Mrs. Hope's torment...

Mrs. Hope groaned raggedy in despair.

The television remote she was sawing in and out of her empty, burning snatch like an improvised dildo was helping… a little.

But at some point she must have turned on the television, and that wasn’t helping, not at all.

There on screen with the words ‘Live’ flashing in a corner was the naked form of a burly police officer plunging his fat dick into a stunningly attractive, sleekly muscled XXX-beauty right on the newsroom desk where he had made his doomed announcement earlier that morning.

And not four feet away was Tom, her Tom, mounting that man-stealing brunette Danielle like a bronco in heat. When he was meant to be fucking her, Pamela Hope! She had done all the work, she had lured him out of hiding, so how had she lost control of the situation? Her pussy blazed for him, ached for his cock to be inside of it, thrusting and hammering and cumming…

Jeezus~ she couldn’t take it any longer! Pamela could feel the hot tears streaming down her soft cheeks.

“My, my, but isn’t that quite the sight?” A dreamy voice asked.

Pamela Hope's head shot up to see Tania lounging in the doorway with a lazy grin on her cherry lips as her emerald eyes settled on the television. She was naked except for a baby-blue bikini bottom and her massive tanned breasts jutted out firm and proud… with red finger marks on them?

“He’s been with you already?” She snarled at the red-headed vixen, the words etched with hissing venom.

“Oh yes…” Tania replied smugly, she was clearly still riding the tail-end of her cum-high. “Tom fucked my tits out in the pool, gave me three glorious breast-gasms before exploding all over my face. It was breathtaking!”

Pamela drooped her head in hopeless envy and Tania giggled in scandalized delight.

“Wait, Pam… he hasn’t cum in you yet?! Well, Tom must have let you blow him at the very least…”

Mrs Hope nodded mutely, never raising her eyes off the carpet. The inevitable stains were already soaking into the fabric weave there.

“Well, that’s something at any rate…” laughed Tania, then she purred hungrily as she watched Tom and Danielle going at it, “If you want more of that basic shit, why not head down to the sperm clinic? I hear that’s where the most thirsty of our infected sisters go for an ice-cold quick fix.”

Pamela wanted to leap at the gorgeous red-head and claw her fucking eyes out, but just then Danielle let out a shriek of ecstatic delight and Tom shuddered with a deep groan.

Oh gawd~ he was cumming again!

Every atom in Tom’s entire body seemed to vibrate as he slammed his burning cock deep into Danielle’s tight snatch one last time before exploding inside of her.

The feeling was not just one of relief but an electrifying surge of jaw-clenching gratification. He could hear the young schoolgirl slut gurgle in brainless delectation as he unloaded burst after long burst of his thick sticky spunk into her spasming pussy and his own eyes lost focus as he came harder than he ever had in his life.

It was over all too soon but Tom found he was still hard and aching for more. It was madness. Horny, fucking insanity…

Panting for breath Tom looked about; the small Blonde was still cooing softly in her sleepy daze and Danielle had just folded up limply on the carpet in front of him.

Mrs. Hope was kneeling on the carpet an arms length away from him, with a hopeful look on her beautiful feverish face… and a dripping wet television remote in her hand?

Her ripe lush curves on her enticingly slender frame sent racking bolts of desire through him. No, her face was more than merely beautiful, even contorted by her **** hunger for him, she was angelic. Her limbs were so slender, her tits were so big, satin smooth and perfect. Even the incredible way each heavenly sphere of pale tit-flesh glistened with her leaking breast-milk…

No, No! Tom fought back against the urge to leap on her like a hungry hyena. Not her! Never her… no yet.

…and there was Tania, leaning in the door-frame like a flame-haired Valkyrie. Her soft tanned skin and cascading copper locks seemed to glow with unearthly vitality, her body naked but for those tiny blue bikini bottoms.

Her superb rack was firm and prominent, like two magnificent orbs covered in the supplest creamy silk and her long shapely legs dragged his eyes up their graceful length to her barely concealed pussy. He wanted the fiery-haired seductress… Tom needed her!

Pillowy softness pressed about his skull as warm slender arms encircled his chest. The musky scent of sweet perfume washed over him as the outrageously curvaceous Ms Summers eased him back against her deliciously soft body, cushioning his head within the lush valley of her immense creamy cleavage.

“Mmmhmmm~” She whispered huskily in his ear as she ran a greedy hand down Tom’s sweat-soaked chest and stomach to gently stroke at his rigid pulsing cock. “I still need more of you, lover. A much, much more of you…”

Tom groaned with the urgency of his consuming need for every single one of these insatiable sexual sirens, but before he could do or say anything he heard something… unfamiliar female voices?

And it wasn’t just him, all three of the stunning older women’s heads snapped around at the unmistakable click of high-heels coming down the hallway from the front door.

“Noooo…” Pamela Hope wept in a distressed wail, “Not more competition for the cock - not more of us...”