I Tame Beauties and MILFs

The rest of the day unfolded in a haze of raw indulgence and pleasure.

The second escort arrived precisely on time. This time the lady was a tall, long-legged brunette with toned legs and perky breasts. Edward took his time with her, fucking her across the bed and against the large windows overlooking the city. She came nine times and swallowed two loads, leaving the apartment with shaky legs and a dreamy smile.

The third was a fiery redhead with freckles across her chest and an extremely vocal personality. She loved being spanked and degraded, which Edward found amazing and indulged himself. Edward fucked her over the couch and railed her so hard the neighbors might have heard her screaming. She left with $65,000 added to his balance.

The fourth and final escort of the night was a stunning ebony beauty with an incredible hourglass figure and the tightest pussy he’d experienced that day. She rode him with surprising stamina and begged for multiple creampies. She made him cum the most, four whole times, while she kept experiencing quivering orgasms. By the time she left just after 11 PM, Edward was spent but deeply satisfied.

He collapsed on the large couch wearing only black shorts, his muscular torso still slightly glistening with sweat. With a tired but pleased sigh, he opened the system interface to check his earnings.

Tiffany had been an absolute jackpot earlier. The other three escorts added a combined total of $185,000. After subtracting the fees he paid them, Edward’s net profit for the entire day was massive.

His current balance displayed a total of $565,000! It seemed he must have completed some additional tasks along the line, but he was too tired to search through the bunch of messages.

Edward stared at the number for a long moment, then let out a low, disbelieving whistle. A wide, satisfied grin spread across his face.

"This power is actually broken..."

Before he could fully process the insane growth of his wealth, his phone vibrated on the coffee table. Picking it up, he saw it was a new message from Tiffany. They had exchanged contacts before she left, and he saved hers.

Reading her message, Edward couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, rubbing his dick a little. -Hey Edward... I honestly can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been touching myself for the last hour just remembering how you fucked me. I’ve never cum that many times in my life. I feel so empty without your cock right now. I shouldn’t have even taken the money. It feels wrong. I’ll make it up to you next time, I swear. I want to be good for you.-

Edward was still reading when another message popped up immediately after.

-Also... I mentioned you to my aunt. I told her I met someone incredible. She’s very interested in meeting you. She’s free this Friday evening. Are you available?-

It was currently Wednesday night. Edward considered it for only a few seconds before typing back. -Friday works for me. Set it up.-

-Oh my god, really?! I’ll let her know right now. She’s going to love you. Thank you so much.- She added an emoji with a smiley face covered with hearts.

Their conversation continued for a while. Tiffany was clearly still riding an emotional and sexual high. She sent flirty, slightly needy messages, hinting at how addicted she already felt. Edward replied in kind, but thing extra, but enough to entertain her.

As he was typing a reply, his phone suddenly rang. It was Maya calling.

Edward answered with a relaxed tone. "Hey."

"Edward..." Maya’s voice sounded tired from a long workday but carried clear warmth and longing. "I just got off work. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day." She let out a soft, embarrassed laugh. "God, I sound desperate, don’t I? But... are you free right now? I can come over to wherever you are, or you can come to my place? I don’t mind either way. I really want to see you tonight."

There was no hiding the need in her voice. The strong, composed gym woman who had submitted so eagerly to him was clearly craving more of him.

Edward leaned back against the couch cushions, staring at the ceiling with a small, predatory smirk playing on his lips. His day had already been wildly successful, both financially and sexually, and now it seemed the night still had more in store for him.

He smirked again, his body had already gone through a lot, if not that he had been reconstructed, how could he meet up? Nevertheless, his recovery rate seemed honestly super human, as he was well refreshed for more sex. As long as it was sex, his body could handle it.

"I don’t mind if you come over, I’ll send you the address immediately."