Maybe Just Fuck Every Single Hole?

'Ian, the inspector going to be back in like two minutes!' Mrs Grayson said, grinning as she ended her liplock with CC.

Ian looked down at Mrs Grayson's devious look. Two minutes was probably being overly generous.

There wasn't going to be getting out of this one. But at this point, Ian didn't care.

'Fucking stupid whore!!!!' Ian snarled.

Ian pulled his monster cock from Candy's asshole with a wet, slick, sploortch sound, leaving the gorgeous blonde whore's rectal passage a massively-gaping pink-ringed black hole, and immediately grabbed it and swung it towards Mrs Grayson and plunged it into her open mouth. Mrs Grayons's eyes bulged out as her beleaguered, super-horny male colleague plugged her face with his monstrous, pussy-destroying meat-column, shoving the vascular, bloated length *hard* down her throat, and gagged. Ian seized the top of the brunette cougar's head and made the mega-titted milf quack like a duck a few times before wrenching it back out and turned to CC, who he merely smacked in the face a dozen times with his slick, solid, glossy, nineteen-inch manhammer until she was dazed. Ian then grabbed both of their heads from behind, pulled the nympho whores' faces together in front of Summer's butt, clamped their lips together around his meatstick and then slammed his massive, juicy dick between them, spearing through their airtight bimbo-pout liplock sealed around either side of his rock-hard cum cannon as he shoved as much of it as he could into Summer's still-orgasming pussy from behind.

After a few strokes of this, half his cock penetrating Summer's slippery cooch, the other half being hungrily smooched in ten-inch slobbering strokes by the vixen fuckdolls slurping either side of it, Ian groaned and pulled it out again, grabbing it with his hand close to the bloated tip and firing thick, heavy, cloying, syrupy pulses of precum point-black into CC and Mrs Grayon's faces which made them shriek in pleasure and then giggle as their gorgeous faces were doused with syrupy pre ejaculate. Then he grabbed both of them by an arm and slung them upwards, shoved Summer down so that she was kneeling against the couch, and swung Mrs Grayson and CC up on top of the swimsuit-wearing slut.

Mrs Grayson and CC got the message. Mrs Grayson swung her right leg over Summer, mounting her back, her round ass on top of Summer's, and went flat against Summer, on top of her, tits pressed into her back. Then CC swung her left leg over Mrs Grayson, mounted her and did the same, and Ian was then looking at three round, gorgeous peachy asses all on top of each other in a line, glossy glutes jiggling softly and supple flesh gleaming.

Laura appeared from the side and rested her elbow on top of CC's back, casually perched as Ian set about reaming the six orifices that were being presented to him.

'Ian, do you think this is wise?' Laura said, as Ian set about spearing his immense cum-cannon into CC's asshole, grabbing both of the blonde's buttcheeks as he did so and feeding his needy fuck log into the stacked bimbo's cinnamon ring. Below CC, Mrs Grayson and Summer were both twerking their booties at him and making their glutes ripple deliciously.

'I don't care, Laura!' Ian said deliriously, giving CC's ass a smack and repositioning his left hand onto Mrs Grayson's rear before sliding it more centrally to tweak her clit.

Laura reached out and started to milk Ian's testes, getting a good grip on his bull balls and swirling her fingers around them, 'after all that good work this morning this would be an extremely silly way to lose your job...'

Ian gave CC's ass another spanking and then evacuated his steel-sprung length from CC's asshole and aimed it lower, this time shoving it hard into Mrs Grayson's rectal passage and scoring a bullseye.

'FUCKING MONSTER COCK IN MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!' Mrs Grayson screamed.

'Ah well, fuck it.' Laura said, and peeled off her slashed gym-top and revealed her absolutely incomparable, beach-ball sized whoppers to Ian, flexing her pecs and making them bounce on her chest, making the massive melons twerk.

Ian was in a mood to complete the set, so he hammered his cock like an out of control piston into Mrs Grayson's rear about twenty times and finished by pulling it out and shoving it once each into her and CC's pussies from behind. Both whores squirted instantly, and a waterfall of female ejaculate started to explode in guttering pulses out of the spastically spasming and sticky stacked-up twats of CC, Mrs Grayson, and Summer, one on top of the other. CC's pussy juices spattered onto Mrs Grayon's cunt and ass below, which itself squirted girlcum all over Summer's soppily sputtering cooch. It was like Niagra Falls.

'Are you *trying* to fuck every single hole in the room before Ginni gets blllllooooaaaAAARRRKKKK!!!' Laura said.

Ian wasn't exactly carrying out a well-thought-out plan, but as he aimed, lined up and then pummelled his cast-iron fuck club into his girlfriend's face, he realised that subconsciously that that was probably exactly what he was doing. In fact, some brisk mental calculation made him realise that he only had a few holes left if he really wanted to have penetrated CC, Mrs Grayson, Laura, Summer and Candy's pussy, ass and throatpipes before Ginni got back from the ladies' room, which was all that was left of the set.

It seemed doable.

Which when you thought about it, was a really stupid thing to consider, considering the circumstances.

The sound of his phone interrupted his ridiculous train of thought, though not the frenzied rhythmic face-fucking of the statuesque blonde monster-jugged nympho on her knees in front of him. The triple-whore-stack of sluts perched on the couch collapsed under the weight of their orgasms, legs too wobbly to support them, and as Ian continued throat fucking Laura, he was dimly aware of a recognisable sound coming from behind him.

At length, a partially delirious Candy Griffiths wobbled her way to the side of him on her eight-inch black shiny stripper shoes, her utterly destroyed and ragged wet-look leggings slung between her knees and inhibiting her stride. The fuckdoll slut waddled like a duck to Ian, her saturated pussy still splotchily roping gelatinous threads into its torn-open crotch section that was suspended below it.

'Phone call for you Ian,' Candy said, 'I got it out of what was left of your trousers.'

'Thanks Candy,' said Ian, seizing the phone, with one hand, and with the other, grabbing his behemoth phallus, wrenching the massive, throbbing, engorged nineteen-inch fuck club out of Laura's stretched mouth, aiming it at Candy's round, exposed, jiggly butt and ramming it all the way up her asshole.

'FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!' Candy screamed, bending over at the waist as Ian ploughed his immense fucktool into her tightest hole, the ring of muscles in her butt widening as the baseball-bat thick tool impaled her rectal passage.

'Yes,' Ian said, 'it's me, I'm here.'