My meeting ended mid-afternoon, leaving me plenty of time to drive to my hotel. An old manor house now converted into an extremely comfortable four-star hotel set in its riverside grounds, including several acres of grass and woodlands that were home to a sizable population of deer.

I took a leisurely bath before changing into a dark grey silk blouse, black leather skirt, grey thigh high stockings and black heels before going out for a well-deserved libation.

Seated at a window table in the bar, I watched the shadows lengthen as dusk fell across the estate. Deer were foraging along the treeline. I had a signed contract in my briefcase, and I had made money, serious money that afternoon. I was content with my lot, apart from being a little horny.

I'd always found that success at work fuelled my need for fun in the bedroom. It was as if my cheque book was connected to my cunt, if you'll excuse the vulgarity.

I'd just signaled the waiter for another dry martini when she walked in.

It was the dress that first caught my eye, just slightly off white with a Nordic design across the bust. It clung to her curvy figure in all the right places.

Cashmere or merino wool, maybe some exotic blend, but the result was delightful. She wore pale saffron stockings, which bore a matching Nordic design. Light brown knee boots completed the look.

Anyway, I watched as she ordered a drink; Gin and tonic and then I caught her eye as she looked around for an empty table. As I often traveled alone, it was a dilemma I knew all too well. You can't take a large table, and you don't want to sit alone giving the wrong signal and getting hit on all evening.

I subtly gestured to the empty club chair across from me, and with a smile, she moved to take it.

"Evening, I will if you don't mind."

"Please be my guest, I'm Veronique, and this window gives you a most delightful view of the grounds."

I watched her elegant hand as she carefully placed her drink on the coaster provided—long, slim fingers, nails that were moderately long but beautifully shaped and painted.

An antique gold filigree bracelet adorned her wrist. Like the dress, t was a tasteful and restrained display of wealth.

She introduced herself as Margaret Dunning-Holt and offered that she was in the area scouting settings for an upcoming book she was illustrating.

I have to say that we rather hit it off. Conversation flowed easily over drinks, and then Margaret suggested that we share a table for dinner.

Our waiter readily agreed to the change, and as he moved to speak with the Maître d', Margaret firmly gripped my fingers and whispered, "Look, look out of the window. Quickly!"

I turned to see a beautiful Hind leading her two fawns across the grass below our window.

Ears pricked, she quickly led her charges back into the shadows. It was a fleeting glimpse of nature at its best.

Margaret and I slowly released our breath, and I don't think either of us had been conscious of holding it and only then did we realise that my hand was still in hers.

Slowly her hand withdrew, but I could see that her cheeks had taken on a flushed hue, and two distinctly nipple shaped protrusions were now evident through that soft, clingy dress.

The dress emphasised large round breasts. Either she was braless, like me, or had exceptionally large nipples for them to be so evident through the knit.

My breasts are conical, large for their shape and topped with wide brown areola. I knew that my nipples would be obvious. They seem to be permanently erect, hence my passion for silk blouses.

Silk feels so good against an engorged nipple and showcases them delightfully.

Eventually, we were moved through to the dining room, to a quiet corner table.

The food was as expected, delicious, then again, there was a Michelin star at the main entrance of the dining room.

I engineered several opportunities to touch my new friend, a brush of the hand here, a touching of fingers there. Every time I was rewarded by a colouring of her cheeks and the reappearance of those perky nipples.

It was as we finished our coffee and moved toward the snifters of Brandy that I made my intentions more obvious.

After confirming that the remaining diners were engrossed in their conversations, I eased one of my heels off and allowed my foot to rub up the front of her boot. The leather felt soft and smooth, even through my stocking.

Margaret's only response was to blush even further. The colour now spread to her neck whilst her nipples continued to strain against her dress.

I persisted; this time, my toes brushed her knee, catching the hem of her dress.

Margaret quickly swallowed almost all her Brandy before suggesting we order more.

I let my foot continue playing with her knee whilst watching the battle of emotions taking place on Margaret's face.

The waiter returned with our Brandy, and I moved forward in my chair, ostensibly to sign the tab, but in reality, it allowed my foot to slip under the hem of Margaret's dress and caress her inner thigh.

Margaret groaned aloud as her body shivered. I saw her knuckles turn white as she gripped her glass.

"Should we take these with us and relax in my suite?" I offered with a reassuring smile.

"Yes. That would be lovely." Margaret's voice had become distinctly shaky.

As soon as the lift doors closed, I turned to my dining companion. I have to admit to being extremely aroused by her somewhat timid response to my advances, yet there were obvious signs of interest.

What happened next took my breath away. I turned, and she pounced, pushing me up against the wood-paneled walls. Her full soft lips sought out my own as her hand moved to my ass, squeezing t through my skirt.

"I want those gorgeous breasts in my mouth," she whispered in my ear.

My heart raced as my body flooded with adrenaline. I looked again at those soft brown eyes that had mesmerised me throughout dinner to see a glint of steel. This kitten was a tiger. What I had taken as signs of timidity was actually evidence of barely contained arousal. I had hit the jackpot.

Quickly we moved down the corridor, passing under the elaborate chandelier to reach my suite.

The heavy wooden door was still closing as we locked lips again. I cannot claim much in the way of foreplay. It was just an onslaught of hands and tongues. I remember my knee forcing its way between Margaret's thighs as her hands tugged my skirt upward, her nails scratching the soft skin above my stocking tops.

Many minutes passed until, finally breathless and desperate for more, we stepped apart and looked at each other.

I stood sipping my Brandy as Margaret slowly unfastened her dress, allowing it to slip down her body to crumple on the floor. There was no lingerie to block my view. Those fine full breasts sat firm, topped by enormous brown nipples.

Silent, we stood, savouring the situation. My eyes drank in the sight before me; those full firm breasts with those mouth-watering nipples, Margaret's soft curvy sexy body, no longer that of a youngster but still sexy as hell.

My eyes followed the slight curve of her belly to the trimmed patch of dark hair between her thighs. It did little to hide her slick, swollen lips.

In response, Margaret stood hands on hips, those saffron stockings contrasting with her dusky skin as if to challenge me to join her.

I nodded to a nearby chair. She sat, hooked one leg over the arm, wantonly displaying herself to me.

With slow deliberation, I placed my Brandy on a low table before turning back to face her.

I locked eyes with her and held her gaze as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. The silk against my aching rigid nubs was sweet torture, and I swallowed my moans of pleasure.

I had started this, I was the predator, yet now I was in danger of becoming the prey.

Margaret was desperate to see my bare breasts. It was written all over her face.

I drew her desperation out, randomly selecting buttons to release, allowing glimpses of my firm conical mounds but no more.

When there was just the middle button left, I moved to unfasten my skirt.

Margaret was still wearing her spike-heeled knee boots, and so I kept my pumps on. The four-inch heels defined my calves and ass.

My skirt joined her dress on the floor with a wiggle, and I turned to show her my ass.

A rigorous gym regimen ensured that it was still firm, and I knew that the tiny red thong dividing my cheeks would heighten their appeal.

Straightening, I could see the smile of appreciation on her face. Popping the last button, I shrugged off the blouse and mimicked her hands-on-hips pose.

Slowly and with great exaggeration, Margaret licked her lips.

Her arousal was staining her neck pink. Satisfied that I was the dominant one again, I stepped toward her, slowly peeling off my thong.

I knew I was wet; my arousal had been building all evening.

The slither of red silk was heavily wet spotted on the front, and as it detached from my smoothly waxed pubis, several strands of thick cum adhered to it.

Stopping just short of Margaret, prone in her chair, I tossed the thing to her.

Deftly catching it, she smiled before holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply.

I held her eyes, challenging her.

With another smile and a nod, she lowered my sodden thong to her mouth and with her eyes never leaving mine; she flicked her tongue along the almost transparent front panel.

I stood watching as she licked it clean. When she was happy that she had taken all of my cum she wadded the delicate silk into a ball and popped it into her mouth.

Breathless, I watched her jaw muscles flex as she sucked on my panties.

Finally, with a taunting grin, she pulled the delicate Hundred-pound silken morsel from her mouth and said, "Delicious, now for the source."

Uncurling from the chair with almost feline grace, Margaret moved to stand before me.

Raising an arm, she placed a hand between my breasts and slowly and firmly pushed me back toward the table.

I felt the cold marble edge of the table against my calves. The table was low, situated between two chairs, and I could feel my balance shifting.

Margaret took my hand in hers and, displaying surprising strength, slowly lowered me down until that cold marble embraced me.

My shoulder nudged my discarded Brandy glass, rolling it onto the thick rug below.

Finally slipping off my pumps, Margaret gripped my ankles, pushing my legs over my head, flicking her tongue across my exposed nether lips.

Time stood still as she teased my body to the very edge of ecstasy.

Light little kisses caressed my thighs, sometimes through my stockings, sometimes on the bare soft flesh above.

Her tongue would graze my slick folds, and occasionally her nose would nudge between my lips. Cool air would blow across my wetness, and warm breath would caress me. Tongue, fingers, lips, and hair; my senses were assailed by wave after wave of differing textures and sensations.

I can still remember that hard cold marble against my back as I writhed in joyful abandon. Sobbing and screaming for release, my senses overwhelmed, as my body surrendered to its needs.

Eventually, as my heart raced and lights danced before my eyes, she slowly lowered my aching legs.

I could feel the wetness of my cum against my skin as my thighs came to lay in the juices that had poured from my core.

Margaret knelt before me, a satisfied smile on her cum smeared face.

As my breathing evened out, I leaned forward to kiss her hard on the lips. She tasted of Brandy and cum, my cum. An intoxicating, hedonistic mix.

Moving between those saffron-clad thighs, I pushed her knees apart.

Margaret leaned back, resting on her elbows. I made as if to dip my head toward her pussy. The air was heavy with sex.

I watched her eyes close in expectation, and instead of the expected kiss, she received a sharp slap across her glistening mound.

Her eyes shot open as she squealed in shock.

I smiled and slipped a finger deep between her stinging lips.

Quickly I added a second and then a third finger, filling her cunt and massaging those sensitized lips.

It took just moments for the pain to fade into deep intense pleasure. Her cries echoed from the ornate ceiling.

Margaret had taken time to break me; I did no such thing. My fingers were a blur as I fucked her.

This was just the warm-up. The main feature was waiting in the wings. Well, in truth, in the bedside drawer.

Hips bucking, face and neck red and blotchy, Margaret shuddered and moaned.

Hot, slick cum engulfed my hand as she surrendered her body to me.

Leaving my quarry prostrate upon the thick pile rug, I went to the bathroom.

Standing at the bathroom mirror, wiping sweat and cum from my face, I couldn't help a look of smug satisfaction from crossing my face. What had started as a quiet evening, dinner, and drinks for one and maybe, well, almost certainly a long hard frig had turned into a delightful encounter with a worthy lover.

I collected two bottles of cold mineral water from the minibar and offered one to her, smiling broadly. She twisted the top free before downing half the bottle in one long draught.

"Veronique, you are a skilled lover, and this is just what I wanted"

"Oh, but Margaret, we have barely started. If you would be so good as to move over here, we will continue.

She stood and moved to join me at the chair.

My hands slipped around her waist as our lips resumed our duel.

Tongues entwined, we teased each other, nails scratched and squeezed nipples, fingers raked still sensitive clits.

When I judged the time to be right, I stepped back and produced my stout feel doe. It gleamed with a black wet look and was extra thick.

I nodded toward the armchair, and with a smile, Margaret moved to lean over the back. As I had anticipated, her heeled boots ensured that her ass was at just the right height.

One end slipped between my lips with practised ease, and all those Kegel exercises would ensure that my cunt held the phallus firmly in place.

Nudging her thighs apart, I allowed the other tip to graze her lips. Already swollen with desire, they parted, allowing a trickle of shiny cum to run out and down her thigh.

"Veronique, fuck me. Fuck me now!" Margaret was almost panting as she spoke. Without further delay, I pushed my hips forward, spearing her wet fruit with the thick phallus.

Usually, I would start slowly, allowing my lover to adjust to the intrusion, but Margaret was already rocking her hips, eager for more.

On my second stroke, I bottomed out, feeling my cunt against her loins as I filled her. I knew the thick black dildo would be stretching her.

There we were on a dark moonless night. I could hear the wind outside our window, even over Margaret's ever-increasing whimpering and moaning.

Looking toward the dark square that was our window, I could see my image reflected as I drove the dildo home.

I thrust with long, firm strokes, lifting onto my toes every so often to change the angle, to hit all her sensitive spots.

I have never seen a woman get so wet. Cum was literally flowing from her cunt with every out stroke.

Margaret was putty in my hands. I had regained my dominance. This was adding to my arousal.

That thick bulb was hard against my cunt walls and looking down, I could see my hardened nipples as my breasts bounced.

I had no time to toy with my prey. I needed to take her before my body betrayed me with its own needs.

My thighs slapped against her ass as I sought her surrender. Margaret had cum several times already that evening, and she was a worthy lover.

Finally, her moaning pitched to a scream as her body became rigid with spasms of pleasure.

My dominance confirmed I allowed myself to cum. Pulling the bulb from my cunt I sprayed my juices over the bare ass before me.

You might say I was marking my territory.

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I woke the next morning to the incredible sensation of having my cunt licked. There really is nothing like it, especially when the licker is a highly skilled woman.

Don't get me wrong, if a guy is willing to tickle the honeypot, I won't say no, but girls know what girls need. They have the owner's guide.

Margaret was a virtuoso cunt licker. She could roll her tongue, stiffen it, and get it far inside of me. In no time at all, I was dissolving into the sheets, imploring her to fuck me harder.

It was as I urged Margaret to finger my ass that the maid walked in.

I must confess that my legs were clamping Margaret's head firmly between my thighs whilst my eyes were clenched tightly shut as I shrieked for more. So whilst it was possible that the maid did knock loudly and announce herself as she later claimed, it's no great surprise that we failed to notice her arrival.

When we noticed her standing there frozen, frozen like a rabbit in a car's headlights before she started to back slowly toward the door, whilst a stream of barely audible apologies tripped from her lips.

I glanced at Margaret with a smirk, which she returned, and the unspoken question was, could we turn this awkward moment to our benefit.

The maid was young and trim, probably a college girl with a Saturday or holiday job to help further her grant.

"You there, what do you think you're doing barging into my room unannounced!" I barked at the girl, eager to keep her off balance.

"Sorry, Ma'am, very sorry," she stuttered in response, her eyes fixing on Margaret as her cum smeared face appeared from between my thighs.

"Don't they teach you to knock at this hotel?" Margaret snapped at her, all the time rolling over to expose her wet cunt.

"Yes ma'am, they do ma'am, I did ma'am." the poor girl babbled, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

I decided to make my play, "Well, young lady, you've spoilt our moment, and I think it only right you fix what you've broken."

The girl just stared, her mouth moving, but the words did not come out.

"You heard my friend, get over here, girl and lose that awful fucking uniform," snapped Margaret, keeping the pressure up.

Slowly the girl moved toward the bed, a strange look of trepidation and excitement crossing her face.

She stopped beside the bed and started to fumble with her uniform's buttons, a shapeless pink nylon smock.

"Oh, for fuck sake," I growled out, not wanting her to change her mind.

She visibly steeled herself for what was to come and popped the buttons before slipping out of the hideous pink garment with a deep breath.

I was delighted to see a taught flat stomach and a nice pair of firm mid-size tits. She was a lovely fit young lady.

Her underwear was cheap, greying white cotton panties and bra, and coarse opaque tights.

I snapped my fingers, and with the slightest of hesitation, she pulled the bra over her head.

Shapeless and unwired, it squashed her breasts before releasing them to jut firmly from her torso. Her nipples were dark and rigid.

Moments later, her hands tugged the tights and panties down in a tangle to reveal a neat little pussy trimmed in tightly clipped black fur.

Margaret and I sat surveying our prey. She responded by standing straight, spreading her legs a little and clasping her hands behind her back as if presenting herself for sports class.

"You Girl, what's your name?"

"Linda ma'am," came the shaky reply.

"Well, Linda, we need to see what you've got, so turn around and face the wall," I instructed

Pink with shame, Linda slowly turned to face away from us. I admired her taut calves and thighs.

Margaret caught my eye and licked her lips with exaggerated pleasure.

"Now bend and touch your toes," I added.

Linda bent forward and, in doing so, spread her feet a little. Her legs parted along with her firm ass cheeks, and we could see her swollen pussy lips and the tight little pucker of her ass.

Margaret moved to the edge of the bed, her full breasts jiggling as she moved. Her hands moved to stroke the young girl's ass cheeks.

Linda flinched at her touch, and immediately Margaret slapped her firmly across each cheek.

"Did I tell you to move?" her voice snapped loudly in the quiet of the room.

"No, Ma'am," the girl whispered, and I saw her hands move to grip her ankles to prevent herself from moving should another blow warm her cheeks.

I joined Margaret at the bed's edge and cupped her breasts, letting my fingers trap and squeeze her hard nubby nipples.

My mouth muffled Margaret's gasps of pleasure as it enveloped hers for a long hard kiss.

Turning back to the still immobile Linda, I admired the two red handprints that now decorated her cheeks.

Leaning forward, I allowed my lips to skirt over the surface of her ass before gently kissing the soft pink skin.

The girl shuddered but held still.

My fingers traced the divide between her cheeks, lightly pressing that tight brown pucker before moving down to dip into the warm wetness of her pussy.

Linda's breath escaped in a sharp hiss as her body quivered, but she remained bent over. Obviously, this girl had experience of discipline.

"Turn around and place your hands on your head," I told her. She complied without hesitation.

Her mons was full and prominent, the covering of dense, jet black hair was heavily trimmed and dripping wet.

I locked eyes with Linda as I hooked a finger through her pussy. Her lips parted readily, and my finger reappeared glistening with her secretions.

Still holding her gaze, I moved my finger up to her face. She needed no further bidding, ducking forward to run her tongue around my finger before sucking it fully into her mouth.

I could feel her tongue as she cleaned every drop of her cum from my finger.

Now Margaret took her turn, standing she moved to suck hard on each of those dark stubby nipples, her teeth gripping and tugging the tender teenage flesh.

"Ooooh!" the girl whimpered but held her position.

"I think she liked that Margaret; I think our girl likes a little pain."

Gripping both nipples between thumb and forefinger, Margaret stretched and twisted them.

Again, Linda allowed her breath to escape in sharply controlled hisses but showed no signs of wanting us to stop.

I inhaled deeply. The air was now ripe with this young girl's arousal.

Margaret, never Maggie, she had told me the evening before, had moved to her handbag and was unzipping a side pouch.

Returning to the bed, she opened her palm to reveal a pair of chrome nipple clamps. Unlike the ones I had used before, which were fashioned like a stiff tweezer, these were heavy metal rings with adjustable plates that screwed down from either side. Each plate was textured to grip, and the clamps were large and heavy.

"Keep still," she instructed before putting the first clamp in place.

Linda's large nipple was quickly snagged between the plates as Margaret tightened the pressure.

I could feel my cunt start to drip as I watched the flesh squash down.

Linda was silent, but I could see her breathing deeply. A light sheen of sweat had formed on her face as her upper body fought to stay still, hands-on head whilst handling the pain of the clamp.

As Margaret moved to her second breast, I decided that she needed some distraction.

I started to trace circles around the girl's clit. Like her nipples, it was large and stubby.

The image of my bright red nail polish stark against her black fur remains with me still.

I still remember her deep groaning as I teased her hood back before blowing cool air across her exposed nub of nerves.

Margaret stepped things up; gripping the girl's topknot, she pulled her head, bending her forward, making her large breasts bare the full weight of those wicked nipple rings.

Without warning, Linda howled loudly as her body spasmed. A warm spray of slick fluid soaked my hand.

"Oh Fuck, I've never seen that before," Margaret giggled like a schoolgirl with childish delight.

Linda now had the largest clit I had ever seen.

It almost seemed to quiver before my eyes. My red-tipped fingers resumed their rubbing, and Linda moaned and whimpered whilst her legs quaked.

I finally applied pressure to her nub, squashing it down.

With an ear-splitting scream, the young maid collapsed to the floor.

I watched as cum flooded from her cunt to coat her thighs.

"Oh, Fuck!" Margaret was sitting, one foot on the bed edge, frantically rubbing her pussy.

I slipped my fingers, still dripping with young Linda's cream to her mouth and fed them to her.

Her hand clamped between her thighs; Margaret sat rocking in silent orgasm as she sucked my fingers clean.

Withdrawing my fingers from Margaret's mouth, I slipped them between my sticky swollen folds.

I was now the only person not to have cum, and my cunt was throbbing with need.

My eyes settled on Linda, sitting, legs spread-eagled on the floor by the bed.

From mid-belly to lower thigh, her skin glinted with a sheen of sticky cum. Those firm globes of hers were drooping under the weight of the nipple clamps—her nipples were swollen and purple.

"Linda," I spoke quietly but firmly.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Move up here, I need to cum, and you are going to be my fuck toy."

Standing caused her tits to jiggle, and the weighted clamps took their toll. The young girl sucked in air and cupped her breasts to limit the discomfort.

As she moved to lay on the bed, I caught Margaret's eye, and she ran her fingers around the girl's swollen nubs before proclaiming, "Painful but no lasting damage."

With a leg on either side of Linda's face, I knelt upright, "I'm going to ride your face, and you, young lady, are going to lick and tongue fuck me into heaven, understand?"

With that, I slipped a few fingers into my cunt, to stir the pot and spread my juices before sinking onto the youngster's face.

That first touch of her warm, firm tongue against my sensitive and swollen lips took my breath away.

There was no hesitation, just one long firm lick, sending shockwaves to my core and unleashing a flood of warm cum.

I moved forward, rocking myself against Linda's pert little nose, relishing the pressure and the feelings it released.

Her tongue was digging deep inside of me, forcing my lips apart and probing my pleasure zones.

Liquid heat engulfed my loins; my cunt was throbbing as my pulse raced. Thick hot cum ran like lava from inside me as I squealed and moaned my pleasure.

Linda was working blind, her face wholly buried between my thighs, but I could feel her hands supporting my hips, her nails firmly raking my flanks, adding layer upon layer of sensation to my fucking.

Eventually, her hands cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me, pushing my gushing cunt hard against her nose and mouth.

I could hear her suck in air as she snatched an opportunity to fill her lungs.

By then, I was so close, and my vision was blurring with little explosions of white light.

Just as I hung on the edge of oblivion, Linda pushed a slickened finger deep inside my ass.

No forewarning, no playful pressure or loosening of my ring, just that finger thrust deep inside.

I bucked against that intruding digit, forcing my cunt hard against the youngster's face, feeling her tongue so deep inside of me before her teeth nipped my clit.

I can't describe the orgasm that followed. I screamed and shouted like a person possessed. My body went rigid before I collapsed over young Linda's face and had to be dragged off by Margaret.

I awoke, still on the bed and propped up against the pillows. My cunt ached most delightfully. I allowed my hands to roam my body, fingers gently tracing around my breasts, nipples, and pussy.

Everywhere was sore, but that good kind of sore, the sore that comes from a deeply rewarding fucking and my body was pulsing with endorphins.

Finally, I raised my head to look across the room in response to a barrage of grunting and squealing.

Linda was bent over the back of an armchair, her hands clutching her breasts as Margaret fucked her from behind.

I saw that the large black strappy which was originally intended for my pussy, but now it was being plunged deep inside the young maid who was squealing with every thrust.

"I'm close, Ma'am really close," she whimpered between squeals, but Margaret was shouting at her not to cum until she said so.

I took a tentative step from the bed and wobbled on jelly legs toward them.

I locked eyes with Margaret, and she withdrew the thick black dildo from the youngster's cunt, cum dripped from it splattering the wooden floor.

"Quickly, on the table." Margaret was panting with the exertion of fucking the youngster but still managed to speak with authority.

Linda quickly moved to comply, despite looking more than a little dazed.

Now she was draped across the same marble table that I had been so thoroughly fucked on the night before.

I knelt behind her head as Margaret moved between her legs.

Linda raised her legs, and I grasped her feet, opening her cunt for Margaret to fuck deep and hard.

In no time, she was again panting and pleading to be allowed to cum.

Margaret nodded, and as she drove that thick dildo home, I popped the releases on those nipple clamps.

Linda's hands flew to her sore, swollen nubs as fire engulfed them.

I kissed her forehead as her eyes glazed over as wave after wave of pleasure and pain fought to dominate her young body.

Clearly, pleasure won out as stream after stream of cum sprayed from her young cunt to splatter over Margaret's breasts.

Eventually, she calmed down enough that we could move her and place her on the bed, propped against the pillows as she had helped do for me.

Young Linda's cum had a sweet freshness to it. I know I was standing there licking Margaret's breasts and face clean when there was a knock at the suite door.

Margaret moved to answer the door, still naked, still cum splattered and still wearing that huge black strappy that bounced as she walked.

It was the housekeeping manager. Apparently, the maid for our floor could not be found, and other guests were complaining about the lack of service.

I must give the woman credit. Her eyes remained largely on Margaret's cum smeared face and barely dropped to the phallus. Although her cheeks did turn pink.

Cutting to the chase, she apologised for the delay in the room being made up and assured us that the offending staff member would be dismissed when located.

Whilst Margaret spoke to the manager, I had soaked a couple of washcloths in cold water and placed them over Linda's rather inflamed nipples before taking another cloth to wipe her face.

After a whispered conversation, we returned to the bed with a glass of iced water for the youngster and gently roused her from her post-coital nap.

Margaret gently finger-combed her hair, although it was matted with a blend of girl cum.

We thanked her for entering our arrangement, and slightly surprisingly, she hugged us both and thanked us for an incredible experience.

I then had to explain that she had probably, well, almost certainly lost her job.

She answered that she had just graduated from business school and was filling in time whilst looking for a career opening.

"I need a personal assistant to travel with me," I spoke without thinking, "I need a well-disciplined girl who knows how to take instruction," I added.

"I accept." the young lass responded, moving those cold cloths to bare her bruised nipples.

"And maybe I could borrow her from time to time," Margaret added with a giggle.

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