The third one for the night comes in a bit later- a crash of glass and giggling sounds from outside before the door to the bathroom busts open again, and Travis hears the distinct click of a small padlock being unlocked from beyond the threshold.
"Go on," Travis recognizes the voice as Shinobu's, a little sloshed and sloppy after a few drinks, encouraging the person that was presumably closer, "just do it, unless you're too starstruck."
An indignant mmmph! responds, and Travis figures that Shinobu's directing an anonymous resident his way. There is resistance on the wall he's made; understanding what Shinobu is trying to do, he takes out his cock once more, stroking himself to hardness as the light from beyond the door is blotted out by a peachy pink dripping pussy. The smell of ammonia and arousal is overpowering, even to Travis' nose- clearly, this girl hadn't gotten off in a while. A week? A month, even? His fingers graze this cleanly-shaven cunt, swollen with need, and he is taken aback by how soft and smooth the skin there is.
"Mmmm-mm!" The anonymous person responds, pressing their flesh as close as they can to the opening, clearly begging for more stimulation. Travis hears the snap of a leash being fastened to a collar before seeing the fingertips of Shinobu's mechanical hand reach around to spread the girl open even further.
"This is what you wanted, slut." She responds, and Travis knows his cue- stepping on his crumpled jeans for leverage against the slippery tile floor, he's able to swiftly enter her twitching slit. He stays sheathed in her, trying not to bust immediately at the overwhelming warmth of her wet walls, before withdrawing once again and slamming into her pussy. The woman before him was clearly gagged with something tight- her moaning reverberated with each slam of his hips into her, but was barely audible otherwise. He could hear Shinobu laughing, presumably treating the affair as a private show.
"Legs up!" She shouted, helping to keep the other woman steady as Travis pistoned in and out of her, willing himself to last longer and longer till the woman before him was a shaking mess. "Work for it- you're going back in the belt after this!"
The woman in front of him seemed to melt at Shinobu's promises- just as well, since he was nearing his limit for this encounter. With a guttural growl, he emptied himself in her pussy, staying completely sheathed as she twitched around him in a lengthy orgasm. After, she is pulled off by Shinobu, who spun her round and placed her on her knees in front of the hole- the only reason Travis could tell was because of the pair of glossed, swollen lips that now rested against his slick cock.
"Travis the Great," the woman breathed, and he realized that it's Kimmy fucking Howell on the other side of the wall. With some trepidation- it had been years since he'd even thought of her- he moves to retreat, but is stopped by the feeling of her tongue against the crown of his cock. Remembering the specifics of his situation, he stays, letting her clean up her juices from his cock before sucking on it greedily.
"Now's your chance," Shinobu says breathily, from a position equal to where Travis stands by the sound of her voice. The metal clasp of the leash clinks against more metal- presumably the collar that it's attached to- as Kimmy does her best to get Travis hard and pulsing once more. The thought of Shinobu watching and directing the both of them awakens something primal in Travis, and he cooperates, shifting so that Kimmy can better service him from the other side.
When Travis finishes, it's with a weaker spurt of semen down Kimmy's throat, sticking to the back of her mouth and the base of her tongue. She takes it as a woman parched, satisfied as Shinobu slips the gag in her mouth again quickly before leading her out wordlessly. Travis rests back on his haunches, spent- he hears Shinobu laugh once again from beyond the lounge, and grins to himself in assured satisfaction.
time to fill a hole!
"Go on," Travis recognizes the voice as Shinobu's, a little sloshed and sloppy after a few drinks, encouraging the person that was presumably closer, "just do it, unless you're too starstruck."
An indignant mmmph! responds, and Travis figures that Shinobu's directing an anonymous resident his way. There is resistance on the wall he's made; understanding what Shinobu is trying to do, he takes out his cock once more, stroking himself to hardness as the light from beyond the door is blotted out by a peachy pink dripping pussy. The smell of ammonia and arousal is overpowering, even to Travis' nose- clearly, this girl hadn't gotten off in a while. A week? A month, even? His fingers graze this cleanly-shaven cunt, swollen with need, and he is taken aback by how soft and smooth the skin there is.
"Mmmm-mm!" The anonymous person responds, pressing their flesh as close as they can to the opening, clearly begging for more stimulation. Travis hears the snap of a leash being fastened to a collar before seeing the fingertips of Shinobu's mechanical hand reach around to spread the girl open even further.
"This is what you wanted, slut." She responds, and Travis knows his cue- stepping on his crumpled jeans for leverage against the slippery tile floor, he's able to swiftly enter her twitching slit. He stays sheathed in her, trying not to bust immediately at the overwhelming warmth of her wet walls, before withdrawing once again and slamming into her pussy. The woman before him was clearly gagged with something tight- her moaning reverberated with each slam of his hips into her, but was barely audible otherwise. He could hear Shinobu laughing, presumably treating the affair as a private show.
"Legs up!" She shouted, helping to keep the other woman steady as Travis pistoned in and out of her, willing himself to last longer and longer till the woman before him was a shaking mess. "Work for it- you're going back in the belt after this!"
The woman in front of him seemed to melt at Shinobu's promises- just as well, since he was nearing his limit for this encounter. With a guttural growl, he emptied himself in her pussy, staying completely sheathed as she twitched around him in a lengthy orgasm. After, she is pulled off by Shinobu, who spun her round and placed her on her knees in front of the hole- the only reason Travis could tell was because of the pair of glossed, swollen lips that now rested against his slick cock.
"Travis the Great," the woman breathed, and he realized that it's Kimmy fucking Howell on the other side of the wall. With some trepidation- it had been years since he'd even thought of her- he moves to retreat, but is stopped by the feeling of her tongue against the crown of his cock. Remembering the specifics of his situation, he stays, letting her clean up her juices from his cock before sucking on it greedily.
"Now's your chance," Shinobu says breathily, from a position equal to where Travis stands by the sound of her voice. The metal clasp of the leash clinks against more metal- presumably the collar that it's attached to- as Kimmy does her best to get Travis hard and pulsing once more. The thought of Shinobu watching and directing the both of them awakens something primal in Travis, and he cooperates, shifting so that Kimmy can better service him from the other side.
When Travis finishes, it's with a weaker spurt of semen down Kimmy's throat, sticking to the back of her mouth and the base of her tongue. She takes it as a woman parched, satisfied as Shinobu slips the gag in her mouth again quickly before leading her out wordlessly. Travis rests back on his haunches, spent- he hears Shinobu laugh once again from beyond the lounge, and grins to himself in assured satisfaction.