Harry Got Beaten

Harry moved around slowly on the dance floor to give the ladies flaunting themselves at him access to do what they want.

The lady in red short sleeveless dress dancing in his front decided to go to the extreme after realising that the other two ladies were trying to steal her thunder.

She turned her back on him, moved very close to him and use her fine butts to rock Harry's rod.

"Damn!" Harry cursed loudly his eyes moving away from the other ladies to the one in front of him giving him the most pleasure.

He used his hands to guide her butts so that they don't move away from the direction of his rod.

He constantly taps the ladies' butts with an evil grin on his face.

The other ladies didn't lie low either. They also went to the extreme to get Harry's attention.

Harry had a sweet time seeing the ladies try every means to fight over him.

As if what they did on the dance floor wasn't enough, the ladies took him to a dark corner with an empty table. They pushed him onto the black couch and take their various positions beside and on top of him.

The lady wearing a mini skirt and a sleeveless black cropped top was quick to sit down on his legs before the other ladies could.

"Let's show you what real pleasure is," The lady in mini skirts whispered into his ears flirtatiously only to pull away after giving a sensation lick to Harry's earlobe.

"If that's the case then I can't wait for the real treat when we get to my hotel room," Harry said as he bent and kissed the lady's exposed boobs.

"It's not your turn yet," the third lady said pushing Harry to relax his back against the seat.

Within a matter of a minute, they have undone Harry's shirt leaving his chest bare to give them free access to whatever naughty things they want to do to him.

Harry didn't have to do anything since the ladies assured him of giving him a good time to the fullest.

His job was to sit sipping from the glass of whiskey in his hands while the ladies do their job on his body.

The ladies didn't only use their hands on him but also their warm sensational tongue on him. They romance his body and also spare time to appreciate his nipples with their tongue.

The ladies were too shameless to care about the presence of others and the other customers were too busy doing their things to care about them.

The lady sitting on his legs kept moving her hands southward and when her hands reached his trousers, she unbuckle the belts to gain access to his rare spots.

She slides her right hand into his trousers to give him more pleasure. "Hey naughty, not there," Harry resist the urge to groan when the lady's hand under his trousers begin to tease his now enlarged cock.

"If not there then do you prefer here?" An evil grip appears on the lady's face as she teases his sensitive tips with her finger.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed loudly. With the other two ladies preventing him from moving his hands he could only watch them torture him without being able to teach them a lesson too.

"Ahhh... Fuck you bitches!" Harry wanted to control his desires but he couldn't and this shows the ladies with him were the real Jezebels who knew exactly the way to get the men they choose.

"Enough of teasing. Let's go to my room so we can get down to the real business," Harry managed to say these words amidst the pleasure.

"Are you sure you have gotten enough of it?" The lady in red said only for Harry to feel his two-finger dig into a wet warm hole.

Lowering his gaze Harry was shocked to see that his right hand was under the lady's dress. 'When did my hand get there?' Wondered Harry in amazement.

He didn't get over the first surprise when the one sitting on top of his legs began to twerk on his legs. "Damn you, ladies. You are real whores," Harry said giving them a satisfactory smile.

In this place and with these ladies with him, Harry forgot about the system and all his problems. All that was on his mind was to have fun and even more fun.

Fucking these three ladies at the same time will give him the enjoyment he wanted.

After another ten minutes of being entertained by the ladies, the tipsy Harry left the club in the company of them.

He was about to enter the car when someone pulled him from the back. The next thing he realised was seeing himself on the dirty ground. "Who the fuck are you motherfuckers?" Harry raised his gaze to see the one who did this to him only for a powerful kick to land on his stomach.

"We should be asking you rich brat who gives you the goddamn right to hang out with our women," the fierce guy who looks like a gangster thundered in annoyance.

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"Who the hell are you talking about....,"

The guy in a brown shirt pulled the lady in mini skirts to his side. "How dare you ask us that when you know what we are talking about? Do you have fun acting dumb?"

It was when he saw the ladies' expression he realised that the men were saying the truth. 'Did those jerks punch my handsome face because of those bitches who hits on me,' Harry glared at the three guys with his fist clasped.

"If they were your women you should have fucking kept them under control instead of barking at me because you failed to satisfy their desires," angry Harry said in annoyance.

"It's not my fault that you couldn't satisfy their freaky pussy which is why they came to me to do your jobs for you," The way Harry talked would have scared one into thinking that he was powerful just as rich as he is.

"Is that prick talking to us?" The fierce guy asked. He charged forward and grabbed Harry by the collar.