[Fiction] The Luxurious

[AnalAriana]

This gets a solid 12 out of 10 and no worries nothing you write is a disappointment

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I have other plans in the immediate future. That, I don't talk about.

Ultimately, getting back to that one night with Monica and Miss Kaya, I can draw a lot of parallels between that and what happened that day with Hala. The main difference is how I handled it. When you're fifteen, you don't have any sexual maturity, no matter how many times you've fucked. I'm now twenty and I have a lot more experience under my belt. It's the only reason why this arrangement with my staff (and sometimes guests) works - I'm always in control.

Monica, that night, took control away from me and Miss Kaya. She turned us into playthings, sextoys. Don't get me wrong. We fucked and we liked it, but it broke us - that togetherness we had.

We both showed up in Monica's room and she had us strip naked. She gave me some Viagra - she wanted to make sure I would remain as hard as possible for as long as possible. She forced us to have sex with each other until I came inside her. Then, she forced me to eat my own cum out of her sex. Because I was still hard, she tied Miss Kaya to the side of the bed and then Monica rode me on her bed until she came twice. She had me pound into her doggystyle while Miss Kaya watched. When I was about to come a second time, Monica had me spraypaint Miss Kaya's face. She took pictures too. Then, Monica tied me up beside the bed and performed a 69 with Miss Kaya. Since I was still hard after that, Monica got me to fuck Miss Kaya again. My third load I emptied into Monica, who swapped places with Miss Kaya at the last moment.

I was drained and exhausted. We all were. We all fell asleep in her bed.

The next morning, however, did not go as Monica had planned. In fact, she hadn't actually planned anything. It just happened.

There was an inquiry about the incident. The girls that had found us in bed together the next morning were not aware of my situation or arrangement. It made a mess for everyone. Monica and I were expelled almost instantly. I know Miss Kaya lost her job because of it. My father was so mad at me that he almost disowned me. That's when we first had our very long talk about my future, about what I wanted to do and how I could avoid staining our family name.

That's when I took the name Melody.

This chapter draws to a close, but before I end it, I want to share a last bit of knowledge that's relevant to this.

First off, it wasn't the last time I saw Miss Kaya. There was another moment, the following summer, where we crossed paths. I'll get to that eventually.

But more than that, I had learned a valuable lesson about control, and I've hinted at this many times. It was actually my father who best summed it up. We've never been close, but our professional relationship, at least, has proven to be beneficial to both of us. In the days following my expulsion, even as he kept screaming at me, eventually, his tone became more reasonable and he began speaking as a father would, perhaps the only occurence of that in our entire relationship.

"Ashara," he told me, "you didn't choose to have this body. You could change it but I know you don't want to. You did choose to... be with people. That's on you. Everything that you do is on you. The mistake you made is the mistake everyone makes at your age. You think you're invulnerable. You're not. You didn't account for anyone's actions but your own. That's why you can't ever let your guard down. You need to always be in control... I don't expect you to stop... having sex. I don't think you will, and it would serve no purpose to lock you in. There is already enough resentment. But if you want to be part of this family business - if you want me to support your schooling - then nothing of what you do under the sheets must impact the perception others have of you. On the surface, you need to be beyond reproach. Do you understand?"

I did understand. That's why that there are no ambiguities in my contracts with my employees. That's why it's all in the open, and that's why there are some people whom I never hired - because they didn't to be part of my world.

Whoever is, however, certainly gets to enjoy all of its benefits. And I don't mind being called a slut. I fully acknowledge my actions, as my father always wanted me to.

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End of Chapter 3
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Next: Chapter 4 - Sleeping in Someone Else's Bed

[AnalAriana]

hope it won't be long till chapter 4 gets posted

[iceman713]

I really hope this story isn't done. it showed so much potential

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[Thanks for your patience. Hopefully, I still have some readers interested in what comes next.]

By the time I'm done with this story, I hope to have introduced you to every single person in my staff. You may wonder why that's important to me. My staff are my favorite accomplishment - more specifically, the truly unique nature of our agreement. Would you be able to convince twenty-one of your employees to let you fuck them, with everyone else being aware of it and not minding? It's a tricky proposition that is only maintained because I keep a tight leash on it. The fact that I fuck some of my customers is yet another complication in the affair.

Currently, my net has been cast on young arab visitor Hala, whose virginity I took and who is now enthralled on my person. Days prior to that, I also managed to fuck her mother, Ghada. But they are not the first customers to get my special treatment.

I only started working at the hotel a few months ago. Before that, I was in business school. That was another ballgame and I may definitely get into that in my narrative. Right now though, I'll start with Keena - the first guest who ever enjoyed a romp with me at my hotel. It had been a month since I had stepped in and started clearing out the old and bringing in the new. I still hadn't slept with everyone by then. When Keena walked in the front door, I immediately knew I wanted to fuck her. Seventeen years old. Dark-skinned, from Morocco. Athletic. A perfect physique from years of gymnastics. I was hard the moment she passed the door, harder as I watched her swim in the pool. I will admit that I spied on her in the changing room (I am legally a woman after all).

The question quickly came to know if I could seduce her. I began to flirt. She barely responded to my advances, at least as far as flirting back was concerned. She wasn't into girls at all, and I could hardly simply tell her I had a dick with which to please her. However, I quickly learned she wasn't a virgin. In fact, her boyfriend was coming in soon and she was looking forward to his presence. I could they had been physical from the way she talked about him. It put quite a damper on my parade but I wasn't known for giving up.

I managed to get a hidden camera into her room the day before he arrived. Then, I watched the fireworks. If I couldn't be part of the fun, I could at least enjoy its sight. And boy, did it deliver. The instant they were alone in the hotel room, they fucked. He pounded her some, and then some more. I was surprised - and somewhat pleased - when he took her anally as well. Her orgasms were divine, something from another world.

The first night after he had arrived, I had my first encounter with one of my chambermaids. Her name is Peloma, a 35-year old mother of two whose husband was beating her. As I was conducting my interviews with the staff to figure who would stay and who would go, I almost fired Peloma. She kept coming in late and finding excuses. It turned, it was her husband's fault. So I did what every responsible boss should do - I forced her to call the police on him. And she did. It took her a week or so but a brutal beating later, he was behind bars. And I have access to a lot of money. He got beat up pretty bad in jail. And then he left her alone - he's gone from her life. Convincing Peloma to sleep with me - at least once - wasn't a big deal after that. Except she wasn't sure. So I told her we'd watch porn to get her in the mood. And we did. And it worked. And she liked it.

The bottom line is that we emulated the scenes of Keena and her boyfriend fucking to a tee.

And then, it was Peloma who surprised me with her understanding of my situation.

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And then, it was Peloma who surprised me with her understanding of my situation.

We had just finished fucking, with my chambermaid indulging me with swallowing my cock and its offering just like in video. Afterwards, she climbed on top of me and smiled, quite content. I was still recovering when she stared back at the screen at the video playing in loop. Keena's boyfriend was currently fucking her from behind, about to swap to her ass. Peloma turned back to me.

"Those are guests..." she mumbled.

I didn't answer.

"How did you get a video of the two of them fucking?"

Again, I remained silent. Peloma gently wrapped her hand around my balls and squeezed likely. I moaned.

"Filmed them..." I blurted out.
"Naughty boss," Peloma replied.
"I know... can't help it."
"I don't judge."

She paused, staring back at the scene.

"Who are you in that fantasy? The girl or the boy?"
"Definitely the boy," I answered.

On the screen, the boyfriend pulled out, his impressive erection in full view for us to see. Peloma bit her lower lip.

"Now that's a dick I could go for. No complaints about yours, Melody," she added, "but damn!"
"I feel you," I answered.

Suddenly, everything became clear to me. I smiled, grabbing Peloma's head and pulling it towards mine, kissing her.

"Peloma, I want that pussy and you want that dick. I think we can make an arrangement."

My chambermaid stared at me and seemed intrigued - and interested. As a gesture of cooperation, her hand softly began to jerk me off. She laughed.

"Who knew I was so horny!" she replied through her smile.
"I suspected it."

A moment later, she got me hard again and climbed onto my shaft where I proceeded to fuck her a second time. And then, once we were done, we started hatching out a plan to get what we wanted. It didn't take long to organize things.

After that, it just became a matter of implementation and timing.

[iceman713]

First of all Interesting, Welcome back. Hope all is well. And second, damn....just damn. You haven't lost your touch one bit. Please keep up the good work

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After that, it just became a matter of implementation and timing.

It wasn't much of a plan, to be fair, nothing challenging enough to require too much subterfuge. We set it up the very next day. It started a little before noon with room service. Peloma delivered their meal to their room while I managed to place a call and summon Keena to the front desk. Although I didn't see it live, my camera was still in place so I watched Peloma's seduction act later on. Alone in the room with the boyfriend, Peloma used her charm and attributes to get him riled up, and it seemed to work. She exposed her breasts to him and allowed him to fondle her. It was enough to get him fully interested. Not knowing how much time they had before Keena returned, they made a date for the middle of the afternoon.

For several minutes, I entertained Keena as we talked about her daily routine. She was going to hit the swimming pool in the afternoon: I remembered the timing to plan accordingly.

Around two in the afternoon, Peloma intercepted her beau, dragging him into one of the empty rooms where they proceeded to fuck vigorously. I watched the scene live from my security station on the video, jerking off hard and recording the deed for posterity. I watched him devastate her holes with the energy of youth, all the while knowing his girlfriend was none the wiser. The cumshot on Peloma's breasts was magnificient, mirroring my own orgasm in the quiet of my office.

He was trapped.

I visited his girlfriend as she headed out of the pool, walking into the women's changing room to contemplate her naked splendor, unthreatening under my female forms. We didn't talk much. I intercepted Peloma (very pleased with her own encounter) as she was heading out and handed her a copy of the tape so she could watch her own exploits. Then, I carried out the next phase, delivering a copy of the tape discreetly to the man via a hired courier (all donc electonically), along with a message.

I tracked the boyfriend's reaction as he contemplated himself caught in the act of cheating. He read the accompanying message, defeated, unable to face up to his weakness. He would comply.

Around supper, his girlfriend asked him what was wrong. I watched them on live feed. He almost confessed but then explained he had a surprise for her in the evening. She looked pleased. He provided her with the instructions relevant to the 'surprise' and then left, telling her he would come back later. She seemed excited by what he told her. I watched her slowly get ready, putting on some sexy lingerie and set herself up on the bed. I watched her masturbate on the bed in anticipation of that 'surprise'.

Then, I waited for my cue in the other video feed. It happened exactly as planned, which meant it was time for me to act on it. Discreetly, I made my way to Keena's room, eager to get my own portion of the plan underway. Using my masterkey, I let myself in and found my prize in her bed, sexy little creature ready to be plundered, blindfolded and unaware that the presence in her room was not her regular lover.

I was going to own her body fully before the hour was done.

[iceman713]

As usual interesting, you continue to amaze me. Please keep up the good work

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I was going to own her body fully before the hour was done.

We enter a grey area in my sexual history, and with sexual encounters in general. I can't say I'm totally proud of what I did. I'm happy with how it turned out, and you'll see why in a moment. Having sex with someone and not telling them you're their partner is dubious at best. Even before I went at it, my mind was racing with elemental questions: what if she removes the blindfold and finds out it's not her boyfriend? What if she screams? What if she feels that it's not him? What if she chickens out and wants out? What happens after I'm done and she wants to cuddle?

Still, my hard-on was driving my thoughts so I couldn't very well hold back. I must say, I was smart about it, as smart as you can be anyway. I crept up to her, silently and delicately put my hands on her feet. She jumped slightly. I shushed her. She bit her lower lip and I began to caress her legs. I wanted to fuck her so bad - but I took my time. I barely breathed all the while I caressed her, gently moving up her legs, her knees, her hips, drawing my hands closer to her sweet spot. My erection couldn't be contained in my panties so I took them off along with my skirt. She was as wet as she could be by then, eager and ready for penetration.

Except, I didn't go there. I used my fingers to tease her, then touch her, then stimulate her, making her moan and wheeze all the while. I don't think she had ever played a game of blindfold before.

She came, all over my fingers before I could even insert anything inside her, trembling to bliss like I had seen her do previously in the video with her boyfriend.

And then, after the fact, still trembling, she spoke up, and I nearly died:

"Please... whoever you are... I want to suck you!"

She knew it wasn't her boyfriend. She didn't care. My mind raced at the incredible luck I was having - but then I began to wonder if she would panic once she saw who it was, and more importantly, that I was a transsexual.

Still, what could I do? I moved up on her and planted my erection near her mouth. Her lips immediately swallowed it whole and I almost came right there. I moaned hard and fought back against the sensation. She helped by not sucking or licking for several moments, just keeping her warm mouth wrapped around it.

Then, she began sucking. Hard. Great. I nearly died again from the sheer excitement. I was going to paint her throat and if I did that, I might not be able to enjoy her pussy or ass later on. I couldn't know if she would be up for it or if this was a fluke. I had to say something. So I talked. I didn't even disguise my voice. What was the point?

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna blow..."

She didn't pull away. I blew. Hard. I felt every spurt like a jolt of pleasure in my loins as her amazing mouth collected every droplet. And of course, I didn't even try to hold it in at that point. I was satisfied that perhaps this had gone as far as it would.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

[endersgame]

Wait. .. Im caught up??? But this camt be.
Its such a lovely story, thank you!

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I couldn't have been more wrong.

She laughed. I was frozen stiff, my penis so close to her face, empty and slowly retracting, and she was laughing. She didn't take off her blindfold. She just spoke.

"Damned... that was a big one... Thanks, I guess."
"...thank you?" I mumbled awkwardly.

It was amazing how quickly I had lost control of the scene.

"Can you do me?" she asked.

I didn't know if I could, not after a powerful release like that - I wanted to and the desire seemed enough for me to stay hard. I whispered my answer.

"Yes."

She rolled to her side away from me, then on her front and set herself on all fours, her inviting derriere coaxing me to continue. I said something out of reflex.

"Should I use a condom?"
"Are you clean?" she replied.

I was - I get regularly tested, in case you hadn't figured it out. I told her that.

"Then you don't need one," she told me.

As I began to shuffle around her, moving behind her, she spoke again - her words froze me up again.

"I recognize your voice but that doesn't make sense..."

Somehow, I had to seize the moment before it slipped by me.

"Do you want it to make sense or do you want me to fuck your brains out?"
"Brains out, please," she responded without hesitation.

I needed no further encouragement. I stayed hard as I rammed into her sex and pilfered for gold. She kept the blindfold on during our entire doggy-style encounter. I pilfered her love hole for a good long time, getting her riled up again and drawing exquisite sounds from her lips. Eventually, pain set in to my hips and I had to stop. She seemed disappointed.

"Give me a moment," I whispered to her.
"Let's switch," she replied.

Pulling away from me, she twisted so she would be on her back, spreading her legs for me to enter her again. As I dove back in, I saw her outstretched arms, ready to grab me and pull me in. If she did, she would undoubtedly realize I sported a rather reasonable rack as much as a dick. At that point, it couldn't be helped. As I began to ram into her further, I leaned forward until my naked chest connected with hers, our breasts rubbing together and adding to the stimulation.

She didn't say anything. She just enjoyed and came on my shaft, squirting hard in the process. Having already come once and not too long ago, I wasn't ready to unload again but I slowed down to give her (and myself) a moment to recuperate. She pulled up and locked lips with me: there was no way she could not feel my chest at that time.

"How is that even possible?" she moaned.

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"How is that even possible?" she moaned.

I couldn't answer. I was tongue-tied, my erection deep inside her vagina, eager to go at it again. I had, so far, given her two orgasms and I had come once, inside her mouth. She knew it couldn't be her boyfriend. She probably knew it was Melody, the hotel manager. She had felt my breasts against hers. The clues were all there.

She started to remove the blindfold; I grabbed her wrist before she could.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.
"Yes."

The word was clear. I removed my hand and she took off the blindfold but kept her eyes closed.

"Did my boyfriend put you up to this or was this your idea?" she inquired.
"My idea."

I didn't want to lie. I even went further with the truth.

"I didn't give him a choice."
"Wow... you're forward," she replied.
"I know what I want. I wanted you. I had you."
"You have me, you mean," she answered while contracting her pelvic muscles around my shaft.

I kissed her, then resumed fucking her. While I was swaying back-and-forth, she opened her eyes and stared down at my breasts bobbing around as I moved, her eyes darting to between her legs and my penis sliding in and out of her.

"Aw fuck..." she mumbled through the activity, "you're both!"
"Best of... both worlds," i managed to grunt.

Her hands went to my breasts and she squeezed them hard, checking to see if they were real. After all, I could simply have been born a man and had implants put in. She was stunned to find my fun bags were as real as my dick. I hastened the pace and she began to lose it again, mumbling incoherently swear words derived from pleasure. Meanwhile, on the tip of my erection, the sensation of upcoming release began to build up once more.

"In or out," I mumbled.
"Out..."

The timing was almost perfect. Moments before the ejaculation, as the wave of pleasure was hitting me, I pulled out and grabbed my cock. I exploded onto her belly and milked myself for all I had left - not much, since most of it had gone down her throat in my first release.

I stared hard at her figure while she stared back, bewildered and amazed at what we had done as much as who - or what - I was. She was smiling.

That week, I ended up fucking her four more times. I took her every which way conceivable. I even wound up in a threesome with her boyfriend (though nothing much happened between him and me other than me and his girlfriend providing him with a boob job where she swallowed him. We did double-team in many different aspects and I got to ride her ass during the process. On our last outing, we even got Peloma to join us and Keena watched her boyfriend fuck my employee even as I fucked her.

They left way too quickly for my tastes, but that was how it was best handled.

The situation with Hala and Ghada, daughter and mother, the two current guests who are staying at my hotel and with whom I have enjoyed intimate moments, mirrors some aspects of my time with Keena and her boyfriend. It worked out with them through sheer luck.

But I don't count on luck anymore, or at least not as much. I rarely leave things to chance nowadays. You'll soon find out why.

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But I don't count on luck anymore, or at least not as much. I rarely leave things to chance nowadays. You'll soon find out why.

You may not recall this but I have a fuck date tonight, around 10, with my young guest Hala. All this introspection about my past - while informative and quite arousing - tends to draw me away from the moment. I've just had so much good sex in my life. I've only had a few bad experiences. Let's not dwell on them. Instead, let me think of Hala who will be waiting for me in her bed, naked, blindfolded and ready to be pilfered. Blindfolded, just like Keena was. When people can't see what you're doing, it's always more enticing.

You can get away with stuff you normally couldn't.

It's a terrible wait, that afternoon, but I have duties to keep me busy. More importantly, I get my female massage specialist Ming Xi to deliver a message to Ghada, Hala's mother. Later on, I get, from Ming Xi herself, all the amazing details of their encounter as my massage therapist ate out and fingerbanged Ghada. I'm tempted to indulge with my employee but I hold out for later. I do pay a visit to Ghada in the restaurant - thankfully, her husband is out of the hotel for the evening otherwise there would be no way to make any of this happen. We have a quick, complicit chat.

We meet up around 9 and Ghada is instantly all over me. She remembers the powerful plowing I gave her several days ago and she wants more, apparently - I'm glad she's so receptive but I have to hold her back on me. That doesn't mean I don't deliver on her. I bury my face in her crotch and eat her out; she wants more (she wants my dick!) but I tell her that the wait will be worth it. It takes me all my resolve to hold back on my impulses as I provide for her but not for myself.

Then, I throw my line at sea. She bites. We make our way back to her suite, where I know her daughter is eagerly waiting for me in her room. It's not ten yet but it's close. Before we enter the room, I lovingly slam Ghada against the wall, shoving her panties (which we already removed) in her mouth to gag her. I pull off my blouse and use it to wrap her wrists behind her back, then I tell her to be quiet. We enter the room silently. Hala's room is to the right and there's soft music coming from it. Ghada's eyes widen but I lead her to her room on the left, closing the door behind us for privacy. I fully strip Ghada then, using the tools I brought along, start to bind the mother to her bed, tying her face down on her pillow. I make sure the gag in her mouth won't move.

Then, I pull away and contemplate my handiwork. Ghada can't escape my clutches (nor does she want to, fully intent on letting me ravage her any way I want).

"Wait a moment while I get ready..."

The anticipation is killing her but she does wait - and that's what I need. I exit her room and head across the living area to the other room, where I find Hala waiting, in lingerie on her bed, blindfolded, teasing herself with her fingers. She hears the door opening.

"Melody?" she whispers.

I shush her. She understands.

I've done it. I have both mother and daughter in their hotel room, both at my mercy. I reach into my purse and pop out a blue pill, which I swallow. I want to make this one last.

That's one fantasy I definitely want to make memorable.

[iceman713]

keep it up intersting