Guest Services Tiffany
written by:
mcerotic

This is a new installment in the "Guest Services" series. Each story stands on its own although do have an order. Since the original ones were first on this site so long ago, I put a sort of omnibus edition of the first 3 up. Plus you'll find Tiffany makes her first appearance in "Duct Tape and Pink Panties."

"Are you busy?" one of the front-desk staff asked Michèle.

"What needs to be done?"

"Apparently that Disney woman is having problems with the treadmill we put in her suite. I don't just want to send maintenance, she might freak out at being alone in her room with some burly guy."

"OK," Michèle replied. "I'll go myself and stay there if I need to get maintenance up there."

Michèle went to the elevator. She put in her master keycard to get access to the floor that Disney had booked entirely to themselves. Tiffany, the face of Disney for the last few years, was in town to give a concert the following evening in the stadium near the hotel. It was hard to overestimate how popular she was, with an age demographic from young girls to middle-aged women, with a secondary following of men who weren't interested in her music but all wanted to fuck her.

Once on the floor Michèle walked down the corridor. She noticed that cleverly Disney had placed her security guard outside the door to the next room, close enough to be available if there was trouble but misleading to anyone who didn't know exactly which room was Tiffany's. Michèle nodded to the security guard and knocked on the door.

Tiffany opened the door and let her in. It was the first time Michèle had seen her up close and she was stunned. She was in workout clothes. Tight pink satin shorts that were almost too small for her, with a grey running vest over a white sports bra. She looked even more stunning in person like that than when she was on the TV in smart clothes and makeup. That was unusual in Michèle's experience. She often found famous people like models and Hollywood stars were not all that attractive up close when they stayed at the hotel. Michèle stood rooted to the spot as the door clicked closed behind her.

Michèle found her eyes drawn to Tiffany's crotch, where the seam of her too-small running shorts cut into her sex, two fleshy satin-clad lips divided by the tight line of the seam. It was almost as if she could see Tiffany's sex through the pink material. Michèle could feel a familiar flutter of arousal between her thighs. She was normally only attracted to men but at that very moment she had an intense desire to run her finger along that satiny valley.

Michèle suddenly noticed that Tiffany's eyes seemed to be watching her, observing the way that Michèle couldn't pull her eyes away from her crotch. The two women seemed to have been frozen in time, unable to speak, rooted to the spot. There was electricity in the air.

Finally Michèle came to her senses and spoke. "There's a problem with your treadmill?"

Tiffany was too famous to be able to go to the regular hotel gym, she'd be mobbed by the men and women would be trying to photograph her naked in the shower. Not a satisfactory workout. So instead the hotel brought the gym to her room, a treadmill and a rack of free weights. They looked a little incongruous in the living room to her suite, alongside an upright piano and a wet bar.

"Yes," said Tiffany. "It doesn't run smoothly. Of course when it snags it almost sends me flying."

"Let's just get another one instead of trying to find out what is wrong." Michèle pulled the radio off her belt and asked maintenance to bring up a replacement immediately. "I'll stay here until they get here. Make sure everything is OK."

Michèle wasn't very good at small talk with famous people. Usually she found them uninteresting since they lived in a bubble cut off from real life and often became very self-centered, surrounded by people telling them non-stop how wonderful they are. But Tiffany didn't seem to be stuck-up like that. Indeed she exhibited a vulnerable side to herself.

"Are you enjoying your stay?" Michèle asked. She couldn't think of anything better to say.

"It's fine. The hotel is perfect," she said. "But sometimes I wish I had my old life back. I could leave my room if I wanted to. I could just go to the gym or the bar. I could make new friends outside of the circle of narcissists in Hollywood."

"I suppose there are worse problems to have," said Michèle. Tiffany's life was so far removed from her own unglamorous one, where money was always tight.

"I can't even get slightly drunk without it appearing in magazines. Let alone..." Tiffany stopped.

"What?"

"Let alone get laid, I suppose I was going to say."

"Well, we could split a six-pack," Michèle said laughing. "That would solve the first problem."

"And then when we are drunk we end up in bed together? Is that how we solve the second?"

Michèle wasn't quite sure how much Tiffany was joking but at just that moment there was a knock at the door. It took only a couple of minutes to wheel in a new treadmill and take away the old one.

Michèle should leave, but once again she seemed to be tongue-tied, standing there looking at Tiffany like she was one of her pre-teen fans. The two women stood facing each other, just a couple of feet apart. Michèle was conscious of how heavily she was breathing.

Finally Tiffany spoke quietly. "I bet you wouldn't dare..."

Michèle felt the word "bet" in her stomach. It seemed to be some sort of password to her panties. The only one-night stands she'd had in her life had been when guests had bet her something. She always seemed to lose. Kirk, who bet he could guess the color of her panties, and when he turned out to be close enough, removed them. Albert, who bet he knew the day of the week she lost her virginity on, and when he was correct, reprised her first lover's journey into her pussy. Mike Tungsten, with his long tongue, who bet he was younger than her and when she turned out to be born on the same day his tongue was soon inside her. Now Tiffany, betting she wouldn't dare. Michèle wasn't even quite sure what she was daring. But she wasn't going to leave without finding out.

Michèle moved forward. Tiffany didn't move. She leant forward further and gently kissed the young blonde. Michèle had never kissed a woman before, and she had no idea why she was doing so now. Tiffany's lips were soft, her skin completely different from a man's roughness. Michèle stepped back. She looked Tiffany up and down but once again her eyes were drawn to the pink furrow in Tiffany's running shorts.

Michèle slowly reached out her hand. She watched, almost as if her hand belonged to someone else, as her index finger touched the very top of the furrow in Tiffany's shorts. She half expected Tiffany to jump back in indignation but she stood there, breathing heavily. Michèle could feel the fleshiness of her lips through the thin material. She wasn't wearing anything more underneath. She could even tell that she was hairless. Slowly she slid her finger down along the valley, around the curve of Tiffany's body and between her legs. She felt Tiffany shiver as her fingertip slid over her clit. She could feel the hard little point through the satin. Michèle couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd only been in the room for quarter of an hour, they'd exchanged a handful of words, and now she was stroking a finger in the slit of their most famous guest's sex.

"Wait," said Tiffany. She stepped back. Michèle thought she'd gone too far for a moment. What if Tiffany complained? She might lose her job. But instead Tiffany pushed down her shorts, kicked them away, and then stepped forward again. Somehow the fact that she was still wearing a sweaty running vest and bulky running shoes made her hairless exposed crotch even sexier. Michèle could see the pink tongue of her inner lips where they protruded slightly between the rounded billows of her outer lips. For some reason the memory that "moule," the French for "mussel," was slang for a pussy leapt to her mind, the same pattern of fleshy folds protruding between a rounded smooth exterior.

Michèle reached out again and pushed her finger between Tiffany's outer lips. She felt a small twitch in Tiffany's body at the touch. Slowly she pushed her finger down, over the little tip of Tiffany's clit, hard like a ball-bearing. As Michèle's finger moved further between Tiffany's legs, she could feel the wetness between her lips. Tiffany gasped when Michèle curled her finger upwards and the very tip nestled in the entrance to Tiffany's cunt. Tiffany pushed her hips forward slightly, almost sucking Michèle's finger deeper into her body.

Michèle started to finger-fuck Tiffany, slowly pushing her finger into Tiffany's cunt and then sliding it out, up between her lips and over her clit before slipping back down and re-entering her. Tiffany started to rock her hips slightly in time with Michèle's movements. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her running vest and pulled it over her head. Michèle could see Tiffany's nipples, hard little darker points clearly visible though the white fabric of her sports bra. Michèle leaned forward and ran her tongue over one nipple. It hardened and protruded even more. Michèle opened her mouth and gently bit down on the nipple, causing Tiffany to sigh. Tiffany again reached down and pulled the sports bra over her head. Michèle's mouth closed once again over Tiffany's nipple, holding it lightly between her teeth as she flicked it with her tongue. Tiffany let out a long moan.

Michèle moved and knelt down in front of Tiffany. Tiffany moved her feet apart, then reached down with both hands and with her fingers she spread the outer lips of her sex, offering the soft pink inner folds to Michèle's mouth. Michèle could see her clit, standing proud like a tiny cock. Tiffany's whole body jerked when the tip of Michèle's tongue gently touched it. Michèle reached around Tiffany and put a hand on one of the cheeks of Tiffany's ass, pulling her forward into her mouth. Tiffany bent her knees a little and rolled her hips back, thrusting her sex out even more. Michèle pushed her tongue deeper into her pussy, tasting the juices of her arousal.

Tiffany's body was taut, wound tight like a spring, close to orgasm already. Michèle's other hand crept up between Tiffany's thighs and she gently pressed her thumb between Tiffany's lips and into her body. Almost immediately she felt Tiffany's cunt clamp down hard on her thumb and she climaxed. Her body shook violently. It was impossible for Michèle to keep her tongue on Tiffany's clit and so she drew out her orgasm with the thumb in her cunt.

Michèle sat back on her heels for a moment. She realized the scene would look really surreal if anyone took a photo. Tiffany was standing in front of her, her eyes closed, enjoying the dying embers of her orgasms. She was naked except for a pair of running shoes, her legs spread, her wet pink lips blatantly displayed like in some men's magazine centerfold. Michèle herself was still fully clothed in her work uniform, submissively kneeling, her mouth sticky with the wetness of Tiffany's pussy.

Michèle stood up. She needed to get back to work. However, Tiffany took her hand and, saying nothing, guided her through the living room, past the treadmill, to the bedroom.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Tiffany asked. Her voice seemed odd, the first words either of them had spoken since when Tiffany bet Michèle she wouldn't dare make a move.

"A couple of times. But only as part of a threesome. This was the first time I ever had sex with a woman alone."

"I've never had sex with a woman before."

"Really? Why did you pick me for your first experience?"

"I don't really know. When you came into the room, you looked at me with such unconcealed lust that it got me aroused too. So then I wanted to give you what you desired. I was just acting in the moment which I so rarely can. I've never done something like that before. It's a bit scary to be honest."

"Scary?"

"Yes. The idea of, well, touching your pussy. Licking you. Doing to you what you did to me."

"Start with my breasts then. They aren't scary are they?"

"Not at all. They look magnificent. I can't wait to see them."

Michèle said nothing as she let Tiffany unbutton her jacket and take it off, remove her blouse and unclasp her bra. Soon she was topless.

"My first breast," said Tiffany as she cupped one of Michèle's large breasts. She bent down and laid a trail of kisses just outside Michèle's pink areola, before finally putting her mouth over the dark pink nipple and circling the nipple with the tip of her tongue. Michèle felt her nipple harden as Tiffany's tongue coaxed little flutters of pleasure from it. Sometimes Michèle's nipples were so sensitive that she could cum just from playing with them and she could already feel that if Tiffany kept going she would soon have a small orgasm.

"You do that so well," Michèle whispered.

While Tiffany attacked one nipple with her tongue, she reached over and gently took the other between finger and thumb. She started to roll it back and forth against her thumb.

"Don't stop," Michèle said quietly.

She could feel the beginnings of her impending orgasm. She knew it wouldn't be earth-shattering, her nipple-induced ones never were.

"See, you've made me come," Michèle said, bending down and kissing the back of Tiffany's head. The tremors of a small orgasm erupted in her cunt as Tiffany continued to stimulate her sensitive nipples.

Tiffany stood up again. She reached down and undid the button on Michèle's pants, unzipped them and pushed them over her hips. Michèle bent down, picked them up and folded them before putting them on a chair.

Tiffany laughed. "You are clearly really neat."

"It's not so much that. I'll have to go to work after this and people will wonder where I've been. I don't want my clothes to make it obvious what I've been up to."

Michèle lay down on the bed, now clad only in white thong panties. Tiffany lay down beside her. They cuddled, pressing their breasts against each other and kissing for the first time.

"Well, scary time now."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh, I do want to. Try and stop me." Tiffany moved down the bed and grabbed Michèle's thong. Michèle lifted her hips as Tiffany pulled it off. Michèle let her legs fall apart. Tiffany moved down the bed and lay between Michèle's outspread thighs. She felt Tiffany's fingers running through her pubic hair as she built up courage to go further. Then she felt Tiffany's fingertips on her outer lips opening up her pussy and inspecting her.

"Yours is different from mine," Tiffany giggled. She bent down for a closer look. Then she moved down further, lightly licking Michèle's inner lips for the first time.

Tiffany lifted her head for a moment. "You taste nice," she said.

Tiffany's tongue ran up the length of Michèle's slit between her lips and up over her clit. Michèle shivered slightly with excitement. Tiffany looked up, wondering if she'd done something wrong.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Great," Michèle said. "It was just you were right on my clit. It felt good but don't be quite that rough."

Tiffany started to use the tip of her tongue right on Michèle's clit. Michèle looked down at the young blonde exploring her first woman, inexperienced but enthusiastic.

"Push a finger into me too," Michèle said quietly.

Michèle could feel Tiffany's finger between her lips, feeling for the entrance to her cunt. Tiffany's finger slowly entered Michèle's body.

"You are so wet," Tiffany said.

"Mmm. I'm always like that when I'm aroused."

"Lick my clit and sort of fuck me with your finger. I'm close to coming."

Tiffany went back to rhythmically stroking Michèle's clit with the tip of her tongue and at the same time she started to slide her finger back and forth in her wet cunt. Michèle pulled her knees up towards her breasts, opening her body up even more for Tiffany. She was close to coming. She started to stroke her own nipples, adding further to the pleasure that was spreading out from her pussy. Tiffany let another of her fingers start to graze Michèle's asshole, rubbing it with the moisture that had already run down between her cheeks.

"Oh yes," said Michèle. "Stick a finger in my ass."

As Tiffany's finger entered Michèle's asshole, already slick with her juice, her orgasm started.

"Oh don't stop, I'm coming. Oh, that's intense."

Michèle's orgasm flooded her body, waves of pleasure spiraling out from her cunt and asshole until her fingertips and toes tingled too. Tiffany continued to fuck Michèle's pussy, extending her orgasm until, finally, the last ripple died away and her body was quiet. Tiffany moved up the bed and the two women cuddled again.

"So tell me about your threesome," Tiffany said. "I've never had one."

"Well, it was with Albert, the man who guessed that I lost my virginity on a Tuesday, which I did. We were in the hotel swimming pool with the lights out having sex when one of the interns, a girl, came in."

"So she just joined you?"

"No. Albert invited her in but she was reluctant and declined. But he played the same trick on her and bet her that he could guess what day she'd lost her virginity on. She was another Tuesday's child. She came into the pool in her underwear but when she realized how transparent it was when wet she took it off and came and joined us. Albert whispered in my ear that he wanted me to get her ready for him. I'd never licked a woman before. In fact I'd never even seen another woman's pussy close up before. She'd never been licked by a woman before either. But I was a little drunk so it didn't seem intimidating or anything. I took her almost to the point of orgasm and then Albert took over and fucked her."

"Sounds great fun. Do you have a....no, that's too presumptuous."

"What?"

"I was going to ask you if you have a boyfriend or a...you know, special friend, who might be up for a threesome. I mean if you are, of course."

"No boyfriend. Not even a friend-with-benefits. When I'm not in a relationship I just go without sex normally."

"I've got one but he's thousands of miles away." Tiffany laughed. "We'll just have to find someone."

Michèle laughed. "Like you are just going to go down to the bar and pick up a guy?"

"You know what would actually happen? I'd be mobbed by women wanting my autograph, and the guys would be too intimated to approach me. And it would be all over the magazines next week and Disney would be...well, unhappy."

"OK, I'll have to see what I can do. What kind of guys do you like?"

"Fit of course. Tall. But older ones."

"How much older. Even 30 is older than you."

"A lot. Old enough to be my father old. Or even your father. Grey hair."

"I'm not making any guarantees, but I get hit on pretty regularly by guests. And I can probably do some things to improve the odds. Anyway, I need to go back to work now."

Michèle got up off the bed and started to pull her clothes back on.

"Even if you don't manage to bring a man with you, come and spend the night with me anyway. What time do you get off?"

"It depends how busy we are. After 10pm maybe a bit later if reception is still busy."

Tiffany rolled across the bed and grabbed her cell-phone that was on the night-stand.

"What's your cell?"

Michèle told her and Tiffany entered it. She then typed something on the keyboard. Michèle's phone beeped in her pocked. She pulled it out and looked at the text message Tiffany had sent her. "the second time will be even better."

The two women walked to the door to Tiffany's suite, Michèle once again in her hotel uniform and Tiffany still completely naked. They kissed.

"See you later, OK?" Tiffany said.

"I promise," said Michèle.

Tiffany hid behind the door as Michèle opened it and left.

Michèle went back down to reception. Everyone seemed to assume she'd been busy doing something somewhere else in the hotel. Which, of course, in a way, she had.

Michèle started to look at people as the stood in line to check in. She wanted to try and find an older man who she fancied herself too. She would then try and find an excuse to escort them to their room personally. She would show them how the appliances in the room worked. She couldn't really do much more than give them the opportunity to try something. The first couple of times nothing happened.

But it was third time lucky. She escorted a man called Andrew to his room on the excuse that she was going to the room next door for some spurious reason. He was tall, perhaps 6'4" with grey hair. But obviously he worked out. Smart suit. Dress shirt. Probably had worn a tie earlier in the day but had taken it off. Michèle, in her state of heightened sexual awareness, found herself wandering what he'd be like in bed and hoping she'd get to find out.

She went into his room with him, showed him how things worked and then waited a little bit to give him an opportunity to try something.

"I'm going to the bar for a drink," Andrew said. "Would you like to come and have one with me? What time do you finish?"

"The hotel doesn't like us fraternizing with guests," Michèle replied.

"Well how about fraternizing with me in the hotel next door?"

"A drink isn't always necessary, you know," Michèle said slowly.

She could see Andrew wondering whether she really meant what he had understood. Skip going to the bar, go straight to bed.

"I've got an idea," said Michèle. "Come with me."

"But I'd rather stay here because I want..." Andrew's voice tailed off.

"...because you want to get into my pants," Michèle said smiling.

Andrew laughed. "Well, that's pretty direct. But I don't suppose I can deny it."

"Don't worry," Michèle said. She paused. "You will."

She took her phone out of her pocket and typed a few characters, sending a text message to Tiffany. "threesome on"

"Come on or we'll be late," Michèle said.

"I didn't know we had an appointment."

"You do now. And I promise you it will be a wonderful surprise. But you must promise me something," Michèle said cryptically.

"What is that?"

"You must never tell anyone anything that happens tonight."

Andrew held up his left hand, showing his wedding ring. "Don't worry, I have no intention of saying a word."

"Follow me." She opened the door to Andrew's room and soon they were walking down the corridor a few floors above to Tiffany's suite.

*******

I arrived at the hotel in Montreal. It was quite late, my plane had been delayed. There was no line at reception. The woman who checked me in was very attractive. About 35 I'd guess. She was tall, maybe 5'10" in her heels. She had large breasts but not out of proportion. I absent-mindedly mentally undressed her as she ran my credit card and wrote down my room number. She looked pretty good naked, at least in my mind.

I was just about to go to my room when she offered to escort me to my room since she need to go to that floor in any case.

"What's your name?" I asked her in the elevator.

"Michèle," she replied.

"I'm Andrew," I said.

"I know. I just checked you in, remember. Andrew Watts."

The elevator doors opened and she led me to my room. She fussed around showing me how the thermostat worked and how to turn on the TV, as if I couldn't figure those things out for myself. She seemed to be hanging around deliberately. I wondered if she fancied me or something, which seemed unlikely since I was at least 20 years older than her. Plus, I was married, but if there was a chance of getting her out of that uniform I wasn't going to worry about that.

I suggested a drink but she said that she wasn't allowed to go drinking with the guests in the hotel. So I suggested next door. Then she said something most unusual: "A drink isn't always necessary you know."

My first thought was that she meant that we could miss out the step where I chat her up in the bar and go straight to the part where I take her up to my room. Especially given that we were both already in it. Then she suddenly wanted to take me somewhere else. I resisted a bit. After all, we were already in my room and she'd all-but invited me to hit on her. Then she surprised me again.

"You want to get into my pants," she said.

Well, I could hardly deny it. I'd been thinking that since being at the reception desk.

"Don't worry," she went on, "you will."

Then she took me out into the corridor and up a few floors. She swore me to secrecy, for some reason I didn't understand. She took out her keycard and opened the door to one of the rooms and we walked in. Unlike my room, which was just a room, we entered the huge living room of a grand suite. There was a fabulous view of Montreal laid out before us. At first I assumed that she'd brought me up here because it was a better place for sex than my own room. But then one of the doors to the living room opened and a woman walked out.

Not just any woman, pretty much the most famous young woman in the world, Tiffany. Surely it couldn't be. But I had read in the newspaper that she was on tour and would be playing in Montreal that weekend. She was dressed as if she'd just got out of bed, wearing just a man's shirt, long enough on her that it came halfway down her thighs. I could tell from the way her breasts moved that she wore no bra. I couldn't see but I assumed she was probably wearing panties. I felt my cock stir.

Michèle smiled and, laughing, introduced us over-formally. "Tiffany, meet Andrew. Andrew...Tiffany,"

Michèle walked over to the bar on one side of the living room. "How about that drink now? Do you like gin?"

I nodded. Michèle quickly made three gin and tonics and brought them over to us. I wasn't quite sure what to say. I guessed we were all going to have sex together at some point, but you can hardly just come out and say that. Anyway, some strong drinks to get us all relaxed seemed like a good way to start. Both Michèle and I took off our jackets. Without her jacket I could see more clearly that she really did have magnificent breasts. Michèle and Tiffany sat down on one sofa and I sat down on another facing them.

Michèle surprised me yet again when she turned to Tiffany and said blatantly, "Andrew wants to get into my pants, you know."

"We'd better help him then," Tiffany said. She knelt in front of Michèle, unbuttoned her pants and, as Michèle lifted herself up, pulled them off. Michèle also unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, sitting back down in just a matching cream bra and panties.

"Anyway, it's only fair he wants to get into your pants," said Tiffany. "I want to get into his."

It was hard to believe my luck. Here was one of the sexiest women on the planet and she was being completely open about wanting to fuck me. And not just one sexy woman, two. A threesome, something I'd never had in my life before.

Tiffany got up and walked behind the sofa where I was sitting. She reached over and gently massaged my shoulders. Then she slowly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt. She slid her hands inside my shirt onto my chest. I could feel my nipples harden against the palms of her hands. Not to mention my cock was starting to harden too.

Michèle moved over and knelt in front of me and unbuckled my belt. At the same time Tiffany finished unbuttoning my shirt. In a moment, I too was down to my underwear. I was very conscious of my hard cock bulging against my briefs.

Michèle reached out, pulled out the waistband of my briefs and my cock sprang free. Michèle gasped. I'm not boasting but I have to admit I'm well endowed. I'm not just tall but I also have a big thick cock. Women are often intimidated by it.

"Wow," said Tiffany behind me. "That's quite a monster you've got there."

She moved around the sofa in front of me and came up behind Michèle. With one hand she reached behind Michèle and undid the clasp on her bra.

"Aren't they nice?" said Tiffany as she pulled Michèle's bra away.

Finally I got to see Michèle's wonderful breasts, large but nicely proportioned to her tall body, with deep pink nipples surrounded by lighter pink silver-dollar sized areolas. Tiffany reached around Michèle's body and started to stroke her nipples.

Tiffany then unbuttoned the man's shirt she was wearing and took it off. Her breasts were much smaller than Michèle's, nice and firm with pink pencil-eraser nipples. She was now almost naked, wearing just a small maroon thong.

"Let's see if we can get you even harder," Michèle said.

I though she would grab my cock but instead she turned around, reached out and took hold of the waist of Tiffany's thong. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she pulled it down. Gradually I got to see every man's dream, the naked pussy of Disney's superstar. She was waxed smooth, with pink labia clearly visible like the petals of an orchid between her fleshy lips. Tiffany moved her feet apart, bent her knees a little and spread her legs. Michèle was still kneeling so her face was at the level of Tiffany's crotch. As I watched she slowly pushed her tongue into Tiffany's slit. Of course I'd seen lesbian porn but I'd never before see two women having sex for real. It was gentle, feminine and sexy.

Tiffany moaned as Michèle's tongue moved back and forth in her pretty pink pussy. I think Tiffany was right and watching the little personal sex show they were putting on for me did make me even harder. I wondered whether I should join in but I figured at this point they just wanted me to be the audience. Tiffany reached down and put her hand on the back of Michèle's head, pulling her tighter against her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she absorbed the wonderful feelings obviously radiating from Michèle's tongue.

Michèle stood up and turned to face me. Tiffany slipped her thumbs into the waistband of Michèle's panties and slipped them off. She wasn't shaved, had sparse red-brown pubic hair although not enough to completely obscure the cleft of her sex. Tiffany reached around with one hand and gently caressed Michèle's pussy, slipping a finger into her deep slit. I could hear just how wet she was as Tiffany's finger moved back and forth.

"Now it's your turn," Michèle said to me.

The two girls knelt down in front of me. Tiffany reached out and grabbed the shaft of my cock, her small hand unable to completely circle it. Michèle leant forward and wrapped her lips around the head. Tiffany started to stroke my shaft as Michèle's tongue swirled around my cockhead. After a time the two swapped positions, Michèle taking my shaft and guiding it towards Tiffany's mouth. Then it was Michèle stroking my shaft as Tiffany's tongue circled around the sensitive rim of my knob.

Tiffany suddenly jumped up. She put one foot on the sofa on either side of me. She slowly squatted down as Michèle aimed my cock for her, guiding it between her lips and into her warm wet cunt. She was very tight and she had to pump up and down many times to work my huge cock into her body. Once I was completely buried inside her, Tiffany started to thrust her hips, unhurriedly fucking me.

Michèle stood up and stepped between Tiffany and me so that her pussy was just in front of my mouth. Tiffany plunged her tongue between Michèle's cheeks and started to lick her asshole as my tongue emerged and pushed in the furrow of Michèle's sex. I could feel the little hard point of her clit on the tip of my tongue. She reached down with both hands and spread the lips of her pussy to make it easier for me to lick her.

"Oh yes," she said, "don't stop doing that. You'll make me come."

I reached up between Michèle's legs and gently pushed a finger into her while I continued to caress her clit with my tongue. I could feel Tiffany's tongue against my finger as she licked around Michèle's asshole. I started to fuck Michèle's pussy in time with Tiffany's hip-thrusts on my cock. They were both really wet. Suddenly Michèle started to jerk her hips, thrusting her pussy hard against my mouth as an orgasm started to take over her body. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my finger as her climax hit.

When Michèle had come back down from her orgasm, she lifted herself off my cock. She held out her hand.

"Come on," she said, "we'll be more comfortable in the bedroom."

Tiffany led the way. By the time I entered the bedroom, Tiffany lay in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, almost obscenely, her hairless pussy a vertical pink gash through the untanned pale skin of her bikini bottoms. It was an invitation that I was happy to accept. I climbed up onto the bed and lay between her legs and started to lick her soft lips. But she wanted penetration. She pulled me up and we kissed. I could feel my cock nudging against her pussy. She reached down and positioned me in her entrance. I pushed forward. She was still tight, but it was easier to enter her than the first time.

I started to fuck her, slowly but firmly. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my body. I felt Michèle's fingers between my thighs, cupping my balls and gently stroking them as I thrust back and forth into the little blonde's cunt. Then I felt one of her fingers alongside my cock. She pushed into Tiffany's cunt. Tiffany was tight before but with an extra finger in her she was gripping my cock hard. I stopped moving for a moment to avoid coming too soon, but Michèle continued to finger-fuck Tiffany alongside my cock.

Michèle pulled her finger from Tiffany and moved up alongside her on the bed. She reached over and started to stroke Tiffany's clit as I continued to fuck her vigorously.

"Keep going, don't stop," Tiffany moaned to us. Michèle started to rub Tiffany's clit must harder and faster. I started to fuck her more roughly.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Tiffany cried as she started to climax. Her body went almost rigid, clamping down hard on my cock as her orgasm flooded her body with pleasure and joy.

I pulled out of her. Michèle spread her legs. She reached down and held her pussy open, clearly eager for my cock. I moved between her outspread thighs, positioned my knob in her opening and thrust forward hard, burying my thick cock in her wet, welcoming cunt. She gasped in pleasure and surprise at the explosive intrusion. Tiffany rolled over and started to lick the nipples Michèle's on Michèle's large breasts, gently nibbling on them with her perfect Hollywood teeth.

I was getting to the point that I couldn't hold off any more. The sight and excitement of two attractive women in front of me, offering me their bodies to do as I liked, was just too thrilling. I started fucking Michèle harder now. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me.

"I'm going to come," I said as I felt myself reach that point of no return.

"Come inside me," said Michèle.

"But save a drop for me," said Tiffany.

Michèle squeezed my cock with her cunt and then I was coming. I could feel the first warm jets pumped from my cock into her cunt. I pulled out and Tiffany wrapped her mouth around my cock and her tongue coaxed the rest of my release into the back of her throat.

The three of us collapsed onto the bed in a pile of sweaty bodies, arms and legs intertwined.

"Thank you," said Tiffany. She leaned over and kissed me. "That was quite something."

"It certainly was," I replied. It wasn't that long ago that I was checking into the hotel expecting nothing more exciting than an evening in front of the TV with a beer from the minibar. Instead I'd had the first threesome of my life with two of the sexiest women I'd ever managed to get the clothes off.

When I had my breath back I decided I'd better not overstay my welcome, generous thought it had been. I got up and pulled my clothes back on.

"I'll take you back to your room," said Michèle, pulling on her uniform but not bothering with any underwear. "You've probably forgotten where it was."

We were about to leave when Michèle picked up Tiffany's maroon thong from the floor of the living room. "Here," she said, tucking it into my jacket pocket. "A memento."

The next morning when I woke up I wondered for a moment if it had all been a dream. But there on the nightstand was Tiffany's tiny thong. I put it up to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of my unexpected evening of pleasure.

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