Why was she doing this?
Felicia Hardy had been a cat burglar, it was true, but those days were long over with. She had people to steal for her now. She could order gunmen to do a smash and grab to take anything she wanted. She could outright buy any loot she craved. Why was she bothering to sneak into a penthouse after dark to knock over one piddling safe?
Maybe it was that it was the Eye of Aragon in that safe. Maybe she was just nostalgic. It was exciting her a little, being in her costume—even updated, there wasn't much point to putting her new one on when she just gave orders and signed checks. At least this gave her an excuse.
She overcame the lock on the window—it wasn't like they could expect anyone to pick it thirty stories up—and slipped silently inside. The room was divided by an alcove. Felicia was standing in the part with the kitchenette and the television set. The bed was in the other section, barely visible in the darkness.
At first, Felicia thought she was alone. Then she heard springs squeaking.
"Your cunt is so tight," a man groaned.
It was Peter.
"Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy," a woman urged him. "It gets harder every time you put it in my pussy."
Stunned, Felicia's immediate reaction was to flee. But her feet would only move in one direction. Forward, toward the bed. As Felicia silently drew closer, the figures on the bed seemed to jump out in the darkness. It was as if her eyes were casting a light on them that only she could see. And suddenly, Felicia could see everything.
Peter was sprawled on top of her own protégé, Cindy Moon. His bare ass was bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. The squishing of his pumping cock in her damp pussy sounded like waves lapping against the shore.
"Ready for my cum?" Peter asked.
"Give it to me, Daddy," Cindy moaned, her young voice squeaking and straining immaturely. "Fill me full of hot jizz."
"Hang on."
Felicia could see the cheeks of Peter's ass clenching as his cock lurched in Cindy's cunt. In her mind, she pictured the white cum spurting, thought she could hear it hissing. Peter had always come so much when he was with her—did Cindy even have room for all of it?
Felicia looked away, trying to free herself from the obscene spectacle. But she found herself staring into an all revealing mirror that covered the wall like the side of a dance studio. Not only was she confronted with the reflection of her ex and her would-be conquest fucking, she was forced to stare into her own ashen face.
The effect was hypnotic. Felicia braced herself against the mirror, breaking her hands of what they wanted to do, to touch, by plunging them against the cool surface of the glass, but still watching herself watch Peter fuck Cindy. She'd intended much the same for herself: strap on a cock, mount the little witch, fuck her brains out and watch those surprisingly well-appointed breasts fly as she tried to take it. Felicia had been working on Cindy for ages, plying her, seducing her, earning her trust, and now Peter had just whipped out his big cock and Cindy was his bitch, as stupid as Felicia had been.
Peter's manhood withdrew from Cindy's pussy, glistening even in the half-light. Cindy grabbed for it, giggling when it slipped from her hands. She was playing with it, rubbing her own juices into it, delighting in how long it took her small hands to travel over its immense length. And still she didn't appreciate that cock half as much as Felicia would have. If only Peter weren't such a bastard, such a goody-two-shoes, if only he'd whip it out for her instead of some know-nothing newbie.
Finally, Cindy jumped to her knees. Peter's prick couldn't escape now. She was stuffing it into her mouth, keeping it hard with a blow-job. Felicia watched, disbelieving, as its equally immense imprint traveled Cindy's bulging cheek and slid to the back of her throat. Cindy gagged, she sputtered, but Peter's member kept going in, until Felicia could see the swan-like delicacy of Cindy's throat distended by the monster entering it.
"You can't stand to see my prick soft, can you?" Peter laughed.
Cindy responded with sucking noises. Her lips wriggled down the shaft of Peter's cum-slicked cock. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to breathe, and Felicia could only imagine how Peter's crotch smelled to her, filled with cum and covered with it too, his and hers.
Peter flopped back on the bed, moaning. "Oh, eat me, baby, eat me!"
Felicia's view in the mirror was unblocked. Cindy's mouth stroked Peter's hard-on. Her hand squeezed Peter's balls, while the fingers of the other massaged his asshole. Felicia didn't know if she wanted to be fucking Cindy's face or on the receiving end of the same fuck.
Peter got hotter and hotter. He could no longer be passive. "Let me fuck you in the mouth," he said to Cindy.
The bodies moved on the bed, firm, perfectly, glistening with sweat and red with pleasure. Peter crawled on top of Cindy again. Only this time his crotch was flush against her face.
Peter ground his hips in the classic motion of fucking. He was using Cindy's mouth as a pussy. Cindy moaned into his thrusting, gagging on him and enjoying it, eyes closed as she took him, just delighting in being allowed to receive him however he chose to give himself to her.
As Felicia watched, she recalled the taste of Peter's cock. She found herself licking her lips, half-wishing it was she on the bed blowing him.
But her desire did not stop there. For the reflection in the mirror also gave her a perfect view of Cindy's wide-open cunt.
Felicia blacked out for a moment. When she caught up with herself, her lips were shivering from cold glass. She was kissing the mirror right on the spot where she had seen that wet pussy.
She pulled back, shocked by her behavior. But the lewd images in the mirror would not go away. Nor would the burning between Felicia's legs. Her cunt was on fire. As though they belonged to a stranger, she felt her fingers clawing between her legs, touching her cunt through her costume, and it was so sensitive that it was like the leather wasn't even there.
Felicia's mind made a desperate adjustment. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Cindy's pussy she was fingering. Somehow it seemed more natural than lurking in the shadows and doing it to herself.
Moans of passion bubbled to Felicia's lips. She was on the verge of tipping off her presence when something completely unforeseen saved her.
Something turned the blackness behind Felicia's closed eyelids to a dull orange. When she blinked, a growing shaft of light from the bathroom door was bathing her face.
Somebody was coming out. They'd trip right over her if she didn't move.
Felicia scooted out of the way just in time. From behind a chair, she saw a beautiful naked woman emerge from the bathroom.
Gwen was medium-height, and slim, her body modestly proportioned, but actually about as curvaceous as Cindy, who was surprisingly stacked for such a petite woman. The two nude women could almost have been sisters, at least in body... a thought that was all the more alluring to Felicia.
"Did I miss anything?" she asked Cindy and Peter.
"Ah, you know me better than that, Gwen," Peter said. "Just as soon as I'm finished fucking Cindy in the mouth, I'll give you your share."
Gwen waved him off, saying, "It's all right, lover. The truth is I get a charge out of watching you two get it on. "
"Then you ought to appreciate this," Peter grunted.
As he pushed his hips against Cindy's face, his cock went off in her mouth. The room filled with her gulping sounds as she sucked down Peter's squirting jizz. Then Peter's long, satisfied exhale as Cindy kept sucking, desperate for one last drop from his exhausted manhood.
