Sue Storm Has Her First Lesbian Orgy

The VIP room had a bed. The door locked behind her. The three naked actresses from the stage stepped out of the shadows. The tall, lean one with the dark hair approached first, to touch the hem of Sue's shirt.

"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" she spoke, and Sue recognized the line from Hamlet. The Invisible Woman's throat was dry, her tongue tied.

"I mean, my head upon your lap," the dark-skinned woman said, her hands on the waistband of Sue's pants.

The blonde was the boldest, her hand grabbed the heroine by the crotch.

"Do you think I mean country matters?" she said.

Sue swallowed. Finally, she assayed a line, though it wasn't the correct one.

"That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs."

The clothes were peeled off. Hot lips sought Sue Storm's mouth, her nipples. As she slid onto the bed, their tongues explored her thighs, her buttocks. Sue Storm's heart hammered. This was more than could be explained away as being tipsy in the heat of the moment. This wasn't just breaking her vows. This was throwing them away.

Sue Storm had never dreamed of this. Of so many warm hands touching her. Of so much girl flesh rubbing up against her. She didn't know where to turn. Her mouth went from one to the next, to taste each mouth, to feel each tongue. The ladies could see the utter loss of control as the Invisible Woman surrendered herself to their attentions.

It was the dark-skinned one whose tongue found her clit first. The blonde who stood over her and straddled Sue's facing, guided those aching lips to her loins. The dark-haired one was content to play with Sue's tits, to let her mouth explore her neck and ear.

In Sue's experience, sex was measured in minutes. Yet here, now, the ladies were in no rush. Time seemed to stand still. The heat and anticipation built up in her body. The soft moans of the blonde she was eating out grew more fervent. They each wanted their turn. They each wanted to taste and touch her.

Sue Storm wanted the same of them. It awakened something in her. Something long dormant. After all...she had gone this far. Why hide what she could do?

The whores did not see the hard members that suddenly pushed inside their pussies. The invisible hands pinched their nipples and squeezed their breasts. The atmosphere of the room subtly changed as the three prostitutes, who had been so in control, found them but instruments in an erotic symphony of Sue Storm's crafting.

In the shadows, cameras caught the action. The pulse of pussies spread by invisible cock. The deformation of tits and buttocks by invisible hands and bonds. The cameras saw all. Recorded all.