So there I was, sitting on the table with Angie on the chair in front of me sucking my dick for all she's worth when the storage room door swung wide open.
"Oh fuck," I said, desperately trying to push Angie away and get my pants up before whoever came in here looking for some post it notes instead got a full on view of my balls. I was freaking, Angie was not. She calmly took her mouth off of me and grabbed my arms.
"Don't worry baby, It's only Emily. She's going to join us – unless you have an objection"
Objection? Hell no! For one thing Emily was smoking hot with long black hair and long legs, for another she was Angie's immediate boss which meant she couldn't well cut our time short if she was back here getting fucked too.
"What the fuck," I said, "Why don't you pull up a chair?"
She did and moments later I had two woman lapping at my dick like it was a snow cone on a hot August afternoon. The contrast between the women was great, with Angie's blonde hair and Emily's black hair commingling in their quest to seemingly make me cum way too soon! My cock hit the back of Angie's throat and she gagged, a most pleasant feeling as Emily stood and began to undress.
Emily was wearing a knee lenght black skirt with some very sexy heels and a red blouse that contrasted well with the long hair falling over her shoulders. She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing thigh-high stalking's covering some very nice, trim legs. They looked about 4 feet long from where I was sitting. She was wearing a pair of black thongs and those quickly joined the skirt on the floor. Her blouse and bra were next, but she kept the nylons and shoes on much to my pleasure. There is something amazingly sexy about a woman in thigh-highs, sexy shoes and nothing else.
Emily sat back down and took Angie's place on my cock. Angie is one of the sexiest dressers I have ever known and today was no different. She had on soft cotton pants that clung to her ass and a shirt cut so low that it was wholly inappropriate to wear to a bank. These quickly joined Ahsley's cloths in a quickly growing pile of discarded garments. Angie wore no underwear of any kind on most days, in the 6 months since we started fucking I'd seen her in panties on only a half dozen occasions – today was not one of them.
My cock was being expertly worked on by Emily, who seemed to love to use her tongue and get my cock covered in spit. She would work the head in and out of her mouth, tonguing my pee hole and the underside of my head; then she would spit on my cock and with long strokes of her soft hands rub me in a way that was most agreeable.
Angie now naked wanted some attention. She pushed me down so that I was lying on the table while Emily was performing her miracles on my cock. Angie slid up onto the table and straddled my face.
"Eat me," she ordered and who was I to disappoint the lady?
My tongue found its mark, and her clit was already at attention. I used my tongue to roll it around my lips, putting pressure on it and then sucking on it gently. I could tell from the way she started bucking her hips that I was doing just the right things. Moving my head down I placed my tongue into her hole and that was it, she came right then, covering my mouth with her sweet juices.
Emily had apparently had seen enough and I felt her move from the chair up onto the table and straddle my fully erect cock. I had a brief thought of hoping that the table would support all three of us but I didn't have the thought long as my cock was forcefully surrounded and engulfed by Emily's pussy. She was as tight a woman as I had ever felt, almost to the point of discomfort, but she was wet and warm and certainly knew what she was doing.
She had her feet underneath her and was bouncing up and down on my cock, taking every inch of me from the word go. This was an impressive task; most women take at least a few pushes to get used to my girth. She was making some impressive noises too and she was either the easiest girl in the world to get off or she routinely made whimpering sounds like a puppy when she fucked; my guess is the former. This girl was fucking the living shit out of me and I was loving it.
Angie meanwhile had moved herself up a bit to give me access to her ass. She had discovered with fucking me that she really liked having her ass played with, licked and fucked. What the hell, if she liked it I liked it. I liked around her hole in tight circles, changing directions and pausing to lick her with some long strokes of my tongue every now and again. I was aided in my quest to make her have a good time by her right hand, which was frigging her clit at a furious pace – God how I love to watch a woman get herself off, and it didn't take Angie much longer as her body convulsed and she moaned so loudly that if her boss hadn't been in the room buried up to the hilt with my cock, she would have come to investigate.
I needed a break if I was going to make it through the hour in one piece. I persuaded both ladies to get off of me and lay back on the table, side by side. Their legs intertwined when they spread them and it was a beautiful sight – Angie's tanned, muscular legs and Emily's trim, stockinged thighs. I was in heaven. I pulled my chair up and put my face between Emily's legs.
