Guest Services: Captain
written by:
mcerotic

A fan requested another story in the "Guest Services" series, set in a hotel in Montreal. He even had the idea of the man being a pilot visiting Bombadier (who are indeed based there). There are four previous stories in the series but each one stands on its own, although if you are going to read them all it is probably slightly better to read them order.

Anyway, Michèle is back...

Michèle was in a café near the hotel where she worked in Montréal, catching up with her friend Isabelle.

"So how is your love life?" Isabelle asked.

Michèle laughed. "What love life? I haven't had a boyfriend for a couple of years."

"So who have you had then? You know...to satisfy...you know what I am trying to say. To satisfy your hunger, as it were."

"Sex you mean? I've not had sex for ages. I don't really."

"You don't have sex?"

"When I have a boyfriend, of course. But casual sex doesn't do it for me. You know I get hit on all the time but I always decline."

Michèle had known Isabelle since university. Isabelle was a petite blonde with a boyish figure and small breasts, a complete contrast to Michèle who was tall and curvy, with large breasts and brown hair. They had been drunk together many a time and had few secrets, no matter how intimate. Michèle knew which of Isabelle's lovers had big cocks and how she liked to have her clit licked and how often she masturbated.

"So you've not had sex outside of a relationship?" Isabelle said.

Michèle wondered how much to tell her. She had never talked to anyone about what she thought of as her ‘bets', her adventures with guests at the hotel.

"I've lost a few bets," Michèle said.

"Ooh, tell me more. What sort of bets?"

"You promise not to tell anyone else if I tell you?"

"Of course. But you have to tell me now, you've got me all intrigued."

"OK. So the first one was this American guy called Kirk. He asked me to go for a drink with him after I'd helped him get his computer onto the hotel network. I turned him down. So he made a deal with me: he bet me he could guess what sort of panties I was wearing. If he was right, I went for dinner with him. If he was wrong, he paid for me and a girlfriend to go for dinner. I was wearing a turquoise silk thong so it seemed unlikely he'd get it right so I took the bet."

"But he did get it right?"

"Sort of. He guessed I was wearing a green silk thong which was pretty close. What I hadn't considered was that I was going to have to show him to win the bet. I couldn't just tell him he was wrong. He made me undo my pants and open them up."

"Gosh, I bet the atmosphere in the room was tense."

"Totally. Then he sort of put his fingertips into my panties to feel what material they were made of. Of course I was...you know."

"Aroused?"

"That barely covers it. I was dripping."

"So you went for dinner with him?"

"Yes. I forget exactly what we talked about but it was pretty explicit sexually."

"Then he took you to bed?"

"No. Then I went home. But my body wouldn't quieten down. I tried...you know...doing myself. But it just made things worse. So I went back to the hotel. He opened the door naked."

"Wow. Was he hard?"

"Yes, very. He didn't say anything. He just lay down on his bed. So I fucked him. It wasn't like me at all. As I told you, I don't really do casual sex with men I don't know well."

"He certainly seemed to know how to get into your pants."

Michèle laughed. "Yes. He literally had his hand in my pants within five minutes of meeting him. So do you want to know about the second bet?"

"You know I do."

"So the second bet was a guy called Albert. He bet me that he could guess the day of the week on which I lost my virginity. It seemed like six chances out of seven he would be wrong. But he got it right."

"What day did you lose it?"

"Tuesday. Apparently it is the most common day."

"So you had sex with him?"

"No. The bet was just to go for dinner with him. But somehow we ended up in the restaurant bathroom with me sucking him off. And that was before dinner."

Isabelle laughed. "Talk about an amuse bouche."

"After dinner we went back to the hotel. He made me take him into the gym. It was closed. We left the lights off so the cameras couldn't see us. We were naked in the pool fucking when suddenly the lights came on. One of the young trainees, Gina, came in."

"How embarrassing. Did she tell on you?"

"No. Albert somehow persuaded her to get naked too. She was very pretty out of her uniform. He made me...you know."

"Kiss her?"

"Yes. But...well, not really kiss. Down there."

"That would have been fun to watch."

"You dirty girl."

"I think it would have been hot watching you do another girl like that. Was it your first time?"

"With another girl? Yes. Have you done it?"

"No. More than my share of boys but no girls. I'd be open to trying it though."

"Get me drunk and maybe I'll do you."

Isabelle laughed. "That would be so weird."

"In some ways it was a bit weird with Gina. I'd never seen another girl up close and personal like that. Never mind...you know...sticking my tongue in there. But since it was a bet night everything seemed normal. Of course Albert fucked her too. I think that must be the first time I'd watched two people fucking."

"I've never had a threesome so I don't think I've ever seen two people fucking. In real life, I mean. In pornos, obviously."

"You know Mike Tungsten?" Michèle asked.

"The rock start with the long tongue? Of course."

"And I bet you've imagined it."

Isabelle laughed. "By ‘it' I assume you mean having his tongue inside me."

"Exactly." Michèle paused for effect. "It's quite an experience."

Isabelle gasped. "You've done it with him?"

"Yes. It was the third bet. I went up to his room because they were making too much noise. He threw all the girls out so it was just him and me. I'm in my hotel uniform and he is stark naked. I told him he should fuck someone closer to his own age and he bet me that he was younger than me."

"And he was?"

"Actually we are the same age. But somehow it didn't matter. I knelt down in front of him and...you can guess."

"You sucked him."

"Yes. I sucked his cock. But then he lay me down on his bed and I got the full experience."

"His tongue inside you?"

"Exactly. It was amazing, unlike any boyfriend. I mean some guys are good at licking but they can't get inside like a squirming snake."

"It sounds amazing. Did it make you cum?"

"I orgasmed almost instantly, it was such an unusual feeling."

"And he fucked you afterwards, I assume?"

"Yes. Then next morning I ended up in his private plane with Gina, the trainee that Albert fucked in the swimming pool."

"And I'm assuming that everyone's clothes were soon on the floor."

"You assume right. You have never seen such a broad smile as was on Gina's face when she got to experience the tongue."

"I can imagine."

"He did us both in the ass too."

"Really? I've never let anyone do that. Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's intense. But not really painful if you don't rush at the beginning."

"Any more bets?"

"One more. But I'm not sure I should tell you. It is a bit too private."

"Oh come on, you know we don't have any inhibitions about telling each other the most intimate details."

"OK. So you know Tiffany?"

"Disney star Tiffany? Of course. Everyone knows her. Every man I've ever met wants to bed her."

"Quite a few women too."

"Right. I don't suppose I'd say no if I had the chance. So did you fuck her?"

"I had to go to her room to sort out some problem with her exercise equipment. She was in her exercise gear. I remember she had these really tight pink satin shorts on. They cut into her there. It was really embarrassing but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her crotch. It was as if I could see her...you know...through the material. It was odd. I'd never been attracted to a woman like that before. I so wanted to reach out and run my finger along the seam...along her slit."

"And did you?"

"Eventually yes. But after they had brought a new treadmill we were standing there. She could see the lust on my face, I guess, since she bet me I wouldn't dare to do anything."

"What did you do?"

"I kissed her. I'd never kissed a woman before. Well, like that. Then I finally got to run my finger along her shorts, along her slit."

"And she did nothing to stop you?"

"No. In fact she took her shorts off for me. So I got to touch it, the most famous vagina in the world."

"Wow. You do have some perks in your job. What's it like?"

"What?"

"Tiffany's pussy."

Michèle laughed. "It is like you'd expect a Disney princess's pussy to be. Waxed smooth as baby's bottom. Pretty labia like a flower. Princess pink colored, of course. Not too big, not too small."

"You make it sound really appetizing."

"It was a treat to lick it. Then she took me into her bedroom. It was her first time with a woman. She'd never had a threesome either."

"You guys had a threesome too?"

"Yes. I basically picked up another guest. I let him hit on me and instead of declining as usual I took him up to Tiffany's suite and we both had him."

"I'd like to try a threesome. I've just never had the nerve to try and organize it."

The alarm on Michèle's cell phone beeped. "Oh, I need to go to work."

"But it is Friday evening."

"Yes, but that is one of the busiest times in a hotel. Everyone coming for the weekend."

"Well, are we still on for a glass of wine tomorrow evening? I'll meet you at the hotel and then we can go from there."

Michèle was soon behind the reception desk helping to check guests in. She first noticed him in the line, tall, standing very straight, somehow different from the other people waiting. Then, a short while later, he was standing in front of her holding out his credit card.

She took his card and glanced at the name.

"Good evening Mr Robinson," she said.

"Actually it is Captain Robinson," he replied in an American accent. Of course, he was a military officer, she should have realized: the short hair, the very disciplined way he stood and moved his body. She looked back at him. Although Michèle was tall, especially in heels, he was taller. His blue eyes gazed back at her unwaveringly. Michèle felt a little flutter in her pussy. She was surprised, her pussy hadn't shown a lot of interest in any men recently. Her sensitive breasts and her even more sensitive clit were a delicacy reserved only for her own fingers, her almost daily orgasms enough to keep her body itching for more.

"So what brings you to Montréal?" Michèle said as she searched for his reservation on the computer.

"Bombadier Aerospace. Their headquarters are here. I have to visit them next week and I decided to have a weekend of pleasure first."

"I hope you will enjoy your stay."

"I guess it is your job to make sure I do."

"I'll certainly do whatever is necessary."

The man laughed. "I hope you mean that."

Michèle laughed. "That did sound rather...servile."

His blue eyes gazed back at her. "And are you?"

"What?"

"Servile. Submissive. As an air-force officer I'm used to my instructions being obeyed."

Michèle looked back at him. She wasn't sure if he was just making small-talk, teasing her or propositioning her. She decided she was imagining it. In fact, since she worked managing people all day, in her private life she did like someone to take command.

Michèle ran the plastic key-card through the machine to program it and put it into a cardboard envelope folder. She wrote his room number on the envelope.

"You are in room 1426," she said to him.

"You will take me to my room," he said.

He didn't say it as if he were asking her, but rather just a statement of fact as if he'd said that the weather was cold. She felt her nipples harden. Even though rationally she had too much to do that day, her pussy had ideas of its own and she could feel it hoping today would be the fifth bet. She walked around the reception desk.

"The elevators are this way."

"So Michèle..." he said, reading her name badge as the elevator doors closed.

"Yes, Captain." Michèle was amazed to hear those words come out of her mouth. It sounded so close to "yes master." She was conscious of his blue eyes again, watching her. He said nothing.

"We are going to the top floor," Michèle said, anxious to break the tension of the silence, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.

"Very appropriate for an air-force officer," he said. "As far off the ground as you can get."

The elevator doors opened and Michèle led him to his room. It never occurred to her that she should not follow him in, that decorum would require her to remain in the corridor. They stood there, looking at each other, not quite sure what the next move would be, or even if there would be one.

"How high up have you been?" he said.

"What do you mean? In a plane I suppose."

"No, I mean how high up have you done it. Have you done it up on this floor?"

Michèle couldn't believe that he was being so explicit. At least she assumed the by ‘done it' he was talking about sex. How high up had she had sex? She'd been with Tiffany on this floor in the penthouse suite, plus the guy she had picked up for their evening's fun. But then her mind flashed to Mike Tungsten's private jet and the threesome that she had had along with Gina. She'd ‘done it' at 30,000 feet.

The Captain watched her. It was as if he could read her mind, as if he knew she was recalling one of the most debauched days of her life.

"No," he said, "I bet you are in the mile-high club."

At the word ‘bet' Michèle felt her pussy flood with desire. She said nothing, she didn't need to. Somehow he already knew the answer. She looked down at the floor, afraid to look up and meet his gaze. She'd not really even made a bet but already she had lost it.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he continued.

"No Captain," Michèle replied.

"You will be here at noon tomorrow." Again he said it as if it were a statement of fact. It wasn't assertive enough to be an order, and he certainly wasn't asking her whether she had anything else on the following afternoon.

"Yes Captain."

"You can collect your panties then."

"I don't understand, Captain."

"You can have your panties back then. Because you are going to take them off now."

Despite the weirdness of the situation, being ordered to take off her panties by a man she had only just met, Michèle didn't even consider refusing.

"Yes Captain," she said.

She reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt. She smiled to herself when she realized she was wearing blue-green panties like that very first bet with Kirk. She pulled her panties down until they fell freely down to her ankles. She could sense his gaze, knew those blue eyes were inspecting the sparse curls of her pubic hair, knew he would be surprised, like everyone she went to bed with, at how red her hair was there compared to the hair on her head. She stepped out of her panties and pulled her skirt down. She bent down and picked up her panties.

"Put them on our bed," he said.

Michèle's pussy was ablaze when she realized he had said ‘our bed' not ‘my bed.' Half an hour ago it had been a normal day and now she knew that the following day she would fuck. It had been a long time since anything other than her own fingers had touched her pussy. She put her panties on the bed, smoothing them out neatly as if that were important.

"See you tomorrow," he said.

"Yes Captain."

She turned and left, half disappointed that nothing had happened that evening, but half preferring the sense of anticipation that she realized she would have to live with until the following lunch-time. She knew, without even being told, that she was not to wear any panties until she saw him again. That she would have to wear a skirt and was not allowed pants. Running a few errands around town the next morning she would have to do with her pussy exposed to the Canadian winter.

The next morning she woke early and lay in bed, in no hurry to get up. She slept naked so it was almost automatic that her hands crept up to her breasts as she thought what might happen later that day when she returned to meet the Captain at the hotel. She started to stroke and pull and pinch her nipples, feeling the little twinges of arousal that generated in her pussy. She spread her legs and lets one hand wander between her legs and just put light pressure on the fleshy lips of her pussy letting the arousal continue to build, feeling herself starting to get wet and slippery. She let her fingers spread the juice around her labia, teasing herself as her fingers worked deeper into her crack. Finally she let her fingertip touch her clit. Almost immediately she came, just the anticipation of that first touch was enough to get her there.

But she didn't stop as the heat of her orgasm faded. The finger stroking her clit started to go faster, the hand that had been playing with her breast slipped behind her leg and started to probe her asshole. Every time she got close to cumming she would back off, touch her clit a little more lightly, denying herself that final release, letting the tension build up again when she allowed herself to touch once more. Finally, as she fantasized about taking the Captain's cock into her body, she stroked herself harder and cried out as her long-postponed orgasm exploded inside her, flooding her pussy with wonderful feelings of ecstasy. Her hips bucked and thrust against her hand as her body was consumed with pleasure as she imagined the Captain's cock thrusting inside her.

She got up and showered. Then she chose her clothes carefully. No panties, of course, even though she wouldn't see the Captain until later. A black lace bra. A black wool turtleneck. A black wool hip-hugging skirt, a tan leather jacket, tan knee high leather high heel boots and a large black scarf. Despite all those clothes, without panties she still felt naked.

She had never been out around town without panties before. It felt as if everyone could tell, although she knew that wasn't really possible. The weather was very cold but there was no danger she would feel it, the glow that came from having no panties was keeping her warm on the inside. Gradually she got used to it and felt normal, but then every so often a breeze would remind her. She sat down in a coffee shop and looked around, wondering whether any of the other women in there were also pantiless. Then she thought a little about the upcoming afternoon. She could feel the moisture between her lips in a way she never would have with underwear. As she sipped her coffee she wondered what the Captain would have her do. Whatever it was she knew she would do it without question.

Finally it was time. She went down to the metro and soon was walking back into the hotel where she worked. A few minutes later the Captain was shutting the door to his room behind her. She stood there silently, awaiting the instructions that she knew would come.

"Take off your skirt."

She reached behind and undid the zipper. She slipped the skirt over her hips, lowered it and stepped out of it. She tossed it onto the bed. She was dressed normally above the waist, and wearing knee-high boots below, so somehow that focused everything on the area in between, where her sparse pubic hair didn't completely conceal her slit. She could feel wetness between her lips again, aware of the Captain's gaze inspecting her pussy like the day before.

"Kneel down."

She knelt on the floor in front of him. She expected him to order her to suck him, so she was surprised when instead he unwound the black scarf she was wearing. He put it over her eyes and tied it tightly. She was blindfolded and could see nothing.

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes as if they were waiting for something. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Room service," a man's voice said outside.

She heard the Captain go and open the door.

"Oh I'm sorry," said the voice, clearly a bit embarrassed. She guessed he had seen her kneeling on the floor, half-naked, blindfolded.

"It's OK," said the Captain. "Ignore her. Just put it all on the table there."

She hoped that whoever was bringing the room service wasn't someone who knew her well. With the blindfold covering part of her face she thought she probably couldn't be recognized but it was certainly risky. The door to the room shut again.

"Open your mouth," the Captain said.

Something was put in her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that it was shrimp. She swallowed it and opened her mouth again. This time it was something round. A grape. She bit into it, enjoying the spurt of acidic juice. Another shrimp, this time with some hot sauce. Blindfolded, eating such common food became a sensual, almost sexual, experience. An olive. Another grape.

She opened her mouth. Something big. She realized it was the Captain's cock, not yet fully hard. Her body shivered in excitement as she ran her tongue over the rim of his cockhead. She felt his cock swelling in her mouth as her tongue explored. He was becoming bigger and harder. She sensed her pussy all swollen and juicy, already prepared to welcome his cock later. Later, when the Captain decided to make use of that part of her body as she was sure he would.

She reached up with one hand and started to caress the Captain's balls. He seemed to be completely undressed. She was a bit frustrated with the blindfold because she'd like to see him. Admire his muscular body. Inspect the cock that was going to penetrate her. But for now she had to make do with exploring it with her tongue and fingers. He was circumcised. He was big. His balls were shaved. She reached down between her legs and collected some of her wetness on a fingertip. She went back to caressing his balls but this time let the slick fingertip slide further back until she was fingering his asshole. She was pleased to elicit a little groan from him.

She wrapped her other hand around the cock and started to stroke his shaft as her tongue continued to swirl around his knob. Suddenly his cock jerked in her mouth and she tasted the first spurt of his cum. As with the food earlier, the fact that she was blindfolded intensified the flavor. His cock jerked again and again as her mouth filled with his warm cream.

"Open your mouth," he said.

She opened her mouth wide, still full of his cum. He put something into her mouth. Another shrimp. She swallowed, savoring the novel flavor of shrimp with cock sauce. She felt a glass against her lips and took a sip. Champagne. Cum and Champagne, another novel flavor combination.

The Captain took her hand and guided her onto the bed. She lay on her back, still fully clothed from the waist up, still wearing her boots. She was a little surprised he hadn't made her undress completely. She had large breasts that usually men could not wait to get their hands on.

"Show me," he said.

She slowly parted her legs. Even behind the blindfold she could sense his gaze inspecting her pussy. She reached down with both hands and her fingers spread her fleshy outer lips revealing the inner pink folds, all juicy and wet and ready.

"I'm going to shave you," he said. "I like smooth lips."

He went and got some things from the bathroom. Again, behind the blindfold, everything was doubly sensitive. He put shaving soap on her pussy with a shaving brush. It was as if she could feel every bristle. Then the sharp steel edge of the razor, first sliding over the outside of each of her plump lips. Fingers opened her pussy up so that the razor could slide up the inner edge of each lip. Then she held her breath as the razor slid around the top of her slit near her clit. She wondered if he was going to remove all her hair and was pleased when he seemed to leave everything at the base of her belly above the top of her slit. In the darkness behind her blindfold she could imagine what she now looked like, her pussy lips now smooth and hairless like when she was a little girl. A warm washcloth wiped her pussy clean.

She groaned when the washcloth was almost immediately replaced with his tongue. He was pushing into her opening, sliding up and down in the cleft, tickling her inner labia, teasing her clit. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and just savored all the wonderful feelings radiating out from her pussy.

He seemed to know exactly how her pussy liked to be touched. In no time she was moaning and squirming as his tongue was everywhere. She felt a finger at her opening. She was already very wet and her body put up no resistance at all when he pushed his finger inside her. He pulled out and then pushed forward with two fingers, nice and tight in her cunt. He started to slip his fingers back and forth in and out of her body, generating lovely feelings as she felt herself being pumped full of arousal.

"You can't cum without permission," he said.

"Yes Captain."

Despite saying ‘yes' she had no idea if she'd be able to do it. Once she got close to orgasm it just happened. Sometimes she even came unexpectedly, an orgasm out of nowhere, if the anticipation of something was intense enough. The first time a boy put his hand in her panties she came on the spot, he'd hardly even touched her pussy.

His tongue started to caress her clit as his fingers gently stroked her insides. She was close to cumming. She started trying to hold off her orgasm although she wasn't really sure how to do it. But it was no good. Her climax burst inside her like a firework and she was moaning loudly, her hips making little thrusting motions against his mouth and fingers as her body quivered with delight. She pushed all thoughts of punishment from her mind as she was taking delight in the wonderful feelings in her pulsing pussy. Pleasure now, punishment later.

"You came without permission."

"Sorry Captain."

"Saying ‘sorry' is not enough. Your nipples will actually be sorry. Sit up and take off your clothes."

Michèle sat up on the bed, took off her jacket and pulled the turtleneck over her head being careful not to displace the blindfold. She reached behind and unclipped her bra. Now she was naked except for her leather boots.

"Beautiful breasts," he said.

"Thank you Captain."

She felt something cold and metallic on one of her nipples. Presumably some sort of nipple clamp. Then a second one on the other nipple. They were not painful, just tight enough to stop them falling off. She knew that they would soon be tighter, would soon truly hurt. She had very sensitive nipples, so sensitive that she could sometimes orgasm just from having her nipples played with. Or playing with them herself.

The clamps on her nipples were tightened. They went from being slightly uncomfortable to sore. Not yet unbearable, just a little taste of what was to come. More like wiggling a loose tooth. Slightly painful but surprisingly enjoyable. It was as if her nipples were connected to her clit. A little tremor of excitement shot down her belly to her pussy.

"Lie on your back," he said.

She lay down. Without being asked she spread her legs wide. She had no idea what he intended but giving him full access to her pussy was probably a good idea. With the blindfold she wasn't really sure what was going on but she sort of sensed his body move over hers. She could feel his cock barely touching her pussy lips.

Suddenly he thrust into her hard. At the same time the clamps on her nipples were ratcheted up another level of tightness. She screamed, more in surprise than anything else. The metal clips on her nipples were painful but nowhere close to unbearable. The excitement from the nipple clamps combined with the instant feeling of fullness as his cock drove into her flooded her whole body with arousal. She was instantly close to orgasm, breathing heavily and noisily, thrusting her hips up greedily.

He started to fuck her. As he did so he kept gradually tightening the nipple clamps. They went from the nice loose tooth type pain to a much sharper and intense pain. She tried to overlook the throbbing in her nipples and focus on the lovely feelings in her pussy but the clamps were too tight and her sensitive nipples were impossible to ignore.

She spread her legs wider and pulled her knees up as if she were trying to suck his cock even deeper into her body. In that position each thrust seemed to drive her arousal a little higher. She squealed when he suddenly tightened the clamps again. It was as if her nipples had just been stung by a pair of bees. Surprisingly, even though her nipples were excruciating, it was the final morsel of arousal her body needed.

She heard herself cry out as if it was somebody else. Her orgasm burst through her body. Her nipples were screaming with pain but her pussy was throbbing with delight. She curled up her toes as her climax seemed to consume her whole body, from her scalp down to her feet. She was moaning and crying, her body a strange mixture of joy and agony, honey and vinegar. She felt her eyes flood with tears just as she felt her pussy flood with the juices of her passion. Her hips were bucking underneath the Captain's cock as if she was having a fit.

After her orgasm, she lay there limply, getting her breath back. He pulled out of her although she didn't think he had yet cum himself. The pain in her nipples had subsided, or perhaps just her body had got accustomed to it. She felt him loosen the nipple clamps and remove them. But instead of the pain going away completely, the blood rushing back into her nipples made them hurt once more. She felt his mouth on one nipple. Then he bit her. Just as with the clamps, it was painful but it also fired a shot of arousal straight into her pussy. He attacked her nipples, kissing them, licking them and then, when she wasn't expecting it, biting them. At the same time he was fingering her clit, masturbating her hard and fast. She was sighing and moaning and getting close to another orgasm already.

She reached over with one hand, feeling the Captain's body, until she grasped his hard cock. She slowly stroked him as he fingered her and attacked her nipples. She had another small orgasm, just a few palpitations in her pussy while her body glowed warmly.

He moved back between her legs and re-entered her. He started to pump his cock hard, almost pulling out of her before thrusting vigorously back deep inside. After a few long thrusts, he pushed deep into her and almost stopped moving. His cock jerked. She could feel his cum deep inside her as he emptied his body into her cunt. She moved her hips, milking him until he was empty and his cock started to soften.

He bent forward and kissed her for the first time. She felt his hand at the back of her head and the blindfold was removed. Finally she got to see her naked Captain. He pulled out of her and she glanced down at his cock, still half hard, coated in a sheen of his cum and her pussy juice.

She fell asleep. When she awoke she had a brief moment when she couldn't remember where she was. Then it call came back: the blindfold, being shaved, the nipple clamps, the first time she had been fucked for a long time. The Captain was dressed and sitting in the one armchair in the room.

"You may have a shower and get dressed," he said.

"Thank you Captain."

She had a quick shower and then put her clothes back on. She could see her panties on the desk but she hoped it was too soon to put them back on. Because she also hoped that the captain still had plans for those parts of her body her panties normally would cover.

The two of them went down to one of the bars in the hotel. It was odd sitting there chatting casually. They were both aware that something was going to happen. She was especially conscious of it, since her hairless pussy kept reminding her that she was not wearing any panties.

"I want to see your ass," he suddenly said.

"You mean...bare?"

"Yes. So obviously not here in the bar. Take me somewhere you can show me."

She got up and led him through an unmarked door. They went through a second door and were in one of the passages that linked the kitchens to the ballrooms, places where hotel guests never go but which make the operation function. There was nobody in the passage and she hoped it was not in use that afternoon. They could hear people close by in the kitchen, just an unlocked door between them and discovery.

She pulled her skirt up around her waist once more, and turned to face away from him. She bent over a little so that her ass was nicely on view. She moved her feet apart a little. She knew her pussy would also be on show, peeping between her thighs.

"You have a wonderful ass Michèle," he said.

"Thank you Captain."

"I want it now."

"You want to...to do me anally Captain?"

"Have you been fucked in the ass before?"

"A few times Captain."

She rarely had anal sex. She never did with boyfriends since it seemed too unromantic, too like being in a porn movie. Plus, with a man she was emotionally involved with, she tended to orgasm immediately and the muscles in her ass were so powerful they would hurt her lover. The last time her ass entertained a cock was in Mike Tungsten's plane. That was already like being in a porn movie so it seemed appropriate.

"Do you want to try it now?"

"I want whatever you want Captain."

She bent right over at the hips and moved her feet as wide as the narrow corridor would allow. She reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She knew her little asshole would be completely exposed. She heard him undo the zipper on his pants. She jerked a little in surprise when he pushed a finger into her cunt for some lubrication, and then rubbed the rough pucker of her asshole. When it was slick with her juice he pushed the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscle. He worked more of his finger into her until it started to move more easily.

She felt the head of his cock in the opening to her vagina, moving around, gathering a sheen of her juice. Her body ached for him to push forward, to slide into her there, but she knew that was not his desire right then. He wanted her other, tighter, more extreme hole.

His cock slid out of her pussy and up until it was resting against her asshole. She pushed back as he pushed forward. As always when first entered there, it was extreme, on the borderline of being painful. She let out a long groan as he forced himself into her, making her body yield and admit him. She could feel his cockhead distending her asshole as he pressed forcefully forward.

She reached down with one hand and started to masturbate herself, rubbing her juices all over her clit. Somehow the distraction of arousal took her mind off the intensity of the stretching of her asshole. The Captain pulled back and thrust forward again, each time working a little more of his long hard cock into her body.

Gradually her body relaxed as her asshole got accustomed to the invasion and he started to move more easily within her. He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her, long strokes, slowly but firmly. Her finger coaxed lovely sensations of sexuality from her clit. She was at that point that anal sex went from being on the limit of what she could take, not really pleasant, to where it suddenly became enjoyable, and all the more enjoyable for being so extreme. She started to sigh and moan with pleasure.

As was often the case with anal sex, her orgasm was almost a surprise. One moment she was just aroused a little, and the next moment she climaxed. She did her best to keep her mouth shut so that she only grunted like an animal rather than screamed noisily. Her pussy contracted powerfully. She heard him grunt in surprise too as her asshole squeezed his cock hard. The heat of her orgasm spread through her whole body from between her legs.

He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her harder and faster. He pulled out of her ass. Without being asked, she spun around and squatted down. She wrapped her mouth around his cock. He stroked himself a couple of times and then he spurted into her mouth, blasting jet after jet down her throat. Once he was finished, she swallowed and licked him clean.

The Captain did up his zipper, she smoothed down her skirt. The two of them casually wandered back into the bar and sat down in front of their unfinished drinks.

"It's really cold in Montréal," he said, the casual remark a complete contrast to the fact that he was fucking her in her ass just a minute or two before.

"Especially with no panties," she said quietly.

Michèle looked up and was surprised to see Isabelle walking towards her. She had completely forgotten that they were meant to be going for a glass of wine together. Once it had turned out to be a bet day, then all other thoughts were forgotten.

"Hi Isabelle," she said. "This is the Captain."

"Pleased to meet you," he said formally.

"The Captain made a bet with me," Michèle said, hoping that Isabelle would get the implications immediately.

"Like with...one of those sorts of bets?"

"Yes."

"Is she your lover?" the Captain said to Michèle.

Isabelle looked really surprised, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"No Captain," Michèle replied.

"Pity. I'd like to watch you together."

"Did you mean what you said yesterday?" Michèle said to Isabelle.

"What did I say?"

"Wanting to try a girl. Wanting to watch. Wanting a threesome."

"I suppose."

"Come with me." Michèle grabbed Isabelle's hand and pulled her to her feet. The Captain followed them out of the bar to the elevator. In a moment the three of them were in the Captain's hotel room.

The Captain sat down in the armchair.

"Take your skirt off again," he said.

Michèle unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Isabelle was clearly surprised that Michèle was not wearing any panties so that she got to see her pussy for the first time ever.

"Strip her."

"Yes Captain."

Michèle grabbed the hem of Isabelle's sweater and pulled it up and then reached behind her and undid her bra. She pulled the bra away revealing Isabelle's small firm breasts. She undid the brass button on her jeans and slid down the zipper. Isabelle stood there in just a pair of plain white panties. They had been friends for a long time but never been naked together, let alone what they both knew was about to happen. Michèle hooked her thumbs into Isabelle's panties and slid them over her ass and let them fall to the floor.

"Lick her."

"Yes Captain."

Michèle guided Isabelle to the bed. She lay back, her legs tightly together.

"This is bizarre," Isabelle whispered.

"Don't overthink it. Spread your legs."

"I'm too shy."

But Isabelle parted her thighs and Michèle got to see her friend's pussy for the first time. She was shaved and had neat little pink labia that peeked out between her outer lips.

"You've got a Disney princess's pussy."

She lowered her mouth and lightly ran her tongue over Isabelle's little lips. Isabelle let out a little sigh of contentment. Michèle used her fingertips to spread Isabelle's pussy open wider, revealing all the pinkness within. She pushed the tip of her tongue into her opening.

"Oh my god," Isabelle moaned as Michèle's tongue explored all the folds of her sex. "You are nothing like a guy."

Michèle hadn't licked a lot of girls, just Gina and Tiffany. But she had a pussy of her own so she had a pretty good idea of what felt good. She could see the tiny button of Isabelle's clit and she used just the tip of her tongue to nudge it, tease it, tickle it. She was obviously doing something right since Isabelle was moaning "oh yes, yes, oh fuck yes."

Michèle had forgotten about the Captain watching them, she was totally in the moment licking her friend. She moved a finger and tentatively probed for Isabelle's entrance. She didn't want to hurt her and she didn't have enough experience to know exactly where and how hard to push. She found the opening and slipped a finger inside. Isabelle moaned again in approval.

Michèle experimented, trying to discover the ideal combination of clit-licking and finger-fucking that would drive Isabelle insane. It was pretty obvious once she got the rhythm perfect. Isabelle was moaning "fuck yes, don't stop" which is girl-speak for you are doing it right. She knew Isabelle was close to cumming. She just had to keep doing what she was going. "Fuck" Isabelle moaned in a long wail as her orgasm hit. Michèle kept teasing her clit with her tongue and her insides with her finger. Michèle could feel her orgasm as her cunt clenched on her finger, her hips pushed her clit into her mouth, she mouthed even more obscenities. "Fuck you know how to do that," she moaned as her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

"My turn now," the Captain said.

Michèle moved to the side, leaving Isabelle's sex exposed. Michèle grasped his cock and guided it so the head was positioned in her entrance. He roughly thrust his hips forward. Isabelle was still half out-of-it from her orgasm so was totally surprised to feel a cock ram into her hard. She gasped. Michèle reached over and tenderly stroked one of her breasts as the Captain started to fuck her roughly. She pinched one of Isabelle's tiny nipples and was rewarded with a little moan.

Isabelle was totally lost in arousal as the two of them fucked her. She'd come to the hotel for a glass of wine with Michèle and now here she was, legs spread wide, having her first threesome, and her first experience with another woman.

Michèle moved off the bed behind the Captain. She stroked his smooth balls and rubbed his asshole with her thumb. She knew he wouldn't last a long time. Having him see him climax a few times already she could tell when he was close.

The Captain pulled out of Isabelle just before he came. Michèle grasped his cock and pumped him. Thick ropes of white cum shot out all over Isabelle's body, across her belly, up between her little breasts. When his cock stopped jerking, Michèle bent down and sucked the final few drops from him. Then she bent down and ran her tongue all over Isabelle's body, cleaning up the sticky cream and taking the opportunity to kiss and nibble her rock-hard nipples.

"Make her do you,"

"Yes Captain."

Michèle rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Isabelle rolled onto her front between her legs. Michèle grabbed Isabelle's hair and guided her closer. She knew it was Isabelle's first time licking a pussy, probably the first time she'd even seen one at close range like that. She suspected, correctly, that she would be reluctant.

"Oh shit, I don't know if I can do it," Isabelle said quietly.

Michèle just pushed her hips up and pulled Isabelle's hair down until her pussy was pressed against her mouth and she didn't really have much choice.

"Good girl," she sighed as she finally felt Isabelle's tongue tentatively pressed into the cleft of her sex, tasting her, exploring her. Plus, of course, turning Michèle on.

"Just there," Michèle sighed when Isabelle's tongue ran over it. She moved her hips back and forth a little, setting the rhythm that she was being licked to. The fact that Isabelle had never done it before seemed to make it even more exciting, as if Isabelle was being trained, which in a way she was.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Finger me too."

She felt Isabelle's finger probing between her outer lips trying to find the entrance to her vagina. Michèle groaned as finally she felt a finger slide into the warm wet depths of her cunt. The Captain moved onto the bed too. Without being ordered, Michèle opened her mouth and received his cock. Soon he was hard again.

"Bend her over the edge of the bed."

"Yes Captain," Michèle said.

She pushed Isabelle down the bed until she was standing on the floor with her hips at the end of the bed, her breasts pressed onto the mattress. Michèle moved and sat on Isabelle's body so that she couldn't really move. She reached forward and spread Isabelle's ass cheeks. She could see the tiny tight hole that she was certain the Captain wanted to try, a little virgin asshole that had never been entered by a cock.

Michèle watched as the Captain's cock approached the little brown pucker. Isabelle struggled a little when his cock contacted her body there and she realized what was going to happen. The Captain pushed and Michèle watched as Isabelle's asshole distended to admit his cock. Isabelle let out a long groan as his cockhead slowly vanished into her body.

"Oh fuck that's intense," Isabelle moaned.

Once his cock was mostly in her ass, Michèle got up off Isabelle. She went behind the Captain, reached between his legs and pushed two fingers into her cunt. As the Captain fucked her asshole, Michèle finger-fucked her pussy. Isabelle was moaning and groaning, her crotch on fire with both holes getting attention.

Suddenly Isabelle's pussy squeezed Michèle's fingers tightly as a small orgasm hit her.

"Oh shit I'm cumming, don't stop."

Michèle continued to slip her fingers back and forth inside her friend's pussy as she felt it flood with pleasure. Only when the climax was completely over did she remove her fingers. She then took a finger, slick with Isabelle's juices, and rubbed it on the Captain's asshole. She pushed a little harder and slipped a finger into him. He was fucking harder and faster now. He let out a long groan as he came, pumping cum deep into Isabelle's rectum as Michèle fingered his own ass.

The Captain went to the bathroom and Isabelle rolled onto the bed. Michèle took off her jacket, peeled off her sweatshirt and undid her bra. Now she was naked too as she joined Isabelle on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her on the mouth.

"How was it?" she said.

"Thrilling. Intense. Especially taking it in the ass. But I can see why you like to do it."

"Your next lover is going to have fun in there."

"Haha, probably. Licking you was pretty intense too."

"It is odd the first time, isn't it?"

"Yes, when your pussy was right there in front of me just inches away. It was a bit like seeing a nature documentary on TV."

"The labia minora surround the entrance to the vagina," Michèle said in that very deliberate tone that nature show commentaries seem to adopt.

"The girl licks the other girl's clitoris as a gesture of courtship."

"Do you want to do it again? Not now, another time. Just you and me."

"I thought we had no secrets before. But somehow...let's say it is another level of intimacy."

"It certainly is."

"So who is the Captain?"

"I don't know. Just a guest at the hotel."

"What did he bet you?"

"That I was in the mile-high club. I'd had sex on a plane."

"And you have. With Mike Tungsten."

"The Captain told me to come back today. And he told me to take my panties off while he watched."

"Oh wow. And you did?"

"Of course. When I lose that sort of bet I always do as I'm told."

"It has been an adventure. I thought I was just having a glass of wine with you. Not having sex with you."

The Captain came out of the bathroom.

"Are you working tomorrow, Sunday?" he asked.

"No Captain," Michèle said.

"You will be here at noon."

"Yes Captain," both women said.

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