets of any doctors, so it is just damned good for business to not get treated like the next sideshow activity. I mean, people know that we fuck a lot.

  I’m 6’4” and I’ve got a face and body like I’m a Greek god. Some women are just plain scared of my cock it is so fucking big and thick. Of course we fuck a lot. But we still prefer the press be about the fact that we’re helping out the community and shit like that. A couple of years back a story broke about the three of us fucking some young heiress type, with a damn picture of us fingering her in a restaurant, and the parents of a very badly burned child told Julian they didn’t want his “sinful fingers” on their daughter.

  Sorry, manslut doesn’t catch.

  Any fucking way, Stefan’s wandered off, and he’s probably going home. I’m thinking I’ll do the same. I tend to just call an Uber but Stefan will have called his driver, and I think I’ll hitch a ride since I’m on my way out of here, too. I know we’re all trying to avoid talking about what happened tonight after that hellish surgery, but we need to talk about it.

  We have to, because when we’re on trial, we won’t get to say that we don’t want to talk about it.

  We need to call our lawyer. We need to talk about what this is gonna do to the business.

  Fuck, the more my brain spirals, the more I wish that I could just find some eager trophy widow that’s looking to get a test drive taken before she gets back on the market and bury my cock in her throat until she can barely breathe and I can barely think.

  Fuck, there’s almost a drop of relief in sight at that thought. My cock twitches to attention at the thought.

  “Thought you were done?” Artie says with a laugh. “You have that wild look in your eye. Ready to drown out the club’s music with some girl riding your dick, David?” Artie waggles his eyebrows jokingly, then puts his hand up in a salute. “Live that good life, man. I haven’t found the right woman to fuck since Lorna died, but you sow those wild oats.” Artie’s smiling with that distant look in his eyes.

  I think about how I never consider settling down…watching the way he seemed so happy, then so sad, at just the thought of losing someone precious? It makes a grade A manslut start to think, is there something missing?

  That’s when I see that Stefan hasn’t left at all. I must have missed the part where he grabbed another drink and headed towards the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Julian’s already headed in that direction. We make eye contact as I head that way.

  We don’t always, but Julian, Stefan, and I like to fuck a girl together. The experience blows a girl’s mind and tends to be a pretty good way to relax after surgery. Sure, there’s nothing relaxing about actually fucking a girl’s brains out, but when we’ve all cum and are done, well, that’s more tranquil than a day spa or some shit. I don’t know, I stick to fucking women and not getting cucumbers on my eyes or whatever the fuck women do at day spas to relax.

  I get closer to this fucking goddess and I can’t believe my eyes. She’s curvy in all the right places, and her eyes are so captivating I can’t hear anything around us. Thank fuck I manage to hear her name and capture the hand she puts out for me to shake. “Elodie,” she says, and she’s blushing.

  “Never seen you here before, Elodie.” I smile at her and watch her fucking melt at the sight. I bet she’s so fucking wet right now. I want to taste just how wet. “My friends, Julian and Stefan, well we like to come here often. Do you know what we like to do?”

  Julian’s smiling so wide that you’d never guess that man just did hours of surgery. He looks ready for anything.

  Including at least an hour of fucking this gorgeous woman, if she’ll have us.

  “I’m guessing you pick up girls,” Elodie says. Her eyes are narrowing and she’s laughing with a slight nervous tone, but I can tell she’s not timid. Just surprised at what I’ve started to insinuate.

  That’s right, Elodie. Me and my two surgeon partners want to fuck you so good that you dream about us when you sleep every night, curling up in your sheets and praying we’ll fuck you again.

  And I have to say. I’m looking at Elodie, and the idea of fucking her more than once doesn’t sound bad at all. It sounds fucking perfect.

  4

  Julian

  When I walked into the nightclub, I was definitely on the prowl for some boring rich bitch to stick my dick in. Boring, because I’m not looking for more than to get off. Yeah, I wanted to get in and get out. But now that I’m talking to Elodie, I forget that I was in a punishingly long surgery that ended with a horrible fucking bout of bullshit me and the guys have to deal with. I forget that I like to fuck and forget. Because my eyes stroll down all the curves of Elodie’s perfect body, and I just want to fuck her again and again.

  When Stefan, David, and I fuck a girl, sometimes she’ll beg for us to do it again when she sees us at the club again. We don’t do repeats because we don’t do relationships. Really, we do fuck women separately, but if we were ever in a relationship, it would have to be with the kind of girl who was down for exactly that.

  Turns out relationship girls and MFMM girls have shown to be generally two different kinds of girls.

  I know that Stefan and David aren’t into relationships, but one look at the way the two of them are looking at Elodie and I fucking know they are reconsidering everything I’ve said about how fucking the same person more than once could actually be a good thing. Now, the random pieces of ass that we’ve had in the past, I don’t give a single fuck about ever having those women again.

  But fucking Elodie once certainly doesn’t seem like it will be enough.

  David shows up and he’s got one thing on his mind – getting Elodie on his cock. He starts implying that we all are interested.

  Oh, she looks back and forth to us
. Aren’t we going to start getting competitive? Don’t we want her to choose?

  We’re world class surgeons and the best at everything we do in our specialties. We’re community leaders that do more than any of the sorry ass government officials and politicians have ever done for the people in this city. We are competitive, sure, about a lot of things.

  But with hot women? Fucking them is better when we share rather than compete.

  “We’d all like to share you, Elodie.” I say because I don’t know if she’s going to ask or try to get David to give more details.

  I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to tease.

  I just fucking want her.

  “Julian, damn, I’m not stupid. I realized when none of you started trying to discredit the competition that you three are like the kinky Chippendales or something.” Elodie drinks more of the cosmo she’s holding and sets it down on a nearby table. “And what makes you think that I’ll fuck any of you, much less all three of you?” Her face gets really serious and I think, fuck, for once in my life I think begging might be in order if she doesn’t feel down with fucking us. MFMM is a lot for a girl to take – every pun intended – but Elodie’s worth plenty of finesse.

  Elodie looks at all of us and busts out laughing. “I didn’t get into this crazy club to do overly normal shit. Just so long as you know that I’m just looking to relieve some stress. I have an early day. So I wanted to be here for the very purpose of a casual encounter. Though I thought two men would be my cap on fun for the evening, and of course I only thought I’d get one.”

  “Well, baby, you can have all three,” I say, leaning closer to her and watching her look down my silk shirt to see the way it hugs my eight pack abs.

  Her eyes keep traveling to the 12 inch cock tenting my trousers. I can’t hide that fucking bulge because being this close to Elodie is practically making my cock hurt. I’ve fucked a lot of sexy women, but none of them even come close to Elodie. She’s funny, she’s hot as hell, and she wants to let all three of us fuck her.