Mike climbed off me and left me open to Mistress’ eyes as I played with my sloppy pussy. Mistress released her grip on Jim and clambered onto the bed to taste my spunk filled pussy. As she was lapping away at the new taste, Mistress gasped as Jim got onto the bed behind her, slapped her ass and very easily entered her wet pussy, doggy-style. He squeezed Mistress’ tits as he fucked her hard, slapping his thighs onto hers, and slapping his balls into the lower part of her pussy with each deep thrust of his prick. She came quite quickly and Jim kept on thrusting. Mistress had come for a second time before Jim stiffened up, and spunked in her pussy. By that time, Mistress had stopped licking me and was just resting her forehead on my pussy, and when Jim announced that he was coming, I just had to grab Mistress’ head and lift it up so that I could see her expression when she received the first ever load of spunk in her sweet, soaking pussy. I can’t even describe the expression, it was so unique.
Almost as soon as Jim stood up, Mike took his place, sloppy seconds or not, and drove straight in. He didn’t have that much spunk left to give Mistress, but due to having come twice so far, it took a long time until he did give her what he had left. After which, he got off Mistress, and I got her rolled over onto her back, to judge her state of inebriation. She was virtually out of it by then due to the excessive quantity of alcohol she’d consumed, and I knew I was going to have serious trouble getting her home in that state if we had to leave the hotel before the morning.
The men focused on my body after that, but probably only because Mistress was in no state to be of any interest to them. While many men would have wanted to continue having sex with the prettier woman, regardless of her state, the two with us were intent only on having sex with me, hopefully because I was capable of responding to them, and Mistress wasn’t. Jim went to bed and left Mike still inside me. We were lucky and Mike allowed Mistress and I to share his bed, while he slept on his couch. His logic was that sleeping on an uncomfortable couch for one night was an acceptable price to pay for the sex that took place before it; he even said so. Mike and I placed Mistress face down on the bed, and watched her to make sure she was going to be ok to sleep. I even told Mike that in her state, Mistress wouldn’t object to being fucked once more before he went to sleep. Personally, I didn’t sleep particularly well in my worry over Mistress’ condition, so I spent the rest of the night watching Mistress to make sure she was ok. My worry was that she would vomit in her sleep, and choke on it, the way other drunks had occasionally done so. By morning Mistress was feeling like death warmed up, but after she puked up twice, she was in sufficient a state to be able to go home in a cab even though she wasn’t exactly sober.
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