Hospitality

“Housekeeping.”

Quick check: clean vest? Check. Smooth sleeves? Check. Zipper up? Check. Buttons buttoned, belt fastened, shoes tied? Check, check, check.

After the pitter-patter of bare feet on tile and the fumbling of locks, the door before you opened to Sana and Miyeon, clad in plain white bathrobes.

“Heyyy,” Sana greeted with a smirk. Miyeon wiggled her fingers at you from behind Sana. Once you stepped in, the doors locked, and both ladies grabbed on to one arm each.

Excited? Maybe. Anticipant? Definitely. You’ve been in this position already, after all.

Sana lightly slapped your chest with an airy thud. “I see you’re finally wearing the shirts we got you. Doesn’t he look cute, Miyeon?”

Miyeon leaned her head over to scan you from neck to waist. “It makes you look older. Mature.” She winked at you. “Our age.” You felt your cheeks flush.

It must have been your second year or so in the hotel when you were first assigned this pair of frequent guests. Everyone begged you to endorse the calls to them instead, some higher ups warned you about their… eccentricities. But here you were regardless, a call boy to who must have been the two most angelic human beings to exist.

You always tried your best not to stare, but you still ended up doing so anyway. Miyeon was a little more dismissive, smirking at you like you’d just struck a weird pose; Sana was much warmer, a bright toothy smile greeting you. Both made your heart leap equally.

Being so smitten with them made the hurt of tonight’s circumstances a lot more uneasy.

“Ahem. Thank you, ma'am. If I may ask, how long will you, um, have me tonight?”

Miyeon stopped, pulling you back just before you entered their bedroom. “Why does that concern you?”

Sana leered at her. “Oh, come on. We can drop the role play for a quick second. But,” she turned to you, “she has a point.”

“Well, Manager Izumo – y'know, the old one – he’s out on leave tonight. And Assistant Manager Cham is… a bit too tough on our turnover time.”

“Nonsense,” Miyeon reassured with a light slap on the chest. “Give him a call. We’ll vouch for you.” You caught her giving a wink to Sana.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you cautioned. “He can be temperamental.” The ladies seemed to ignore your pleas as you entered the bedroom.

“Here, you can sit by the telephone,” Sana gestured to the edge of the bed. Before you could start pressing buttons, the two knelt down before you and started fiddling with your belt and waistline.

“W-wait, I thought I was going to–”

“You will,” Sana smirked. “But if you’re a good boy and last the whole call without giving us away, we’ll give you a reward.”

“Just keep talking, do what you gotta do,” Miyeon added. “But we’ll start when the phone starts ringing. And if you moan once, we’ll leave you hanging.”

“M-miss–”

Sana got up and kissed you on the lips. “Do it for us, baby,” she caressed your cheek. “Please?” Before you gave any response, the two started making out in front of you, intent on assuming your yes from the erect cock now standing before their eyes. God, how easy it was for you to be caught in their whims.

Miyeon gave your shaft a playful flick, watching it bounce with a grin. “Go ahead, dial.”

You dialed up the local of the manager’s office, and the two gently brushed their fingers on your shaft, Miyeon from above, under your head, and Sana along the veiny underside. You pursed your lips, desperate not to breathe in too loudly as the phone rang once, then twice.

“Hello? How do you have this number?” The voice on the other side was instantly recognizable.

“Mr. Cham? Yes, I’m calling from Room–”

“What?” He recognized your voice instantly. “Haven’t I told instructed you to not call using the room phones? This is outrageous,” he continued.

Glancing back at the two, they stared at you as tongues swirled and played around. Miyeon smiled as she bared her neck for Sana, making trails of saliva on her neck.

“Well?,” Mr. Cham scoffed.

“I–I understand…,” you trailed off, immediately pursing your lips as Sana and Miyeon’s lips continued crashing against each other with gusto – this time with your cockhead between their mouths.

“You understand? No explanation or rationale? No apologies?” Miyeon shot a dirty look at the phone.

“I’m sorry, sir…”

“This is very unprofessional of you,” he continued, Sana and Miyeon ravenously lashing their tongues around the sides of your shaft. “It is either you don’t do this around Manager Izumo, or you do it behind his back. And in either case, I’m disappointed in you. I can only hope the guests are not there with you.”

“Hey! I need some help with the kitchen here!,” Sana shouted in the other direction, faking a scenario. You widened your eyes as she replied with a mischievous smile.

“Cooking?! You know you can’t do that! And in front of the guests?! You better– I’m gonna– Just you wait till you get here. I’ll give you a proper sitdown when you’re not on the other end of a guest’s phone line!”

“Sir, I–” you choked, as Miyeon suddenly swallowed your cock whole, doing her best to mute her gagging behind shut eyes.

“Don’t you dare have an emotional breakdown in front of the guests. Pull yourself together, get out of there, and come to my office, now!,” he fumed.

“But, s-sir,” you heaved, with Sana doing the same, swirling her tongue around your base. “T-the kitchen t-thing…”

“I will send for someone else. This is the room with the young lesbian couple?”

Sana let go of your cock with a pop, her mouth still agape alongside Miyeon’s in scandalous horror.

“Lesbians?!,” they said together aloud, Manager Cham making a faintly audible yelp.

“I’ll have you know your profiling is a lawsuit waiting to happen!,” Miyeon growled.

“M-miss, I–”

“Now look what you did! He’s crying here!,” Sana lied, giving you a wink. “How could you be so cruel to one of your best employees!”

“M-my apolo–”

“We heard everything, by the way,” Miyeon butted in. “I can’t believe you treat your employees like this in the first place.”

“And we would like to declare that your employee’s presence here is very welcome,” Sana added in. “And until he’s fit to continue his duties, he will stay here with us, and away from you.”

“T-that’s understood, miss…”

“And get me the manager,” Sana scoffed. “The real one. I assume he’s out tonight.”

“Y-yes–”

“Great. Let him know we asked for him, ‘kay?,” Sana continued, back to her cheery self.

“Alright. Again, my apo–”

Miyeon pressed down the clicker with a finger, while Sana returned the phone. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, making the two laugh heartily.

“What a jerk!,” Sana complained. “ Lesbians?!”

“I mean, nothing wrong with that, right?,” Miyeon added. “But to assume we were – the nerve!”

“Exactly!,” Sana pointed at Miyeon, frustratedly undoing the waistbelt on her robe.

“Gosh, that got me worked up,” Miyeon said, rolling her robe off her shoulders.

The both of them now stood in front of you, completely naked. There’s nothing in the world that ever prepares you to view unquestionable, undeniable beauty; one as small as you could only stare in awe.

Miyeon caught your gaze, wiping off some spit from the side of her mouth. “As for you,” she clicked her tongue.

Uh oh.

“You gave yourself away,” she continued.

“Aw, guess no reward for you,” Sana pouted, “and more time for us.” She grabbed Miyeon’s face with both hands, making out with her right in front of you. Your erect could barely contain the reactionary twitch.

“M-miss–”

“We gave you a challenge, and you failed it,” Miyeon pouted, pressing her cheek against an equally pouty Sana. “Guess you should be on your way.”

“Or stay there,” Miyeon teased. “We did promise you’d be safe here. But you’ll just have to watch.”

The thing about these two was, although this was the first time they acted this way, you knew they were bluffing. They wanted to watch you beg, down on your knees and asking for their bodies, or their touch, or their pleasure. To anyone else – including the suckers who wished they were in your shoes this very moment, such an expectation was degrading, a dealbreaker.

But you were not like most, and these two, for all their mischief, just stood up for you against the boss you hated. Gratitude was the only motivator necessary.

You stood up, walked up to them, and knelt on the ground. The two looked at you, puzzled, until you started gently kissing their wombs – Sana, then Miyeon, in turns – until they playfully rubbed their hands on your head, like a master to a pet.

“You are such a tease, baby,” Sana laughed, masking her arousal.

“I- I didn’t come here for… my own pleasure, ma'am,” you hesitated. “I came here to please you as valued customers.” You continued to pepper their thighs with kisses.

“Is this what you wanna do then, hmm?,” Miyeon asked, pushing your head to look up at them – an impossibly beautiful sight to see them from below, faces barely peeking past their perky breasts.

You ignored their taunting and moved on to Miyeon, humming audibly. You kept moving between them, eyes closed as you focused on your one task. You’d completely missed how Sana and Miyeon looked at each other with bitten lips, making out with each other as you kept going.

The pair giggled. “Careful now,” Sana warned, “we could use you a lot more than we have so far.” You stayed silent, focused on your own attempt at coaxing them.

The two stood on both sides of your head, the warmth of their core felt from your shoulders. They still made out just as aggressively as they had been, hands still petting your head or running all over each others’ bodies. You wrapped your arms around their thighs, massaging a cheek on each one’s ass. Their moans were the only confirmation you needed to keep going.

Miyeon pulled your head towards her pussy, and you lapped eagerly. Once that tang hit your tongue, you were hooked; you licked and sucked as tenderly as possible, taking it all in to the sweet sound of her moaning.

Then Sana took your face away towards her; doing the same, you tasted the slimy sweetness pool on your tongue with every stroke of its tip. Sana let out a low moan, then a soft squeak as you sucked her clit.

The two took their turns, each one moaning harder than their last. Miyeon practically buried your face into her hips, while Sana forced you to lock eyes with her as you ate her out. Even without touching yourself, your cock throbbed almost painfully, like it desired to break free from your own pelvis.

“Look at his cock,” Sana giggled. “So hard for us already.”

“Say whose cock that belongs to, baby,” Miyeon said to you.

But you didn’t reply. You were so high on their juices, you completely missed the command.

“Maybe let’s save the commands for later, Miyeon,” Sana gasped as you took her clit in your mouth. “He’s… mmm, focused.”

“Such a good boy,” Miyeon grabbed your head towards her again, releasing another moan as you kept going.

You licked as aggressively as they needed you to, told to you by how deep your face was shoved against their folds. Their scent – at least what you could tell before having to dive into them – coated your upper lip, keeping your brain in a frenzy for their squirt.

“Alright,” Sana gasped, still catching her breath, “get over here.” Sana reached for your hand and you stood up, erection swinging around in the cold airconditioned air. She led you to the chair facing the bed, sitting you down and hopping onto your lap.

“You’ve been a good boy,” she said, whispering into your ear, “so we’ll give you one last challenge.” She made out with you briefly before getting up and meeting Miyeon on the bed, fully on display for you.

Sana climbed on the bed, wrapping her legs around Miyeon. Their lips never parted; their hands never stalled. With each second passed they became a fire burning with increasing intensity. Your member twitched and ached, and you reached for your shaft.

Miyeon broke her kiss and wagged a finger at you. “Just watch,” she shushed, “and we’ll touch you when we’re done.”

“If you touch, you go,” Sana smirked, meeting Miyeon once more.

You steeled your resolve. You grabbed the arms of the chair, wrapped your legs around the chair’s legs, you pushed your back to the chair – anything to resist the urge to stroke, to relieve.

Sana and Miyeon, on the other hand, were very much immersed in their own world. They scissored each other, bucking and grinding their pussies aggressively against each other. You knew by the way they locked eyes with each other how crazy in love (or lust, as a matter of perspective) they were, both supporting themselves by their arms.

What they ignored in their chase for climax was how you were cemented in your seat just ogling at them, how you squirmed and salivated for them, how your thoughts so foolishly painted a picture of you in between them. Or perhaps, they knew, and spent all their energies to arouse themselves for you.

At some point, their grind stopped, pussies merely facing each other as they fingered each other. They moaned, hands flicking about wildly but determined. Their fingers squelched, their hands clapped against themselves, moaning so sensually their voices alone could make you do the same.

You grabbed the cushioned armrests you so hard you swore you’d dug visible scratches by now. Your feet dug into the carpet, stretched out with your hips half in the air just trying to get your erection under control. With your hands otherwise immobile, turning where you sat into an excavation site was the only thing you could do.

Their moans, however, may as well have been warm whispers by your earlobe. The whines and squeals coursed through your brain like liquid lust, and now you really couldn’t help but imagine yourself in that circle.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Sana yelped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck–”

“Cum for me,” Miyeon repeated over and over, practically begging for her juices yet giving away her own release.

It felt like a bomb had gone off in the room. The moment froze in your brain, seeing Sana and Miyeon arch their backs, twitching and squirming and clamping their legs together as they shared their moment of release together. First came Miyeon, who groaned so hard you felt it ripple through her core, as she clamped her thighs around Sana’s hand. Then came Sana, her voice stolen from her open mouthed orgasm, but letting out brief yelp after yelp. They collapsed slowly into the same entanglement of arms, lips, and legs, muttering barely audible “I love yous” to each other.

The tenderness, the sensuality – you felt a shiver up your back without warning. Meanwhile, you felt the slow, cold dribble of clear liquid coming from your tip run down your shaft. You wanted to scoop it up and wipe it away, lest you actually be left hanging like this, but the pair luckily turned their attention to you.

“Good job, baby,” Miyeon cooed, crawling off the bed with Sana in hand. The two knelt down again before you, marveling at the ridges and veins of your shaft.

“Fuck, it looks so good,” Sana wowed, “just big enough to fill me up as always.”

Miyeon bit her lip. “Do you know how hard it was to not call you to come to us and let us suck you off?” She rubbed her face against the side of your length, her skin cold to the touch, but the sight of Miyeon smitten for your manhood was dangerously addictive. “I missed this cock.”

“Fuck, I can’t hold myself back anymore,” Sana said, hovering her mouth right over the other side of your erection, the warm breath a perfect appetizer of what they were about to do.

Save for all the earlier shenanigans, this was what you came back for over and over again, no matter the “cost” to you: first, how tender and raw the pair actually were, no matter how cruel the tease; and second, what they were just about ready to do.

And this was a game worth playing.

Sana and Miyeon began to plant kiss after kiss on your shaft, each one slow and painfully sensual. As if you hadn’t been edged enough this whole night, the two worked in perfect harmony to prolong your build-up as much as they could. It was downright diabolical how they’d mastered the art of going just fast enough to not keep you in denial. The two licked in turns, both dragging their ridges and bumps from base to tip.

Fortunately for you, the pair were now also implicitly more willing (if not cryptically imploring) for you to handle them. You ran your fingers through their hair and down their cheeks, rubbing circles with your thumbs. You felt their skin soft, pliant, but getting warmer as you did, like the simple warm gesture was a lot more arousing than one might have assumed.

“You’re so gentle with us, baby,” Sana purred between kisses.

“Don’t you wanna rough us up more, baby? For you?,” Miyeon added, each breath caressing the tip of your cock.

“N-no, miss… I just… want you to enjoy…,” you answered honestly. Perhaps not 100% true – what you wouldn’t pay actual money to do so – but beggars for orgasm can’t be choosers of how they will.

And, the answer only made Sana and Miyeon giggle delightedly, now more aggressively wrapping their lips around you. They were now matching the very dangerous pace they were at earlier tonight, pooling another orgasm at the base of your cock.

“Let’s try this again then,” Miyeon gasped as she let you go. “Say whose cock this belongs to.”

“It’s yours, miss… it’s all yours… it’s no one else’s but yours…”

The two giggled as they stood up to make out with you, still gently stroking you as they met you in a passionate three-way kiss. You could feel their hunger for you, your breathing picking up pace as you fought hard to hold your orgasm back.

“I think– he’s ready– to come again–,” Sana remarked between kisses.

“Where do you want, baby?,” Miyeon asked, kneeling back down with Sana. “Here?,” pointing to her face. You shook your head.

“Here?,” Sana said, smiling as she stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth for you. Still, you shook your head.

“Tell us, baby,” Sana urged, now stroking you along your length.

“I-I w-want p-pussy– finish inside–” you blabbered, legs kicking about as you rejected orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” Miyeon cooed, joining Sana’s hand in stroking you, the combined efforts of two hands sending your brain into overdrive. “That means you have to–”

“Yes! Can come– fuck – again– for you–,” you struggled. The two smiled expectantly.

“You go first, Miyeon,” Sana teased. “You’ve been tough on him the whole night. He deserves an apology.”

“Hmm, I was thinking I go last,” Miyeon hummed. “Maybe so that I can fuck him senseless.”

“That’s so mean!,” Sana giggled. “But so fucking hot.”

Sana climbed on to your shaft, Miyeon guiding her body as she went down on you. First a little, then out, then a bit more again, before you were completely inside her. You never felt like you were particularly well-endowed until you met these two, their tight pussies testament to their earlier statement.

“Oh fuck,” Sana yelped, “I just got on and I can feel myself so close already, shit …”

“She’s probably just sensitive from earlier,” Miyeon reassured, hands swarming over her tits and her abdomen as she stared into your eyes. “Don’t hold back.”

In that moment, you followed the brain in your groin and hammered her quick and hard. Sana’s squeals started going silent, overwhelmed by the speed of your railing and Miyeon’s own touch. “Oh fuck– oh fuck– oh fuck–” was all she could muster.

On your end, to Miyeon’s surprise, you gritted your teeth hard until it made your ears pop, doing everything to fight off the orgasm practically oozing out of you.

“I said don’t hold back, baby,” she taunted. “She can take it. What are you waiting for?”

You didn’t have to answer. Sana’s orgasm came just as quickly as you did to Miyeon’s encouragement, the both of you twitching and squirming violently as Sana’s walls closed around your shaft, forcing your fluids to mix before pooling out and around you. With one last push, Sana lifted herself off of you, allowing Miyeon to rapidly hop on and take you in, stimulating you back to hardness.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so deep,” she moaned, not even fully in yet. When she finally had you in whole – mostly from Sana’s whole weight on her – her eyes went wide and her mouth silent.

“Oooh, Miyeon,” Sana laughed weakly, “what happened? Cock got your mouth? I thought you were so excited to take him, now you’re quiet?”

You thrusted into her in slow, hard strokes, slamming then pausing then slamming again. Each one shook out a single, subdued yelp from Miyeon, a single hand over her mouth, with Sana giving her perky tits the attention you couldn’t give.

All you could do, however, was groan. Groaning because the sensitivity of just having finished inside Sana felt like your orgasm had been prolonged, groaning because the tightness made every single pound deathly close to being your last. It made no difference: by Sana’s hand or her own, she was going to take your cum and like it. Unsurprising, then, that it took only minutes.

“I- I'm–” was all Miyeon could blubber for seconds before she came all over you, squirt and all. The spray drenched your legs, her walls slick even if tight, and that was all it took for you to squeeze out your last, a thick and heavy blob slowly pouring out of her as she lifted herself off you and landing on your cock with a cold splat.

Without warning, Sana pooled all the cum and fluids on your body and started stroking you aggressively. You laughed from the painfully ticklish sensation, your insides churning to squeeze out your last reserves. From below, a finger entered your butt and a warm mouth on your balls – Miyeon’s handiwork. Sana joined her in keeping your cockead contained in her mouth.

You squirmed. You wriggled. Your body fought for its survival, pushing against all hope to escape the torment of these cock-hungry lionesses. But more than your body frozen in stimulation, there you laid in your mind, their one message reverberating in your head: cum for us.

“Cum for us,” Sana teased, “you can do it, baby.”

“You treat us so good,” Miyeon praised. “Cum for us.”

Their voices weren’t just honey: they were poison, and you ate them up whole.

With one last, painful spurt, you squeezed out one final, cloudy stream that Sana and Miyeon sucked out of you in turns. They took you in from bottom to tip, leaving your cock with a pop. Once they had their fill, of course, they shared with each other the fruits of their labor, lips locked as they coated each other’s tongues in your essence. All you could do was sit, catch your breath, and allow the two their moment.

In no time, the pair began kissing your cock once more, barely keeping it erect. They polished the tip with the insides of their cheeks, not aggressively but more just for their own fun.

“This fucking cock,” Sana giggled, “is so addicting.”

“And it’s ours,” Miyeon grinned. “Right, baby?” You nodded.

For the next few minutes, that’s all they did: take you in their mouths gently, humming in pleasure as you entered them. At some point you felt something burst, but whatever it was your exhaustion and their saliva kept all evidence unseen.

Miyeon climbed up to meet your gaze. “Can you do that thing earlier? Kissing our legs everywhere?”

“Yes, please,” Sana said, sitting right beside your face. “Still got the energy?” You kissed Sana’s ass in response, and they got the message.

Miyeon sat up, opening her legs to your right, while Sana did the same on your left. It was just like a while ago, with you in it; call it a dream come true.

With gentle twists of their fingers in your hair, they pulled you between themselves, using you like a shared toy as you worshiped their folds. You could taste all the funk, all the juices of the past hours radiating all around your head. You were so focused on your care that you didn’t even notice they’d squeezed out one last orgasm each, collapsing on the bed with you to make a renaissance scene of nude, splayed bodies.

You stood up, slouched and caught your breath. “Ladies– I mean, misses, please tuck in before you get too cold.” You guided their bodies into the sheets, one by one, until the two were successfully in restful positions. Before you could stand up and leave, Sana caught your arm and pulled you to the bed, landing between them. Miyeon wrapped you in the blankets with them as they wrapped themselves around you too, one on each side.

“We’ll let you sleep here tonight,” Miyeon held your hand. Damn irresistible.

All orgasms and climaxes considered, this was heaven: being peppered in sensual, cradling kisses, surrounded by verbal and physical appreciation. Their hands strayed over your hardness still, not to stroke but to feel, to do their own worship this time.

“You’re ours, baby,” Miyeon cooed. “This cock is ours, this cute face is ours, you’re ours and we get to play with you exclusively. Say it.”

“I’m yours, ma'am,” you sighed.

“No more ma'am or miss, please,” Sana chuckled. “When you’re with us, we’re equals. Call me Sana, call her Miyeon, call us… baby. Call us anything. You deserve that.”

Your cheeks flushed with what little blood hadn’t gone south of your body. “I think you have beautiful names, Sana,” you turned your head, “Miyeon. Can I just call you that?”

Miyeon made a throaty, hearty laugh. “ Ugh, you are such a cutie! Come here.” They eagerly locked lips with you again, even sharing a kiss between all three of you, tongues writhing in the open air.

This was a first. All of this was a first. It was never this intimate, this steady with them; you’d been doing this for a few times now and it was never this adventurous. But the air had changed, and you breathed it all in with gusto.

“God, how can we keep you?,” Miyeon remarked. “I’d hate to keep leaving you here. Can we take him home?”

“He’s not a pet, Miyeon,” Sana raised. “But… maybe we can bring you to our place? More… permanently?”

“But, miss– I mean, Sana, I still have to work.”

“Nonsense,” Miyeon smirked. “We have enough. You could be our adorable little housewife. Got the skillset for it too, don’t you think?” You chuckled.

“Please?,” Sana pouted once more. You hid your face in shame, humbly accepting your fate as the two kissed you all over once more.

Having been showered in pleasure, heart full and light, falling asleep was the best feeling in the world. You’ll worry about the assistant manager in the morning.