Guest Services: Becca
written by:
mcerotic

If you have access to the archive, you might want to read some of the previous Guest Services stories in all of which which Michèle appears. Plus you might want to read Pandora's Box/i> and Pandora's Toy in which Pandora, Tom, Juliet, Becca and I first appear.

When I wrote Pandora's Toy, the original story in which Becca appears, I gave her the backstory of having an audition with Cirque du Soleil who have half-a-dozen shows in Las Vegas. That meant that in the middle of the story, she moved to Montréal where Cirque du Soleil has their headquarters. The moment I typed the name of the city, I knew I would have to write this story, even though I knew only that there would be a bet, and that Michèle and Becca had to get together. If you've read the earlier stories, just the title of this story would tell you that much, so I'm not giving anything away.

This story is for muffdiver53. He (I assume he's a guy) gets itchy if nobody visits Michèle in Montréal for too long.

I've made this story standalone so even if you haven't read the other stories, you'll enjoy this one anyway. But you'll probably enjoy it more if you know where all the characters are coming from.

I was lying in bed with my wife Juliet, half-asleep. My phone beeped with an incoming text message. It was still dark. I reached over and picked up my phone and glanced at it, expecting to find that my car insurance was due or something.

"i passed!!!!"

It was from Becca. She had been in Montréal for training with Cirque du Soleil, but it was also a sort of exam. She had to get through the course successfully before they would actually assign her to a show. So it was a big deal.

Becca was the girl that Pandora and I had picked up in a bar in Las Vegas. We got her up to our room, got her half-naked into the hot tub, and then fully naked into our bed. Then the four of us, my wife Juliet and I, and Pandora and her husband Tom, had invited her for a weekend where she would be our toy, the center of attention for 48 hours. When I dropped her off at the airport for her flight back to Montréal, I half expected that I'd never see her again.

"we're coming to vegas" I replied.

"not vegas. montreal. i'm going to be in the show here"

"when should we visit?"

"i've a month training with the show. then finally i get on stage"

"so maybe 2 months time?"

"i can't wait to see you all. especially you"

"why especially me?"

"you are the toy master"

"lol you do what i say"

"i do. but so do they"

"have you had lots of casual sex with other cirque trainees"

"(blushing)"

"lol. i take that as a yes"

Juliet rolled over and opened her eyes. She saw me sitting up in bed typing with my thumbs.

"Who are you texting?" she asked me.

"Becca. She passed her final exam or whatever they call it. She'll be in a show in a month."

"So are we going to Vegas to see her?"

"Montréal. She got assigned to the show there."

Juliet reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock.

"You're rock hard," she said. "You can't wait to fuck Becca again."

She ducked under the covers and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelop my cockhead. She lifted her head off for a moment.

"You're allowed to imagine it's her sucking you. You probably will anyway."

Her lips encircled my shaft as her tongue caressed that most sensitive spot on the underside. I felt her fingers cradling my balls as she started to move her head up and down my cock. Gradually she took me deeper into her mouth until I was hitting the back of her throat. The fingers caressing my balls moved lower and a single finger started to rub my asshole, making little tiny circles, gradually opening me up until the tip could slip inside.

Of course, I imagined it was Becca. Her mouth, her fingers. I remembered her tight body. She was built like a gymnast, not tall, small breasts, fairly boyish figure. She had dark hair that she always kept in a ponytail. She was shaved, her sex a deep slit from the front, fleshy lips with the little pink petals peeking through when her legs were spread. Her asshole was a little brown asterisk where I had been her first visitor that night in Vegas.

My wife had gone down on me so fast that my phone was still in my hand. On the spur of the moment, I texted Becca again.

"juliet is sucking me"

"not pandora?"

"maybe later"

"lol i'm in bed with a guy too. he's asleep"

"hot body acrobat?"

"yeah"

"big?"

"nice size. he's not tom haha"

"nobody is tom"

Juliet's lips and fingers were working their magic. Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock now, her finger slipping in and out of my ass. I was close.

"i'm cumming," I typed. But I held off on touching send.

As Juliet coaxed that first marvelous spurt of cum from my cock, I touched the screen. I put the phone down and enjoyed the feel as my wife worked my orgasm through from start to finish, and I filled her mouth up with jism. Finally, she came back up from under the bedcovers and lay beside me.

"How was she?" she said. She knew me well enough to know that I'd have taken her up on her offer to imagine it was Becca.

"She was good. Do you mind?"

"That you imagined it was her? No, I told you that you could. I imagine her sometimes too."

"When you touch?"

"Yes."

"When Tom hasn't given you a fantasy to do?"

Tom, Pandora's husband, would often tell my wife what she had to fantasize about. She would complain that she didn't even get to choose her own fantasies any more, but actually she loved it. It would always be a fantasy about what Tom would do to her. It would always start out innocently with something. He'd invite her to go for a pizza, say. Then, a few days later, he'd invite her to go for a pizza for real and Juliet would practically orgasm on the spot. The two of them would go off and do whatever the fantasy turned into. I'd usually go over to Pandora's so that Tom and Juliet had a bed to come back to. They could be together until the morning.

I picked my phone up and glanced at it. "you tease" Becca had texted. I don't think she believed I would be texting her while I was cumming, even though it had been true.

Over the next few weeks, Becca and I exchanged texts and we decided on which weekend we would visit.

I booked two rooms at a good hotel. I could have crammed us all into one room with two queen beds, but I knew Becca would be the center of attention for us all, and it seemed like it would be too overwhelming for all four of us to be there all the time. When I was making the reservations, I had to give the names of course. I decided to be a little bit naughty. I put one room in Pandora and my names, and the other in Tom and Juliet's names. When we checked in, the receptionist would assume we were two married couples. And we were, just not in the way she would think. At the last minute, in case we got delayed, I added Becca's name—actually I was formal and put Rebecca—to Pandora and my room.

When that Friday came, the weather did not cooperate. There was a big storm that almost closed the airport. We waited until it got late, watching our flight becoming more and more delayed, before finally they canceled it.

"flight canceled. we can't be there this evening" I texted Becca

"oh no. will you be here tomorrow?"

"we should be. they rebooked us"

"the show finished an hour ago. i'm already on my way to the hotel"

"your name is on the reservation. so you can check in"

"k"

**

Michèle was at reception. As the guest services manager of the hotel she had a lot of different responsibilities, but Friday night at reception was the busiest time of the week, when all the guests who would be staying for the weekend arrived. It was getting late and the worst of the rush was over. She was thinking about going home.

A girl approached the reception. She was petite. Slim and athletic. Not exactly flat-chested but not much in the way of breasts. She moved her body in a very self-aware way. Michèle didn't have sex very often, and when she did it was almost always with men. She'd been with three women in her life. Gina, an intern at the hotel. Tiffany, yes, that Tiffany, the famous one. Fabienne, another hotel employee who had risked getting fired for her own tryst with Tiffany. Something about this girl, though, created an unexpected and unwanted flutter of interest between her legs.

"Good evening," Michèle said.

"Good evening," the girl said. "I'm Becca." She said her last name but it sounded weird.

"How do you spell that?"

The girl spelled it out.

"Is that Polish?"

"Yes. My great-grandfather was Polish. Nobody ever has clue how to spell it."

Michèle typed on the computer, but the name didn't appear. She tried a couple of other things but nothing worked.

"I can't find the reservation," she said.

"I bet you it's there. Just misspelled."

The mention of a bet made Michèle's pussy spasm. Every adventure she'd ever had with a guest had started with a bet. Sometimes something significant, whether she'd dare to touch Tiffany's pussy. And sometimes something trivial, like the day of the week she first had sex. She had a premonition that if she found the reservation, the girl won the bet, and something would happen. She had no idea what, but her body was already anticipating it.

"If you win the bet, you get a room," Michèle said.

"And if I lose the bet, and it's not there, I'm out on the street? Or I'll have to go back to my Cirque du Soleil dorm."

"You'll have to sleep on my sofa." Michèle couldn't believe she'd said that. She'd listened to herself saying it as if it was someone else.

"Now I don't know if I want to win or lose," the girl said. "My friends' flight got canceled so I'm on my own even if I get a room. Your sofa comes with company."

"If you win, I'll buy you a drink too, thenMi. Your name is Becca, right? Is that Polish too?"

The girl laughed. "No. It's just short for Rebecca."

Michèle tried spelling it out in full and this time the computer came up with it.

"Ah, here it is," she said. "Your last name is totally mangled. Whoever entered the reservation totally muddled it."

"Well, a friend of mine made the reservation. He may not even have got it right if he was asked to spell it out. Even I had trouble with it when I was a little girl."

Michèle made three card keys and passed them to the girl, Becca. Then she reached into a drawer and found a free drink voucher and gave it to her. She passed it over.

"That's disappointing," Becca said. "I thought buying me a drink meant you'd come and keep me company too."

It only took Michèle a few seconds to decide to do it, even though she knew she'd be playing with fire.

"I was about to go home. But I'll stay and have a drink with you before I do. My apartment will not have a..."

Michèle stopped herself in time. She was about to say that there wouldn't be a cute girl sleeping on her sofa. Apart from being unprofessional, she didn't want complications. She rarely had sex despite men circling around her like flies to honey. She preferred the quiet simplicity of being on her own.

"Well, it won't have me," Becca said, breaking the embarrassing silence. "I'll take my case to my room and meet you in the bar?"

"OK. Let's go to the one on the top floor. I'll meet you there. I'll look different."

Becca laughed. "I can't wait to see. Tiger striped body suit? A pink wig?"

"Hey, it's you that works for the Cirque, not me."

Becca went off toward the elevator. Michèle went to the staff locker room and changed back into her street clothes. She was off duty, but if she went to the bar in her uniform, guests would approach her anyway. Best to blend in.

She pulled on her jeans and a sweater. Then she put on the comfortable running shoes that she normally wore to walk to the subway. It was a relief to get out of the heels she'd been wearing all day. When she got to the bar, Becca was already sitting there looking at the cocktail menu.

"I'll try your Sazerac," she said to the bartender once Michèle arrived.

"I'll have a coke," Michèle said.

"No you won't. You'll have at least a glass of white wine."

Michèle looked at her in surprise.

"Really?"

Becca smiled. Somehow she had a sweet smile that melted Michèle. She wasn't much of a drinker and even more rarely drank at the hotel. But she was off duty, on her way home. And Becca was right, she'd actually like a drink.

"If you're going to drink with me," Becca said, "at least do it properly."

"Okay. Order something for me then. I'm a bit clueless about cocktails."

"Let's stick with New Orleans. She'll have a Vieux Carré."

The bartender made the two drinks and put them on the bar in front of them. Becca picked her drink up and wandered over to an empty table. Michèle followed her. Maybe it was because she worked in show-business, but Becca seemed to be very self-confident, especially for her age. She must have been ten or fifteen years younger than Michèle.

"So how did you get to Cirque du Soleil?" Michèle asked, by way of making conversation.

"I got dumped by my boyfriend. Apparently my boobs weren't big enough."

"Mine are too big. Sure, guys notice them. But for everything else, I wish they were smaller."

Becca laughed. "I guess we're all unhappy with what we got blessed with. As it turned out, small ones are perfect for me. You can't really be a gymnast or an acrobat with big ones like yours. You'd be too tall as well."

"I like being tall. It would be tough being a manager if all your subordinates towered over you."

"What do you do at the hotel? You have a different uniform from the other women at reception. You're their manager?"

"Yes. I'm the guest services manager. Reception is just a small part of it, but on Friday nights it's where the problems tend to crop up."

"Yes. Like not being able to find a reservation."

Michèle laughed. "Indeed. And then you have to go for a drink with her to make sure she's satisfied."

"I'm glad you did. Sorry if you felt I made you do it."

"No. I'm teasing you. I'd have just gone home and watched TV for a bit. I've never met someone who worked at Cirque du Soleil before. I suppose they don't stay in the hotel much since they live here."

"Or in Vegas. Or on the road."

"Where do you live?"

"They have a sort of dormitory building with lots of tiny apartments. I live there for now. How about you?"

"On the Plateau."

"That's pretty close, right? I've only been here a few months."

"Yes. I can walk there, although I usually take the metro. So how did being dumped lead to your job?"

"I decided it was time to move city, change jobs, start afresh. I saw an ad for auditions in Vegas. Living in Vegas seemed fun, so I applied. I got the job, but they assigned me to the show here, not one of the ones in Vegas."

"So you have to slum it in Montréal."

"It's a fun city. Except I feel like an idiot since I don't speak French."

"You should get a French boyfriend. You'll learn in no time."

"I suppose. I'm not really motivated to find one though."

"That sounds very mysterious."

"Not really. Lean closer. I don't want to tell the whole bar."

Michèle leant forward. "I'm going to be a bit evasive," Becca said quietly. "So I don't embarrass myself. Plus I don't know you. But I live in a room in a dormitory. With a large selection of the most athletic and hottest men you can imagine. You can guess the rest."

"Ah. I understand."

"How about you? Do you have a boyfriend? Or do you...like me?"

"No boyfriend. And I don't really do drive-by sex."

"Sounds like you don't do sex much at all then."

"It's been a long time. Longer than you, for sure."

Becca laughed. "I've not...since about 11 this morning."

Michèle thought back, wondering when the last time she had sex was. For sure it was one of the times she lost a bet. She realized it was Tiffany and her photographer friend. And Fabienne. She and Owen had seduced each other. Then, unexpectedly, Fabienne showed up too.

"Tell me about your last time," Becca asked.

"What? Why?"

"I told you an intimate secret. Now it's your turn."

"It's pretty out there."

"Now I'm really intrigued. You have to tell me now."

"Go and get us a couple more drinks."

Becca walked over to the bar. She talked a little to the bartender. A couple of minutes later she wandered back to the table with two new cocktails. Michèle took a big sip. She needed the courage that came from the alcohol if she was going to reveal her story.

"You must never tell anyone."

"I promise," Becca said.

"You know Tiffany?"

"Not personally. I know who she is, of course. I may be in show-business but I'm just a junior acrobat, I don't move in those sorts of circles."

"She came to stay here ages ago. A couple of years ago. And...I can't tell you...it's too personal."

Becca gasped. "You didn't?"

"I did."

"You had sex with Tiffany?"

"Yes. She bet me I wouldn't dare to touch her. Since she was Tiffany. And I was a hotel manager who would get fired if anyone found out I'd touched a guest."

"And you dared."

"Yes. It was an experience."

"That was the last time you had sex? Two years ago?"

"No. Then Tiffany came to stay a few months ago. With her sort of boyfriend. She could only get here on Saturday morning, her boyfriend was here on Friday for something or other. I forget why. She made a bet with me that I couldn't seduce her boyfriend that night."

"Oh my god. This is like a movie. I'm guessing you did?"

"Well, he seduced me as much as anything. But I didn't stop him."

"What happened when Tiffany got there?"

"She walked in. We were still in bed together."

"Was she upset?"

"No. She'd bet him he couldn't get a girl into bed. And me that I couldn't seduce him. She set us both up. There's more. But that's enough for now. That was the last time."

"Do you always end up in bed when you lose bets? Or even win them?"

"It does seem that way. If we had all night, I could tell you about some more bets."

"Wow. You have some stories."

"One guy bet me he could guess the color of my panties. He wasn't even right. But I had to take my pants off to prove it. Let's just say they didn't go back on again."

"Earlier, I bet you that my name was in the computer."

"I know. Knowing what happens when I lose bets, it was terrifying when I heard you say that."

"I'm terrifying?"

"No. You're really cute. That's what makes it terrifying."

"Ah. Because it's not impossible."

"Exactly. Have you...with a girl. Or just boys."

"A few times," Becca said. "It's nice. Not so rough."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation. It's not as if we know each other well."

Becca looked at Michèle. Michèle suddenly noticed she had piercing blue eyes. For a moment she said nothing. Michèle felt that Becca was inspecting her, maybe mentally undressing her. Finally, she spoke. "We will soon," Becca said slowly.

Michèle felt her pussy flutter. The only thing Becca could possibly mean was that she wanted Michèle to spend the night. Michèle felt she should go home, but she also knew she probably wouldn't. Fate had thrown them together, and she would regret it if she walked away. She'd even lost a bet, if she wanted to pretend to herself that she had to do it.

"I should go home," Michèle said.

"You should, meaning that you're not going to?"

"What do you think I should do?"

Becca spoke really quietly, Michèle could barely hear. "I think you should show me what color your panties are."

"We could go in the bathroom and I'll show you."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I know. Would you like a suite? I can upgrade you."

"You can upgrade us if you like. I've not really seen my room yet, but if it's got you in it then I'm happy."

"Okay," Michèle said. "You go to the room. I'll go and get the drinks comped so you don't get charged. Then I'll come. I don't want to be seen going there with you."

"Promise me one thing."

"What?"

"That you're not just sending me to my room to get rid of me. Then you go home. Promise me you won't chicken out."

"I promise. I always pay my bets."

Becca left. Michèle signed off the bar bill. She waited a few more minutes for Becca to get to the room well ahead of her. She got into the elevator. Her brain wanted to press the ground floor button, but her body wanted her to press the button for Becca's floor. A minute later she was slipping her master key-card into Becca's door.

The first thing Michèle noticed when she opened the door was Becca's clothes on the chair. Then, as she took a couple more paces into the room, she could see Becca sitting up in bed watching her. Her little breasts were bare, not covered by the bedding. Michèle was pretty sure that under the covers, her pussy was not covered by any panties either.

Michèle suddenly felt sweaty and dirty after working a twelve-hour day. "Can I have a shower?" she said.

"You don't need permission for anything. Anything you ask, I'll say yes."

"Wow. You can be direct."

"Sorry. I'm corrupted by living in the Cirque dorm. Nobody bothers to be subtle if they want you."

"And you want me?"

"Can I make it more obvious? You want me too."

"I know. To my surprise."

"Go and have a shower. You'll taste nice and clean. I had one after the show already."

Michèle went into the bathroom. She undressed and got underneath the cascade of warm water. She wrapped a towel around her body and opened the door. Becca watched her as she walked over to the bed. She undid the towel, and let it fall. She slipped under the covers. She suddenly felt shy but decided to ignore it. She took Becca in her arms, pulled her against her breasts, and kissed her.

"Welcome to my hotel," she said.

Becca smiled. "Do you give all the guests such personal service?"

"Tiffany was the last one."

"That's quite a compliment you know."

Becca pushed the covers down so that Michèle's breasts were exposed. She kissed her way down from her mouth, down her neck and onto the tops of her breasts. Finally, Becca put her mouth over one of Michèle's nipples and teased it with her tongue. Michèle let out a little gasp of delight. She felt her nipple go hard. Becca moved her attention to the other nipple and got that hard too. Michèle had very sensitive nipples. If it was a perfect day, she could get a small orgasm from just playing with her nipples.

Of course, usually it took giving her clit some attention. Becca knew that too. She pushed the bedding back further.

"Wow, you've got red pubes. I'd never have guessed."

Becca kissed her way down from Michèle's breasts. Michèle let out another gasp of pleasure as she reached her mound with its covering of fine red hairs. As if under automatic control she felt her legs spread. Becca carried on down. Michèle heard little sighs of excitement as Becca started to kiss her fleshy outer lips. Her inner lips were hidden inside. Becca reached down with both hands and used her fingertips to open up Michèle's pussy, exposing all the intimate folds within.

Becca had no problem finding Michèle's clit. Even if Becca hadn't told her she'd been with girls before, Michèle would have realized immediately from the way she knew her way around. Even girls are a bit clueless the first few times, despite sharing the same anatomy. She felt Becca's finger between her labia, and then a fingertip was in her. Becca's tongue landed firmly on her clit. She gasped loudly, half in surprise, half in bliss as wonderful feelings radiated from her clit. The clit that had only been offered to her finger and her vibrator for months.

Michèle was amazed that Becca had gotten her so aroused so fast. Suddenly she started to cum. Even she wasn't expecting it herself yet. She gritted her teeth so as not to scream out, but a weird animal noise came out anyway, as her body was flooded with waves of pleasure. Becca's finger pushed deep into her pulsing pussy as her tongue danced on her clit.

Usually Michèle's clit would get too sensitive for any attention before her orgasm was over. But Becca seemed to know that. As her orgasm started to fade away, she touched Michèle's clit with her tongue using a lighter and lighter touch. She was about to push her away out of habit when she realized her body wanted more and could take it. She let Becca carry on. Her clit was hardly being touched at all, but it felt wonderful anyway. Gradually Becca started to lick a little bit more firmly. The finger in her pussy started to move a little bit faster too. She felt a second orgasm building up, like winding up a clockwork toy. Each lick ratcheted up the tension a little more. Michèle was gasping, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen.

Becca lifted up her head. "Cum for me now," she said. She lowered her tongue and licked Michèle's clit hard, while pushing a second finger into her opening. Michèle's body exploded. The clockwork toy was running. "Oh yes, don't stop," she moaned as her climax burst through her body. She was sure her toes were curling, the hair on her head was standing up. Her hands went to Becca's head as if she was worried Becca might pull away. Gradually the spring ran down until finally the toy stopped running. Michèle lay there for a moment, limp and spent.

Becca moved up the bed and kissed Michèle. She could taste herself on the smaller girl's mouth.

"You're good," Michèle said.

"I bet you're good too," Becca said. "If you've had three girls, you'll know what you're doing by now."

Michèle laughed. "You don't have to bet me. I'd have done it anyway."

"Sorry. It was just the way I said it. I wasn't trying to make that sort of bet. Besides, you're already naked in my bed. You've paid all your bets."

"I think you need an orgasm or two for the bet to be truly paid."

"Well, I'm not going to argue with that."

Michèle moved down the bed. Becca spread her legs. Michèle looked down there. Becca was shaved. She had a little tight pussy to go with her little tight body, little pink lips peeking out appetizingly. Michèle lowered her head and kissed Becca's thighs and her mound, all around her pussy to get her warmed up. Then she got closer and started to kiss her at the top of her slit, her smooth outer lips. Becca reached down and used a couple of fingers to spread her lips revealing all the mysterious folds of femininity within.

Michèle's kisses moved from the pale skin to the pink petals. Becca let out little sighs of encouragement and pleasure as Michèle's tongue explored. She found Becca's opening and pushed her tongue inside. She found Becca's clit, hard as a tiny orange pip, and circled it with her tongue. She let her finger explore between Becca's cheeks, wondering if she had gone too far when she felt the rough pucker of Becca's asshole, but she just continued to sigh with encouragement and pleasure, so she pushed a little harder and her fingertip entered the little acrobat's tight ass.

Michèle let Becca's pleasure build up gradually. Her tongue coaxed feelings of joy from her clit, her finger gently probed her tight rear hole. Every so often, she'd let her tongue roll away from the clit and probe into her eager cunt, before returning to the tiny focus of Becca's pleasure. She sensed that Becca must be close, although never having seen her cum before she couldn't tell for sure.

"Oh yes, just there. Keep going," Becca sighed. Michèle didn't need any encouragement, she had no intention of stopping. Suddenly Becca's body went stiff for a moment, she let out a little squeal, and then her body shook gently, as if she was having some sort of fit.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, I'm cumming," she said unnecessarily. "My god it's big." It seemed to be long too. Michèle kept licking Becca's clit and finger-fucking her ass until, after what seemed forever, her body finally went quiet. Michèle moved back up the bed and took her in her arms. She pulled her onto her side and towards her, pressing Becca's tiny tits against her large breasts. Their lips met, their tongues jousted, their hands were stroking all over each other's bodies.

Michèle had planned to go home after being with Becca, but instead they fell asleep in each other's arms, the lights still on.

**

The alarm went off at 4am. I shook Juliet awake.

"We need to get to the airport," I said. Groggily, she got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. I texted Tom and Pandora to make sure they were awake too. Soon we were all in my car on the way to the airport. Not long after we were on the first flight to Montréal.

We walked up to the reception desk. At that time of day almost nobody was arriving. But we had a room from the night before so there should be no problem checking in. We got keys and went up to our rooms. Since I'd made the reservations that way, reception gave one room to Tom and my wife, and the other to Pandora and me. We went up in the elevator.

Pandora and I walked into our room. I wasn't even sure if Becca was there. I'd texted her earlier but she'd not responded, but since it was 6am that didn't mean anything. The room was lit up like an operating theater. Becca was indeed there. The big surprise was that she was with another woman. The covers were pushed back to their waists, and their arms and legs were wrapped around each other as they slept. The other woman was much bigger than Becca, which wasn't saying much since Becca was a petite acrobat.

The noise of our entry disturbed them. The stranger sat up. She saw us, grabbed the cover on the bed and used it to cover her body, but not before I got to see her marvelous large breasts.

"Oh my god, who are you?"

Becca sat up and saw us. "Don't worry. They're my friends. This is Michèle. She works at the hotel."

"I need to go," the woman, Michèle, said. She looked as if she was about to leap out of bed and then suddenly realized she'd be totally naked in front of us.

"Suck him before you go then," said Becca. I had never heard her be so assertive like that before. I could tell now that the other woman was much older than Becca.

"Really?" she said. "I can't just do that."

"You lost the bet. You have to do what I say."

I could sense the resistance fading away and Michèle deciding that she'd do it. I knew nothing about her, but it seemed safe to assume that she'd never sucked off a guy moments after meeting him. But she got out of bed, making no attempt any longer to hide her attractive body, and knelt down on the floor in front of me. As Pandora and Becca watched, she undid my belt and my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. My cock was semi-hard as she took it into her mouth. It only took her a moment to have me hard as a steel rod. Pandora put her hand on Michèle's head and guided her up and down on my cock. Becca was sitting naked on the bed watching the scene she'd created.

Pandora moved. She squatted down behind Michèle and reached around her body. As Michèle made love to my cock with her mouth and tongue, Pandora stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples. It was surreal, in a way. We'd only been in the room about two minutes and I had my cock in this woman's mouth, whoever she was, and Pandora was playing with her breasts.

"He's going to cum," Pandora said, knowing how to tell the moment exactly.

Michèle sat back with her mouth open, one hand on my cock. She stroked me. I blasted jet after jet of cum into her hungry mouth.

"I want some," said Pandora. She loved to kiss a girl whose mouth was full of cum. To Michèle's obvious surprise, Pandora spun her around and kissed her hard, driving her tongue into the stranger's mouth. She reached down between Michèle's legs and rubbed her pussy gently as their tongues swirled around in my cum. Finally, Pandora stood up.

"What time do you work until?" Becca asked Michèle.

"It's Saturday. I'm on duty until 10 or 11 tonight."

"Good. You'll be back here when you finish. They should be back by then. They are coming to watch me at the Cirque tonight. I'll be here a little later."

Michèle looked a little doubtful, as if Becca was pushing her past her limit.

"You know you'll regret it if you don't come back," Becca said.

There was a long silence before Michèle conceded. "Okay," she said.

"No going home," Becca said.

"I'll be here," Michèle said. "I kept my promise last night. I'll keep it this evening."

Michèle grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged fully dressed. Since she was a hotel employee, apparently, I expected her to be in uniform, but she was in street clothes. I couldn't wait to hear Becca's story, about how she'd arrived at the hotel late the evening before and ended up in bed with one of the staff.

Michèle went over to Becca and kissed her as if they were long-term girlfriends, not two women who only met the night before.

"See you later," she said. And then she was gone.

"Wow, that was hot," Becca said. "Watching her suck you off. She hasn't a clue who you are."

"I don't know who she is," I said.

"She's the guest services manager for the hotel."

I kicked my pants away and pulled off my shirt. Pandora undid her blouse, undid her bra, slipped off her pants and panties in one movement and soon the three of us were all naked in bed.

"How's your sex life?" I asked Becca.

"Amazing. I'm in a city far, far, away. I'm in a dorm with hundreds of hot, athletic bodies. You know I like casual sex. Fill in the blanks."

"So you're being slutty."

"I hate that word, though," Becca said. "I'm being young and foolish. Because I can. In ten years time I'll probably have children."

I laughed. "And your husband will be lucky if he gets it once a week on Saturday night."

"Does it really get like that?"

"I don't know. We've not started a family yet."

"Plus you don't have a normal sex life. You have two wives. Plus a toy."

"Yes. I don't know how that'll work once we have children."

"So would you like some sex or did Michèle tire you out."

"Both."

I walked over to the connecting door to the next room and opened it. I knocked on the other door, that had to be opened from the other side. From Tom and Julia's room.

"Wait a moment. We're fucking," Tom's voice called out.

It was ten minutes later that the other door opened. Tom and Julia walked into our room naked.

"You've still got your clothes on?" Julia said in a surprised tone of voice.

"Yes," I said. "Becca had another girl here. She just left?"

"Really? Who was she?"

"The guest services manager for the hotel. She'll be back later. She sucked me off before she went."

"And in the meantime, with the connecting doors open, we have a huge suite with two king sized beds, and two bathrooms. What should we do with our toy?"

"I'm your toy, so you can play with me how you want. But I'd like to try it in the ass again. I've only done that once in my life. I takes too much trust to do it with the Cirque guys. They're really athletic. They like to be energetic and rough."

"You should do it with some of the Cirque girls."

"I should. I'd forgotten how comfy it is until last night."

"Let me get you ready for him," Pandora said. She got onto the bed and rolled Becca onto her front. She spread the acrobat's cheeks and started to tongue her tiny asshole. Tom, Juliet and I stood watching as Pandora gradually got her tongue inside. Becca let out little moans of encouragement.

Juliet reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. "I'd better do my wifely duties," she said. "Not that I remember anything about getting my husband ready for another girl in the marriage vows." She slowly stroked me and I hardened and lengthened in her hand.

Pandora licked her fingers and then jabbed one roughly into Becca's ass. She squealed in surprise as Pandora's finger vanished completely into her. She immediately put a second alongside the first and opened Becca up a little more.

Tom went back to the other room and returned almost immediately with a bottle of lube. He held it over Juliet's hand and my cock and let a long stream dribble out. Juliet worked it all over my cock until it gleamed.

I moved onto the bed. Becca got her knees underneath her so that her ass was in the air, her breasts and her head still pressed onto the bed. Pandora grabbed my cock, pulled her other hand out of Becca's ass and guided me into her. She was still tight, two of Pandora's fingers are nowhere near as thick as my cock. Becca panted at the intensity as I pushed into her, very slowly but firmly. Her asshole stretched around my cock and suddenly the head vanished inside.

As I worked my cock into Becca her panting turned to sighs of pleasure. I glanced to my side. Juliet was using the lube to stroke Tom's enormous cock. I don't know if Tom planned on trying to get it into Becca's ass, but I realized Becca needed to find out if she could take it. I was fucking Becca a little harder now. The muscles of her asshole were now more relaxed and my cock moved more easily.

I pulled out of Becca and moved to one side. She was still moaning, lost in her own world of arousal. Tom moved behind her ass. His enormous cock was rock hard. He pushed it down and directed it towards the petite girl's asshole. It seemed impossible that it could fit. I don't think Becca realized immediately what was happening as Tom pushed hard, but she soon did as Tom stretched her much wider than she'd ever been stretched before. She squealed in pain and surprise, but Tom's knob was already out of sight inside her. He pushed again and a little more of his shaft vanished. I reached over and grabbed her hand.

"Be brave," I said. "You can do it."

"It's too much," she panted. "It's hurting." But it wasn't too much. Gradually her athletic body opened and relaxed enough that more and more of Tom's huge member penetrated her pert ass.

I stood there watching as Tom started to fuck Becca more vigorously. Juliet saw me standing there with my cock still hard, since I'd not cum in Becca, I'd pulled out to let Tom try and get in, ready to take over again if he failed. She knelt on the floor in front of me and wrapped her lips around me.

I glanced over to Pandora. She was standing there watching everything, while her fingers played in her beautiful shaved pussy.

"Oh fuck," Becca wailed, "You are so big."

Juliet started to move her head up and down my cock in time with Tom sliding his cock in and out of Becca.

"You are so fucking tight, Becca," Tom said. "I'm not going to last long."

"Thank goodness," Becca said, half panting and half laughing. "I'm not going to last long either. Before I really can't take it."

Juliet had me close to cumming too. I think she was deliberately holding me just short of release waiting for Tom.

"I'm cumming," Tom grunted. He jerked his hips, burying even more of his long cock in Becca's rectum. Juliet sped up moving her head on my cock.

"I'm cumming too," I gasped as I felt it all swelling up.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming as well," Becca gasped. "Shit. It's too much. But don't stop fucking."

"Wait for me," Pandora said. Then she let out her characteristic little noise and started to cum too.

All four of us came as if we'd planned it in advance. I blasted cum into the back of my wife's mouth. Tom blasted cum into our toy's ass. Pandora coaxed waves of pleasure from her pussy. And Becca just throbbed with pleasure as Tom pumped a mixture of pain, arousal and delight into her tight rear hole.

Tom pulled out. Pandora wrapped her mouth around his cock and licked him clean. Juliet swallowed my cum and stood up.

"Fuck, that was hot," she said. "But I'm feeling left out. I'm the only one who didn't cum just now."

"Give me time to get my strength back," Tom said, "and we'll fix that."

"It's our turn with our toy, too," Juliet said.

Tom, Juliet and Becca left and went into the other room. They pulled the door to, for a little privacy. But it was still open if we wanted to join in. Pandora and I lay down on the bed and just kissed and cuddled. We had a whole weekend, we'd had to get up really early to get to the airport, it was definitely time for a little nap. We didn't have long to wait as we dozed in each other's arms before hearing that Juliet clearly fixed the issue of being the only one of us who hadn't cum.

**

Michèle left the room that morning in a daze. She went to the staff locker room. She didn't just put her uniform on, she put on a pair of thigh-high stockings and a clean pair of panties. It would have to substitute for the shower that she hadn't had time for after being sweaty with Becca all night.

Michèle found it hard to concentrate all day. Her pussy was still tingling with the memory of Becca's tongue. Her mouth was still full of the taste of cum. Her stomach was fluttery with the anticipation of the evening. She found herself imagining what would happen during the day. At some point Becca would need to leave to go and get ready for her performance. Later, her four friends would leave to go and watch the show. She'd seen two of them, the other two in the room next door remained a mystery. The four friends would return after the show.

Becca would have to take her makeup off, probably have a shower. A shower, Michèle thought. Naked. She couldn't help herself imagining Becca's boyish body, so different from her own. Then she'd get into regular clothes. It would be a bit later when she walked across the lobby. Michèle decided then and there that she would be at the reception desk when that happened. She'd get a moment of time alone with Becca before they went upstairs to what was certain to be a wild night.

But Michèle also realized it would end up being wild in whatever way Becca wanted. Whatever Becca asked of her, she would do. She'd lost the bet. She always paid her bets, no matter how much was demanded.

Late that evening, Michèle was at the reception desk. Becca's four friends returned and she finally got a glimpse of the two mysterious people from the room she'd not yet seen. A very tall, muscular attractive guy. And an attractive woman, homely rather than hot like Pandora. They didn't notice her at the desk inspecting them as they went to the elevator.

It was nearly an hour later when Becca returned. Becca was heading to the elevator and didn't so much as glance at the reception desk. Michèle called out and Becca turned.

"Hi," she said. "I assumed you'd be upstairs. Are you still working?"

"Yes, but I'm done now. I need to go and change. Wait for me here. No, wait...come with me."

Michèle took Becca back through a door into the bowels of the hotel. It was completely against the rules for her to take a guest, a non-employee, back there. Probably even more against the rules to take a guest into the staff locker room. But at that time of night, they were the only people there.

"So this is where you get to see all your employees naked?" Becca said.

Michèle laughed. "You wish. I suppose I get to see them in their underwear but...I'm not really attracted to girls."

"That was a dream last night, was it?"

"Okay. I'm rarely attracted to girls. Only special ones."

Michèle turned around and let Becca undo the zipper down the back of her uniform. She could have done it herself but it was more fun to get it done for her. But Becca didn't stop there and she quickly undid Michèle's bra strap.

"Hey," said Michèle. "What are you doing?"

"I want you bra-less. Your breasts are too magnificent to cover up."

Michèle let her dress fall off her shoulder. She lowered it and stepped out of it. She pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and put it on top of her dress.

"Panties off too," Becca said. "But I like the stockings. They can stay."

"Really? Okay."

Michèle slipped her panties over her ass and stepped out of them. She pulled her jeans on over her bare pussy, then put a loose sweatshirt over her bra-less breasts. She put her uniform and her underwear in her locker.

"Kiss," Becca said.

Michèle took her in her arms, pulled her against her body, and lowered her head so she could kiss the much shorter girl. Their tongues played a little, a tiny taste of what was to come. Becca slipped a hand up under Michèle's sweatshirt and rubbed a nipple as they kissed.

Becca pulled away. "Time to go," she said. "They will be waiting for their toy."

"That's you?"

"Yeah. I'm their toy. But you're my toy. I guess we are both their toys this weekend. Are you okay with everything?"

"I've never done anything like this. But I'm not stupid. I know what will happen. I'm ready to do it."

"Are you ready for the biggest cock you've ever seen?"

"It wasn't that big," Michèle said, thinking back to the cock she'd sucked that morning.

"No. Tom. He is enormous. But you're a big girl. I'm only little. If I can take it, you can."

The two of them left the locker room and were soon outside one of the doors. Becca slid her cardkey through the slot and they walked in. The other four were sitting around with glasses of wine, waiting for their toys.

"Look who I found in the lobby?" Michèle said.

The woman Michèle had only seen walk across the lobby stood up. "I'm Juliet," she said.

"And I'm Tom," the tall man said. Tom, who Becca had warned her had the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

"It seems you're in charge," Pandora said to Becca.

"Wait," Michèle said. Becca looked at her, wondering if she was backing out, overwhelmed by the number of people who were going to fuck her that night. But she had something else in mind. "Do you want a suite with a hot-tub? And a bar? And a view?"

"Who would say no to that?" Becca said.

Michèle went to the phone and called the front desk. In a moment, they were upgraded to a huge suite on the highest floor.

"Leave all the cases here," she said. "I'm assuming we won't need any extra clothes up there. You still have these rooms too."

They all took the elevator up. Michèle's master-key opened the door. Only a few minutes later all six of them were naked in the hot-tub. Unlike the room in Vegas where the hot-tub had been in the bathroom, here it was on a raised platform in the bedroom with a view out of the tall windows across Montréal. Michèle hadn't really seen Tom between getting out of his clothes and being underwater, so she still didn't know just how big his cock really was.

The guy who Michèle had sucked earlier in the day, but whose name she didn't know, got out and made everyone drinks. They sat around in the hot water, drinking icy drinks, inspecting each other's bodies, and getting to know each other. Michèle felt completely relaxed. She didn't have to work next day, so she was looking forward to being kept awake all night. Especially how she was going to be kept awake.

"You guys go and fuck her," Becca said. "We girls can stay in the hot-tub and watch."

Tom stood up first. Michèle couldn't stop herself gasping when she saw his cock. He wasn't hard but it hung down like...well, like a horse. Bigger flaccid than most men erect.

"My husband is very big," Pandora said.

That was another surprise to Michèle, but she did her best not to show it. She had assumed the husband and wife pairings were the other way around. They way they'd checked in, and the way they'd divided up the two rooms. But it seemed Tom and Pandora were husband and wife. As were Juliet and...Romeo, she'd name him, since it seemed too embarrassing to ask him his real name since she'd he'd already cum in her mouth.

Michèle stood up, grabbed a towel and dried herself. The two men joined her on the bed. There were hands all over her, on her breasts, her stomach. She was being kissed. On the mouth, on her neck, her nipples. Her legs spread apart, her pussy craving attention. But for now the two men were content to play with her above the waist.

She glanced down at Tom. He was hard now. Like a rolling pin, Michèle thought. She had a vibrator at home, but Tom's cock was at least twice the width and half as long again. Like Becca had warned her, the biggest she'd ever seen. And that even included porn movies she'd seen on the net.

She looked at Romeo's cock. It wasn't small either, except in comparison to Tom. She hoped that he'd fuck her first. Get her relaxed. She'd do her best to have an orgasm, that always made her more open and wetter, which she would need to be to have any hope of accommodating Tom's colossal cock.

Romeo moved down the bed. Michèle pulled her legs up, offering her pussy to his mouth. He lowered his head and she started to experience the wonderful feeling of a tongue exploring the folds out of sight around the corner of her body. Meanwhile she wanted a something her mouth. She reached over towards Tom's terrifyingly large cock, but before she could even touch it, he moved up the bed. She had to open her mouth wide to have any chance of taking the huge pink knob into her mouth. As soon as her mouth opened, Tom pushed his cock in. Her mouth was instantly full. The phrase ‘biting off more than you can chew' sprung to mind. Not that she was planning on doing any chewing. A little licking, a little mouth fucking. Probably a lot of swallowing since there wouldn't be much room in her mouth for anything more than his cock once he started to drain himself into her.

Michèle felt one of Romeo's fingers gently probing between her labia, seeking out the little opening to her vagina. His tongue had found her clit and was lightly playing on it, sending little sparks of excitement spiraling out through her body. His finger slipped into the tight wetness of her insides. She was getting so turned-on it was hard for her to concentrate on licking Tom's cockhead. Tom started to fuck her mouth. He seemed to know her limit, that she could never take his whole cock.

Romeo moved up between her legs. He still had a finger inside her. He pulled it out and she felt his cock nudging her lips to either side as his very tip nestled in her entrance. Then he was inside. Michèle gasped. With surprise. With pleasure. She knew that the girls were all in the hot-tub watching the scene but she was now lost in her own world, one cock inside her cunt, one in her mouth. Romeo worked his whole length into her as her body flooded with juicy lubrication.

Once he was moving easily inside her, he pulled out. He rolled her onto her front and pulled her hips up. She was worried he was going to try and enter her ass without any preparation, but he re-entered her cunt. Tom moved around in front of her and she took his cock back into her mouth. As Romeo started to fuck her harder, she started to move her mouth up and down the top portion of Tom's cock, taking his cockhead as far back into the back of her throat as she dared.

"It's time," Tom said.

Michèle felt a stab of fear jab through her body, knowing full well what it was time for. Romeo pulled out of her. Tom moved around behind her. She felt his cockhead at her entrance. Well, it felt like it was everywhere down there, occupying the whole area from her asshole to the top of her slit, from one thigh to the other. She yelped when he thrust himself forward. It was tender, something like the memory of losing her first time, as if she were losing her virginity all over again.

"Slow," she moaned as Tom continued putting pressure on her lips and releasing. She felt her body start to open a little, as if it was trying hard to accommodate him. Tom grabbed her hips and pulled back hard. She screamed as some of his cock, she had no idea how much, went in.

"Oh my god," she wailed. "It's too much."

But Tom didn't relent. He pulled her hips back again, sliding her cunt onto his cock. It felt like she was being split. She had no idea how much of him was in her. It already felt like she was full with no more space. But somehow Tom kept getting deeper and deeper into her. Michèle was glad that she got very wet, she needed all the lubrication that her body could provide.

Michèle felt an orgasm bubbling up inside her. It was like one of those geysers in Yellowstone. There was nothing, then a hint of something, and then whoosh. Her orgasm seized her body like an epileptic fit and she was shaking and making noises like a wild animal in pain. Her brain was shut down, she wasn't even conscious of whether Tom was continuing to fuck her or not. When it was over she collapsed onto the bed, pulling herself off Tom's cock.

Tom moved and lay on his back. Half in a daze, Michèle managed to straddle him. To her surprise, after her orgasm her body no longer put up a fight and his cock slipped inside without needing to be forced in. Since she was now on top, she had to do most of the work. She sat up and started to move her hips, feeling a bit like she was sitting on a fence-post.

Romeo came up behind and put his hand on her neck. He pushed her down. She wondered what he was doing until she felt his cock at her ass. He felt slippery. He must have put some lube on. But her asshole wasn't relaxed. Plus she wasn't sure that there was that much room in her body for a second cock, especially given the size of the first. Romeo pushed his cock forcefully. Michèle manage to relax her ass enough to let him in. She'd had anal sex enough times to know what it felt like, and how to handle her body to coax it into submission. It didn't take long for both cocks to be in her. She'd never taken two cocks before, and it didn't really feel comfortable. She could feel the two men moving inside her independently.

"I'm cumming already," Romeo said. Her ass was tight and he couldn't last long at all, especially since he'd already got close in her pussy earlier. His hips jerked. She tried to feel his cum inside her but she could only feel the pulsating of his cock as he pumped into her rectum. He pulled out of her ass, and walked the few steps to the hot-tub to sit and watch as Michèle brought Tom to fruition.

She sat up again, a little bit of cum dribbling from her asshole. She lifted up her hips a little and then sunk back down, sliding her cunt up and down Tom's cock.

"Oh yes, just like that," he said encouragingly.

She lifted herself higher, so his cock almost left her body, and then sunk down as far as she could, until Tom's cockhead hit the far end of her vagina. A few strokes like that was all it took.

"I'm cumming," Tom said quietly. His hips thrust up almost automatically as he cock spurted cum into Michèle. She continued to raise and lower her body. Cum was seeping out of her pussy around his cock, there just wasn't anywhere else for it to go. Finally, when she thought he was done, she collapsed onto his body and just lay there with her breasts pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"You were great," he said.

The audience in the hot-tub all clapped, as if they'd been watching a performance. In a way, they had. Michèle pulled herself up and lifted herself off Tom's cock. She staggered over to the hot-tub and got into the water.

"Oh gosh, that was too much. I can't take any more," she said.

"I'll take the guys back to the rooms downstairs," Julia said. "Becca and Pandora can stay here and give Michèle a more feminine experience for the rest of the night. Maybe her sore pussy needs a little gentle licking to take away the throbbing."

Becca and Pandora took Michèle's hands and pulled her to her feet. She stood unsteadily while Becca dried her, and then the three of them rolled onto the enormous bed. They lay there on the bed, naked, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling where they could see themselves reflected. The beautiful ex-model Pandora. Almost as tall, Michèle, with her large breasts. Becca, with not much in the way of breasts, but feminine and attractive in her own way.

Becca started to kiss Michèle, gently. Like a girl not a guy. Pandora slid down the bed and spread Michèle's legs. Her pussy was red and swollen. She was leaking cum from both her cunt and her ass. Pandora started by cleaning up all the cum with her tongue, then she opened up Michèle's pussy and gently kissed the little labia secreted inside.

"That's nice," Michèle sighed.

"Did you enjoy it?" Becca said.

"I don't know. In some ways it was too much. But I'm glad I did it. I'm not sure I want to do it again. Tom's cock is so...titanic. Titanic Tom. It's not comfortable. It feels like a challenge to be got through. And then having a second cock in me. I've never done that even with little normal-sized ones."

Michèle lifted her head up. "Do you want to cum?"

"I'd love to, if you can make me cum without being the least bit rough. I feel raw down there. Thank goodness I don't have to work tomorrow."

Becca laughed. "Especially since it's 4 a.m. already."

"Wow. Time flies when you...when you're having a rolling pin shoved up your vagina. Do you get used to it?"

"I've only done it once with him," Becca said.

Pandora lifted her head again. "You do. But it never stops being extreme. It's more like anal sex but in your pussy. Intense. Challenging. It takes commitment."

"Well, he's your husband, I guess you're committed."

"Ssh," Becca said. "Just let the two of us make gentle love to you. Have a nice little orgasm. Then you can sleep."

"Oh my god, it's all going to start again tomorrow, isn't it. You're all going to fuck me all day."

"Well, I hope they're going to fuck me some of the time. So you'll get an occasional rest."

Becca went back to kissing Michèle, and using a hand to carress one of her large breasts, rubbing and pinching the hard nipple. Pandora was doing something Michèle could feel, all soft and gentle and feminine. Using her tongue so lightly she could barely feel it, but somehow her excitement was building up anyway.

"Yes, like that, keep going," she sighed as Pandora's expert tongue worked its magic. "I'm going to cum."

Becca rubbed her nipple hard. Pandora licked her clit hard. Michèle came. Not the body shattering orgasm she'd had earlier, something much smaller and gentler. Dessert after the heavy main course that the two men had delivered. It felt like she was falling asleep before it was completely over. She was vaguely aware of Becca and Pandora pulling the covers over her and getting into bed with her, turning out the lights.

Once again, losing a little bet had led to some of the most mind-blowing sex of her life. And there was still another day before everyone left. Except Becca, who lived in Montréal. She fell asleep wondering if she'd dare see Becca again. If she wanted her first girlfriend. She could see herself having more than sex with Becca, having a relationship.

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