Her hips jerked. There was a squishing noise as her thighs shifted position. Susan panted. Her nipples became erect and throbbed along with her cunt."...h, and we can't forget Heather, now can we?" Melissa said. Next to her, Heather shuddered. She let out a strained gasp and a shrill whimper. There was a muffled splash as she squirted into her panties. "Yes, she's all excited about it too. Make your slave excited as well, Heather. Tell her to cum, also."Diane's eyes widened."Uhhn ... c-cum,. She placed her hands on her hips, threw her head back and let her long hair flow down her back, almost to her waist, and bent forward slightly. Her bum was magnificent! Two perfectly rounded globes coming together in a pronounced crack, curving inwardly. She reached back, bent over a bit more, and spread her cheeks for me to see, clearly showing off her puckered little asshole. Then she bent all the way over, her hair fell to the floor and she looked back at me from between her legs and spread. Each and every weekend there was someone or the other who was always throwing parties and bringing ladies along with them.During these years everytime when there is a party you will find some of them drunk or some who is just there for the money. As an employee of the hotel we have a common rule, ‘The guest is always right’. I know hardly anyone looks at this rule but I used it to my advantage. For those who want to try having sex with their guests in a workplace, the golden rule is not to get. It invades. It changes things forever. Futanari cum more so. When the average virile man commits his sweet release, he sends 500 million swimmers to carry on his bloodline. But I’m far from average. Whenever a futanari does the same, she sends approximately 1 billion sperm cells to hunt for an egg.My fingers trailed down my veiny shaft and massaged my tender sack. No release all day meant that these “girls” would be getting painful if I don’t make time. My dear neighbor Dana was my primary.