Threesome

Mercy stepped quietly into the bathroom. Maria was a decent asset, but Lane was smart, and not to be underestimated, unpredictable. Mercy smiled as she palmed the box with the green kryptonite. If Lane gave her any trouble...

Soft as a panther, Mercy padded toward the only closed stall. There were sounds from within, two bodies, moving; the bodyguard wondered if the reporter had somehow gotten the advantage of their agent. If that was the case, she'd have ****...

A cry of passion halted Mercy in her tracks. Then she burst into the stall.

Lois Lane, star reporter for the Daily Planet, her tongue buried to the hilt in Maria's pussy. Both women were naked, and facing away from the entrance of the stall, the dark-haired reporter on her knees, the pink-and-red-haired barmaid half-standing but bent over to present her dripping puss to the other woman's tongue.

Mercy stood there, frozen, barely breathing, just watching them. She knew that Lex wanted Lois prepped for the experiment as soon as possible, knew that Maria was not going to get her there—not preoccupied like that—but she also knew that neither of them knew she was there. They were all alone in their little world. She could burst their bubble at any time, catch them in flagrante delicto...

Mercy felt a familiar itch in her pussy. The bodyguard bit her lip. She was already soaked. How long had it been, since she had gotten off? A month? When he was onto a new project, Lex was a maniac, barely sleeping, constantly demanding...she hadn't had any time to herself...

Absently, she began to disrobe. Lois had worked out a rhythm, and Maria was responding...each pant seeming to come a little faster than the last, building up into a crescendo, becoming a low and steady moan. Not some porn star's exclamation or howl, but a back-of-the-throat purr that seemed to last right through the panting.

Naked, Mercy stuck two fingers in her mouth, getting them nice and wet. Her other hand found its way to her puss, and that was wet too. Cautiously, quiet as a cat, she got down on her knees behind Lois. The reporter's legs were still folded under her, that perfect little ass hovering inches above the floor, the black fur perfectly outlining her bush...and subtle as an assassin, Mercy cupped that puss from behind, slipping one finger up inside.

She was rewarded with a hot, wet spray against her fingers, and a sudden gasp from Lois.

"You ladies look to be enjoying yourselves." Mercy said, casting her voice as low and gravelly as she could. "Room for one more?"

Not waiting for a reply, she pressed gained a further hold on the reporter's cunt—and the reporter responded by wiggling her hips, almost humping the intruding finger.

The three of them were a unit now, slowly coming together. Mercy positioned herself just behind Lois, her breasts rubbing against the woman's shoulders. Dragged her hard nipples up and down her back. This required her to shift her hand, bringing it around to grope the reporter's puss from the front, two fingers sliding in and out of her.

Maria, for her part, looked back—Mercy saw the glance of recognition, but one look from Lex's bodyguard silenced the barmaid.

"Let's shift." Mercy suggested. She half stood, still keeping Lois in her lap, two fingers deep in that warm tunnel. Maria straightened, stretched, and they did an awkward three-body shuffle in the cramped stall, which ended with Mercy sitting on the toilet, Lois still on top of her, legs dangling apart over the bodyguard's knees, and both of their pussies presented to Maria.

The barmaid got on her knees before the two women and ran a pink tongue over the stacked pusses, beginning with Mercy on the bottom and all the way up to Lois' clit. At the bottom, her chin nearly clipped the edge of the toilet bowl, at the top, she had to fight with Mercy's fingers.

With the reporter resting on top of her, the bodyguard's hands were free, and she brought both of them to bear on Lois' cunt. The reporter felt four fingers plunge into her—not too deep, just to slip past the outer lips and spread them open, slowly pulling them wider apart than they had ever been, exposing the not pink depths to Maria's eager tongue... The stall was filled with moans, mostly from Lois, and low sensual growls from Mercy as she played with her new toy, fingers pulling and pulling at the slowly widening cleft as it stretched and gaped.

"Hey," Maria said, as she brought her sticky chin back from another double-pussy lick. "I've got a trick I think you two will love." She held up a light, bright and shining red...