ALICE Ch 128

Colby doesn’t get the same VIP treatment that Alice does; it’s a given that Alice, Faye, and Glynda will all have premium suites to stay in wherever they go. Colby has an ordinary hotel room with a king-sized bed, a TV, a dresser, and a desk with a chair. It’s fine. She doesn’t usually mind, but it’s a little tight with seven people. Especially when they’re all nude; that somehow makes it worse.

Perhaps more urgently, the tiny bit of her brain that’s still functioning suspects that the wooden chair that goes with the desk is not made for this; the squeaking coming from it is alarming.

One of the Amazons sits in the chair, Colby in her lap, and their ****, sweaty fucking threatens to break the legs off. The Amazon clutches Colby’s ass in a **** grip while Colby tries vainly not to get too loud. She is gloriously unself-conscious of the mad jiggling of her body and the swampy noises from where her body joins with the Amazon’s. She’s so full and lost in it that she has more or less forgotten about the other five Amazons crowding the bed. They all lie on their backs, looking on casually. A few have their legs crossed at the ankles.

Two of them are stroking their cocks, and two others are helping each other idly: one plays with her neighbor’s foreskin while the other squeezes and pumps her cock. The fifth one pulls her cock rhythmically, enjoying the view of Colby’s back and ass. There’s cum on Colby’s back from her last round, and mixed with her sweat it shines and drips with the undulating of her body.

The Amazon bites her lip, watching the Amazon in the chair spread Colby’s cheeks, revealing everything. The fifth Amazon on the bed sees no reason to torment herself; they have all night. She looks at the Amazon’s cock plunging into Colby and finishes herself off, spraying hot cum all over her chest.

There’s a knock at the door.

The Amazon’s fist stops moving and she blinks, then flinches as one last spurt of jizz hits her chin.

Colby is frozen. As one, all seven of them turn in the direction of the door. Colby licks her lips.

There’s a second, more insistent knock.

“Oh, Jesus,” Colby says, bright red from head to toe, a stark contrast with the brown skin of the Amazons. She climbs off, dripping sweat and juices. None too steady on her feet, she gestures toward the Amazons and snatches a robe from the hook on the bathroom door.

The fifth Amazon just came; she lies on the bed, trying to collect herself while the others move to the wall, out of sight of the door. It’s OK; someone in the hallway can’t see the bed.

Colby closes her robe tightly, looking panicked.