A restroom jigsaw

"Well," you begin, clearing your throat, "I think you should probably wash your hands again. And you should probably continue to do so until I tell you they're clean enough." The girl by the sink nods, and turns back to start washing her hands again. "You," you say to the girl standing next to you, "did such an excellent job for her that I'd like you to do the same for me." She nods, and steps closer to you. The girl on the couch gets a pouty look on her face, as if to say, what do I get? In answer to this silent question, you state "and for my new friend on the couch, I have a special job. Come here." She stands and walks to you.

All the while that this speech is going on, you are filling each of the three with as much lust as you can muster. When the couch girl arrives in front of you, you suggest that she gather her dress in her hands, so as not to spoil it when she kneels on the floor. She nods, and does so, kneeling down in front of you. "Now, we can't have only one person holding up their clothing, can we?" you ask. You undo the button and zipper on your pants, and push them down to your thighs. You take a hand of the helper girl, the one standing beside you, guide her around until she stands directly behind you, and have her grab your pants and boxers with one hand, keeping them from falling to the floor. Meanwhile, with a gentle hand on the side of her head, you guide the kneeling bridesmaid so that she is kneeling, facing you, right next to the hand-washing girl. "Don't drop your dress, now!" you caution her, and she smiles, shakes her head, and stares hungrily at your now revealed cock, which is semi-erect in anticipation. Reaching behind you, you guide the free hand of the helper bridesmaid around to your front, so that she is reaching around your body, and place it such that the thumb and forefinger encircle the base of your cock, and her lower three fingers cup your balls. The kneeling girl, brimming with excitement, leans towards you, and with her hands still otherwise occupied holding her dress, engulfs your cock with her mouth. You quickly reach out to place the final piece of the puzzle, pulling up again the dress of the hands-washing bridesmaid, and holding it up yourself, revealing her pantiless underside to view.

You let the Kneeler bob on your cock a couple of time, firming it up as the Holder massages the base and your balls gently. Grasping the Washer's dress with one hand, with your free hand you insert a scouting finger into her exposed pussy. It is moist and ready, and with your free hand, you reach over to temporarily stop the Kneeler's oral attentions. Holding her head in place, you pull out of the Kneeler's mouth, and push into the Washer's pussy. The Washer lets out a loud gasp, but continues to wash her hands in the sink. You pump the pussy several times, enjoying the dual sensations of the soft pussy wall and the Holder's grip around your cock. The Holder's grip is just firm enough to act as a sort of cock ring, allowing your dick to engorge itself, but never really allowing it to disgorge.

After nicely coating your cock in juices, you pull out of the Washer, and offer your dick again to the Kneeler, releasing her head from your grasp. The Kneeler eagerly begins again to work on your cock, licking and sucking it clean. The Holder continues her soft but insistent stroking at the base of the cock. Your hand freed from restraining the Kneeler's head, you cup it and stick the middle and ring finger into the Washer's pussy, leaving the index finger free to begin rubbing her clit. This combination is so pleasurable that you soon feel your cum swelling, and with a full body jerk you deposit it into the Kneeler's waiting mouth. As you climax, she stops her motion, so as not to lose any of the cum onto her dress. The Holder expertly milks your cock, drawing out more cum than you thought you had left inside.

Eventually, she clamps it completely, stopping the flow. You pull your hand out of the Washer. The Kneeler stands up with chipmunk cheeks, indicating a full mouth. The Holder drops your dick and makes a motion the Kneeler apparently understands, for you barely have time to catch your pants and turn around in order to see the Holder and the Kneeler sharing a long, open-mouthed kiss of your cum. You mentally release the Washer from her hands-washing task, and she turns around to join them, the three of them kissing each other in each combination, swapping the cum back and forth. Eventually, all three stop, and swallow whatever they have in their mouths.

"Glad to be of service," you say, as you rearrange your clothing. The girls all smile and nod, and thank you for being their concierge for the evening. They then turn to walk out, and you follow them, wondering who will be the lucky one to find the Washer's panties on the discarded on the floor near the couch. Perhaps the real concierge.