Lesbian Escort Service

"Lesbian Escort Service" by heyall

Full time college student. Sorority and politics club member. Weekend shifts at the hotel as a cocktail waitress.

That was Stephanie's life at the moment.

Chaos. An investment towards a bright future.

The hotel was one of those extravagant intercontinental types. One of the perks of the job, besides all the generous tips, was meeting people from all over the world. Occasionally, she'd overhear plans for multi-million dollar business deals or big political decisions being made.

One night, when her shift had ended, she found herself sitting across from a much older woman in the lounge after receiving an invitation. Stephanie normally turned down such requests, which she often received from older men, but this seemed far too interesting. Plus on a Sunday night at 1:27 am, a little company seemed nice.

"People call me Ms. Q," the woman said with a slight accent. "I'm grateful for your time. The manager tells me that you're also a full-time college student, so I applaud your strong work ethic."

Early 50's perhaps, Asian with a fairly dark complexion, immaculately dressed. This woman known as `Ms. Q' seemed like a low key successful businesswoman who normally should have been asleep by now.

That's what drew Stephanie towards this impromptu meeting. The mystery of it all.

"Thanks," Stephanie replied. "Yeah, it's a ton of work and I'm super busy. But hey, look around. This place is a beauty, so I can't complain."

Ms. Q stared at her deeply, with confidence. "That's true. We're all very lucky to be here. Do you mind if I tell you about myself?"

"Absolutely. You seem like a fascinating woman."

"Well, I certainly hope I'm fascinating to you. I'm originally from Burma, educated in Europe. I've inherited my father's import/export business, which I've run for the past decade. I enjoy mingling in various social circles around the world. I spend a lot of time doing charitable events. I also run an escort service. Was that fascinating enough for you?"

Stephanie nearly choked at that last part.

"Did you say..." Stephanie's voice trailed off.

"Yes. You heard me correctly. An escort service."

"Oh. Okay. Wow. That's not something I hear everyday. But okay."

Dumbfounded, Stephanie fluttered her eyelashes and tried to make sense of this. It was a conversation that went from 0-to-100 in no time. There was something charming and humorous about that.

"Do I still have your attention?" Ms. Q smiled.

Briefly checking the time, it was late into the night, but Stephanie still felt a buzz of energy from having finished her shift. More than anything, she was intrigued. This woman, whoever she was, was riveting. Stephanie was almost at the edge of her seat.

Stephanie nodded. "You still have my attention. Why not? I mean, I love hearing people's stories if they're any good."

"Fair enough. I won't bore you. I know it seems shocking, but I have to ask, do you happen to like Hispanic women by any chance?"

"Sure, they're beautiful," Stephanie replied. "I think all women are beautiful, frankly."

"I'm glad you think so, because a client of mine is a mature, sophisticated Hispanic woman in her prime years. She's been to this lounge a few times and she's interested in you."

Having served countless clients, many of them women, Stephanie wondered who this mystery woman might be.

"Can you tell me her name?" Stephanie asked.

"No names. Discretion is a must. Do I still have your interest so far?"

"That depends. What do you want?"

"I want you to eat the client's pussy," Ms. Q said gracefully.

Stephanie's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

No one had ever talked to her that way in her entire life. Especially from a classy looking woman, of all people.

"You heard me correctly. I never misspeak."

Although this was a shocking moment for Stephanie, it wasn't a total surprise either. She wasn't ignorant. It was somewhat of an open secret that there was a lot of adult-play going on at this hotel. She'd often see rich men with much younger women, who were clearly escorts.

She'd been approached several times too for casual sex. Sometimes a guy would offer to buy her a drink (even though she'd be serving drinks all night) and maybe slip her a note with a hotel room number on it.

But it was never this blunt. It was never this direct in asking for such an explicit sexual service. Especially coming from a highly-refined and intelligent Burmese woman who was thin and so very unassuming.

"I'm flattered you'd ask," Stephanie said, trying not to make things awkward. "But, you know..."

"Afraid to indulge?"

Stephanie broke out an awkward laugh, before stopping. "Sorry, you really caught me off guard. You look like a sweet lady, almost like a teacher I used to have growing up. No offense."

"That's a compliment," Ms. Q smiled. "My appearance is quite comforting to a lot of women. They trust me with their secrets and desires."

"Do you have a lot of clients that are women?"

"All my clients are women."

Stephanie was mildly taken aback. "I never would have guessed."

"The truth is, a lot of women are afraid to `come out,' so we simply offer a chance for self-discovery at their own discretion. Whatever type a woman wants, whatever fetish she wishes to explore, we provide it."

Underneath the table, Stephanie tried not to make it obvious that her toes were clenched inside her shoes, almost making her feet twirl.

"Just curious," Stephanie said. "What made you ask me? Do I give off certain vibes or something?"

Ms. Q gave a pleasant smile. "A client stated that she wanted you, or someone like you. As a businesswoman, it's my job to deliver."

"Someone like me?"

"Your energy and youth. Your body type and personality. The client finds you very desirable. She has been admiring you during her stay at this hotel."

Thinking back, Stephanie briefly reflected on her experiences interacting with women while on the job. They were all cordial and she couldn't remember an unseemly exchange.

Stephanie had to wonder, were other women sexually attracted to her as well?

Beyond the smiles, the small talk, the well wishes, she wondered if the women she served drinks to had wanted to eat her pussy. She knew there had to be more, if she was being realistic. It made her appreciate how well and how easily women can put on a facade of appearing one way in public, and having other intentions behind bedroom doors.

"It's late," Stephanie said, wanting to laugh this off. "I'm flattered by your offer, but it isn't for me. I've never done any of this before."

"Don't you want to be adventurous?" Ms. Q asked with an eyebrow raised.

Stephanie whispered, "In eating pussy?"

"It's a delicacy. I've heard she's delicious. You lick her pussy. Perhaps she'll lick yours. She really wants you."

There was a short pause between them.

"You know, I'm speechless."

Ms. Q pressed further. "Shall we discuss things further in my hotel room? I'm sure you'll appreciate the privacy."

"You keep assuming that I'm interested," Stephanie said.

"Of course you are. You're a young woman, beautiful, and overworked. Sex is the most natural stress reliever there is. Plus, you'll be paid generously."

"How much? Hypothetically speaking."

"5 grand. More, depending on how much she wants to tip."

Stephanie felt the air being sucked out of her lungs. The longer this conversation went on, the more likely it seemed that this would actually happen. The prospect of doing something so deviant was extremely exciting, although the hesitation still lingered.

"That sounds nice," Stephanie said. "But like I said, I've never, you know, licked a woman downstairs before. I'd be horrible at it, assuming I'd actually agree to it."

Ms. Q gave a suggestive expression. "I can teach you. Or perhaps the client can teach you. Many clients enjoy teaching subs how to perform. It's a powerful feeling to train someone for their first time."

"Subs?"

"Submissives."

The air squeezed out of Stephanie's lungs again and her face showed it. Her eyes nearly went wide. Submissive. It was a striking word that made her pussy turn wet. Her legs nearly crossed.

"You never mentioned that," Stephanie said.

"My apologies. Does it scare you?"

"It's... different."

"I know it adds another component to this," Ms. Q said. "Submission makes things spicier. It also makes things easier for a woman like you. There's nothing to think about. No fears or conflict. All you have to do is whatever the client wants."

There was almost a twisting feeling inside Stephanie's pussy. It made her legs cross even harder.

"I've never done anything like this before," she repeated breathlessly.

"I know. I know, darling. Why don't we compromise? We'll meet the client together. You can watch the client eat my pussy. Then, if you become more comfortable, you can join as the sub."

Flabbergasted, Stephanie was at a loss for words. She looked around the lounge. Other cocktail waitresses had begun their shift. The place was still mostly empty and a group of people had just come in for some drinks.

"So it's that simple," she said. "I follow you to the room and suddenly we all get kinky? Sounds like a porn movie."

"Sometimes real life is stranger than fiction. If you agree, I'll contact my client to confirm everything. We'll prep in my room. Then we'll go and have fun."

Almost on autopilot, Stephanie mouthed the word, `Yes.'

While things were being arranged and finalized, Stephanie went over to the front desk to get information from a colleague/friend of hers.

Identities were supposed to be secret, but she wanted to know who she was dealing with. Narrowing down the list of potential suspects, Stephanie was able to figure out who the client was based on the lounge tab being charged to the room.

As it turned out, the client was a high-level government official from a South American country, staying on a diplomatic mission for an ongoing trade negotiation.

It only filled Stephanie with more excitement over the prospect that she'd (potentially) be doing something so deviant with a powerful and highly respected woman. If there was ever a time to explore her sexuality, this would be it.

Using the elevator, Stephanie went to Ms. Q's room. After a knock, the door was opened and she entered. The room was in perfect condition. Nothing was wayward. Nothing was out of place. It was all neat, tidy, and orderly.

But on the bed, there was an assortment of revealing black undergarments. Stephanie could hardly bring herself to look. Though she did catch a glimpse of a gorgeous see-through bodysuit that was crotchless. She also noted a beautiful lacy push-up bra and panty set.

Ms. Q had already changed from her professional attire. Now, the elegant Burmese woman was barefoot and was only wearing a silk robe. Stephanie wondered if there was anything underneath.

"Thank you for coming," Ms. Q said, as they made themselves comfortable in the room.

"Do you normally pick up cocktail waitresses you've just met?"

"I typically have a group of women that work for me and I offer them jobs as they come along. But sometimes clients will choose particular women that they truly desire. Unlike men, some women have a certain type they want to play with and their mindset is focused on that like a laser beam."

Stephanie managed to relax. "It's still so weird hearing you talk like that. I mean, you're... you. You're so elegant. You remind me of my mother."

"Do I?" Ms. Q softly chuckled.

"In a way, yeah."

"Well, your mother -- however proper she is -- must have a sexual side somewhere, otherwise you wouldn't have been born. Am I right?"

Stephanie was silenced. "Yes."

"That's the law of nature. It's a myth that men are the most perverted, that they're the only ones who are sexual creatures. I provide a service that safely and discreetly allows professional women to explore."

"You definitely know what you want. I'm interested."

Ms. Q lifted an eyebrow. "Interested, in?"

"Eating pussy," Stephanie gulped. "Being a sub, but only for tonight."

"Now we're being more honest with each other."

"Keep in mind," Stephanie added. "I reserve the right to back out. I can't promise I'll be any good, and I can't promise that I'll be there the whole time. I don't want any hard feelings if I refuse."

"You're a lovely young woman. Of course that's okay."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"You'll keep the 5 grand as a flat fee if you act in good faith."

"This isn't about the money."

"I know, but it's principle," Ms. Q replied. "I run a tight business. Formalities must be followed."

"That makes sense."

"Well then, Stephanie, we have a client that's waiting. Shall we begin?"

Stephanie sucked in a breath. "Sure."

"We'll need to dress the part. How would you like to proceed? Shall we do it at the same time? Or should I go first?"

"Can you lead, if that's okay?"

"Very well."

With the utmost confidence, Ms. Q untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her skin tone was a dark shade of brown. She was slender and graceful, her skin looked soft and aged, and her breasts sagged. Her nipples were dark, black almost. There was a small patch of pubic hair.

The confidence emanating from this Burmese woman was incredible.

"You're beautiful," Stephanie said.

"Thank you, Stephanie. Watch this."

Heading to the bed, Ms. Q eyed the assortment of black undergarments which she had laid out earlier. She settled on a small bodysuit, which she wore as if she had done it thousands of times before. Not only was it crotchless (as Stephanie had noted when she entered the room), but it also had two holes on the chest, keeping those small breasts and dark nipples exposed.

Finishing things off, Ms. Q slipped her feet into a pair of open-toe heels that were on the floor.

"Your turn," Ms. Q said with great expectations.

"Sure, but I feel compelled to warn you that what you're about to witness may be a little chaotic and unladylike. Bear with me while I unleash my awesomeness."

Throwing caution to the wind, Stephanie went to work undoing her uniform. Whenever she wore it, she always did so with the utmost care. It was her job, after all, to look impeccable. Part of this current experience was to do the opposite of that. To give up control. To feel what it's like to surrender for women who'd know what to do.

Instead of neatly folding her clothes as usual, she instead let it fall to the floor. Each article of unbuttoned and unzipped clothing fell until she stood bare. Her pink nipples turned hard.

She kept her hands down so Ms. Q could take a good look, and it certainly seemed like the Burmese woman was interested in looking at everything.

"Perfection," Ms. Q said simply. "The client will be pleased."

"I hope so. This is the only body I have."

They stood there for several awkward seconds as Ms. Q eyed her body up and down. Stephanie felt her pink nipples harden as she was being admired.

"Well?" Stephanie finally said. "Am I supposed to go like this?"

"We have too much class to walk around naked. Stand in front of me and I'll prepare you."

Stephanie approached the bed. When they stood face-to-face, neither of them could help but get a good look at each other's chest. Both of their nipples had turned harder.

Like a doll, Stephanie was being dressed by the older woman. But by the looks of things, `dressed' was hardly a description either of them could actually use. For her top, Stephanie wore a see-through black bra. For her bottom, she wore black lace panties.

Around her neck, she was wearing a collar with a little bow tie on the front, with an actual leash attached to it. She was barefoot and there was nothing else.

"Is this all?" Stephanie asked, gesturing towards her pink nipples being visible through the thin bra.

Ms. Q gently held the leash. "You'll be fine. All you have to do is whatever the client commands."

Stephanie took in a breath. "What do I call the client?"

"Call her The Administrator," Ms. Q said, making final adjustments to Stephanie's barely-there outfit. "That's the secret name I've given her. Discretion is very important to her, given her governmental position. She will be masked."

"Understood," Stephanie replied, keeping to herself that she had secretly discovered the client's identity earlier.

"Come on. Let's go. She's waiting."

Giving a short tug of the leash, Stephanie was guided to the door and she walked behind Ms. Q.

"Wait," Stephanie said, stopping in her tracks. "Shouldn't we wear jackets or something?"

Ms. Q raised an eyebrow. "It's around 2 am. What are you afraid of?"

"Umm, being seen."

"The destination is right down the hall. Think of this as foreplay. It will help get you in the mood."

Ms. Q gave a gentle and playful tug of the leash, pulling Stephanie out into the hallway, barefoot in the see-through bra and panties set.

Walking down the hall, Stephanie's obvious fear was that they'd be caught. Although it was late into the night, there were still the occasional late arrivals and/or late night travelers. So far, the coast was clear.

Her eyes were focused on Ms. Q's sultry bodysuit and crotchless bottom, which was open in the ass area too. As it turned out, Ms. Q had a compact bottom which looked cute. The small dark butt cheeks swayed with each step.

The sight made Stephanie feel more at ease, like she wasn't alone in this exhibitionist journey. She had a partner in this. A mentor. They were in this together. And if they were caught, at least they'd be together.

But they weren't caught.

They made it to the gym area on that floor. According to gym hours, those facilities should have been closed. Instead, they were open. It must have been because of a special connection that Ms. Q had.

When they entered, Stephanie's feet went from feeling carpet beneath her toes, to the hard tile. They walked passed all the gym equipment towards the sauna area.

There was a moaning noise in the background:

"Oh god... that's it... you eat pussy so well."

Stephanie could hear it, but she couldn't see it. At least not yet. Around the corner was the sauna room. When she was lead inside, she saw something that shook her to the core.

A masked woman was sitting on the sauna bench. Naked. It was pretty clear that the woman was Hispanic based on her body type and dark skin (along with the fact that Stephanie knew that these women were on a diplomatic mission from a South American country). The mask was black and mostly it covered the upper part of the face, leaving the mouth area open and the hair laying free.

The woman was leaning back, with big dark nipples that were hard, and her legs were spread.

Between the woman's legs was a skinny blonde woman performing oral sex. It never stopped, not even as they entered the sauna. Stephanie wondered who this young blonde woman was. A colleague, perhaps? Who knows. There were certainly a few young blonde women who worked these hours. Surely Ms. Q could have recruited someone else that night.

At the other end of the sauna was the client.

A woman known as The Administrator. She wore the same black mask and her face was stoic, like she had done this before. Her body was much older than the other masked woman. She had a more voluptuous figure with bigger breasts and even bigger nipples that were also dark.

The Administrator cracked a small smile at the sight of Stephanie being brought there with a leash and barely anything on.

"You are a resourceful woman," the Administrator said with a beautiful and thick accent. "I don't know how you managed to pull this off."

Ms. Q replied, "I have my ways. This is Stephanie's first time playing with other women. She's open minded. She's willing to bend, but at a reasonable pace."

"That's fair. She's a dream."

"What do you like so far?" Ms. Q asked the client.

The Administrator thought for a moment, eyes going up and down. "Her pink nipples. Her face. She's such a sweet person."

"She is. I can give you a better look."

Stephanie stood still as Ms. Q gently pulled the front of her bra down, exposing those dainty pink nipples to the masked women who were there for secret sexual pleasure.

"Luscious," the Administrator said.

"What would you like next?"

"What are my options?"

"Let's start slow," Ms. Q said. "You can eat my pussy. Or I can eat yours. Afterwards, if she's ready, Stephanie will join in."

The Administrator gave a sweet smile. "I'd like to eat your pussy while Stephanie watches. Then I'll find something for her to do afterwards, if she's interested. I hope she is."

"Very well."

Stephanie was pulled towards the client using the leash, and the client kept her eyes on her the entire time, pleased that this was happening. They walked passed the other couple, who were still engaging in oral sex.

As the client sat still on the sauna bench, Ms. Q put one foot on the bench, leaving her pussy open from the crotchless area. Her labia was dark and inside looked pink and moist.

The Administrator licked her own lips, then Ms. Q's pussy.

This night was Stephanie's first time watching other people have oral sex in front of her, let alone these respectable women. This was the kind of thing she'd only see from online porn. From the looks of things, the Administrator was skilled and comfortable doing this, sucking and darting her tongue in and out of the hole. Stephanie wondered if this woman was bisexual or a pure lesbian.

She watched the masked client's face closely while the client ate pussy. Slowly but surely, she was starting to recognize this woman who had ordered drinks yesterday with other people from the diplomatic mission.

Stephanie recalled the client being all-business in the lounge, ordering some wine, showing no discernible sign of sexual interest. But that was a facade. Outwardly, this client was purely professional and worthy of a high-level government position. Inwardly, and behind closed doors late at night, this woman was a deviant who knew what she wanted.

Watching this pussy-licking unfold was a stomach churning thrill and Stephanie's pussy was so wet. She wondered what would happen next. At this point, she was ready for almost anything.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," Ms. Q said. "That's it. You make it feel so good."

The legs and fingers of Ms. Q eventually started to quiver. An orgasm was coming and the Administrator sucked and slurped even harder and faster, until the Burmese woman shivered and came.

When it was done, the Administrator gently pulled her mouth away from the pussy, with a trail of fluid connecting from her lips to the pussy. When the trail broke, it hung on her chin.

Afterwards, the Administrator turned her sights towards Stephanie, pulling on the leash to slowly pull her face downwards. Suddenly, Stephanie found herself mere inches away from the masked client, who had a wet mouth full of orgasm.

"Do you want to kiss me?" the Administrator asked.

Stephanie gulped. "Yes."

"Then kiss me."

Looking at the wet lips, Stephanie slowly inched towards the client. Their lips met. It was a wet kiss as expected. A tongue slipped and pried into her mouth and Stephanie was suddenly tasting saliva and orgasmic juices. It was still warm and fresh. Surprisingly delicious and sweet as well. Oh yes, she could get used to this.

A minute late, the client broke the wet tongue kiss, wanting the next step in the process. Stephanie stood upright and the Administrator had the most pleasant expression in her eyes and a smile on those wet lips.

"What would you like now?" Ms. Q asked the client. "It seems as though Stephanie has warmed to the situation."

"Is it true?" the Administrator graciously asked. "Have you warmed to this, Stephanie?"

Stephanie nodded. "I have."

"How did you feel watching?"

"Like my pussy is on fire," Stephanie replied, coming to terms.

"Rub your lips and show me how much you like it."

"Okay," Stephanie nodded.

She brought her two extended fingers to her mouth, before being stopped.

"No, no," the Administrator said, stopping her. "I meant your lips down below. Rub those lips, then show me."

Stephanie obliged, slipping her hand beneath her lace panties and rubbing her slit. All she needed was one rub, but she gave a few extra to put on a show, and she lifted her hand. She showed the women the tips of her two fingers.

Wet.

"Very sexy," the Administrator said with a seductive accent. "You are so beautiful, Stephanie. Your face, your nipples, that wet pussy. I love your voice, too."

"Thank you. I think you're very beautiful as well."

"Do you find me sexually attractive?"

"Yes."

"Do you like my dark nipples?" the Administrator asked. "Have you ever sucked on nipples before?"

"Just my own."

"I want both of you to suck my nipples. Then Stephanie, I want you to eat my pussy, while Ms. Q eats yours."

"I can do that."

Although she said it, the truth was, she was unsure if she'd be any good. Her pulse was racing and she was intimidated by these women and their experience.

The Administrator pulled on the leash. "Start sucking."

Bending over, Stephanie brought her mouth towards the big dark nipple and Ms. Q did the same on the other side. Together, they nursed on each tit. It was a large nipple and sucking it was a great pleasure. She looked over to Ms. Q who was sucking hard and even stretching the nipple orally. Stephanie did it the same manner, sucking hard and stretching the dark nipple.

She heard the client moan and it filled her with a perverse joy that she was doing this right. It only made her suck stronger and pull even more. This went on for several minutes and occasionally she'd look up to see the client with eyes closed, loving this.

Feeling a pat on the back of her head, Stephanie pulled her mouth away from the nipple, as did Ms. Q.

"Now for my pussy," the Administrator said. "I like being serviced in a particular way. It's easy, I'll show you."

The client briefly stood and laid a towel across the bench to make things more comfortable. The client sat down on the bench again, on the spread towel, but this time she leaned all the way back. The client's head was leaned against the wall and her feet were up on the bench, curving her body and making the folds of her stomach show.

Most striking of all was the easy access to the client's pussy. It was pink and glorious. Wet and aroused. The lips were dark and the clitoris was hard.

"On your knees," the Administrator said while opening her legs further. "Take a good look, then give it a good kiss. I love first-timers like you. I swear this will be life changing."

Stephanie got down on her knees and saw the client's toes hanging over the edge of the bench and towel. She looked at the pussy more closely this time. She could have sworn that it became even wetter. An even closer inspection and she saw the tunnel inside the pussy.

The Administrator ordered, "Use your hands to hold onto me. Either grab my hips or spread my pussy wider if you'd like. Your choice."

Looking at it, the pussy was spread wide enough. Stephanie wrapped her delicate fingers around the client's hips to get a good grip. In a few seconds she'd be diving in. Why not? She had already come this far.

"What do you think?" the Administrator asked.

Stephanie looked deeply into the pussy. "I think we're about to be emotionally connected forever."

The Administrator laughed. "Lick my lips. Up and down. Stroke it like a painter. Create your masterpiece on my lips."

Taking the plunge, Stephanie extended her tongue and licked up and down. The skin felt so soft and she felt it respond right away. Every stroke of her tongue caused a pulsing reaction from the beautiful client. She kept going and repeated the simple process.

"Now attack my clit. Circle your tongue around it."

Stephanie obliged and licked the clitoris. It was hard, yet the skin was soft. She had to admire how stiff the client was. It was an intense form of arousal and Stephanie knew she was providing an amazing relief for someone desperate for it. She kept on licking and circled her tongue around the hardness.

"Now for the best part," the Administrator said. "Dive your tongue into me. Go ahead, take the plunge. I've been told that I taste succulent. Here's your chance to experience it."

Looking the masked woman in the eyes, Stephanie summoned her inner-confidence. Taking the plunge, with their eyes still locked, Stephanie stuck her tongue out and put it inside the pussy, making the client's entire body squirm. The client moaned and her lips shivered.

She knew she was on the proper path. She also knew that the client was right, this pussy was `succulent' and truly delicious. The flavor was unique with a lovely consistency. Stephanie had only tasted her own pussy a few times in her life; this was more flavorful.

Diving in deeper, Stephanie plunged her tongue for more of that flavor and thankfully it seemed like a fountain. The juices were never-ending. Each time she dug her tongue inside, at any angle or direction, the pussy only secreted more of that heavenly flavor. And the more she licked, the more the client would moan and squirm.

"You are an angel," the Administrator whispered. "Take me to heaven."

Their eyes remained locked and Stephanie's mouth became so filled with nectar that she had to start gulping and swallowing, to prevent herself from gagging on it. She repeated the process. Licking, sucking, swallowing. She was devouring more of the juices.

While she tried to focus on that, she felt the bottom of her panties being pulled aside. Ms. Q was going to eat her pussy and Stephanie was excited to be eaten by a respectable woman for the first time in her life.

The Burmese woman used the same process; stroking the lips with her tongue, attacking the hard clitoris, and plunging her tongue. Stephanie was now being eaten while she ate the client's pussy. The three of them were officially engaged in lesbian group sex.

Looking the client in the eyes, Stephanie could see that the Administrator was grinning while watching this episode. It was the exact perversion the client had paid for. Using Stephanie. Making Stephanie a lesbian submissive who did what she was told. Sharing these sexual experiences with others.

"You're doing so well," the Administrator said with great amusement. "I'm going to cum soon. Will you?"

Stephanie grunted, "Mmm Hmm."

"Good girl. Cum. I want to taste yours after. I want you to taste mine."

Stephanie felt curious to see what her cum would taste like. She kept on digging with her tongue. Licking and sucking for more.

As it turned out, Stephanie would be the one to cum first. Ms. Q was really working her pussy with tongue, lips, and fingers. Stephanie felt an intense pressure in her lower body that rippled through her being and she came into Ms. Q's mouth, who gladly slurped it all up and devoured everything.

Stephanie's tongue slipped out of the client's pussy during the orgasm, and she felt no choice but to rest her face against the open and wet pussy.

Picking the slack, the client rubbed her own clitoris, furiously, while Stephanie's face was so near.

"Open your mouth," the Administrator hissed. "Swallow my cum, my beautiful little angel."

It felt endearing to be called such a sweet name, even during the deviant sex act. Stephanie opened her mouth and pressed it against the client's pussy again. A stream of squirt shot into her mouth and the taste was something she'd never forget.

Her mouth was filled by the steady stream, along with the subsequent smaller streams, and she gulped everything down. She licked her lips at the end of it, but her lips were still very wet.

When it was done, Stephanie was shell-shocked. She had done it. They were all so very close to each other now.

The Administrator smiled. "Marvelous. You were a dream. I'll cherish this forever. Maybe we'll meet again, I hope so. In the meantime, I need to rest. I have an important meeting tomorrow."

"Thank you," Stephanie squeaked.

"Will you do me a favor and let me taste your orgasm first? Bring your pussy to my mouth, my darling sweet angel."

Ms. Q gave her bottom a soft pat and Stephanie stood up and approached the bench. Putting one leg on the bench, Stephanie parted her panties and exposed her pussy to the client, who eagerly lapped up the remnants of orgasm across her pussy. It felt divine. On that night, her pussy had been licked by two amazing women.

When she had enough, the client put the panties back in the proper place and gave a gentle rub on the fabric.

"Kiss me before you go," the Administrator said.

"It's the very least I can do for a client. And a lover. You've trained me well."

Bending down, Stephanie kissed the masked woman, and once again, their mouths swapped saliva and orgasm. A tongue kiss like this, so wet and deviant, was unmatched.

The kiss ended and Ms. Q gave a gentle tug on the leash. It was time to go and they said their final words for the night.

Turning to leave, Stephanie saw the other women in the sauna. The masked woman was laying back after watching the group sex action unfold. Her pussy was wide open from having just been pleasured to orgasm.

The young blonde on her knees was a fellow employee at this hotel. Stephanie's face turned beet red with shame, so did the fellow submissive. Neither of them said a word to each other, and she wondered if they ever would, or if they'd keep this a secret forever.

Walking barefoot on the hallway carpet, Stephanie felt much different this time. Her lips were still buzzing and her pussy was still euphoric. She felt more like a woman now than ever before. She had just done something so personal amongst the company of respectable ladies of high class and sophistication.

It was probably almost 3 am when she was being led down the hall and she figured her chances of being caught were virtually non-existent.

She was wrong.

The elevator door opened and a husband and wife couple were returning to their room from god-knows-where. Everyone seemed to freeze, except for the ultra experienced Ms. Q, who continued leading her back to the room.

With jaws dropped, the couple was stunned to see the Burmese woman's dark nipples and pussy exposed from the bodysuit. Their eyes also lingered on the leash that Stephanie was being led by. Ms. Q didn't bother to stop, only giving a quick and polite `hello' to the married couple.

As they passed them by, the wife gave a small smile to Stephanie. It occurred to Stephanie that she knew these people. She had served them drinks just the night before.

Was the secret out?

The End

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