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I interned at a resort in Goa during my second year of Hotel Management. Most full-time employees at the hotel were Goans and Christians, while I wasn’t. So, as the Christmas and New Year week rolled by, most employees refused to work full shifts as they wanted to spend time with their families. I, on the other hand, was happy to pick up their extra shifts for the additional stipend and experience. I was staying in a hostel and didn’t have any family to go back to. I ended up working double shifts — noon to evening at the restaurant and late evening to early morning at the front desk. It wasn’t as taxing as it sounds because the graveyard-shift at front office just meant handling an occasional odd-hour check in, printing out some reports and just manning the desk — I would often get several naps during the night.

I used to earn a lot through tips whenever I served in the restaurant. I was young, tall and articulately polite. Once I realized that people felt obliged to tip if you were nice to them, I started being super nice to everyone — it wasn’t that difficult for me because I was naturally pleasant with everyone. I was over six feet tall and had a few extra pounds of baby fat, which barely showed when I was dressed in formals. I had curly hair and brown eyes. I never considered myself good-looking, but people did compliment me about my looks — I chalked it out to my height and personality. sürmene escort I was mainly into women but I did have some bi-curious leanings. I had not acted on it. I remember getting a glance at my roommate Pravin’s flaccid dick once when he was changing and imagining taking him in my mouth but that was it. I was dating a girl, and we would fuck whenever we could. She had chosen to do her internship in Mumbai so I had been sexless for a few months at this point. I would often slyly stare at the guest’s bikini clad boobs when I was serving drinks by the pool and sometimes at the men’s crotch too.

A couple of days before New Year’s Eve, I was manning the front desk as usual around 02:00 am when I received a call from a guest who was arriving earlier than expected. Since their reservation had already been marked for early check-in, we had blocked a villa for them. The caller had a gruff voice and he seemed pleased that we had a room available. I browsed some porn in the inner office, whose door opened at one end of the front desk, while I waited for the guests to arrive. I kept the door open so that I could hear the car roll in at the entrance of the lobby which was quite close to the front desk. I was looking at some bisexual porn images, where a guy was fucking another guy while his wife straddled the second guy’s face. This was sivas escort the days of slower internet. Seeing the long hard sinewy dick halfway inside the guy’s ass got me hard. That’s when I heard a ding at the front desk.

I was taken aback because I hadn’t heard any car coming in. I got up and walked to the front desk behind me, my hard-on still visible through my formal pants. I greeted the guests Mr her milky porcelain-like skin glowed in the warm light of the room. I was taken aback by this sudden display of her body, but my dick grew inside my underwear.

“You were pleasuring my husband when I came back earlier.”

Rubina’s voice had a strange tone as she uttered those words, making me gulp. I didn’t know what to say.

She continued: “I want to see what’s so special about you, that he’d rather fuck you than me.”

My heart raced hard as I realized I was caught up in something weird. Altaf appeared from the bathroom at this point, buck naked, his dick semi-hard. He had an annoyed look on his face.

I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t want to come between you guys, I should leave.”

Rubina caught me by the hand and pulled me towards her.

“I know you think I am unaware of my husband’s let’s call it tendencies, but that’s not so. A woman always knows. I usually let him have his fun because he is good taksim escort to me but today, I want to see for myself whether he leans more towards one side than another.”

Altaf listened to Rubina’s words, looking a little angry, but curious. He clearly wasn’t in on what Rubina had planned.

Rubina looked at me and said, “Strip.”

I looked at Altaf and then at Rubina, helplessly wondering how I could escape. But seeing no way to get out of this, I just complied. I took off my uniform, down to the last piece of underwear and socks and stood there, my dick hard from watching the two beautiful human specimens in front of me, my ass still sore from Altaf’s cock. Rubina reached out and touched my dick. I shivered a little — her grip was strong. I didn’t want to become a casualty of a scorned woman, so I was weary. But Rubina started stroking my penis slowly but firmly. It was a wonderful feeling. Altaf started rubbing his shaft looking at us.

I reached out and touched Rubina’s right boob and looked at her to see if it was okay. She smiled, a little surprised. “I thought you just liked men.” I shrugged. She took my hand and moved it down till it rested on her pubic mound. She had a thick bush, and it was sexy. I worked a couple of fingers through her pubes and found her pussy — she was wet and warm down there. I flicked my flinger around her clit, and she giggled. At this point, Altaf stepped forward and grabbed my cock and started jerking it. I instinctively slipped in a finger inside Rubina as my pleasure rose. She gave a knowing smile as Altaf’s choice to go for my cock rather than her pussy had told her what she wanted to know. She disengaged from both of us and went and sat down on the couch.

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