You tell the brunette, “You have to do whatever is asked of you. First I want you to get undressed.”
She looks flustered, “Right here in the lobby?”
“Yes,” you command. You glance at the fat husband. He looks excited that another man is taking control of his wife.
The nude receptionist helps your cause, “You have signed the contract. You are his to use.”
Still unsure, the brunette looks at her husband. He gestures with his hand to comply, “We talked about this hunny. Anyone can use you. And I can use any other women. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find his wife soon enough and she can discover what is in my pants.” He rubs down the inside of his pants squeezing the outline of his cock.
Oh fuck. I guess he’s hung and not rich. If he finds your wife, her pussy and asshole are done for.
That makes you want to **** his wife more. Even though your dick isn’t as big as the monster locked in her husband’s pants, it will make her howl just as loud.
In the lobby of the hotel, the brunette sets her purse down on the counter, and then lifts her transparent cotton white dress over her head. She’s wearing a floral bikini. Her skin is brown and tan. Darker than the receptionist.
She sees you examining every inch of her body. As she puts her hands behind her back to untie her top, she asks, “Would you like to know my name before you use me?”
“No,” you reply. No names. You just want to see her naked body. See how she feels on the inside.
She takes off her bikini top and puts it in her purse. She turns around revealing her tits. A decent perky size. Not big, but not small. She has dark brown areola with big gumdrop nipples—perfect for sucking.
You ask the receptionist, “Can you step out here a second?”
She walks out behind the counter, only wearing her fishnets and heels. She stands next to the brunette. You compare their tits. The receptionist wins in size and shape, but you keep staring at the brunette’s nipples.
You tell the brunette, “Time to take off your bottoms.”
The brunette slides off her bottoms. Unlike the receptionist. She has pubic hair. Not a bush, but a soft layer of brown hair.
You say, “Both of you, turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
They both follow your command. The receptionist has longer legs, but the brunette has a thicker ass. You give them both a squeeze. You slide your fingers between their legs.
Fuck the receptionist’s pussy is so wet. The brunette still needs warmed up. You take your wet finger from the receptionist’s pussy and insert it into the brunette. She lets out a slight cry.
You glance over at the short balding fat husband. He’s adjusting his long length in his pants. You ask, “Do you want to fuck the receptionist while I fuck your wife? Or do you want to watch me fuck both of them?”
