Entertain yourselves without him

”We don’t have much time,” whispers the Cerulean Libertine.

She is on her knees as soon as the door closes behind her father. The Drab Realtor, proud of his ruse, claims her mouth for himself, and she is more than eager to grant him this boon. Her furious slurps fill the room, and her hands fumble with the pants of the Landlocked Commodore – and with yours.

”We – haven’t – met – before,” she says, between licks and beaming up at you.

A trail of spit keeps her connected to the Realtor’s veiny dick, but her smile is for you. You help her with her belt, and she does away with yours. The last layers of cloth fall; she is naked and your cock springs free. She, cooing, engulfs it with her lips. Her nose touches your pubes, and her hands cup your balls.

She works hard and she works fast, and she gives you her all. The Realtor slaps the side of her face with his cock, and she gives him a helping hand. Her other explores her body, teases her tits, until she is touching herself in tune with the bobbing of her head.

Then the Drab Solicitor shoves you aside. He seizes her head, grabs hold of her hair, and forces his cock down her throat. She pants and gags, struggling to accommodate his surprising length. A shiver runs down her spine, and she pauses the exploration of her overflowing sex to steady herself by grabbing his legs. A smug smirk creeps over his face and he pauses long enough for her to hack up spit and precum. The Cerulean Libertine spreads her legs, shoves three fingers into her waiting folds, and opens wide.

The lewd slurps only stop when she finally pushes him away, smiling up at you. ”So forceful. But also quite rude. I haven’t forgotten about you, First Officer. Nor you, Commodore, and we don’t have much time. Help me with my dress.”

He kneels down behind her and aids her, groping all the while, in taking her position on the makeshift rug. And he lingers, both their hands exploring her body and returning, again and again, to the wet spot between her legs. Her face is blank, given to pure bliss, and her half-open lips tremble with short, breathless gasps.

”We don’t have much time,” complains the Drab Realtor. He feeds her his cock and she gives it a nibble.

”Me first!” The Drab Solicitor demands.

”Fuck!” The Cerulean Libertine turns away from them and urges the Commodore upright instead. She focuses her effort on freeing his cock and then swallows him whole. ”Wait your turn,” she says, between licks. ”First Officer?” she asks and points you to the empty space by her side. ”I am ready for you.”

Divine lips engulf you, and her teasing tongue travels along your shaft. She cups your balls, spits you out, and places a kiss on your tip. Her hand is back with the Commodore, then her mouth closes around his member, with her alternating between the officer and you.

”What about me, slut?” the Drab Solicitor asks. His cock is swollen blue, and his red face seems flush with anger rather than pleasure.

She turns around and brings her face close to the abused shaft. ”Rude.” She moves away and sucks in the Realtor’s length instead. ”But we should hurry this along.”

You are next. Her nose again touches your pubes and she, gasping, allows you use of her hair and orders you to fuck her throat. You take her until you are close to flooding her with your spunk, but she slips away.

”Gimme – arghl!” She gags herself on the Landlocked Commodore. ”Cocks!” Her hand reaches the Solicitor and this time her lips follow. ”Gimme your cum!” she says and showers him with kisses. ”Paint me! Fuck my throat!”

The Drab Realtor does just that. He fills her with his cock, pulls out, and fills her again. Torrents of spit drip to the ground and stain her body. He groans and adds his white to the mess covering her chest. She beams up at him and licks up the final spurt.

You approach and she opens wide. Your own orgasm floods her face, thick ropes running from the corners of her mouth. Her kisses drain you to complete – painful almost – emptiness. Behind you, the Commodore and Solicitor approach, jerking their cocks. They explode just as you step aside. Their seed, thick but thinning, rains down on her and allows her to wallow in the gooey mass.

She, licking her lips, wipes the floor with her filthy dress. ”What a mess. I’d better...” She slinks away, naked, covered in cum, and clutching the destroyed garment. Gone moments before her father’s heavy footfalls descend down the hall.

You hide away your cock with a grin. The **** helps you endure the following economics debate.