Playing with fire.

With the cleaners having witnessed our amazing three-way and moved on with their job, I got up from the bed and moved wobblily towards the windows and closed the curtains. I feel as Spencer’s thick clumps of semen start to drip out of me with gravity and form little trickles of cream running down my legs.

Over on the bed, Spencer has switched his attention back to Sandy, and I hear him ask her, “So, Sandy, how do you feel about a load inside you too?”

“Mmm, I’ll have to get a Plan B this evening after work, but gosh yes! I’d love for that amazing cock of yours to cum inside me,” Sandy, my horny secretary, tells Spencer.

Spencer’s motel room has a pair of double beds in it, and Sandy and Spencer are on the one furthest from the entrance, closest to the bathroom. As I come back over, I see the two of them rotating around so that they are in the sixty-nine position. Spencer’s head is at the head of the bed, and Sandy is upside down on the mattress as she starts to suck the life back into Spencer’s rod.

I let the two of them continue for a while until I see that Spencer has stiffened back up to full hardness. That’s twice Sandy has got to suck Spencer’s dick today, and I’ve got to say I’m a tiny bit jealous about it. I’d planned my day earlier to have my lips wrapped around Spencer’s dick, and I haven’t even got it down my throat once yet.

“Mind if we change this sixty-nine to a 3-6-9?” I ask, joining my friends back on the bed.

Spencer pulls his head from Sandy’s wet box and laughs. “I have no idea what that is.”

“Neither do I,” I admit, laughing.

Whatever it is, we form up in a human triangle with my head on Spencer’s cock and Sandy’s nose in my cunt.

“Oh god, I can taste him running out of you!” Sandy moans against my lips as she starts to gather up Spencer’s seed from my drippings.

I don’t answer, as it’s next to impossible to talk with almost the length of my forearm of Spencer's cock impaling me. I make sure to massage Spencer’s dangling nuts so they are nice and primed for when they are emptied again inside Sandy. I even surprise Spencer with a sneaky finger up his back passage as a cheeky payback for yesterday. He jolts, and I’m almost choked to death as his balls are slammed onto my chin.

I get up coughing, and Spencer uses my distraction to get my hand away from his arse. Frothing white saliva is dripping from my mouth and onto my nearly flat tits. He reassembles us on the bed. Sandy is the bottom layer now resting rightways up. He stacks me on top of Sandy, chest to chest, well, almost chest to chest as I dive my face into her sweaty tits. My legs are spread on top of Sandy’s open thigh as Spencer gets between the two of us.

I feel Sandy’s hot breath on the top of my head as Spencer drives his cock deep into my secretary’s pussy and starts to fuck her. Spencer grabs hold of my hips from behind for added leverage to fuck Sandy powerfully. She gets about two minutes of fantastic deep dick treatment when Spencer pulls out and slams himself into me from behind. I blow hot air into Sandy’s face as I cry out from the feeling of suddenly being rammed full of truly enormous cock. I moan the entire time as I’m fucked savagely hard for two minutes also. When my round is up, Spencer repeats the switcheroo and slams back inside Sandy for her turn of plunder pleasure.

We would have surely continued like that until Spencer redecorated Sandy’s insides if what happened next hadn’t occurred.

The first warning was the sound of breaking glass.

CRASH!

Something came hurtling through the window, tearing through the closed curtains. A glass bottle struck the unoccupied bed beside us and shattered. There was an enormous flash of orange. For a fraction of a second, my brain simply refused to understand what I was seeing. Then the bed was on fire.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Spencer shouted, cock still inside Sandy.

Flames raced across the bedspread, climbing over the pillows and spreading towards the pile of clothes we'd carelessly thrown across the mattress. My white blouse caught first. Then Sandy's skirt. Then everything seemed to catch at once.

"GET OUT!" Spencer roared, pulling out of my secretary.

I screamed as the heat hit my face and I rolled towards the bathroom. Sandy scrambled backwards, nearly falling off the bed in her desperation to get away from the flames.

"What the fuck is happening?" she shrieked.

"OUT! BOTH OF YOU!" Spencer grabbed my arm and practically hauled me off the mattress.

I stumbled, caught my foot against the bedframe and nearly went sprawling. The fire was spreading impossibly quickly. My handbag was somewhere on the burning bed. My phone was inside it. My keys, wallet, everything. I instinctively reached towards it.

"LEAVE IT, MORGAN!" Spencer's voice was so commanding that I stopped immediately.

He grabbed Sandy with his other hand and propelled us towards the door. By the time he wrenched it open, thick black smoke was already gathering against the ceiling.

We practically fell out onto the motel walkway. Completely naked. For one extraordinary moment, the three of us stood there staring at each other. Then the smoke began pouring out behind us.

"RUN!" Spencer shouted.

We sprinted away from room 117, down the exterior walkway and into the parking area. I could hear glass breaking behind us as the heat took hold.

And that was when I saw it. A black SUV was accelerating towards the car park exit. Its tyres squealed as it swung around the corner and disappeared onto the road.

"Spencer!" I shouted, pointing. "That car!"

He turned just in time to see its rear end vanish. Something changed in his expression. It was brief, but unmistakable. Recognition. Or perhaps fear.

"Did you see the number plate?" I demanded.

"No."

"Was that them?"

"I don't know, Morgan." But the way he said it made me certain he knew considerably more than he was admitting.

The absurdity of our situation became apparent about thirty seconds later. There we were, standing in the middle of the Best Western car park, with a fire raging inside room 117. And not one of us had a stitch of clothing. I covered my breasts with one arm and placed my other hand strategically lower.

Beside me, Sandy was attempting a similar manoeuvre, although her figure made the exercise considerably more difficult. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

Spencer was standing slightly in front of us, doing his best to preserve what little dignity he had left. "Are you two hurt?" he asked.

I looked down at myself. "No. I don't think so."

"Sandy?"

She shook her head. "I think I'm okay." Then she looked towards the burning room. "My clothes!"

"Forget your clothes," I said.

"My handbag was in there!"

"So was mine!"

"My phone!"

"Mine too!"

We stared at each other. Then Sandy began laughing. Not because anything was particularly funny, but because she'd evidently reached the point where hysteria was preferable to screaming. "We're standing naked in a car park because somebody threw a bloody molotov at us!"

"Yes, Sandy. I noticed."

"On our lunch break!"

"Thank you for the reminder."

Behind us, something inside the motel room collapsed with a tremendous crash. That stopped the laughter.

"Madre de Dios!"

I recognised the voice immediately. Rosa. The younger of the two cleaners came running around the corner with her colleague close behind. Both women stopped dead when they saw us. Their eyes travelled from the three naked people in the car park to the smoke pouring out of room 117.

Rosa's mouth fell open. "What happened?"

"Someone threw a petrol bomb through the window!" Spencer said. "Call the fire department!"

Her colleague was already reaching for her phone.

Rosa looked at me. "Miss?"

"Yes?"

"You are okay?"

"I think so."

She disappeared into a nearby service room. A few moments later she returned carrying an enormous armful of white motel towels. "Here! Here!"

I have never been so grateful to see cheap hotel linen in my entire life. Sandy grabbed one and immediately wrapped it around herself. I took another, fastening it tightly beneath my arms. Spencer accepted a towel and secured it around his waist.

Rosa gave us each a second one. "For shoulders," she explained.

"Thank you," I said, meaning it more sincerely than practically anything I'd said that week.

The older cleaner shook her head as she stared at the flames. "Yesterday you make so much noise. Today you burn the hotel down!"

"WE DIDN'T BURN IT DOWN!" Sandy protested.

"I know, I know!"

Rosa looked at Spencer. "Very bad people do this."

He nodded. "Yes. Very bad people."

Again, there was something about his expression that bothered me.