せいしていきょうをオネガイスルおんなにきぼうを与えるみる

It was a mundane evening at the Serenity Hotel when the unexpected happened. The hotel manager, Mr. Tanaka, was going through his routine rounds after a long day of overseeing the operations. The Serenity was known for its pristine cleanliness and efficient staff, qualities that helped it maintain a sterling reputation among its frequent guests. Mr. Tanaka was particularly proud of these aspects, as he had invested years of his life into ensuring everything ran smoothly.

As he made his way down the hotel’s opulent hallway, a peculiar sight caught his eye. Two women were engaged in a heated conversation just outside one of the hotel rooms. They appeared to be guests, dressed in skimpy negligees that left little to the imagination. The hotel manager’s curiosity piqued, he inched closer, ready to intervene if necessary.

The conversation grew louder, and Mr. Tanaka could make out snippets. One of the women, a busty brunette with curves that seemed to defy gravity, was berating the other. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a woman, Yumi!” she growled, jabbing a finger at the petite Asian woman. “Mike left me for you, and look at you now – simpering like some love-struck schoolgirl.”

Yumi, to her credit, held her ground even as her face flushed with embarrassment. “I never meant for this to happen, Aiko. You know that.”

Aiko let out a derisive laugh. “Spare me the crocodile tears. You’ve wanted him since the day he first laid eyes on you.”

Upset, Yumi turned to storm off, but Aiko grabbed her arm. “What are you running from? Let’s settle this, woman to woman.”

Mr. Tanaka cleared his throat, startling the two bickering women. Aiko and Yumi turned to regard him, their faces flushed with anger and humiliation. “Ladies,” he greeted, his tone polite yet firm, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I’m afraid I must insist that you take this dispute somewhere more… private.” He gestured towards the hotel room from which they had emerged.

Aiko smirked, her hand still clenched around Yumi’s bicep. “Of course, Mr. Tanaka. We wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would we?” She dragged the reluctant Yumi into the room, Mr. Tanaka following close behind.

The hotel manager was taken aback by the lavish furnishings of the room – a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi, and all the trappings of luxury one could desire. And scattered about the bed were props that made him think the women had been engaged in a rather explicit game.

Aiko roughly pushed Yumi onto the bed and turned to face Mr. Tanaka. “You’re a pervert, aren’t you?” she asked abruptly. “The way you were staring at our fight, I could tell you were aroused.”

Mr. Tanaka stammered, his face turning red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to ensure order is kept.”

Aiko laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down the older man’s spine. “Oh, I think we both know what I’m talking about. You’re turned on by us, aren’t you?” She sashayed closer to him, her negligee riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. “I can see it in your pants.”

Mr. Tanaka swallowed hard, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. This was highly inappropriate, and yet…he couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through him at her boldness. His eyes darted to Yumi, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Aiko traced a finger down Mr. Tanaka’s chest, her nail sharp against his shirt. “You can join in, you know. Yumi and I were in the middle of a game when you so rudely interrupted.” Her hand dipped lower, brushing against the bulge in his pants. “I can tell you want to. Be a good boy and come closer.”

Mr. Tanaka felt his resolve crumbling under her touch. He glanced at Yumi again, who had sat up on the bed, her own negligee riding up to reveal the swell of her breasts. She bit her lip, a silent invitation.

“Please, Mr. Tanaka,” Yumi spoke up, her voice breathy. “We need a man like you to settle this. To make us feel good.”

With a groan, Mr. Tanaka yielded to temptation. His hands reached for Aiko’s waist, grinding against her. “This is wrong,” he muttered, even as his lips found hers in a searing kiss.

Aiko kissed him back fiercely, her tongue probing his mouth. She reached down to fumble with his belt, freeing his erection. Wasting no time, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over him, her wetness brushing against his tip.

Mr. Tanaka gasped as she sank down onto him, her velvety walls enveloping him. Yumi crawled over to join them, her hands roaming Mr. Tanaka’s chest. She pushed Aiko up, moving in to take her place. The hotel manager groaned as Yumi’s smaller form worked him, her body still tight from disuse.

Aiko watched them, stroking herself with languid movements. She beckoned Mr. Tanaka closer, her other hand clawing at his chest. “Harder,” she hissed, grinding against her own fingers. “Fuck her harder, make her scream.”

Mr. Tanaka complied, his hips snapping up to meet Yumi’s. Her breathy moans filled the room, mixing with Aiko’s sultry grunts and the wet sounds of their coupling. The hotel manager lost himself in the pleasure, all thoughts of proprietyvanishing from his mind.

As Yumi cried out in release, her walls pulsing around him, Mr. Tanaka spilled into her. Aiko watched them come undone, her own fingers bringing her to a shuddering orgasm.

In the aftermath, the three lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin. Aiko broke the silence first, her voice lazy with satisfaction. “So, Mr. Tanaka, think you can handle more?” She tilted her hips, grinding against his spent cock. “We’re just getting started.”