客户套房

The hotel hallway smelled of expensive perfume and stale room service, and I could feel my new boss’s eyes on my ass the entire walk to the suite. Vivian was all sharp suits and sharper words, a woman who ran meetings like a general, but the way she’d looked at me over the contract signing had been anything but professional.

“You did good today, Mark,” she said, sliding the keycard through the lock. “Client’s happy. I’m happy.”

The door swung open into a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. And there, sprawled on the leather couch in a silk robe, was Andrea — the client’s marketing director. She was younger than Vivian, with messy dark hair and a lazy smile that said she’d been waiting.

“This is him?” Andrea asked, letting the robe fall open just enough to show the curve of a breast. “He’s got that nervous energy. I like it.”

Vivian laughed, a low, throaty sound. “He’s got more than energy. He’s got stamina.”

My cock was already half-hard, my brain struggling to catch up. “I… what’s going on here?”

Vivian walked over to me, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She stopped close enough that I could smell her perfume — something floral and sharp. “You think I bring every new hire to close a deal like this?” She reached down and squeezed my cock through my trousers. “No. I bring the ones I want to reward.”

Andrea stood up, the robe falling completely open. She was naked underneath, her tits small and perfect, her pussy already glistening. “He’s got a good shape,” she said, walking over and running her hand down my chest. “Let’s see what he does with it.”

Vivian unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. Her fingers were cold and sure, stroking me to full hardness. “God, that’s a beautiful dick.”

“Let me taste him,” Andrea said, and before I could respond, she was on her knees, her mouth hot and wet around my shaft. She took me deep, her throat relaxing around the head, her tongue working the underside. Vivian watched, her hand moving down to rub herself through her skirt.

“That’s it,” Vivian murmured. “Get him hard. I want him inside me when I come.”

Andrea pulled off with a wet pop. “He’s ready.” She looked up at me, her lips swollen. “You want to fuck her, or do you want to fuck me first?”

My head was spinning. “Both,” I managed.

Vivian laughed again, that throaty sound. “I like him.” She shed her jacket, then her blouse, revealing a black lace bra and the pale curve of her stomach. She was older than Andrea, but her body was tight, athletic. She unhooked her bra and let her tits fall free — full, heavy, with dark nipples already hard.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I stepped forward, and she grabbed my face, pulling me into a deep kiss. Her tongue was aggressive, demanding. One hand went to the back of my head, the other found my cock again, stroking me slowly.

Andrea pressed against my back, her hands sliding around my waist, her mouth on my neck. I was sandwiched between them, Vivian’s tongue in my mouth, Andrea’s hands working my belt loose. Then Andrea’s fingers found my ass, probing gently.

“Not tonight,” Vivian said, breaking the kiss. “He’s got one job.”

“Fine,” Andrea pouted, but she moved around to kneel on the couch, presenting her ass to me, her pussy wet and open. “Then let him do it.”

Vivian pushed me toward her. “Fuck her. I want to watch.”

I lined up and pushed inside Andrea in one stroke. She was tight and hot, and she moaned, pushing back against me. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

Vivian stood behind me, her hands on my hips, guiding my rhythm. “That’s it. Deeper. Make her feel it.”

I fucked Andrea hard, my hands on her hips, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Vivian moved around, kneeling in front of Andrea, spreading her own legs. “Now, Mark. Give me your fingers.”

I reached around and slid two fingers into Vivian’s pussy while I kept pounding Andrea. Vivian moaned, her head falling back, her hips grinding against my hand. “Yes… just like that…”

Andrea came first, her body shuddering, her moans turning to high-pitched whines. I pulled out and turned to Vivian, who grabbed my cock and guided me into her. She was wetter than Andrea, slicker, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deep.

“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I did. I fucked her hard, her tits bouncing, her nails digging into my shoulders. Andrea knelt beside us, stroking herself, watching. “You look so good inside her.”

Vivian came with a sharp cry, her cunt clamping down on my cock. I was close, so close, and I pulled out, stroking myself. “Where?”

Vivian grabbed my shaft. “Her face. I want to see it.”

I came on Andrea’s face, hot ropes of cum painting her cheeks and lips. She laughed, licking her lips, smearing it. Vivian kissed her, tasting me on her mouth.

I collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard. Vivian leaned over me, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared. “Good first trip, Mark.”

Andrea wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Wait till the contract renewal.”