Lake House Initiation

"I don't fuck around with mediocrity, Marcus."

Elena Voss didn't even look up from her laptop. The lake house was all glass and cedar, moonlight spilling across the deck. I'd been her new hire for three weeks, and this "team retreat" felt like an audition I hadn't studied for.

"I know," I said, setting down my whiskey. "That's why I'm here."

She finally raised her eyes. Dark, sharp, hungry. "Prove it."

She stood, silk robe falling open. Beneath it, nothing but tanned skin and the hard curve of her hips. My cock hardened instantly, pressing against my jeans.

"Follow me."

The bedroom was all white linen and candlelight. And another woman — younger, blonde, wearing only a lace bra and panties.

"This is Mia," Elena said, voice steady. "She's my... assistant. And she's going to help me decide if you're worth keeping."

Mia smiled, biting her lip. "He's cute, boss."

"Strip," Elena ordered.

I didn't hesitate. Jeans and shirt hit the floor. My cock stood rigid, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Elena stepped closer, running a fingernail along the shaft.

"Not bad." She knelt, took me in her mouth without warning.

Her tongue was fire, her throat deep and greedy. I groaned, grabbing her hair. She moaned around my cock, eyes locked on mine.

Mia pressed against my back, hands sliding down my chest, lips on my neck. "She's good at that, isn't she?"

I couldn't answer. Elena's mouth was relentless, sucking hard, then slow, then deep again until my legs trembled.

"Enough," Elena said, pulling off with a wet pop. She stood, pushed me onto the bed. "Now you're going to fuck me. And Mia's going to watch. Then she's going to join."

She climbed on top, straddling my face. Her pussy was slick, shaved, swollen. "Eat me while I ride your cock. Don't you dare come until I say."

I grabbed her hips, buried my tongue in her slit. She tasted sweet and sharp. She lowered herself onto my dick, inch by inch, and we both gasped.

"Oh fuck," I breathed against her clit.

"Shut up and lick."

I did. Her hips rocked, my mouth worked, her wetness coated my chin. Mia watched from the side, hand between her own legs, fingers sliding.

Elena's pace quickened. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

I gripped her ass, pounding up into her. She cried out, grinding down, her juices running over my balls.

"Fuck, I'm coming — don't stop — "

Her orgasm hit like a wave, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around me. I kept licking, kept thrusting, until she collapsed forward.

"Your turn," she whispered to Mia.

Mia crawled over, positioned herself above my face. Elena slid off, took my cock in her mouth again, sucking the cum that hadn't come yet.

Mia lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I licked, sucked, fucked her with my tongue. She was wetter than Elena, louder, gasping with every stroke.

"Please," she begged. "Please fuck me."

Elena pulled off my cock. "Do it."

I flipped Mia onto her back, drove into her. She screamed — a raw, broken sound. I fucked her hard, fast, animal.

"Come inside me," she begged. "Please, please — "

Elena grabbed my balls, squeezed gently. "Not yet."

I slowed, held back. Sweat dripped off me onto Mia's chest.

"Now," Elena whispered. "Come in her mouth."

I pulled out, knelt over Mia's face. She opened wide. I came in hot spurts across her tongue, her lips, her chin. She swallowed, moaned, licked the rest.

Silence. Just breathing.

Elena lay beside me, traced a finger down my chest. "You passed."