The Front Desk Later Into The Reception

Tiffany gazed at Sue next to her.

With a smile she waited for her colleague to pull back up off the cock. Better, so much better. She thought gazing around the lobby for anyone who might see before stroking the other woman's hair before dropping to her knees and in a game of one upmanship she deep throated the cock smoothly, sucking on it loudly as her mind dreamed of being able to stretch it just a little bit longer, swell it a little bit wider.

Make it that much harder to fuck and swallow.

Little did she know that it wasn't just some dream of her corrupted mind, but also a manifestation of her spreading the Idol's corruption through these depraved acts.

Suckling a testicle she was amused by the new tone her lips had left this time, stroking the shaft as if molding it before relinquishing it back to Sue.

My how she'd come along becoming a fellow slut, Tiffany thought giggling as Karl suppressed crying out and desperately grabbed Sue's head and pulling her deep onto his cock in his latest attempt to cum. Sue choked there a moment before grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into her. Such a masochist, Tiffany thought to herself.

Crawling out from beneath the front desk Tiffany straightened her skirt and looked around. She reached for her half unbuttoned blouse to do it up out of habit but paused to dance a finger down along her cleavage. She relished the feeling as she noticed someone walk in, making a straight line for the desk.

He paused to look at the guy now face down groaning almost painfully.

“Hi, can I help you?” Tiffany cheerfully greeted, smiling as the young Filipino man turned to look at her and slowly gazed down the unbuttoned blouse.

Shaking himself from the displayed, obviously braless cleavage Mark stuttered for a moment, feeling a chill from the almost predatory smile the Hostess had given in response to his drifted gaze.

Quickly scrambling for something to draw away from that Mark pointed at Karl. “Is he a… Okay?”

“Yeap. Of course.” Tiffany cheerfully replied before leaning over the counter towards Mark, letting her cleavage hang beneath her. “He's learning not to steal people's lunches at work.” Tiffany disclosed, smiling at the thought of what a cum hungry slut Sue was becoming.

Licking her lips seductively Tiffany straightened up and shifted her keyboard. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh yeah… uhm…” Mark shifted awkwardly trying to dismiss the ideas creeping into his head. He had a track record of womanizing and cheating. His mother often bugged him to just settle down and marry. Probably why he was here, he thought.

“My mum called me earlier, she said she was credited a cancelled romance package and put it under my name.” Mark explained, feeling increasingly flustered by trying not to shamelessly flirt with this attractive woman knowing his girlfriend was on her way to meet him.

“Alright, we should be able to get you that package. But I need some ID.” Tiffany responded, amused by how Mark was struggling to avert his gaze only to stare at a couple of wedding guests making out aggressively on a lobby couch.

“Would you like me to have them get a room? I probably should before they put the hotel adult films to shame on that couch.” Tiffany idly commented, amused to see Mark become seemingly more engrossed with the couple as the girl gasped in response to the sudden double handed clench of her breasts.

Mark's mind wandered with the hostess's words his mind all too easily imagining her grinding atop that guys cock, tits hanging out.

“Excuse me, ID.” Tiffany more loudly imposed, derailing Mark's rampant runaway train of thought.

“Oh.. uhm.. Sorry…” Mark struggled to get his wallet out and present his driver's license pausing to shake the thought he just heard a sultry moan and gasping for air. Looking to the guy hunched over the bar, Mark noticed how heavily the guy was breathing, and the odd way his ass seemed to sway. What is he doing? Mark's mind suddenly imagined the guy was slowly sliding his cock in and out of a cock hungry mouth, what had gotten into his head?

Shaking the thought Mark half wondered if there was something in the air as he noticed another couple getting hot and heavy by a bank of elevators.

“Oh, you're Lucille's son.” Tiffany flirtatiously boasted drawing Mark's attention back to her from the other activities around the lobby. “I have it right her, the Sweet Lover's package.” Tiffany boasted as she quickly programmed the room key. “Room 825 in the North tower, the elevators are that way. I'll have your champagne delivered shortly so everything is ready for your partner's arrival.”

“Oh… Okay thanks.” Mark replied taking his ID and room keys as they were handed to him and slowly beginning to head to the elevator. Something felt odd.

“Have a good night.” Tiffany shouted and waved, eager to see Mark hop in the elevator.

Mark meanwhile texted his girlfriend the room number, concerned she might get creeped out if stuck in the lobby too long.

“Karl, maybe you should switch places with Sue. I need someone capable of watching the counter while I go check on Anthony.” Tiffany instructed, stroking Sue's hair as her lips smacked on Karl's cock.

“Oh…. Kay.” Karl exhaled heavily one of his hands stroking his cock for relief as Sue stood up and delved her tongue into his mouth giving him a taste of his cock.

“You better not cum without at least spraying it on me.” Sue asserted before forcefully shoving Karl down, her skirt already discarded beneath the counter as Karl began to finger and lap at Sue's pussy.