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Xenial Xenia

She knows exactly how to please them and leave them satisfied.

She was meant for this job. Xenia had always been super friendly and a people pleaser. Making sure that everyone was happy and having a good time was ingrained in her. She remembered her parents entertaining quite a bit and the way her mother always prepared for those occasions. Xenia always aspired to be this sort of hostess, too.

Taking the hand of the man who had just entered the door to the suite of rooms he’s reserved for the night, she led him inside and towards the sofa. She greeted him warmly, but he hadn’t said a word in response to her. That didn’t matter, though. She took his jacket, hanging it up in the closet, and then knelt on the floor to untie his shoes for him.

“Stay down there, on your knees, girl,” the man growled, gazing down at her.

“Yes, sir,” she immediately agreed. Resting her palms on her thighs, Xenia looked up at the man above her. Looked like he wanted to get right into things without much of a preamble.

Surprisingly, he stepped away from her, going over to the bar and making a drink for himself.

“I could have done that for you, sir. I’m here to serve you in any way you need,” she reminded him.

“Making drinks is not what I need from you,” the man told her.

She knew his name was Arthur Grant, but she wasn’t going to refer to him by his name unless she were instructed to do so. At the moment, he was just ‘sir.’ Sipping his drink, he looked around the room, then back at her.

“Get the ropes,” he instructed her. “But I don’t want to see you get up off your knees as long as I’m here,” he added.

“Yes, sir.” Whatever clients wanted, she could handle. It was her job, after all.

Crawling on her hands and knees, Xenia headed for the dresser where she knew the toys and equipment were stored. Thankfully, the ropes weren’t in the top drawer and she was able to retrieve them with no problem.

Of course, Xenia knew exactly what the ropes she was getting were going to be used for. Kneeling in front of the client, she handed the ropes up to him. Grasping her by the hair, he tugged her over to the sofa where he sat down, having her turn around.

“I need you naked for the next part,” he announced.

She wasn’t wearing much to begin with. Shrugging out of her short, silk robe, she was left in just a thong, which Xenia was quick to discard too. There was no embarrassment in this for her — she knew she was just doing her job. And the man was doing exactly what he paid to do be able to do.

Silently, he worked on tying her arms behind her in intricate knots that crossed over her chest as well, winding around her breasts. He tested them, finding them properly tight for his liking.

“Now, this is a proper look for an obedient little whore,” the man announced. “Crawl over to the bed.”

It was much harder to maintain her balance as she inched towards the bed on her knees, without the help of her hands. She took it slow, starting to feel the rugburn on her skin. Of course, Xenia was prepared for this as well. She was ready to please every client, no matter what their demands were.

He wanted her to get on the bed with her head hanging over the edge and she immediately followed his directions. Watching the man take out his cock while upside down, Xenia knew exactly where it was about to go. She held her mouth open for him, ready for the intrusion.

“That’s right, hungry for cock, like a good little whore,” her client growled. But he didn’t place it between her lips immediately, opting to first slap her face with his hard length a few times. She could feel the wetness of his precum being smeared on her cheeks and it ignited some arousal for her too.

There were many aspects of her job that Xenia genuinely enjoyed.

Xenia was well trained in the art of oral sex and easily took the man’s cock down her throat as he fucked it. She had no trouble accommodating his length, dutifully pressing her tongue against it to give him extra stimulation. His groans reassured her that he was loving everything she was doing.

“Oh yeah, just like a fucking professional,” he growled at her as his balls landed on her nose, making it more difficult to breathe. But Xenia could handle this as well. She had experience.

Just as she suspected, he wasn’t about to blow his load right then and there. This guy seemed all about control and he would exercise it on himself as well. He was going to make it last, at least until he was inside her pussy too.

He flipped her over, placing a pillow under her hips. She was ready for it, spreading her knees apart, inviting him in.

“Please, sir. I need a good fucking,” she pleaded with him.

“Shut the fuck up, whore,” he gritted back at her, slapping her ass hard.

She was prepared for everything he had thrown at her. Following the client’s directions was second nature to her.

Xenia relaxed, letting the man finger her pussy, which didn’t feel bad at all. Focusing on the sensations, pleasure built up at her center and she restrained her moans at how good his rough touch felt. He slapped her ass a few times too, which was enjoyable.

By the time the man thrust into her, his length filling and stretching her pussy, she was feeling great. He plowed into her hard and fast, slowing down every now and then, as if trying to control his own climax. Xenia was quite in control of her body as well, able to hold back an orgasm, but something told her that this client might be interested in playing a bit.

“Please, sir, I’m going to come; I can’t hold back any longer,” she whimpered. It was possible that it would only earn her another smack on the ass and a put-down, but she had to give it a shot.

“Of course you can’t,” he sneered, gripping her ass cheeks tighter, his nails digging into her flesh. “Why don’t you come and see what happens?”

That was an interesting turn of events that she didn’t expect. Letting go, she let the orgasm wash over her. Her pussy throbbed and clenched around the man’s cock as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her entire body shuddered and curiosity increased as she waited for what the retribution for coming would be.

“And now,” he pulled out, leaving her utterly empty and panting. “You can take this cunt-juice dripping cock back in your mouth. If you come on it, it goes back down your throat for a cleaning,” he explained.

She didn’t mind this at all. Xenia was familiar with her own taste and gladly took the shaft back in her mouth, sucking and moaning around it, showing her enjoyment. It didn’t take long for the man to give in to his pleasure and empty his load into her mouth.

As any good hostess, she swallowed dutifully, making sure to get every drop. Leaving a customer satisfied was at the top of her agenda.

Of course, she was also experienced enough to know that just because he’d come once, it didn’t mean that he’d untie her and let her go. There was a long night ahead of her and she’d take many more loads, of that she was certain.

He kept her tied up, on the bed, in between rounds, while he went off and got himself another drink and something to eat. Xenia attempted to relax, being no stranger to such nights. It wasn’t unusual for the guests to utilize every minute of their booked time.

Predictably, it took him a couple of hours to rebound, but then he fucked her mouth and her pussy again. She enjoyed all the degradation and the slapping around and came another time or two as well.

When he was finished with her, he left her tied up on the bed as he went down to the lobby to check out. This was pretty standard practice, so Xenia just waited for another employee to come and get her.

“That man was quite happy with last night,” Amelia informed her when she came in and began untying the knots. “He left you a huge tip at the checkout desk.”

“It was a pretty standard sort of thing, but I’m glad he had fun. Wasn’t too bad for me either,” Xenia admitted, stretching out her arms, which had gone rather stiff after being tired behind her back for hours.

“You are always the friendliest and most accommodating hostess,” her coworker complimented her.

“Awe, thanks.” Xenia stood up, stretching. She would need a nice long soak in a hot bath after this.

“I just confirmed your next appointment, this evening,” Amelia continued. “He is interested in being berated and denied.” Amelia grinned. “Sounds like he wanted a stern mommy dom.”

“Oooh, that will be a nice little switch. I can do that. My knees can use a break from all the crawling.”

“Of course you can! You are like the most versatile and accommodating girl here. You got this!” The other woman patted her shoulder as they left the hotel suite together, leaving the cleanup for housekeeping.

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