The Visitor Returns

"Hello, can I help you?" I said calmly, slowly, taking in her reaction.

"Hi, my name is Elena and I'm from hotel management," she said quickly, rushing through the introduction. "I received some complaints from some of your neighbors and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Everything is just fine, as you can see. I'm sorry if we got a little carried away," I had closed the door slightly, as I was not sure what her reaction would be if she saw Matilda. Just then, her blonde hair comes into view behind me.

"Mr. Visitor want's to know who's at the door," she said before I could do or say anything else.

"Matilda?" Elena's face grew red in seconds, and her nostrils began to dilate quickly, her hand balled into fists as she pushed herself into the room. I expected Elena to be surprised and a bit angry, but not to this extent.  I closed the door behind her, not sure what would happen, but not wanting an audience.

"What are you doing here having sex with a hotel guest? You need to leave right now!" Elena shouted, huffing through each word. "Listen, this was my idea. Plus, she is not on the clock; how can you fire her if this is not being done while she is working?" I told her, trying to abate the situation so that at least poor Matilda could keep her job.

"Don't tell me how to do my fucking job!" She hissed, her eyes piercing through me. By now, I had figured out that Elena was showing more anger than necessary over this. Something was wrong with her, and it had nothing to do with us. Plus, I was not going to let anyone talk to me that way. I walked up to Elena, now standing at the center of the room, Matilda next to the bed telling the Visitor what was going on, reassuring him that everything was okay, lifting his blindfold so that he could see what was happening.

"Look, I'm sorry for the noise we caused, but there is no need to be so rude. As for Matilda, you know that she is doing nothing wrong. She is doing something personal, and may I add pleasurable, after work." I kept my tone of voice level and steady, noticing how her face twitched at the word pleasurable. I stepped closer, my tone softer and slower. "Why are you really angry? I know it's not because you caught one of your employees having sex with a hotel guest."

"It is not your business what I've been through." She spat out the words through gritted teeth; but the gaze in her eyes softened a bit.

"Your eyes give you away," I said to her, almost to a whisper. In fact, her whole body gave her away. I was close now, close enough to smell the mint on her breath; the freesia and jasmine in her perfume mixing with small beads of sweat on her temple; to see the ticking of her jugular vein, the tweaking of her facial muscles as she struggles to stick to the facade she's created. I noticed no ring on her finger, no jewelry with signs of commitment. Her body involuntarily swayed with the blood rushing through her veins, her fists still by her side, not as tight as before. "I'm not sure what you've been through lately, but whatever it was it already happened; there is nothing, no matter how much you want it to, that is going to change that. Nothing can assure you that you won't get hurt again, or that whatever is bothering you is going to go away an instant; however, I can assure you that being angry only brings bitterness, and that no one can begin to be happy if you still hold on to that anger." I stepped closer; she didn't move back. I boldly reached out my right hand, collecting some her loose hairs in my fingers and gently curling them, smiling at her and looking directly in her hazel eyes.

"I also know you just can't get over the pain in an instant, and sometime you need to let out that rage, those emotions causing you to burst at the seams. There are not many outlets for releasing that tension. But I do know one," I said, walking slowly behind her, my lips at the her ears, her hair shivering in the wind of my whispers. "We may not be professionals, but if you're up for it, we can at least provide you with a distraction for the next few hours." Her eyes widened and her fists completely unfurled; the look of shock was quite honestly laughable. I had no idea how she would react, but I figured we really had nothing to lose; if she were to accept, it would add to the fun. If she rejects, we continue from where we left off.  I saw it as a win-win. "This is one of the few moments in life that come around, and if you don't take it now, it may never be available again."

"I can't do that," her face reddened again, but this time from embarrassment. "It would be wrong, and if someone finds out I can lose my job–""Listen," I interrupted, not wanting to lose the hold on her. "You may have thought of this, maybe not; but this is an opportunity you should not pass up. That man over there is helpless; he is there merely for our entertainment," I pointed at my tied up Visitor, his eyes intent on the scene unfolding in front of him. "And you are a person in need of entertaining if I ever saw one." She stood absolutely still, her shoulders lowering slightly. I grazed her hand to see how she would react; her fingers began to separate, tentatively trying to reach out to me. "This is not a time to think logically. Right now, you should think about how sexy you are," I began to caress her arm, exposed by the satin short sleeve blouse. "How your hair smells like passion fruit and strawberries, and that your skin feels like newly blossomed rose petals." I was placed between her shoulder blades, her ample bottom pressed against my pelvis, my hands wrapped around her, unbuttoning her blouse. Matilda saw her cue and walked over to us, lowering to her knees at the feet of Elena, kissing her silky stomach, caressing her bare legs.I ran my hands over the mounds of her breast, her pert nipples exposing themselves under the tight confines of her bra. "I can't, I can't…" she began to say, but when I pinched her nipples, the words wielded into a moan, leaning herself further into me. Matilda's hands crept up to knead her breasts, and I attended to her skirt. Such a pretty thing it was, covered in lace detail, fitting snugly against her lower body. I made a trail of kisses from the clear space between her shoulder blades, pausing for a mere second at the zipper. My trail continued as I pulled the zipper down slowly, kissing the transparent black thong, down to where the zipper stopped at the base of her soft ass. It was wonderfully buoyant and firm, covered in minuscule bumps, her skin electrified by my kisses and Matilda's touches. I slid her skirt down, creating more ripples on her skin. Still covering her in kisses, I hooked my fingers onto the thong, rolling it down her legs removing her from her small pile of clothing, rising to remove her bra next. Matilda used her tongue, kissing the inside of her thighs, of her pelvis, licking her labia, encouraging her to open up and take her tongue in, a gift from her employee.

I pinched her bare nipples, rolling them softly between my fingers, and pulling them until she yelped and grabbed my fingers, trying to pry them feebly from their grasp, always giving up as she let them fall to her side. I walk around her, facing her now, lowered my face and took the whole of her areola into my mouth, swiping my tongue around her nipple, taking it between my teeth and using my tongue to flick it, simulating on her breast what Matilda was doing to her pussy. My own cunt was dripping from touching her, savoring her. I took my my hand and encircled it to the back of her neck, clawing a handful of her hair, and pulling back slightly, arching her back to me, quickly sucking at her breast, letting it go, watching it bounce back to position. I stepped in, hovering over Matilda, now giving her two pussies to enjoy as I pulled Elena by her hair to me, lips meeting lips for the first time.

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