Who is he to argue?

Ross was always frustrated with the ladies. He didn’t understand what their problem was, he was what they were supposed to always want, smart, built like an 80’s action hero, manly.

But for some reason, they always rejected his advances or shook their heads at him. Hell, a few times they even accused him of being inappropriate. But when Jenna stepped in front of him like the naked pornstar she was all he could think was how much he wanted to boink her.

He gazed up her red tinted, flawless skin, licked his lips at the neat fold of her pussy, her hairless mons, grab-able hips, flat stomach, and oh so generous breasts. His eyes didn’t get to wander much further as she bent over in front of him, showing the perfect hang of her large breasts beneath her, as her face met his perverted gaze.

Throwing her now black streaked brunette hair over one shoulder Jenna smiled with her cock sucker lips at Ross. “I was wondering if you could help me.” Jenna playfully commented in a sultry childish voice, grabbing and pressing her now E cup breasts together. “My new friend over there, wants me to wait a bit before enjoying her. Can I enjoy you in the meantime?” Jenna nodded at Moesha before placing her hand’s on Ross’s knees and sliding them up towards his crotch pressing down.

Ross dropped his jaw glancing behind him, this was like something out of a sex dream. As he marvelled at the black chick that had rejected his advances earlier his mind raced about what to do. He couldn’t wait to watch them make out, suck on his cock, feel their tits...But didn't that black chick just tell him to fuck off 20 minutes ago?

Moesha felt a bit embarrassed as the guy turned to look at her, positioning her arm across her swollen breasts and a hand across her damp pussy reminded her how little she had to be modest about. Her breasts were large and beautiful, and she could go for a fuck... The hands soon transitioning from covering to exploring just how sensitive and hungry for pleasure her body had become.

“If you’re worried about us sharing, I’m sure we can both work something out.” Ross turned back to Jenna, gasping as she somehow reached her tongue down beneath his belt line to taste the tip of his bulging erections.

“Uhmm.. Okay... Yeah...” Ross couldn't pass this up, what kind of idiot would that make him. Besides, he needed pictures, the guys would never believe this score. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Mmm... No...” Jenna moaned, nipping along the hardened cock through the shorts. “I don’t think we can wait that long.”

“But we could get...”

“Wouldn’t that make it all the hotter... Think about the story you can tell if we do get caught. We get kicked out of this hotel...” Moesha interrupted Ross, she really didn’t like hearing him talk. The words seemed to just be suggested to her in her mind. "Think of the proof of your masculinity getting caught would be." Strutting forward to him as he stuttered trying to stop Jenna from exposing his cock Moesha made up her mind.

“Put that tongue to use.” She commanded putting a leg up on the bench next to Ross and pulling his ponytail of greasy black hair to press his face to her pussy.

Ross didn’t know what to do, his nose inhaling the scent of Moesha's juices and their slightly corrupted influence.

“But…” Ross's words were muffled as Moesha pressed his face forcefully against her mons. God she hated hearing his voice, as he tried struggling a bit she held him there, adamant about seeing if maybe there was some use for his tongue.

Jenna swatted away Ross's hands as he also tried to struggle against her pulling his shorts down. Jenna debated giving some words of encouragement, but as she exposed the top 2” of his circumcised dick she dove down onto it. She sucked hard on it, lapping her tongue around the tip, relishing his slight hip thrust as his attempt to avoid the public threesome was further thwarted by the unexpectedly strong women, and the too good to believe sensations.

As his thoughts and mind were stunned by the overwhelming pleasure, his body followed its natural instincts. His lips slowly and submissive kissed across Moesha’s mons, his hand shifting from pressing her legs away, to grabbing her firm round ass cheek and pulling her towards him, while the other hand shifted to stroking through the increasingly dark hair of Jenna, as she relished the cock between her lips, his shorts now down to his ankles.

As Ross’s mind tried to catch up and process just what he was doing his thoughts began to steer towards a why not, his will ceding to temptation, and the desire to fulfil so many fantasies. His lips suckled on the top of Moesha’s labia, rolling the swollen clit beneath it slightly before his tongue tasted the increasingly irresistible sweetness of her wet pussy.

Moesha hummed and hawed. Relishing the misogynistic douche finally taking a cue, and being useful. She didn’t think about him as she rolled her head back, eyes closed. She thought purely about her own personal pleasure, growing hungrier to fulfil her need for orgasm.

Moesha leaned back slightly, clenching one of her now D cup breasts she rolled the nipple between her fingers, excited and egged on by the firm hand clamping her ass. She felt free to immerse herself and soak in the previously unknown pleasure rolling across her body. Gazing down at Jenna she smiled, thinking about how they both were just using this waste of breath.

Jenna attempted to giggle with amusement as Ross gasped in pleasure holding her head down on his swelling cock, grinding up into her throat groaning in a **** attempt to cum. As Ross finally gave up the attempt and panted heavily she lifted her head from his cock with hardly a ****.

Stroking the now 8” cock Jenna debated chastising him, how could he ever expect to please a woman if he tries to cum just minutes into a blowjob?

Dragging her body up across his, her nipples drizzled corrupted milk, their darkening tips and areolas protruding with prominence against the increasingly crimson skin, as she moved to straddle the muscle jock. “I hope you aren’t so easily drawn to climax by my pussy.”

Jenna didn’t feel discouraged by Ross’s inability to cum, in fact, it felt right. The ominous yet alluring voice in her head was growing stronger, louder. Its words made her feel increasingly aroused, instructing her on how everything was going perfectly. On how she would help these two give up their souls to cum with her into eternal orgasmic bliss.

A dark idea she found made her crave the wind up of more climaxes, more and more.

As she ground across Ross’s cock cowgirl, she pulled his head free of Moesha, feeding his lips a turgid nipple gasping in relief as she felt the pressure of corrupted milk drop as he fed upon it. His body, in turn, starting to subtly bulge even more with muscle.

Looking to Moesha, Jenna leaned toward the black woman pulling her by the ass closer. Her lips kissed upon the woman’s mons, downwards towards her clit. Her 6” tongue reaching out and lapping down across it and into her pussy.

Looking upward Moesha gasped in surprise at the euphoric bliss, wondering just how this woman could be reaching so far with her tongue. She fondled her breasts more and more, **** to add to the pleasure already flooding her body. One hand stroked Jenna’s hair affectionately, blindly shifting it and feeling across her scalp, down along her forehead, back across her... Looking down Moesha gasped as a sudden climax rippled through her body, eyes wide at the craven look of sexual hunger, from now yellow eyes, between pointed ears, topped with a glossy raven mane.