Bloomberg by Molly Prude

Author:Molly Prude
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sex, lesbians, orgy, sex comedy

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They fucked three more times, all tangled on the cold tile of the hotel room bathroom. Lisa expertly ate out Bettie's cunt until she exploded, while Molly interchangeably feed Bettie her left and right breast. Bettie then roughly fucked Lisa with the handle of the hairbrush, while Molly squatted over Lisa's face, frantically masturbating any jizz she could produce into Lisa's waiting mouth.

By the third attempt at climaxing, the three women's bodies were starting to fail them. They resigned themselves to jerking themselves off in a circle, their thighs interlocked and their cunts facing each other. When they each cummed in turned, they collapsed back in a menage of snarled limbs, panting and groaning in ecstasy.

“Shit!” Lisa shot up from the dog pile, looking at her watch. It and her wedding ring were all she was wearing. “We're late!”

Molly just mumbled. She was so tired. Had they fucked their way through the worst of Bloomberg high? She could still feel a lowdown need to fuck, but it now seemed less intense. But was the worst of it over?

“No, seriously!” Lisa yelled out. She slapped Molly's upturned rump. “We're supposed to be having dinner with the Senator! We need to get dressed.”

“Please, no...” Molly murmured into the bathroom tile.

“Now!” Lisa demanded, climbing to her feet.

“We can't leave the bathroom...” Bettie pulled herself up onto her elbows. “the room is covered in Bloomberg...”

Lisa paused, thinking. She planted her fists into her hips. Molly rolled over to enjoy the view of Lisa's tight, firm body, with its small, high breasts. The V of her black pubic hair was deliciously enticing. Molly instantly wanted to taste it again, but she could hardly summon up the strength to sit upright.

“You dirty little slut. Come here,” Molly beckoned to Lisa, separating her legs to reveal the red hair of her snatch.

“No, no more!” Lisa said, scooping up her clothes. “If we can't figure a way out of this bathroom... eventually we'll be missed. And if anyone comes looking for us...”

“And comes into the room!” Bettie leapt up, finding a second wind. Her small breasts bobbed as she stumbled to jump in three directions at once.

“We can call for help,” Lisa said, thinking quickly. She reached for her purse and pulled out her phone. “But...who?”

Lisa and Molly shared a moment of speechless confusion. Who could they call? Who did they want seeing them in their current condition? Certainly none of the other Debbies. They'd be no explaining away what had transpired. Certainly neither of their husbands, even if they weren't fifteen-hundred miles away. And anyone they did call would be exposed to the room full of Bloomberg...

They didn't needed help, they needed Hazmat.

They had to call the police. There was no way out of the bathroom without them. It'd mean scandal, it'd mean lots of very difficult questions, but it was their only hope. Lisa unlocked the phone and dialed 9 then 1.

Then a knock came on the hotel room door.

Molly, Bettie and Lisa froze, all still naked on the bathroom floor.

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