A Fitting Trio

Nicole and Olivia are fucking before work, Nicole’s tongue deep inside Olivia’s slick cunt when that knock hits the door. Clark, all polite and pressed, waiting outside with layout sketches for the new line. Olivia climbs off Nicole’s face, tits still wet from Nicole’s mouth, and slips a silky robe on. “Five minutes,” she mouths. Nicole’s left there throbbing, cunt clenching on nothing. Clark’s barely two sentences into colorways when Olivia notices how his pants strain. She pushes him against the counter, unzips him and wraps those long fingers around his dick. He’s hard fast. She bends over the table, thong yanked to the side, and he slides straight in, thick cock splitting her open. Quick, desperate thrusts, skin slapping, breath heavy. Nicole creeps into the doorway, eyes wide. Her hand shoots down between her legs, two fingers rubbing fast circles on her swollen clit as she watches Olivia’s ass bounce. The wet sounds mix with the little choked moans Nicole bites back. Clark suddenly gasps, pulls out, apologizing, dick still twitching. Olivia smirks, brushing hair from her face like nothing happened. The second he rounds the corner into the hall Nicole’s on him—yanks his undone belt, drops to her knees, sucks him straight from Olivia’s pussy. Clark groans, stumbles, but his hand ends up in Nicole’s curls as she swallows him deep. They fuck standing up, Nicole braced on the wall now, Clark pounding into her from behind. That’s when Olivia finds them. For half a second she looks pissed, then hungry. She strips the robe, steps forward, grabs Nicole’s chin and kisses her hard while Clark is still buried inside her girlfriend. All three end up on the floor, a tangle of mouths and hands. Olivia on her back with Nicole straddling her face, Clark driving back into Olivia, every slap and moan echoing off the kitchen tiles until the lingerie samples on the table are the last thing anyone’s thinking about.