Of all the stories I’ve written, “Guest Services” probably generated the most email asking for a sequel. So I wrote one, “Guest Services: Tuesday” which generated still more email asking for another sequel. And here it is; Michèle is finally back. It doesn’t matter if you’ve read the other stories or not, each one stands on its own.
“That rock star on the eighth floor are causing problems,” Gina said to Michèle. They were at the front desk of the hotel where they both worked in Montreal. Gina replaced the phone. “That’s the fourth call in the last hour or so complaining about the noise. I’ve already sent someone up to talk to him but they only managed to talk to his personal bodyguard who said he’d calm him down. But nothing has improved.”
“I suppose I’d better go and read the riot act.”
“Take security with you,” Gina said. “You don’t want anything to get out of hand. I think there are a lot of girls in there.”
Michèle was on duty as the manager of guest services at the top hotel in Montreal. Gina was a junior employee. Michèle and Gina had shared a sexual experience when Albert had come to the hotel a year earlier. However, as if by unspoken agreement, they always acted as if it had never happened and never talked about it.
But now they had a problem to deal with. Mike Tungsten was one of the most famous rock stars in the world at that time and he had performed in Montreal that earlier that night. Michèle didn’t like rock stars. They usually stayed at her hotel since it was the best in the city, but they were often self-centered and tended to cause trouble. Not really bad trouble, like throwing the furniture out of the window; that sort of thing went out in the 70s. She didn’t mind how many groupies they had in their room as long as they were quiet and in the room, rather than noisily running up and down the corridors. But the combination of a late-finishing concert, alcohol and hormones often meant that the sounds of the late-night orgy would carry throughout that whole area of the hotel resulting in a barrage of complaints to the front-desk.
Michèle called security and explained the situation. Moments later a large intimidating man in a pin-stripe suit appeared, looking like an Al Capone bodyguard straight from central casting. Michèle and the security guard went to the elevator. When they arrived at Mike Tungsten’s room, his personal bodyguard was standing outside his door.
If it had been an animated movie, the door to Mike Tungsten’s room would have been throbbing. There was a rhythmic thump of loud music and the rhythmic sound of several other women singing badly in time with the backing vocals of the music. And the rhythmic moans of a woman close to orgasm being fucked,
“I need to talk to Mr Tungsten,” Michèle said. It seemed ridiculous saying that. Plus he was registered under a third name in any case.
“I’ll talk to him,” the bodyguard said.
“No,” Michèle said insistently. “You’ve already talked to him and it hasn’t done any good. I’m going to talk to him or I’m going to ask you all to leave. Please open the door.”
“Nobody goes in there without my say-so,” the bodyguard replied aggressively. Michèle had been in this situation before and wasn’t going to back down. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key-card, a master key to the entire hotel.
“I do,” she said. Michèle slid the key-card into the slot on the door. The bodyguard reached out to pull her arm away but was himself surprised to find his own arm pulled away. Michèle’s security guard looked the bodyguard in the eyes, a sort of alpha-male battle of will. The bodyguard knew he had to back down; he would lose any physical fight, not to mention his job, if he created an incident.
Michèle and her security guard walked into the room. Inside the music was deafening. She walked over to the large amplifier and turned down the largest knob hoping, correctly, that it was the volume. Mike Tungsten was kneeling on his bed, a young blonde on all fours in front of him being fucked from behind. Another woman lay on her back on the bed licking Mike’s balls as his hips moved back and forth. Two other women, clearly drunk or stoned, sat naked watching, with bottles of beer in one hand, their other hands languidly masturbating as they watched their own personal porno.
Mike Tungsten looked up surprised at the intrusion. She expected him to be drunk too, but he seemed sharp and sober.
“Party’s over,” he said to the women. “Time to go home, girls.” He picked up a pile of discarded clothes and threw them at the naked women. Then he got into bed and lay back on the pillows.
Michèle and her security guard stood there for a minute or two as the women sullenly got dressed.
“Make sure they leave,” Michèle said to the security guard. He left with the three women leaving Michèle alone with Mike Tungsten.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “It’s hard to come down after a concert. Standing on the stage with thousands of people clapping and cheering really gets the libido up. I don’t drink, don’t do drugs, so a groupie or two is just my way to relax.”
“Aren’t they a bit young for you?” Michèle said without thinking. Mike Tungsten was about forty. The groupies looked more like eighteen. At least she hoped they were eighteen, they could well have been younger and she knew Mike Tungsten wasn’t going to have been demanding their IDs.
“You sound like my mother.” Mike sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Michèle was aware of his blue eyes drilling into her. He looked her up and down. She knew he was undressing her in his mind. She could feel his eyes removing her bra, imagining her large breasts, imagining her nipples. She could feel his eyes sliding lower, slipping into her panties and into the private cleft where she felt small twinges of excitement from the attention.
Mike Tungsten stepped out of bed and stood in front of Michèle. He was still naked. Although Michèle was tall, Mike was a good six inches taller. He clearly spent a fair bit of his spare time in the hotel gyms as he toured, his physique was ripped.
Michèle’s reaction was split. One on hand she didn’t like rock stars: too narcissistic, always drunk, their cocks having penetrated a thousand women. But her body reacted to the muscular and obviously intelligent man in front of her. Her body wanted to be the thousand-and-first. She should leave but she was rooted to the spot. Mike Tungsten said nothing, just watching her. Michèle didn’t look down but even so she could sense that Mike cock was growing, hardening, starting to point at her rather than hanging limply and unthreateningly.
“I should fuck someone older than me, like you, is that what you mean?” Mike asked, a slight smirk on his face, knowing full well that was not at all what she had meant. His cock was fully erect now. Michèle felt tempted to reach out and touch it, forbidden fruit that it was. Or fall to her knees and submissively take him into her mouth. She felt the tightness between her legs, knew her panties must be soaked with her unwanted desire.
The silence grew longer and lay heavier. “I’m younger than you anyway,” Michèle blurted out, not yet ready to do what she should and leave.
“I bet you aren’t.”
It was a long time since she’d had sex with a guest at the hotel. It only happened very rarely even though she was not short of invitations. Men around her were like moths around a flame. She thought back to Kirk who had bet her that he could guess the color of her panties and got close enough that she’d agreed to have dinner with him. And later she’d returned to his room with a clean pair of white panties that she’d invited him to remove. Then she thought of the last guest she’d had sex with, Albert. He’d bet her he could guess the day of the week she lost her virginity. When he’d got it right she’d given him a blowjob in the restaurant women’s room, before finding new ways to have fun in the gym and swimming pool, along with Gina.
“I bet you aren’t.” The words still hung there in the air, a gauntlet thrown down to be picked up or rejected. Michèle felt the heat sweep over her body. She knew she’d take the bet, she knew the consequences of losing.
“OK,” she said. “How old are you?” She was pretty sure he was over forty and she was only thirty-six herself. So should be safe. Of course, she didn’t really want to be safe. She just wanted to abdicate responsibility for what happened, as if it was something inevitable, nothing to do with her. Like with Kirk and Albert’s bets leading to Kirk and Albert’s beds.
“Thirty six,” he said. She wasn’t sure if he was toying with her, matching his age to what he guessed hers to be.
“You are the same age as me then. So when is your birthday?”
“March 23rd”
“That’s the same as mine,” she gasped. “What time were you born?”
Mike laughed. “I haven’t a clue. Anyway, it’s close enough.”
“Close enough for what?” she replied, wondering how things would progress. Nobody had said anything, but she knew that somehow she’d consented to have sex with him.
He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. Then with light pressure on her shoulders he turned her around so she had her back to him. She felt his hands on the zip of her dress, felt the cool air as he slid the long zip down her back. His fingers undid the catch on her bra. He turned her back again to face him. He pulled the shoulders of her dress forward, along with her bra-straps. They fell from her body. Her nipples were already hard but if anything they hardened more. They were aching for his touch.
He pushed the material of her dress lower, over her hips, until it puddled around her ankles. She stepped back, kicked off her shoes and stood there in just her dark blue stockings and a modest pair of white panties. His blue eyes once again scanned her body, homing in on her erect nipples before slipping lower. She felt her clit spasm as if his eyes had burned through her panties like a laser.
He nodded almost imperceptibly. But to her it was an order. She turned her back to him, reached down and slid one of her stockings down to her ankle. She knew her sex would be bulging provocatively between her thighs, just covered by the thin material of her panties. She kicked off the stocking and repeated the teasing procedure with the other.
Finally she moved her hands to her side and started to slip her panties lower. She lowered her panties to her ankles, her body bent right over She knew he’d have his first view of her cunt, framed between her thighs. She’d seen a photo of herself taken from that angle by an old boyfriend. She knew just how obscene it looked. She had plump outer lips that completely hid her inner lips, so her sex looked like a tempting fruit, all smooth outside with the sweet juiciness hidden within. A sweet juiciness she knew he’d soon be savoring. She turned back to face him, revealing her neat triangle of unexpectedly red pubic hair.
Wordlessly, she knelt down on the floor right in front of him. She looked up into his eyes as she reached out with one hand and grasped his cock. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked his cockhead as if she was savoring an especially tasty ice cream. She felt him shiver slightly at the first touch of her tongue. With her other hand she lightly caressed his balls. At the same time she took his cockhead entirely into her mouth. His cock jerked as her tongue slid up the sensitive underside.
She moved the hand stroking his balls and ran her fingertips between her own legs, gathering a little of her own copious wetness. She moved the hand back so that his balls rested on her palm. Slowly, she pushed a finger back behind his balls, probing between his ass cheeks for the little dimple of his asshole. The tip of her finger found its target. And slowly circled his asshole, lubricating it with her own juices. She pushed slightly into his asshole, feeling his body give a little to admit her. Then, with that single finger, she pulled him closer to her, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, using her tongue to coat him generously with her saliva. She pushed her finger a little deeper into his ass, cradling his balls in the palm of her hand.
In one sense she felt very submissive kneeling before Mike Tungsten, the world-famous rockstar. But in another sense she knew he was at her mercy. As her mouth worked his arousal up she knew that he would be ready to do anything for the feeling of his cock in her mouth, of slipping into her warm cunt, and eventually the feeling of orgasmic release when finally she would bring him to nirvana.
She started to drive up Mike’s level of arousal. One hand stroked the shaft of his cock while her tongue licked the head. Her other hand stroked his balls with one finger buried in his ass. She removed the hand on her shaft so that she could take his cock deeper into her mouth, enjoying the feel as gradually the head of his cock slipped first into the back behind her tongue and then gradually she worked him into her throat. She felt he was starting to get close to coming but it was still too soon.
She stood up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she lay back, pulled up her knees and spread her legs. Mike didn’t need telling what to do. He bent over between his lips. Her body shivered involuntarily as his tongue slid along the furrow of her sex, first just touching her lightly but gradually pushing deeper, parting her outer lips to touch and taste the sensitive folds hidden within.
As part of his act, Mike Tungsten would stick out his tongue. His tongue was incredibly long, and like every other woman watching him she wondered what it would be like to have that long tongue inside her. Now she got to find out. Mike reached down and parted her outer lips with his fingers. His tongue was running the full length of her sex, starting down by her asshole, running over her entrance, then up between her inner lips and over her hard eager clit. He moved lower so the tip of his tongue nestled in her opening. He circled there, gradually working deeper into her as her body relaxed. His tongue was definitely penetrating her deeper than anyone ever had during oral sex. It was like a small but very versatile cock, moving inside her, touching her g-spot, screwing deeper into her body. She spread her legs wider, almost trying to suck his tongue inside even more. She shut her eyes, staring to get close to coming, starting to feel the buildup inside herself. Usually to come during oral sex required a lot of attention to her clit, but the novel feeling of Mike’s tongue deep inside her cunt brought her to the edge quickly. She felt herself starting to come, felt her cunt spasm on Mike’s tongue, felt him slow down so that his tongue was gently fucking her in time with the waves of her orgasm.
Suddenly his tongue was gone. But it was immediately replaced. She felt his cock pushing between her lips and then he was inside her, buried deep in her in a single thrust. She heard herself moan. Mike started to fuck her now, much harder. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up to her chest so that his cock went in as deep as possible.
He pulled out of her. She guessed what he wanted and rolled onto her front so that she was bent over the edge of the high hotel bed. She spread her legs and he re-entered her, slamming his belly against her ass-cheeks as his cock thrust hard into her cunt. She felt his hand reach underneath her belly, felt a finger seeking out her clit. Sometimes her clit was hard to find but not today. It was hard as a ball-bearing. He fingered it roughly as his cock reamed her from behind. Her body could only take a few seconds of over-stimulation like that and she was coming again, moaning in time with his thrusts like the groupie had been doing earlier. He tweaked one of her nipples hard, slightly painfully, releasing still more intense feeling Her orgasm spread through her whole body, radiating out from her groin to all her extremities.
Mike was nearly coming too. Just as the last ripples of her orgasm subsided he pulled out of her and she could feel his cock thrusting back and along the valley between her ass checks. She felt the warm jets of his come as they pulsed out of his cock onto her back. He rubbed her back with a hand as if he was spreading sun tan lotion.
She lay there limp, face-down on the bed. Mike was lying on top of her, panting. Finally, after he had his breath back, he stood up and walked into the bathroom. She stood up. She felt a little dazed, a little guilty that she’d somehow let her body get the better of her mind. The two of them had barely said a word to each other. But somehow it was better that way, more intense, more erotic, more memorable. Once in a lifetime. She heard him peeing in the bathroom as she quickly pulled on her dress. She rolled the rest of her clothes into a ball and left the room, saying nothing to the half-asleep bodyguard.
She used her master key to get into the tiny room behind the elevator that they never used unless the hotel was over-booked. She slipped her dress back off again and slipped underneath the hot shower, letting the water wash her back clean of the reminder of her weakness. She picked up the flannel and wiped between her legs. But the touch of the flannel on her lips made her instantly aroused again. She’d not had sex for months and somehow her desire had gone dormant. But Mike had reawakened her and now her body was urgently insistent that it wanted more.
She took the showerhead out of its holder, moved her feet apart and directed the jet of warm water onto her lips. She reached down and spread her outer lips so that the water could spray directly onto her clit. Her mind re-ran what had happened earlier this evening, the feel of Mike’s tongue in her slit, the feel of his fingers on her nipples, the feel of his cock deep inside her. When she recalled her intense orgasm of earlier in the night, she came in the shower for real, more gently this time, a relaxing orgasm rather than one that awakened her again. The warm water washed away the last feeling of tension from between her thighs and finally her body felt calm.
She dried herself, put her towel on the bed and lay down on it. She’d better get back downstairs since she was still on duty for a couple more hours. But she fell asleep for an hour or so. When she awoke she had to throw on her clothes and rush downstairs, hoping that everyone had assumed that she was elsewhere and hadn’t really missed her.
When strolled up to the front desk nonchalantly as if she’d just got back from some routine errand elsewhere in the hotel. She didn’t seem to have been missed.
Gina came up to her. “That rockstar guy and his entourage just called down. Apparently they are checking out soon since they have to get to the airport. Hey, they really quietened down once you went up there. What did you say to them?”
“I just went in an looked disapproving like a school-teacher and our security guy led all the groupies out.”
“You just walked in! What was going on? Was there an orgy?”
“Pretty much. I don’t care, though, as long as they don’t disturb the hotel.”
“You should have joined in,” Gina teased. “You were just telling me you haven’t had any for ages.”
“Maybe I did,” Michèle said, in a jokey way as if nothing could have been less likely.
“I would have done,” Gina said. “I’d jump into his bed without a second thought. Whenever I see his tongue on TV…”
“Yes?”
“Well, you know…I imagine it…inside me.”
Michèle looked at Gina to see if she was joking. It was rare for Gina to mention anything sexual despite the intimacy of their shared sexual experience with Albert. The elevator doors opened and a crowd of people came out. Michèle turned away from Gina, but as she did so she quietly said, “It’s an experience.”
The crowd of people, presumably Mike Tungsten’s people, moved through the lobby toward the front doors. An efficient-looking older woman came to the front desk to take care of all the paperwork. She signed the enormous bill.
“There are lots of fans out at the front,” she said. “Is there a way to avoid them?”
Michèle thought for a moment. “Have his car come to the underground loading area. He can get down in the service elevator. But have the rest of you leave from the front entrance or everyone will realize something is going on.”
Michèle turned to Gina. “Go down to the loading dock and get Mr Tungsten’s limo over to the dock by the service elevator. I’ll go up and escort them down there.”
Michèle returned to the eight floor. The bodyguard was still outside Mike’s door. She did her best to look professionally at him. But of course he must know Mike had fucked her.
“Is he ready?” she said. “We’ll take him down in the service elevator to avoid trouble out the front.”
“Two minutes,” the bodyguard said. But it was only about ten seconds later that the door to Mike’s suite opened and he came out. He was clearly surprised to see Michèle standing with his bodyguard, but he did his best to disguise it.
“We will be taking you down in the service elevator, Mr Tungsten.” Michèle turned and set off away from the normal bank of elevators. She opened an unmarked door. There was a separate set of elevators used to get the staff up and down along with cleaning carts, furniture and all the other day-to-day traffic it took to run a high-end hotel unobtrusively. Michèle, Mike and the bodyguard stepped into the elevator. The guest elevators were beautifully paneled with wood and with a tile floor but the service elevator was bare steel, dented and scratched. And unlike the guest elevators, which only went as low as the lobby, the service elevator went to the basement to the kitchens and loading bays.
The doors to the elevator opened. A long white stretch limo was waiting. Gina was there. She opened one of the rear doors as Mike approached. He stepped inside and lay back on the seat, staring back at Michèle and Gina. The bodyguard got into the passenger seat alongside the driver. Mike nodded almost imperceptibly to Michèle, just like he had earlier in his room.
“Get in if you meant what you said,” Michèle said to Gina quietly, putting a hand on her back and pushing her towards the limo. The two women almost fell into the vehicle. Michèle pulled the door closed behind them and the limo immediately pulled away.
“You’ve brought me a present this time,” said Mike.
“Yes,” said Michèle. “Would you like to unwrap it?”
“Not yet. Tell me what my present is like first. I assume you’ve…seen it before.”
Michèle wasn’t quite sure what to say. Even whether to admit that she had, indeed, seen Gina naked before. Had done much more than just see her naked..
“Well,” Michèle started, “Gina is very cute, as you can see. She has small breasts with little pink pencil-eraser nipples that get really hard. She’s got a beautiful pussy too. She’s shaved, so you’ll be able to see everything clearly. She’s got much bigger lips than me. A pink-petaled orchid. And she’s got a little gold ring through the hood of her clit. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes. Unwrap her for me.”
Gina moved in front of Michèle to make it easy to unzip her uniform dress. She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra since she was not well-endowed enough to require it. Michèle pulled Gina’s dress down to her waist so Mike got the first glimpse of her breasts.
“Nice,” he said. He moved a hand down to the bulge in his jeans and massaged himself slowly, his eyes glued to Gina’s body as it emerged from her dress. The limo wasn’t tall enough to stand up so Gina knelt and Michèle pulled the dress to the limo floor, letting her wriggle her legs out of it, finally leaving Gina in just her boy-short underwear.
Michèle reached around Gina’s body with both hands. With one hand she pulled the waistband of Gina’s shorts out and she slowly slipped her other hand inside. Mike watched the outline of Michèle’s hand slip lower inside Gina’s shorts. Michèle’s finger felt for the start of Gina’s slit, pushing between the shaved lips until she felt the ring just above her clit. Gina gave a little shiver as Michèle touched her most sensitive spot.
“Her clit feels hard,” Michèle said. “She’s already excited for you. She told me earlier she would like to fuck you. Would you like to fuck her?”
“Oh yes,” Mike said.
“Well get your cock out and show her.”
Mike unzipped his jeans and started to stroke his hardening cock. Michèle continued to stroke Gina’s clit inside her underwear.
“Would you like that inside you?” Michèle said to her.
Gina finally spoke for the first time since getting in the limo. “Very much. Can I lick it?”
Michèle didn’t answer directly. She just put her hand on the back of Gina’s neck and directed her down into Mike’s crotch. She wrapped her lips around his large cock.
“Take your jeans off,” Michèle ordered Mike. She pulled Gina up for a moment. He undid the buckle, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. His cock was rock-hard now. Michèle pushed Gina back down onto it, pushing her lower so that Mike’s cock slid deep into the back of her mouth until she gagged.
“Fuck him with your mouth,” Michèle whispered to Gina. Gina moved so she was on all fours, keeping Mike’s cock in her mouth. Her head started to move up and down, working his cock with her tongue. Meanwhile Michèle worked Gina’s panties over her ass until she was completely naked.
Michèle slowly pushed a finger into Gina’s cunt. “She’s very wet,” she told Mike. “I think you’ll like it when you get inside her.”
Michèle pulled her finger out of Gina, covered with her juices. She moved it up a little and touched the center of the asterisk of her asshole, rubbing her own juices onto the little brown bud. She gently pushed the tip of her finger inside the tight ring of muscle.
“She’s never been fucked up the ass.” Michèle moved her finger in and out, gently fucking Gina’s ass and relaxing her up a little. “She’s never let anyone before. In fact I’m the only person who’s even had a finger inside her. She’s a true anal virgin. Maybe she’ll let you be the first if you’re lucky.”
Michèle watched Gina fuck Mike with her mouth. She reached behind herself and once again undid the zip on her own dress and wriggled out of it. She unclipped the bra, slipped off her panties. In a moment she too was naked except for her stockings.
She pushed Gina forward. Gina moved so that she had a foot on the seat on either side of Mike, squatting over him. Michèle moved up underneath her, took a quick taste of Mike’s cock and then positioned it so that it slid into the opening to Gina’s cunt as she lowered her body. With one hand Michèle caressed Mike’s balls again as Gina started to move her hips a little, gradually letting Mike’s cock penetrate herself deeper and deeper. Mike’s long tongue emerged and started to lick one of Gina’s hard little pebbles of a nipple. Michèle moved so that she could lick Mike’s balls. She pushed her tongue lower, underneath his balls, until she found his asshole. He slid forward slightly to the edge of his seat, spreading his legs wider to give her easier access. The tip of her tongue circled on Mike’s asshole, wetting him and relaxing him. She moved her head away and pushed a finger into him. He grunted as her finger entered him. Meanwhile she moved her head so that she could start to lick Gina’s asshole.
The three of them fucked like that as the limo rolled along the freeway to the airport. Gina rocked her hips back and forth on Mike’s cock. Michèle fucked Mike’s assshole with one finger while she licked Gina’s asshole. From the sounds of their moaning, both Mike and Gina were getting close to coming.
Michèle looked out of the window. The limo was already entering the outer limits of the airport. Gina was fucking Mike harder now, her eyes shut as she reveled in her own ecstasy, no longer making a sound. Michèle could tell she was getting wound tight like a spring, tighter and tighter until suddenly her orgasm burst over her and she almost screamed with pleasure.
Mike started to come too. Michèle pushed Gina up and off Mike’s cock, and wrapped it in her mouth. She milked his orgasm with her tongue, tasting his saltiness as the jets of come emptied into the back of her mouth. When his orgasm died down, Michèle moved her mouth. Gina sat back down, taking Mike’s cock back into her. She leaned forward and kissed him.
The limo pulled close to the VIP entrance at the back of the terminal.
“Put your dresses on quickly,” Mike said to the two women. As quickly as they could they pulled their dresses over their bodies and zipped each other up. The floor was littered with underwear. The bodyguard opened the door. He looked surprised to see anyone other than Mike. Michèle and Gina weren’t quite sure what to do but Mike ushered them out of the car. They didn’t really make any decisions but in a few minutes they found themselves rushed through the terminal and walking up the steps into Mike’s private jet.
Michèle wondered what the logistics were going to be and, as if reading her mind, Mike said, “The plane will bring you back later,”
The door to the plane closed behind them and once again they were alone with Mike. There were four seats for the three of them. Mike indicated that they should sit in two of the seats facing him. They buckled themselves in and it was just a moment later that the plane was accelerating down the runway. Compared to the hassles of flying economy on a scheduled airline, this was bliss.
While the plane was climbing they had to keep their seat belts fastened and stay in their seats. Mike watched the two women from his seat facing them, saying nothing. There was electric sexual tension in the air. Gina slid her dress up to her hips. She spread her legs and with one hand she leisurely masturbated herself. First she stroked up and down on her big inner lips, gradually working a finger between them. With the other hand she reached down and pulled slightly on the little gold ring through the hood of her clit, revealing the tiny pink pearl. She transferred some of the juices of her recent orgasm to her finger and then started to touch her exposed clit, very gingerly at first and then harder. Michèle watched Mike watching Gina. Men loved to watch women masturbate, she knew. She wanted to touch herself but felt that this was Gina’s moment. Instead she stroked her breasts, feeling her hard nipples even through the thick material of her hotel uniform dress, which was all she was wearing.
The seatbelt light went out as if they were on a scheduled flight. Michèle stood up and slipped out of her dress so she was naked again. Gina was still stroking herself lovingly with her eyes closed, lost in her own fantasy world.
Mike unbuckled his seat-belt and stood up. He knelt between Gina’s outspread thighs. She was unaware that he was there. He leant forward and pushed the tip of his long tongue into her already aroused cunt. Gina’s eyes flew open in surprise. Mike’s tongue slid further forward as Gina’s let out a long moan of pleasure. Mike reached forward and with his fingertips he spread Gina’s lips apart and then he pushed his tongue still deeper, like a snake slipping under a rock.
Gina grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled legs up so that her sex was Mike’s to do as he pleased. Mike started to fuck her with his tongue. He started simply slipping is tongue and and out of the entrance to her cunt, but gradually his stroked got longer, going higher as well as deeper, running the tip of his tongue over her clit. Gina started to whimper in time with the strokes, helpless with pleasure.
Gina pulled her knees further back still. Mike took the hint and his strokes started to go lower too, getting closer and closer and finally touching her asshole. Mike stopped his long strokes and instead started to circle the tip of his tongue on her asshole. He moved his fingers from her lips and instead gently prized open her asshole a little so that his tongue could start to push inside her. Michèle knew that Gina had never experienced anything like this before. For some reason it seemed to have become important to her to see Gina get fucked in the ass for the first time.
Mike stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. Michèle went over and unzipped his jeans. In a moment Mike was naked. Michèle took his hard cock into her mouth. With one hand she grasped his hard shaft and stroked him. Her other hand slid up Gina’s thigh, her fingers feeling for the curve of Gina’s ass-cheek. Michèle slipped a finger into Gina’s asshole. She was already somewhat relaxed from Mike’s tongue, and slippery wet too. Michèle started to fuck Gina’s ass with a finger, gradually moving a second alongside, forcing her tight rear entrance wider.
Michèle stood up. She took hold of Gina’s ankles and pushed them back so that Gina was bent double lying on her back on the chair, her dress now bunched up around her waist. Michèle moved forward and spread her legs across Gina’s thighs. Their clits were inches apart, with Gina’s cunt and ass spread defencelessly open. Michèle felt Mike’s cock at her entrance and then he was inside her. He enjoyed her body for a moment, making long slow strokes of his hard cock inside her wet and welcoming body. Then he pulled out. Michèle looked down between her thighs. She could see Gina’s crotch spread open obscenely. Mike moved his cock to the brown opening to Gina’s ass. Gina’s body tensed as Mike started to push. Michèle kissed Gina, feeling the intensity in her as Mike invaded her virgin asshole for the first time. Gina groaned as finally her body yielded and his cockhead entered her. Gina started to pinch Michèle’s nipples as Mike started to move his cock back and forth a little in Gina’s ass. Finally Mike was completely inside Gina. Michèle could feel his stomach pressed against her own ass cheeks.
As Mike slowly fucked Gina’s ass in long slow strokes, she felt his thumb on her own asshole. He spat and rubbed the saliva onto her asshole, and gradually worked his thumb into her. He held both her ass cheeks apart so that his other thumb fell near hear asshole and, as her body relaxed, he worked a second thumb into her ass. It was felt extreme, almost painful, but eventually he had both thumbs in her ass.
Mike pulled out of Gina’s ass and moved his cock to Michèle’s. She was already so relaxed that he only had to push gently and his cock slid into her. Michèle closed her eyes and relished the feelings all over her body, Gina’s tongue in her mouth kissing, Gina’s fingers on her breasts and nipples causing jolts of electric excitement, Mike’s cock in her ass, her clit ereect but untouched. As if sensing it, Gina slid a hand down from one of Michèle’s breasts and rolled a fingertip on her clit. That was all it took and Michèle came, a sudden explosion of passion and pleasure pulsating through her body, almost too much to take. Michèle would probably have screamed with ecstasy but Gina’s tongue in her mouth meant it came out as a muffled animalistic noise.
Mike pulled out of Michèle once more and pushed his still rock-hard cock back into Gina. Michèle could tell Gina would come in a moment. She pushed Gina’s dress up over her breasts so she could play with her nipples, give a little extra stimulation to take her the last few steps of her journey. Mike was fucking Gina’s ass hard now, working up to his own climax. Michèle pinched Gina’s little nipples hard and Gina came immediately, squealing with the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.
Then Mike was coming too, pumping his seed deep into Gina’s no-longer-virgin ass ad Michèle kissed her and gently rubbed her sore nipples.
Mike stood up, and then Michèle. Gina finally slipped off her uniform dress so that all three of them were completely naked. Mike led them through a door into what turned out to be a bedroom. The three of them lay down on the bed.
“What’s your name?” Mike finally asked Michèle. “The guest services at your hotel are second to none.”