Lola responded to a Craigslist post that sought two sexy young ladies for an adult Christmas party. She went to the address listed — a fancy office building downtown. On the thirty-third floor she got out of the elevator and followed the signs to “Premier Entertainment.” There she entered a fancy waiting-room with a very attractive receptionist dressed in a sheer white blouse, through which Lola could see much of her full breasts. The receptionist asked Lola to wait and as Lola flipped through a copy of GQ and as she noticed the tasteful posters on the walls of various entertainment events from Spring Break to Ski Season, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs — something about the feel of leather on the bare skin of her thighs.
Finally a gentleman in an expensive Italian suit opened a heavy wooden door and said, “Ms. Down, we will see you now.” His words were perfectly clear, but Lola detected a slight foreign accent. She couldn’t place it, but it was alluring to her. Lola got up and entered the room, smoothing out her dress bottom. The man held the door for her and followed Lola into the windowless room. There she saw a large oak desk, behind which was a man sitting, also in a fine suit. He barely looked up at her. The other man, the one who let Lola in, sat in a chair next to the desk. “Please sit,” he said. Lola complied, taking her place on the large black leather couch. Some introductions were made and then the younger of the two men, the one next to the desk, proceeded to do all the talking. He informed Lola that this is a very high-class corporate event for a select group of invited guests, all wealthy patrons. They are very important and influential people whom the sponsoring client wishes to impress. He went on, explaining that all Lola will be asked to do is wear an attractive “Santa’s Helper” outfit with a hat, and look “appealing” with Santa and his other female assistant. For this she would be paid $5,000 for the night, provided she passes the audition and gets the part.
The gentleman at the side of the desk then asked if Lola would be willing to show them her figure. She looked a little surprised, but the man reassured her saying, “Merely remove your dress so that we may get a better sense of your body figure.” Lola was still surprised since her dress was rather tightly fitting. But, for the job, she agreed. She slowly pulled the slinky black dress up and over, being careful not to mess her hair. She stood before them in her black thong panties and a red bra. They asked her to turn and to turn again. The older man looked up from the desk, briefly. The other man was studying her critically, as he would study a thoroughbred or a sports car on the sales floor. He seemed uncertain. “I’m just not sure. May I ask you to remove your bra?” He asked. Lola acquiesced. Slowly she unhooked the back of the bra and then gently let the bra fall into her arms. She covered her breasts with her folded arms. The man said “Please. I need to assess your figure.” So she opened her arms and he asked her to turn round yet again. She did so. The older man looked up briefly again. The younger gentleman stood up and Lola could see a bulge in his pants by his crotch. He looked at her, standing close to her, and said, “Thank you Ms. Down, we’ll be in touch.”
From their olive complexion and the young man’s accent, Lola surmised that they were from somewhere along the Mediterranean. She ruled out Italy or Greece. She was thinking more along the lines of a Middle-Eastern country. Perhaps Lebanon or maybe Jordan. They were extremely polite, formal, and businesslike, but Lo could tell that these manners merely masked their strong libidinous urges.
Lola began to turn away, but something stopped her. She found this man very attractive and his smell was irresistible. She paused before grabbing her dress and she looked directly at him. She was very nervous but, she reached over and grabbed his leather belt buckle with both hands and began to unbuckle it. He looked at Lola with a combination of fear and desire. She undid the buckle and pulled out the belt. The feel of the leather in her hands told her immediately that this was no cheap knock-off belt from Sears. This was an exquisitely crafted item, soft and smooth to the touch. It had heft to it that stimulated her in ways that she never thought possible for an article of men’s clothing. She put it into the young man’s hand and bent over, supporting herself by her arms on the desk. She looked directly at the old man sitting there across from her.
As she pulled down her thong she said, “Spank me. Hard!” The man took his belt and cracked it across Lola’s bum with a “whap!” She bit her lower lip, but let out no noise. “Again.” He repeated the action. “Harder.” He complied. “Harder!” He brought it down so hard this time that Lola let out a yelp. He doubled down again. Lola let out a cry followed by a moan of pleasure as she looked right at the old man. The other man spanked her again and again and each time she let out a louder and little louder sound, followed by a moan. By now the receptionist certainly could hear the smacks and the cries. Lola moved her right hand so that it was between her crotch and she began rubbing, still supporting herself with her left hand. But eventually she couldn’t stand it any longer and she collapsed — her breasts on the top of the old man’s desk, her hair sprawled out in front of him.
“Take me!” she said, and the man behind her put down his belt and opened his pants enough to release his throbbing hard cock. He held his long, hard cock and he entered Lola from behind. Her wet pussy welcomed the smooth and single-stroked penetration by the 8” cock. She reached down to the old man’s crotch and pulled out his little pud of a thing. She caressed it with her right hand and tugged and pulled on it to get it large. Obviously this guy was not taking Viagra. She continued and then she squirmed forward in order to be able to reach far enough to take it into her mouth. As she did so, it remained limp and small. She took the whole thing in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Eventually she got some minor reaction out of him. Meanwhile the man behind her was going at her full steam ahead; pushing the giant desk a little and then a little more. His pants were still up around his waist and Lola could feel the cold and rough edge of his open fly on her bum. He pounded her as hard as he could. The front of her thighs were being pressed and pushed into the hard wood of the desk front. She knew she would be bruised later, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be filled as deeply as possible. She wanted the man behind her to hit her special spot deep within her. He kept on touching it with the tip of his cock and then pulling out. She wanted him to be right there, right on that spot. Hold it. Hold it there!
Lola began to cum and as she did, the young man started crying out that he too was going to cum. Lola let go of the old man’s pud and turned around and got on her knees to take the young man’s dick in her mouth where he could explode with a plume of cum. Down in one! She sucked on it; sucked long and hard till she had consumed every last bit of his juices. She licked him clean as he slowly got soft. He pulled his limp piece out of her mouth and put it back in his pants, zipped up, and put on his belt.
He handed Lola her bra and dress. After she put them on and straightened it all out, he shook her hand and said, “You’ll be hearing from us, Ms. Down.” Lola exited the office and took a sidelong glance at the receptionist who gave her a condescending look in return. Lola wiped her mouth as she went out of the office. She got into the elevator. On the way down it stopped at another floor and a man got in. He looked at Lola and asked, “Good lunch?” as he pointed with his finger to the corner of his own mouth, indicating something. Lola reached up and felt on the corner of her mouth a little drop of cum she had missed.
[To Be Continued.]
[Story from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]