The hotel suite hummed with the low thrum of city lights filtering through heavy curtains. Billie Eilish lounged on the velvet couch, her oversized hoodie discarded, revealing a tank top that clung to her curves. Ariana Grande perched on the armrest, legs crossed, her ponytail swinging as she laughed at something Amber Heard said. I stood by the minibar, mixing drinks, feeling the weight of their gazes. The three women had arrived together for a private getaway, and the air was thick with unspoken tension.
"This cramps are killing me," Billie groaned, shifting uncomfortably. "And don't get me started on the stomach issues. It's like my body's staging a revolt." Ariana smirked, her voice sharp. "Tell me about it. Periods and everything else hitting at once? We should charge rent for the chaos." Amber leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or we could make it interesting. What do you think, our helpful bartender? Up for some unconventional relief?"
I raised an eyebrow, pouring a round. "Unconventional how? You three look like you're plotting world domination, not a spa day." Billie stood, approaching with a confident sway. "World domination sounds about right. We've been holding back all day. You seem sturdy enough to handle what we've got." Her tone was playful yet commanding, strong and unyielding. Ariana joined her, adding, "Exactly. No shrinking violets here. We take what we need, and you get the privilege of providing it."
The conversation turned flirtatious, witty barbs flying. "You think you can handle three of us at our worst?" Amber challenged, her hand brushing my arm. "Most guys run. But you? There's a spark." I countered, "I've mixed drinks for divas before, but this feels like a whole new menu. What's the special?" Billie grinned wickedly. "Something warm, messy, and very personal. Our bodies are demanding, and you're the solution." The tension built as they circled closer, describing their discomfort in vivid, teasing detail, their strength evident in every word.
Soon, clothes fell away in a slow striptease of power. Billie pushed me to my knees, her voice husky. "Open up. We've been saving this." The first release came from Ariana, her pussy hovering as warm pee streamed into my mouth, salty and insistent. I drank, the act sending heat through me. Then Billie followed, her ass positioning over my face, diarrhea flowing hot and liquid, filling my mouth. I ate as commanded, the taste overwhelming yet arousing. Amber took her turn, her period blood mixing with the flow, her strong thighs gripping as I licked her pussy clean, then her ass, tongue working diligently.
They rotated, each woman dominant and vocal. "Harder with that tongue," Billie ordered, her cock—wait, no, the narrator's own hard cock throbbing untouched. "You're doing great, but don't stop." Ariana panted, sweating from the effort, her wet pussy dripping as I cleaned. "This feels so good, using you like this." The explicit acts continued: more shitting, eating every bit, licking assholes and pussies spotless between pees. My mouth became their shared toilet, cum building in my own hard length from the intensity.
The climax hit as all three peaked together, their bodies releasing in waves, me swallowing and licking amid their moans. I came hard, untouched, the scene exploding in shared release, panting and sweating filling the room. They collapsed satisfied, strong and unapologetic.
As they recovered, Amber whispered, "Round one was just the start. The night has more layers." The promise of deeper explorations hung heavy, hinting at chapters yet unwritten.
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