Chen’s first business trip: Part 8 (Ashley wraps up)
Chen is spent. Or at least, they think they are.
Chen’s cock sores, still twitching inside Sofia, who hasn’t quite moved off of them yet. Kaori’s draped over the back of the couch, grinning through a dazed glow. June is face-down on Chen’s thigh, mumbling something smug into their skin. Riley’s curled up next to Chen, nuzzling soft kisses into their collarbone.
And then—
A throat clears. Softly.
Chen turns their head just enough to see who it is.
It’s Ashley. Still fully clothed, glasses slightly fogged, standing near the hallway in that loose, beloved house dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs. She’s watching everybody, arms crossed under her breasts—those perfect, soft curves pressing up in quiet invitation.
But her face?
Oh, her face.
Gentle. Stern. Adoring. Just a little bit wicked.
“You all finished?” she says, calmly and with a grin. “Got that out of your system?”
Kaori giggles. “Oops…” Riley squeaks and hides behind Chen. June snorts into Chen’s leg and doesn’t move.
Sofia, still straddling Chen’s lap, just leans back and hums. “Not quite.”
Then, very deliberately, Sofia lifts herself off them, gliding away in one practiced, elegant motion—and pats their thigh like she’s vacating a throne.
“Your turn, Ashley.”
Ashley walks over, barefoot and soft-footed, but her presence shifts everything. Even June lifts her head.
Chen instinctively reaches for her, but she doesn’t take their hand.
Instead, she kneels. Right between their open thighs.
Her eyes flick to their cock—sensitive, flushed, glistening with all their lovers’ mess—and then to their face.
She smiles.
“Still hard?” She purrs, brushing fingertips over Chen’s stomach, light as air. “Of course you are, sweet thing—always so horny, always so desperate to give more.”
She leans in—and her breath against Chen’s tip makes they twitch like they’ve been shocked.
But she doesn’t take them into her mouth. Not yet.
Instead, she kisses the inside of their thigh. Then the other.
Then their belly. Then their hips.
Each kiss slow and grounding, until Chen is trembling worse than when Kaori was bouncing, worse than when Sofia made them hold back.
She looks up.
“Can I?” she asks—still, always, asking. “Just for a moment. Just for me.”
Chen nods, barely able to speak.
She takes them in, slow as syrup, her mouth wrapping around their cock like she’s trying to remember every shape, every taste they’ve become while she waited.
Chen whimpers.
“How delicious. This tastes like Chen’s cock and also like Sofia’s pussy.”
Sofia smiles as she hears Ashley’s comments, before going back to moaning faintly and pressing soft kisses to June’s lips. Kaori’s already fingering herself again, watching. Riley hides their eyes but peeks between their fingers.
Ashley doesn’t rush. She never does.
She sucks them down deep, moaning around the length, tongue working slow circles under the head. Ashley’s eyes never leave Chen’s. Her arms extended up high, fondling their chest and nipples gently, coaxing their breath ragged.
It’s not a blowjob.
It’s worship.
Chen’s too sensitive, too raw—but they can’t stop. They don’t want to.
When she pulls back with a soft pop and a breathless laugh, her lips are slick, her cheeks flushed, her voice warm with pride:
“There you are,” she whispers. “Now you’re really home.”
She climbs into their lap—carefully, gently—and slides down onto them in one long, tender motion.
Both gasp at once.
It’s overwhelming. It’s everything.
The others don’t speak. They just watch.
Kaori wraps herself around Riley, making out sweetly. June curls against Sofia’s side, eyes wide and glowing.
And Ashley rides Chen slow—her hips rising and falling like breath itself, her heavy breasts bouncing just enough to make their mouth water.
Her hands are on their cheeks. Her forehead rests against theirs.
And her voice—
“Let go,” she murmurs. “For me, baby. Cum again. One more time. You’ve got it in you—I know you do.”
Of course they do.
Chen cums again with a sob—so deep it hurts, so sweet it burns.
Ashley moans as Chen floods her pussy with one after another burst of thick jizz, shuddering as she sinks down all the way, grinding small circles to keep them inside her, full, connected.
She kisses their lips.
Softly. Wet. Slow.
Chen is crying—maybe. And maybe Ashley is too.
The couch is now a mess. Chen’s thighs are sticky. Someone’s snoring.
But Ashley curls around Chen like she always does, tucking their head against her shoulder, one hand in their hair, whispering:
“You’re safe now. You’re mine now. Just rest.”
Chen doesn’t remember falling asleep that night.
But they do remember the feeling:
Every part of them claimed. Every lover satisfied. Every inch…finally, home.