Angela + Frank = ‘Freeuse Reception’

Frank walks into the hotel, and they got this look like they own the place. Angela is the one at the reception, so she gives Frank a polite smile and says, "Hello, welcome to Hotel Kant. My name's Angela. How can I help you?"

Frank walks up to her with a knowing smile. "My, my, you dress nicely for a receptionist, don't you?"

She looks down at her outfit briefly before meeting his gaze again, trying to keep her annoyance out of her voice.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, sir. Is there something specific I can assist you with today regarding your stay?"

Internally, she rolls her eyes at his comment. Typical entitled male guest, probably used to women fawning over him. Well, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Frank notices a couple entering the hotel behind him. He slides his hand in his pocket and flicks the switch of the freeuse device, turning freeuse mode on. "No need. You can take care of these two first." He says and walks around the reception desk, up close to Angela.

She blinks in surprise as Frank invades her personal space without hesitation. Her heart skips a beat despite herself, but she quickly composes herself. It's against protocol for guests to walk behind the reception desk, yet somehow, she feels an odd sense of acceptance towards his intrusion.

"Alright then, let me just attend to these other guests," she says, stepping aside slightly to address the newcomers, her professional demeanor back in place. "Welcome to Hotel Kant. My name's Angela. How can I help you?"

"Hello Angela," the young man speaks up, "we have a reservation under the name Smith."

While he speaks, Frank casually begins to put his hands on Angela's bare shoulders from behind, moving them down to grope her breasts. He smells her hair as he does so. Neither the couple nor Angela shows any reaction to it.

Despite the fact that Angela should be alarmed or at least embarrassed, she continues to interact with the couple as if nothing unusual is happening. She types on the computer keyboard, searching for their reservation.

"Yes, here it is. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, correct? I'll just need some identification and a credit card for incidentals."

Her tone remains steady and professional even as she feels Frank's hands exploring her body beneath the desk.

Man: "Here you go," the man says, passing over his driver's license and a credit card.

His wife stands beside him, looking around the luxurious lobby of the hotel.

Woman: "This place really is something, isn't it?"

They both seem entirely unperturbed by Frank's blatant groping of Angela right in front of them.

While Angela is busy entering some data on her computer, Frank carefully pulls down her dress, revealing her bare breasts.

She finishes typing and leans forward to retrieve something from the printer, fully exposing her upper body to anyone who might be looking. Yet, she seems completely oblivious to her exposed state, continuing her work as if everything were perfectly normal.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith. Here are your keycards and a map of the hotel. Your room is on the top floor with a lovely view of the city. If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask."

As she hands over the items, Frank takes the opportunity to pinch her nipples lightly, causing her to gasp softly. But still, neither she nor the couple react beyond the involuntary physical response.

Man: "Appreciate it, Angela. We'll definitely enjoy the view."

The couple takes the keycards and map, then heads toward the elevators, leaving Angela alone with Frank once more.

Woman: "Have a great day, Angela!"

Their cheerful farewell echoes through the lobby as they disappear from sight.

Frank pulls down the dress even more, until it drops on the floor, leaving Angela in nothing but panties and heels.

With a practiced smile frozen on her face, Angela reaches for the ringing phone, her posture straight and professional despite her state of undress. She answers with her usual greeting.

"Good afternoon, thank you for calling Hotel Kant. This is Angela speaking. How may I assist you today?"

On the other end of the line, a guest inquires about room service options. As she listens and responds, Angela's gaze remains fixed ahead, completely ignoring the fact that she's nearly naked at the reception desk.

"Absolutely, we offer a wide range of dishes for our room service. Would you like me to send up a menu, or perhaps you already know what you'd like to order?"

Meanwhile, Frank continues his exploration, his hands getting rid of her bra to roam freely over Angela's exposed body. But Angela might as well be alone for all the attention she pays to it.

Frank pulls down her panties and opens his zipper to unleash his cock, guiding it at her entrance from behind.

As Frank positions himself behind her, Angela remains focused on her conversation with the guest, her voice maintaining its pleasant, helpful tone.

"Certainly, I can arrange for a vegetarian dish to be prepared especially for you. Our chefs are quite skilled at accommodating dietary preferences."

She shifts her stance slightly, inadvertently pressing her hips back against Frank's groin. But this subtle movement goes unnoticed by Angela, who is engrossed in ensuring the guest's satisfaction.

"And yes, we do have gluten-free options available as well. I'll make sure to note that on your order."

Frank slowly pushes forward, penetrating her warm, slick passage. Angela inhales sharply at the sudden sensation, but quickly regains her composure, determined not to let it interfere with her duties.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with? No? Very good, then. Enjoy your meal and your stay. Goodbye."

With those final words, Angela hangs up the phone, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. She leans on the desk in front of her in order to keep her balance.

Frank feels up her firm ass and her big tits while he fucks her from behind. Someone (The hotel manager) enters the hotel lobby and walks up to Angela.

Just as Frank picks up speed, pounding into Angela from behind, the sound of footsteps approaches the reception desk. Angela glances up to see her superior, the hotel manager, walking toward her with purposeful strides.

"Ah, Angela! I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to discuss the upcoming gala with you..."

The manager stops short upon reaching the desk, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the scene before him. However, he quickly recovers, maintaining a professional demeanor despite the unexpected situation.

"I trust you're handling things here... Shall we step into my office to talk further?"

He gestures vaguely toward the hallway leading to the private staff areas, seemingly unfazed by the fact that Angela is currently being fucked doggy style by another man mere feet away.

Before Angela can reply, Frank speaks up, "You'll have to discuss that here. I'm using Angela right now."

The manager nods curtly, apparently accepting Frank's statement without question. He clears his throat and addresses Angela directly, as if discussing business in such circumstances were perfectly ordinary.

"As you wish. Now, about the gala... I've reviewed the seating arrangements and made a few adjustments based on the latest RSVPs. I'll leave the updated list with you."

He places a folder on the desk, making sure not to touch Angela directly as he does so. His gaze remains studiously above her waistline, avoiding any acknowledgment of her nudity or the ongoing sexual activity.

"Please review it at your earliest convenience and let me know if you have any concerns. I also wanted to remind you to coordinate with the catering department regarding the special requests we received last week."

Throughout this exchange, Angela maintains her composure, nodding along and occasionally murmuring agreement between breathy moans. She manages to jot down a few notes on a pad of paper, keeping her hand steady despite the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Frank fucks her harder, holding her hips tightly. Her breasts bounce heavily with each thrust.

As Frank's pace quickens, Angela finds it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation with her manager. Her breathing grows heavier, and she bites her lip to stifle her moans. Still, she forces herself to listen attentively, not wanting to miss any important details.

"Mm-hmm... Yes, I understand... Of course, I'll make sure to follow up with them immediately."

Her voice wavers slightly as Frank grips her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. She arches her back instinctively, pushing her chest out and presenting herself to him more fully.

"I'll double-check the inventory and ensure we have enough stock for the event. Please feel free to send me the revised budget via email, and I'll review it promptly."

Despite the growing pressure building within her, Angela remains committed to her responsibilities, determined to handle her job duties with professionalism. She jots down a few more notes, her pen scratching across the paper in time with Frank's increasingly forceful thrusts.

As Frank reaches his climax inside her, Angela experiences a momentary flash of warmth and wetness. However, she doesn't allow herself to dwell on it, remaining focused on her conversation with the manager.

"Understood. I'll make sure to update the staff schedule accordingly and provide them with the necessary training materials. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."

She sets down her pen and turns slightly to face the manager more directly, inadvertently offering him a clear view of her bouncing tits. Despite this, she maintains eye contact, her expression serious and attentive.

"If there's nothing else, I'll begin working on those tasks right away. Please let me know if you require any additional assistance from me."

Her voice remains steady and professional, betraying none of the physical sensations coursing through her body. She waits patiently for the manager's response, ready to continue their discussion or move on to the next item on the agenda.

Frank pulls out with a sigh.

He looks at the manager and says, "You. Come over here and fuck her next. She feels great!" Frank puts his cock back in his pants and steps aside to make space.

The manager hesitates for a brief moment, glancing between Angela's inviting body and Frank's expectant expression. Then, with a slight shrug, he steps forward, unfastening his trousers and freeing his erection.

"Well, since you insist... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a small break."

He moves behind Angela, positioning himself at her entrance. With a gentle push, he slides into her slick heat, eliciting a soft moan from Angela. She braces herself against the desk, her knuckles turning white as she clutches the edge.

"That's it, dear... Just relax," the manager coos, setting a slow, sensual rhythm.

Angela nods, leaning back into him as he fills her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a contented sigh, momentarily lost in the pleasure of the moment. The manager's hands roam over her curves, caressing her breasts and hips as he continues his gentle thrusts.

"This is quite a change of pace from our usual meetings," he remarks with a chuckle.

"I bet it is." Frank grins and walks back in front of the desk. "Now check me in. Give me your best room, free of charge."

Angela focuses on Frank's request, trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations emanating from her core as the manager continues to fill her.

"Of course, sir. Let me just pull up our availability for tonight."

She taps at the keyboard, scrolling through the reservation system. After a moment, she smiles brightly.

"Luckily, we have a penthouse suite open. It offers breathtaking views of the city skyline and comes equipped with every luxury amenity imaginable."

She leans forward, inadvertently pushing her breasts together as she points to the screen.

"I'll book it for you at no charge, as a gesture of goodwill for choosing our establishment. Is there anything else I can assist you with during your stay?"

Behind her, the manager continues his leisurely movements, his breath hot against her neck. Angela shivers, but maintains her composure, determined to provide excellent customer service regardless of the circumstances.

"I'm sure there is, but for now you satisfied me completely."

As the manager reaches his peak inside her, Angela maintains her professional demeanor, focusing intently on Frank.

"I'm delighted to hear that, sir. At Hotel Kant, we strive to exceed our guests' expectations in every way possible."

She retrieves a keycard from the dispenser, sliding it across the desk to Frank.

"Here is your keycard for the penthouse suite. You'll find detailed information about the room amenities and hotel services inside. Should you require anything else during your stay, please don't hesitate to contact us."

Angela smiles warmly, her eyes twinkling with genuine hospitality. Behind her, the manager withdraws, tucking himself back into his trousers. He pats Angela on the rear affectionately before stepping away.

"Well done, Angela. You handled that admirably. Keep up the good work."

With those parting words, the manager saunters off, leaving Angela alone with Frank once more. She turns to face him fully, her naked body glistening with sweat and arousal.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with, sir? Perhaps a dinner recommendation or spa treatment booking?"

"Put your dress back on."

Without missing a beat, Angela bends down gracefully to retrieve her discarded dress. She slips it over her head, letting the fabric cascade down her body and settle into place. The dress hugs her curves enticingly, highlighting her ample cleavage and toned legs.

"There we are, all sorted," she says cheerfully, smoothing out any wrinkles in the material.

"Now, is there anything else I can do for you, sir? I want to ensure your experience at Hotel Kant is absolutely perfect."

Angela leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the desk. The motion causes her breasts to strain against the confines of her dress, threatening to spill out at any moment. Yet, she seems completely unaware of how tantalizing she appears, her focus solely on providing exemplary customer service.

Franks hand slides into his pocket, turning freeuse mode off. "That's it for now. Thank you for your service, Angela." He winks at her before he turns to head for the elevators.

As Frank disappears into the elevator, Angela exhales softly, a hint of confusion clouding her brow. She shakes her head, dismissing the strange interaction as just another eccentric guest. Turning back to her computer, she resumes her duties with renewed vigor.

Later that evening, as Angela prepares to clock out for the day, she reflects on the encounter with Frank. Though she can't quite remember the specifics, she has a nagging feeling that something significant occurred. Shrugging it off, she chalks it up to the stress of managing multiple tasks simultaneously.

The End

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