His sisters have called in more 'help'...

“Hello? We’re here from Fantasy Dream Escorts, we received a call?” A warm, sultry voice called from the front of the house. “Two young ladies said that there was a gentleman here who needed our help?”

Tom’s eyes widened hungrily as two unfamiliar women, a stunning brunette and her equally winsome pink-haired companion entered the living room. They froze mid step when they discovered him, naked and erect in the center of the carpet, surrounded by five ravishing XXX-girls in various stages of undress.

The brunette new-comer did not look well pleased at the sight, her cute rosebud mouth pouting as she scowled at the entire room. She had the body of a lingerie model and though her tits weren’t even the third largest in the room, they certainly drew Tom’s attention. He was trapped under her burning gaze, his head nestled between Ms Summers' impressive melons and trying to focus his bleary eyes on the beautiful escort and her equally exquisite partner.

“Huh…”

Her silky espresso coloured hair was shiny, straight and pinned up to expose a graceful neck so only her long bangs hung free to frame a model-perfect face that might have featured on the cover of Vanity Fair. Her eyes were dark and smoky, her nose classically pert and her cherry lips deliciously full. Could Tom imagine having that plush soft mouth wrapped around his shaft whilst she looked worshipfully up at him with those smoldering eyes? He most certainly could!

Her slinky dress might have charitably been classified as club-wear but he couldn’t imagine seeing it worn anywhere outside of a strip club. It was a tiny figure-hugging mini-dress, the sheer fabric on the sides was shorn away in tantalizing cut-outs to reveal her slender waist and dusky olive skin beneath. The skimpy black number was made of some midnight fabric that was cut so short as to show off a scandalous amount of her smooth slender thighs and barely cover her firm ripe rump, which it hugged like liquid latex.

The sharp neckline plunged sinfully deep and exposed an obscene amount of her luscious over-flowing bust, which looked ready to burst free at any moment. Between her banging body, the scillatious little dress and her tall skyscraper stripper heels, this most welcome intrusion was hotter than a stolen habanero.

“Well this is mildly disappointing.” She muttered, none-to-quietly, “It seems like a man can’t get hard these days without immediately attracting half a dozen cock-hungry hyenas. Am I right Aysha?”

The pastel-haired beauty beside her nodded without taking her ravenous eyes off Tom, a stare which he returned in spades.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting hooded jumpsuit made of some soft velvety material in a tiger print. The bottoms of the jumpsuit were cut off like hot-pants, showing her long inviting legs all the way up to her shapely hips and drawing attention to her succulent bubble-butt. The hoodie and cuffs were lined in luxurious black fur and a long zipper ran all the way down the front like the path of least resistance, starting between a set of fun-loving cantaloupe-sized tits which stretched the soft fabric to its limits, and led his blood-shot eyes down to where it disappeared between her firm bared thighs.

The excitingly snug outfit along with a pair of tan leather fuck-me boots and her glossy mane of flowing pink hair made Tom’s hands twitch seize that damn zipper, peel back the sexy tigress outfit and be at all the pale naked goodness beneath. Those ‘Fantasy Dream Escorts’ certainly knew how to entice a man.

“Well… At least the client seems to like what he sees, Eva.” The pink haired Aysha replied smugly.

Ms Summers arms drew Tom tighter against her, almost submerging his poor throbbing skull completely within the vast ocean of her cushiony cleavage and the warm hand stroking his iron man-rod tightened around it possessively. Mrs. Hope looked ready to explode at the mere sight of the two new XXX-infected intruders.

“No, no, no! He hasn’t fucked me yet. Get to the back of the fucking line, you party-crashing bitches.” Pamela Hope snarled like a feral cornered animal before breaking down into despaired rambling. “He hasn’t exploded inside my pussy… I haven’t got to feel his huge cock cumming in me yet! Please, please… just go away.”

She was still gorgeous, Tom noted dreamily. Even when pushed to the very razors edge of reason, she was still as beautiful as Aphrodite in all her furious splendor. Her slender athletic limbs glistening with a fever sweat, her enormous breasts rippling like creamy jelly with each labored breath she took. Her dark curls curtaining that mature arresting face as her eyes blazed with steely defiance.

Maybe he would fuck her after-all…

“You don’t call the shots here, you greedy cow.” Eva the escort shot back coldly, even as she stepped over the passed-out cum-leaking form of Holly and gestured at Tom where he was sinking into Ms Summers embrace as though she were quicksand... “He’s the one who will decide who he does and doesn’t want to fuck…”

With that she struck a pose; one slender arm crooked gracefully behind her dark hair, her superb full breasts out-thrust, planting her stiletto-heels wide apart. Then she began to teasingly lift the bottom hem of the teensy dress while locking her smoldering gaze on Tom.

Off to her side, Aysha cocked her thick enticing hips to one side and ran her long delicate fingers across her massive bulging rack until they came to rest suggestively on the tab of the zipper. Her nipples stiffened and pressed hard against the furry fabric of the tiger-suit. The candy-haired minx gave Tom a sharp, dazzling smile that was more reminiscent of a hungry piranha rather than a beautiful woman and her large gray eyes sparkled ravenously.

“All a girl can do is put herself in a promising… position.”