Amelia's first-ever tour of Darkbloom Enterprises went off the beaten path. She wound up in one of the private rooms set aside for employee naps. This room is just large enough for a twin-size bed and a one-drawer nightstand. A lamp atop the nightstand can toggle between different colors. She and Alex have it set to a 15 Watt flamingo pink that seems purpose-made for fucking under -- if that isn't the intent of the setting, Amelia can't fathom what is. Her clothes are strewn around the cramped space and she lies naked, on her back, head resting on her folded arms, propped on some pillows against the headboard.
From this supremely comfy pose, she doesn't need to do anything more than lie there and enjoy herself. Alex is doing all the work.
Sweaty, breathy, heaving, and hard, Alex bounces on Amelia's cock. He's as naked as she is, save the employee badge card he didn't bother to shuck off, which hangs around his neck on a long black lanyard. He's propped on all fours, his belly towards the ceiling and his crown towards Amelia's feet. It's an almost gymnastic pose and he fucks himself on Amelia's cock with gymnastic stamina, up and down, up and down relentlessly, his pointy jaw yawning in pleasure and his hair matted by perspiration. Amelia loves to watch him go. Alex is so feminine in mannerism and voice, girlish down to the gentle prettiness of his face. But nude, he's unmistakably male -- hard taut tummy, flat chest and hips -- and although he's far from a bodybuilder, underneath his skin is the clear impression of a male's musculature. Then of course there's the most obviously male part of all: his swaying nuts and stiff cock. In his crablike position, Alex's dick is like something alien grafted onto him, sticking out at an awkward and prominent angle, impossible not to stare at if she tried. It bounces half out of sync with Alex himself, thwacking against his navel, making a syncopated beat that melds with the jingly clatter of the lanyard and badge card against his pecs.
Another thing Amelia loves to watch is the way her dick sinks to its base in Alex's soft snug fuckhole. The way the ring of his anus distends and blanches and clings to the veiny hardness of her rigid shaft. The way his cheeks undulate and plap with the force of his masturbatory humping. A boy as delicate as Alex is just begging to get pinned down and raped until he passes out -- Amelia would love to -- but even if she crawled on top of him, put him in a full-nelson and fucked him until his brain broke, she would hardly be able to treat Alex as cruelly as he does on her behalf. Alex willfully uses Amelia's cock to destroy his own boypussy with a single-minded determination both cute and hot.
But the hottest thing of all is that Alex isn't even doing this out of the subservient impulse to please her. He's doing it to get himself off like the bitch he is, to drive himself to a creamy orgasm by breaking his ass on her futa dick. He's doing it for the sake of his own cum. Amelia can tell. Alex is a greedy, nasty little slut at heart, and his submissiveness is the trick by which he convinces people to dominate him until he blows his load. But he's so pretty bouncing on top of her, his ass is so warm and tight and wet against her bare cock, that she'll let him have his fun. She'll be Alex's living dildo for as long as he's willing to be her walking onahole.
The gaspy little noises and squeaks he makes, his drawling "unh, unh" of mind-melted pleasure, make Amelia's heart swell with equal measures of sadism and adoration. He's cutest when he's most desperate. His cuteness makes her want to kind of hurt him. Amelia gently tweaks her own nipples and runs a palm sensually up and down her body. She fights the urge to help Alex whatsoever, doesn't fuck him back even a little bit. All he gets from her are the wonderful little involuntary twitches and throbs of her pleasure-soaked cock inside his body. Although she's on fire with the ape-like instinct to swing her hips and mash her cock into Alex's hot cunt until she squirts... it's more fun letting him work himself into a frenzied lather. He's such a little spinner. An Energizer bunny who'll bounce and bounce all day long if she lets him. She just may.
Amelia can't ignore the juicy-looking toy whipping like a flicked doorstopper in front of her face. The moment her soft palm wraps around the base of Alex's cutely flopping penis, he lets out a particularly shrill little moan of pleasure and looses a warm little spurt of transparent precum from his piss slit. Amelia holds him loosely, teasingly, and jerks his foreskin up and down across the sensitive mushroom head in slow strokes. His whole body shivers, inside and out, sending electric tendrils of pleasure down Amelia's engorged fuckmeat. She likes what she's seeing. Although Alex isn't as freakishly well-endowed, he's no slouch either, especially in girth. He's got a fat, hot, masculine cock. Amelia's pussy, already wet and crying out for attention, clenches with the thought of letting a dick like this sink into her. She finds herself more comfortable, generally, with women, and if she had to choose she would choose orgasming from her cock first and foremost. But there's something to be said for getting hammered by a nice hard dick and letting it cum inside. She can't wait to see Alex's reaction the first time she invites him to fuck her raw.
Alex is still wagging his hips and Amelia is still languidly jerking him off when an intruder finds them.
"What the hell! You're both still on company time, you know!" Whitney slyly checks the hall outside the room to see if anyone is nearby before slipping in and closing the door behind her.
"Wouldn't be the first time you paid me to get fucked," Alex says, a perverted rasp to his voice. He doesn't break pace at all. He just keeps rubbing his slut-button on Amelia's cock. Little fucking freak.
With a toe, Whitney tests one of the articles of clothing on the ground -- Alex's boxers, as it turns out. "Yeesh. I was wondering what the hell was taking you guys so long."
"We'll be done soon," Amelia promises, surprised to find herself a little out of breath.
"Pffh," Whitney pouts. One side of her mouth puffs up.
"Oh? You want some, too?" Amelia asks. Whitney's gotten so much in the past couple days that Amelia is honestly surprised the woman could want any more. Alabaster's aside the other night between marathon rounds -- "you can't cum inside her enough, trust me" -- wasn't idle dirty talk or hyperbole, but a warning, one Amelia didn't heed.
"I don't have any more meetings today," Whitney says as she shimmies free of her business clothes and tosses them on the ground with the rest. She approaches the foot of the bed. "I am a little hungry, though," she adds with a twinkle in her eye.
Amelia spreads her meaty thighs. "Come eat."
Alex rises to his haunches to grant Whitney some space to lie prone between Amelia's legs. And the darling never, ever stops bouncing. Amelia rewards him by tightening her hold on his dick and jerking him a little faster.
"Well? How do you like Mel's cock?" Whitney asks.
"It's good... it's so good..." Alex pants. "It's... turning me into s-such a, such a... fffffffucking bitch..."
"You were already a bitch," Whitney reminds him. Eyes crossing, nostrils being invaded by Amelia's sexy smell, Whitney lets out a moaning murmur and then plants a wet kiss on Amelia's balls: "Mmmmmm... mwah." But her prize is underneath those sweaty, slime-covered nuts. She parts them to find Amelia's cunt slit.
As much as Whitney loved getting spitroasted by Ally and Mel the other night, she's still a born carpet muncher too, and Amelia's carpet is a delight to munch -- a peachy, wet, and womanly hole, so hot and so squishy and so easy to latch her lips onto. Whitney moans again when she gets her mouth on Mel's glistening twat. Even the taste of it is perfect, bitter and pungent like spunk but girlish and light like cream too.
Now this, Amelia thinks, is the life. Both sets of genitals getting top-class service, and she doesn't have to lift a finger. A dyke eating her out and a faggot using his insides to massage her horny prick: can it get any better? Whitney's pussy-licking is lewd and loud, wet suckles and smooches echoing throughout the room. Every once in a while she pauses to kiss Amelia at the union of hers and Alex's bodies, or to go even lower and probe Amelia's tightly puckered asshole with the slimy tip of her tongue -- but mostly, and selfishly, Whitney stays latched to that honey-sweet cunt in between, and sucks the neverending stream of juice from Amelia's overheated hole.
"I'm gonna cum," Alex whines. "I, I'm gonna -- gonna cum like a girl on you, Mel--!!" Amelia lets go of Alex's prick. "Unh--" he moans, blueballed.
"If you want to cum like a girl, cum like a girl," Amelia says. "Go on."
Alex is too greedy, though. Still swinging his hips, he tries to jerk himself off to completion. Shamelessly, urgently, he faps himself as he screws Amelia's dick. Amelia puts a stop to such bratty behavior right away. She takes Alex by both wrists and pulls him a little further forward, meanwhile rooting him in place atop her massive cock. This roughness surprises him. He pauses, his eyes shooting open to meet Amelia's. For just a moment, he lets Amelia hold him there like that. But lust overcoming him again, he decides that if she won't let him touch himself, he can at least go back to bouncing. He gets a couple squelching humps in before Amelia tightens her grip and pulls down on his wrists even harder to force him stone-still. Fully impaled atop her, he's unable to fuck at all. His cock strains and throbs and reddens, showing plainly how desperate for stimulation of any kind it is. "Ahhnn--" Alex sighs. He grinds his hips back and forth, corkscrews himself and writhes, the only type of movement he can manage. But what he really wants is to keep fucking himself up and down, to feel Amelia's splendid cock plunge in and out of his pussy like a piston until it makes him spray his baby batter. "Mel... please..."
Amelia's voice is that of a gently chiding mother: "No. Hold still."
"Melllll..."
"Shh. Just sit there. That's it. Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Melllll... pleeeeeease..."
Her voice threads the needle of gentleness and capricious cruelty. "Do you feel me inside you? Do you feel how hard I am inside you, Alex, baby? I'm all the way in... allll the way in. Sit on me and cum like a girl if that's what you want so much. Come on." Amelia rises just a little on the pillows and cranes her neck to watch the dark mop of Whitney's bobbing head. "Keep licking me like that, Whitney. I'll cum on your face, okay?"
Whitney says nothing, but nods enthusiastically and keeps on sucking. Amelia's balls resting heavily on her forehead make such an obscene sight.
"Ahh -- ahh -- ahh," Alex gasps, his voice as high as a schoolgirl. He presses his ass down on Amelia's crotch with all his weight and grinds himself, hard, forcing the head of her cock against the engorged nub of his prostate. Meanwhile, involuntarily, his ass milks her shaft and tightens up, until her cock turns plum-colored from the constriction. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" He cries triumphantly, and his pathetic dick shoots off without any contact. Not in a big, ceiling-spattering arc, but in a long, slow, gooey, oozing series of pulsing streams, that rumble through his shaft so powerfully the waves are visible. He cums so much his throbbing prick looks like it's been dipped in wax as the load goes seeping down towards Amelia's belly and pools in her navel.
Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Amelia fucks. She keeps Alex's wrists pinned to the mattress on either side of her waist and pounds his hole in a brutal series of thrusts that come fast, hard, and oh so fucking deep. The almost hollow cacophony of flesh wetly slapping flesh must be audible from the halls outside, but neither Amelia nor Alex nor Whitney give a shit. Dazed, Alex stares transfixed at the way Amelia's entire body ripples underneath him with the raw force of her fuck. Her sweaty tits and her cum-smeared, pudgy tummy, her wide hips, her fat thighs, all seem to be made of Jello -- and yet that prong inside him seems to be made of unalloyed steel, as it fucks him straight past his guts and into the very core of his soul. And then she's cumming all over the fucking place, hosing down Alex's inner walls with gobs and gobs of jizz and creaming Whitney's face -- making a nasty, sticky, smelly mess of the little room and both her willing fucktoys.
Alex commits to memory the look on Amelia's face at the moment she orgasms with both her pussy and cock. She completely loses her composure, her expression contorting into a droopy, lolling, O-mouthed caricature of purified lust. Her moaning, so deep and guttural, so sex-crazed and stupid, is enough to keep Alex's cummy prick erect. In that delicious and all-too-brief interval of climax, Amelia is no longer a sentient creature, but wholly and solely a conduit for the pleasure of her gushing cunt, her spurting dick.
When it's over, when Amelia comes back to her senses with long satisfied sighs, and Alex painfully dismounts -- Whitney is on cleanup. Her face already looking like a glazed donut, she doesn't hesitate at all to suck the spunk from Alex's gaping asshole. Alex whines anew, his fists balled up by his chest, and Amelia keeps him spread for Whitney's convenience. She gets her tongue nice and deep, slurps loudly, and practically gargles Amelia's jelly-thick cock load. Amelia loves the way Whitney's pink tongue looks when it's swimming and halfway submerged in a frothy pool of fresh semen, the way her face looks when it's plastered with girlcum and dripping spunk off her lips and chin.
When Whitney finishes cleaning out Alex's butt with her mouth, she stands unsteadily on the bed and forces a French kiss on him.
"Whit-ney--" he stammers.
She yanks him by a tuft of hair, bringing his head back. "Help me eat it, you dirty little bitch," she sneers. And with that, she makes Alex snowball Amelia's load back and forth between their mouths.
Amelia has another inviting view to enjoy: a brown, toned tomboy ass. High-powered executive and MILF she may be, Whitney still finds the time to work out and play sports. Her legs are well-muscled, her bubble butt is tight and bouncy. Tanlines ring her legs and hips, leaving her butt and crotch somewhat paler than the rest of her. This only accentuates how mouth-watering that ass looks. Amelia parts Whitney's cheeks, dives in, and pigs out.
"Ooooh," Whitney squeaks, a bit surprised. She glances back over her shoulder. "That tickles."
"Want me to stop?" Amelia says with a smirk.
Whitney pushes Amelia into her butt again with a hand on the back of Amelia's skull. "Fuck no. Lick that ass." And as Amelia starts to rim her in earnest, Whitney goes back to helping Alex swallow that creamy load of cum. It's bittersweet both literally and figuratively as the last of it slides down her gullet. But there's more on tap, always -- and Whitney is excited to take the next juicy load in her womb.