Robin Decides She Wants More

Robin felt the phantom phallus tip tail leave her mouth gazing at the mirror wantonly for the now absent sensation that had haunted her.

The reflection that had assaulted her stood in the corner of the mirror, curling one finger gesturing for Robin to follow.

With increasing composure, and sexual desire she hadn't previously known Robin stood up, wiping her lips she stared at the reflection hungrily.

"I see how it is." Robin stated assertively. This wasn't her first rodeo, Robin's career was littered with tactical sexual exploits.

Several times she had used her body to seal a deal. Rarely now did she ever sleep with clients, instead she would have them watch her with a hooker before watching the hooker finish her job. It was her sales edge over the boys at the office.

Robin found something alluring, and potent in sending someone else to fuck someone before her.

She tried to wonder where her fear and concern went only to find her mind constantly coming back to thoughts of being watched, sandwiched between two such monstrosities as they had their way, whatever way, with her before getting to watch as they carried on with someone else. If not each other.

As Robin strutted out of the washroom she could see the spread legs, and slow methodical hand at work over on the bed.

Part of her cried to bolt for the door, it pleaded for her to find her senses.

Robin's eyes closed with momentary pleasure as phantom kisses crawled across her shoulder. Opening them she could see in the window the reflection standing behind her, reminding her of the pleasure the girl from the hall promised. Of the pleasure it promised.

What harm could there be? Robin wondered, she was already naked. Did she really want to embarrassingly wander the halls, or worse THE LOBBY, naked? What would she say? This made no sense other than some super realistic dream.

Robin strutted out into the room exposing all she had confidently, as she passed the girl she let in she couldn't help but feel an attraction to the changes that had over come that girl.

Some string deep within Robin was tugged towards how wrong it would be to lay with a proverbial devil, to accept what they offered. Another string resonated with a desire to become more like that which lurked in the mirror.

It was too good to pass up.

Robin stopped and took a prolonged look at the sexual creature before her.

Christina saw she had an audience and shifted her position, sitting upright she arched her back thrusting her white breasts forward, their hardened black nipples inviting a touch, she pivoted around her hips, projecting them out each way methodically, emphasizing her hour glass shape.

She then spread her lips exposing her clit invitingly, curling her tail out beneath her and curling it like a finger luring her towards it.

Robin looked at the mirror being, the reflection sat there watching them like some sort of ancient patron overseeing a performance by their indebted theatre company.

Robin strutted over and faced straight into the mirror, spreading her legs and bending over she seductively pulled her hands up her legs, and moan long and hard as her fingers crossed her now more sensitive clit. She pressed herself to the mirror, open tongue kissing it until her reflection was shoved aside by the apparition.

The touch of the cold mirror beneath her gave way to warm flesh. As their lips pressed and their tongues passed into each other's mouths Robin felt almost as if a proposal was being made to her.

Christina pressed her breasts against Robin's back, running her claws around her hips as her tail reach up in between them and began probing its way between Robin's ass cheeks and Christina's grinding crotch.

Robin screamed in orgasmic bliss as Christina and her reflection both simultaneously penetrated into her. As their tails aggressively sawed into her, Robin just drowned in pleasure. Feeling as if Christina and her reflection were echoing each others moans of pleasure through her.

Robin tried to place together coherent thoughts about what was going on, but increasingly found herself anchored in the moment by the overwhelming pleasure, and ever growing lust and desires for more. Analyzing or even thinking about any of it even in a minor attempt quickly got side tracked by an increasing almost alien urge just to embrace it.

As she lost track of orgasms, and eagerly craved the release of cumming she found the mirror growing malleable. As it rippled, and flexed beneath her, Robin reached through and took aggressive hold of the phantom reflection. Clenching to it, pleasurably and desperately to hold herself upright as her body seemed to weaken under the overwhelming pleasure. Moving to refoot herself now that she no longer had a mirror to lean against.

As she ran her hands across it, she embraced every curve. Cupping the ample breasts, the perfectly toned ass, riding the hour glass of her hips, Robin found herself increasingly aroused. Unbelievably more so than she thought was possible.

As the reflection made out with the girl from the hall over her shoulder Robin fingered deep into them both happily.

Christina and her reflection each began nibbling down separate sides of Robin's neck, enveloping her in their groping and desire for each other. Crushing her in their lust.

As Robin climaxed again she attempted to plea, just to cum once, her whimpered words reduced to moans as she found herself slowly cascading to a new pleasurable high.

"Will you give yourself over for us?"

The question seemed to echo all around Robin as she ground between her two sex partners, their tails penetrating ceaselessly into her.

Robin tried to answer but found her words garbled between panting and moaning in ecstasy.

As Robin screamed ecstastically from the next climax she found herself thrown aside. Both tails withdrawn from inside her.

As she attempted to crawl towards the duo, reaching out as Christina was flung onto the bed she hit a barrier.

Robin hammered upon it and screamed only to hear no noise.