Anything for his fans

She slid herself up and down his cock a few more times before playfully noting, "my friends always talk about how hot watching you lick pussy is."

He look over his head, making eye contact with the closest of her friends and licked his lips.

Olivia settled onto his cock as her friend quickly discarded her tiny shorts and lowered her pussy onto his face.

One pussy on his cock and one on his mouth was much more like they way David was accustomed to starting his day, and it was long overdue. He enjoyed the two girls, while wishing it could be happening somewhere more comfortable than the floor of a convention center. The well-worn carpet was not ideal for this purpose.

As Olivia's pussy was really starting to feel great, and her anonymous friend's pussy was starting to taste great, David felt his arm being pulled to the side. He felt someone pulling his hand up, and it being held against a pussy.

Soon enough, his other arm was pulled in the other direction, and was brought to another pussy.

He didn't have, or particularly want, much choice in the matter. David did everything he could to stroke the pussies that were in his hands, while remembering to lick the clit that was being ground against his face.

Anything for his fans.

He heard the woman above him start to cum, and felt her hand hand on the back of his head, pulling him up against her.

When she crawled off him, he got a brief glimpse of Olivia happily bouncing on his cock.

A crowd of women was standing around them, watching the display. His view was interrupted as the woman grinding against his right hand climbed above him and lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

He felt another woman grab his hand and hold it to her pussy.

The situation was out of his control, which worried him a little, but the feeling of Olivia's pussy made up for it. She increased her pace as she came, which pushed him over the edge. He moaned as the woman above his face kept her pussy against his mouth.

When Olivia's pussy finally slid off his cock, he felt a mouth replace it. Maybe it was Olivia, maybe not. Whatever combination of her juices and his cum was covering it was hungrily licked off as the woman he was licking came.

Another pussy was pushed down onto his shaft and started sliding up and down him.

The woman on his face fell away panting and he got a brief glance at the woman now riding his cock before another pussy was lowered onto his face.

When that woman finally slid off of his face, he tried to think of something to say that would slow the obscene show he had unwittingly started. He hadn't expected to see what he saw.

It was Sarah. Of course it was. She was giving him that look she used when he was being stupid, but she didn't want to say it. He was used to the look.

He decided to swallow his pride, "am I late?"

The tiniest smirk crossed her face, "not yet."

She helped extricate him from the pile of women, he quickly connected with Olivia, and Sarah led him toward the green room as he hopped into his pants.

She sighed, "really? The floor?"

"It wasn't the best choice," he shook some grime out of his hair, "I can admit that."

"You know there are lounges for that?"

He didn't. He also didn't want to admit it, so he followed her quietly to the green room.