'Consider it ordered,' said the black herm. She pulled down Katie's apron and scooped a tit into her mouth. Katie's milk immediately let down, and her other tit leaked in sympathy
'I think.. you have to.. tell reception...,' she moaned. Her cock slowly lifted from beneath her apron.
'Get on the bed,' growled the taller slut. 'All fours, face the TV.'
Katie did as she was told. She crawled onto the bedsheets, her tail flicking back and forth to spread her scent, and she circled around to face the television. Ling Colt was in a similar position on screen getting pounded by a zebra herm. The black and white striped skin tone was rather striking.
Beside the bed, the black herm called reception. 'This is Chantelle of room 502. Please add room whoring to my bill. No no, she's already here. Thank you.' That done, she stepped up onto the bed and took her position behind Katie.
'Both your holes are enticing. I don't know which one to choose,' mused Chantelle.
'Both are very well-used,' replied Katie. 'But if you want some sloppy seconds you'll have to choose my cunt.'
'Cunt it is!' Chantelle lined up her black rod and sunk it into the slut's depths. Inch after inch after inch slid into the fuckhole until the herm felt her cock dive into the pool of jizz left by another of her kind.
'I'm going to make you suck my dick clean when I'm finished with you whore!'
'Yes mistress!'
Chantelle pulled out, and thrusted back in. Katie pushed back to greet her, and their hips smacked together. Her tits swung, gliding deliciously along her cock, her nipples brushing the silk bedsheets. Back and forth they swung with the rhythm of their fucking. Her milk leaked out, and pre drooled from her cock.
On screen, Ling Colt was getting spitroasted as a group of zebra herms did an erotic tribal dance around her. By the end of the film the Asian slut will have taken every single load promised in those heavy black ballsacs. She truly was a cum dumpster. Watching her porn was empowering.
Chantelle flipped her over. She was still standing on the bed, and she lifted Katie by the legs to keep herself buried inside her snatch. Her tits fell into her face and her cock poked into her chin. She grabbed her tits and heaved them up, making sure her temporary mistress could see her face again, and then she began to suck herself off.
Chantelle roared in approval at this slutty display. She pile drived her cock in and out of the willing whore and Katie knew it wouldn't be long before another load of horsey seed was in her belly. She sucked and slurped as hard as she could, urging her own orgasm to hasten.
The black slutmare towering over her slammed her cock into the hilt and held it there as her legs shook. She started to scream and Katie felt her balls tense, and suddenly, with a feral look in the black herm's eyes, she yanked Katie's cock from her mouth and bent forward to take it into her own.
Katie felt like she had a firehose attached to her body. The unexpected change of mouths pushed her over the edge and she blasted cum out. She gripped the bedsheets and her tits fell back into her face, muffling her own screams. She had no idea how long it lasted. She just kept cumming and cumming.
Chantelle let go and Katie's hips fell to the bed. A final spurt of cum shot from her cock over her tits and face. Her tongue searched out for whatever it could reach.
'Time to clean me up, slut.' Chantelle sat down on the bed and motioned toward her flaccid cock that still extended from its sheath. Katie nodded, and she crawled over to lay her head in Chantelle's lap so she could both do her tasty chore and watch more of Ling Colt.