Mikaella stumbles into the scene

Mikaella

Mikaella woke up at three a.m. with an inexplicable desire to suck Alkim’s dick.

She didn’t know why, or how her body knew it was the promised time, but she knew what she wanted all the same. She checked her phone: there were no new messages or missed calls. But it was three a.m., and the club closed at two.

They should all be back by now! Alkim promised! Why hasn’t he texted back?

He was supposed to wake her up when the time came so she could suck him to sleep.

Confused, irritated, and jonesing for a dicking, Mikaella put on some clothes and stalked out into the hallway. Vicky and Kate’s rooms were dark and quiet.

Maybe they’re still out? Getting food?

That would be fine, she could just wait until they got back. Then she could get her dick.

Yet, when Mikaella got to Alkim’s room, she heard the unmistakable rhythm of breathing.

So, Alkim did come back? By himself? Without telling me?

Curious, she opened his door a crack—thankfully, Kate still hadn’t gotten the lock fixed—and whispered his name.

“Alkiiim?”

No response.

He must be asleep.

Mikaella entered, tiptoed over to his bed, and froze. There seemed to be more than one person in the bed but it was too dark for her to tell for sure. She took out her phone and used the light of her screen to see what the fuck was going on.

The first thing to catch the light was Vicky’s bright, blonde hair spread out over Alkim’s pillow, while the rest of her cuddled him from behind as the big spoon. Those bra-clad tits pressed tightly against his back, while her arms wrapped around his chest possessively.

Mikaella’s stomach dropped, and she nearly lost grip of her phone. Her worst fear had been realized within just two days of Vicky’s arrival: Alkim had traded up. He didn’t bother waking her up because she was redundant; no longer his number one fuckdoll.

She began to tear up uncontrollably but maintained the presence of mind to cover her mouth and nose so that no one would wake from her crying.

Only when she wiped her eyes clear did she catch sight of figure number three, and her anxieties were overwhelmed with sheer confusion. There was no mistaking that purple dye-job: Kate was also sharing Alkim’s bed, and by the looks of her bare shoulders sticking out from the sheets, she wasn’t even wearing a bra.

What the fuck?! Why would Kate do that???

Vicky sleeping with Alkim made all too much sense to Mikaella: they matched up, they had a lot in common, and Vicky could get whatever she wanted. Obviously that included Alkim.

But Vicky AND Kate sleeping with Alkim? In the same night?

Her confusion was multiplied by the fact that Alkim was in the middle: Kate should have been trying to lez-out with Vicky, not lay there with her naked tits in his face.

“Alkim?” she whispered again, poking where she assumed his shoulders were.

Still no response.

Alkim was almost completely obscured by the dark bedsheet, but Mikaella could tell his head was somewhere in the vicinity of Katie cow’s giant fucking udders.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she began to peel the sheet down over Alkim’s sleeping head. First his dark hair came into view, then his eyes, and then the rest of his face was revealed.

This time, Mikaella couldn’t suppress her gasp: Alkim was sucking Kate’s titty.

WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?!

She was frozen in place, unable to look away from the bizarre spectacle. Now that there was nothing in the way, the wet suckling sounds seemed the loudest thing in the world. Mikaella saw a trickle of drool escape Alkim’s lips, noticed its strange, opaque color, and realized that it could only be one thing.

Oh my god! No wonder her tits got so fucking fat! Fucking cow! How am I ever supposed to compete with fucking Stripperella AND the titty monster’s fat fucking milkers at the same time?!

Mikaella was starting to hyperventilate, when Vicky suddenly shifted in place and Mikaella remembered that while her man’s mouth was on another woman’s breast, she was technically the intruder here.

Before Vicky or Kate could awaken and ask what the hell she was doing spying on them, she hustled out the door, shut it behind her, ran back to her room, and promptly wrapped herself in a ton of blankets.

What the hell happened at that fucking club?!?!?!

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