[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 98 & 99. (Patreon)

Chapter 98: Old room, new room.

After school, we said our goodbyes to Grace at the parking lot and I hopped in Sarah’s car. Mila was taking hers as well, but… Well, it was full of bags and stuff, so there was little space to sit. Mila was too embarrassed to let me get in hers, so she sent me to Sarah’s.

“I swear, you should see her room…” Sarah said while we fastened our seatbelts. “She’s not dirty, but just a disorganized mess. The type to throw her jacket on a chair at the end of the day, and a week later there’s a huge pile of clothes in that chair.”

I laughed. “Isabelle and I used to be like that. Until our mom got so tired of it that she stopped giving us an allowance unless we cleaned our own rooms. Threat turned into a habit, and now it’s normal.”

“Good.” She nodded her approval. “In that sense, Grace and Mila are way too spoiled. I bet Grace hasn’t told you that she has a maid to do all the chores around the house.”

I raised an eyebrow. The life of the rich, I guess.

We drove to our destination, the love hotel ‘Intimacy’. I’d been here twice, but this third time time it was with two girls. That made me a little jittery. Well, not like the people at the hotel would say anything when we were bringing in business. What was I even worried about?

We met with Mila in the parking lot and went to get the keys to our room.

“You reserved the luxury room, right?” Sarah asked Mila.

“Of course!”

“W-What?” I exclaimed. I thought we’d go to the normal room.

“What? Was it bad?” Sarah asked me. “Grace said it was great.”

“Yeah, she was bragging about it.”

“...It was good, but… It’s super expensive.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Mila and I agreed to split the bill,” Sarah said.

“Y-Yeah, but I…” It made me uncomfortable. If this kept up, I’d start feeling like an escort. I seriously needed to get a job.

Mila smiled wryly at me. I wasn’t sure if she understood what I was thinking or not. “Just this time, Oliver. We want to check it out, too. Besides, we’ll be here for only three hours, not five.”

I nodded. I could understand it was more of a whim on their part and they didn’t mean anything by it. Still, I wished I could reciprocate at the same level, you know? Not just be the one receiving things.

Fucking hate money.

But anyway, no use getting upset over this. Even if the girls had money, I doubted they had enough to make a habit out of paying for expensive things like these on the daily, right? It was only this time.

We went to the front desk, where Mila confirmed the reservation and the extra charge for one more person in the room. The employee behind the black glass screen sounded perfectly professional, even when we had to show our IDs to prove we were all 18. She gave us the key to the room, and before we left, Sarah remembered something.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, turning to the black screen again and speaking to the person behind. “Is it possible to reserve a room for four people?” she asked without faltering. Mila and I both flinched and stiffened, our faces red. Sarah? She was showing none of that.

“Eh? F-Four people, you say?” That got the lady behind the counter, but she recovered quickly. “I’m afraid that’s not possible through the website. For any sort of reservation with special requirements, you would need to send us an email.” The lady slid a card over the desk and Sarah took it. “We’ll do our best to accommodate you.”

“I see. Thank you very much.” Sarah nodded and turned back to us. “Okay, we have our answer. Let’s go.”

God, my face was burning.

“H-How can you ask that with a straight face?” Mila asked Sarah, mostly sounding impressed.

“What? It’s a business, right? They can only lose by criticizing their clients. It's a love hotel. They probably get weirder requests.”

We stepped into the elevator. “I agree, but the lady still sounded surprised for a moment,” I told her.

Sarah grinned. “No doubt the fact that high schoolers are looking for a place to have a foursome caught her off-guard.”

“Have you been to a love hotel before, Sarah?” Mila asked.

“Hm? No, why?”

Mila and I sighed. Sarah was on another level entirely.

We reached the last floor and the elevator doors opened. However, we saw two people standing there before us, waiting to take the elevator down. I think we were all surprised to see each other. My heart almost stopped, actually, even though I didn’t know these people.

An attractive adult couple. A tall, blonde man in a blue suit standing next to a curvy woman with long, blonde hair, wearing a light red blouse, sunglasses and a floral scarf around her head. The couple moved to the side to let us exit the elevator, yet they couldn’t keep the interest out of their faces. I caught the man shooting me an amused look, nodding and giving me a thumbs up as we walked by. Please, God, let the earth swallow me.

No words were exchanged, and the girls and I quickly went into our room. The moment we did, the three of us burst into laughter born from nerves and the weird, awkward situation.

“Did you see that? She was wearing a scarf around her head,” Sarah said. “That reeks of an affair!”

“Hey, you don’t know that,” Mila argued. “Maybe she’s famous and is trying to hide her identity.”

“We shouldn’t judge,” I said, stifling my own laughter. “To them, we probably look like precocious brats.”

“I don’t know, that guy gave you a thumbs up. He looked proud,” Sarah said.

“Let’s forget about that,” Mila said, now smiling excitedly. “Look at this room! It’s completely different from the other one!”

“...It’s the same room we used with Grace,” I told them, checking it out.

“Exactly the same one?” Sarah asked.

“Hm.” I nodded.

Mila and Sarah explored the room with wide-eyed curiosity. They threw themselves on the huge bed, played at pretending to understand the paintings of naked people, gawked at the small terrace with the hot tub and laughed at the mirrors around the bed. Seeing their excitement made me feel a little better about the money issue. If they really were doing it for themselves, then I had no place complaining.

I took off my shoes and placed them neatly beside the coat rack, where I hung my school jacket and tie after taking it off. I took my time unbuttoning my shirt while the girls checked the large bathroom, but when they came out…

“Ooooh, look at that.” Sarah said in a mercilessly teasing tone. “So eager to start that you’re already undressing?”

Beside her, Mila stifled a laugh.

“Um…” My face burned. I mean, it was what we came here to do, but being called out like that made me self-conscious. But you know what? When it came to these girls, I felt like being bold. That, and I knew they liked it, too. “Yes, actually.”

I fluidly hung my shirt on the rack just as I started walking towards Sarah. The quickness and length of my steps caught her off-guard, and before she knew it, I had her in my arms, lips locked.

“Hey, me too!” Mila moaned and began to undress with far more hastiness beside us.

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Chapter 99: Love hotel lessons.

My hands started on Sarah’s back to bring her close to me, but as she quickly started to kiss me back, my hands moved down to her waist and even further down and behind her to fondle that pert and toned butt through her panties.

Sarah moaned in the way one does when having their favorite snack after too long. Her tongue was wild, moving around mine while her hands ran around my bare chest. Before long, however, she pulled away.

“Shit…” she gasped and grinned. “Let me undress. Going back home with a messed up uniform would be telling.”

“And who’s eager now?” I asked her.

She kissed my lips hard and moved away. “Me.”

I left Sarah to take off her own clothes and turned to Mila, who was already down to her cute white and sky-blue striped underwear. I wasn’t the one to take the first step, though. She was.

We moved close, the tips of her fingers barely even brushed my chest. Her hungry eyes were locked on mine. She took a step forward, and I took a step back. She took another, and I moved back again. Like that, ‘pushed’ me back until I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mila kissed my cheek, sensually licking my jaw and nibbling my earlobe. “What do you want me to do, hm?” she whispered.

I smiled innocently, yet my little idea was only a bit more mischievous. “I want you to unzip my pants,” Mila’s fingers only got to twitch before I finished my sentence. “With your mouth.”

“Oh?” she exclaimed, amused.

“Payback for the bra thing this morning,” I told her.

Without a word of protest –and in fact with poorly hidden enthusiasm– Mila kneeled before me. “That’s fair,” she said.

She put her hands on my knees and spread my legs. Then, before she even started trying to attempt her task, she moved her nose close to my crotch and started breathing harder on purpose. I could barely feel the hot air, but it was there, threatening. Mila moistened her lips and kissed the bottom of my zipper, finding the base of my dick. Mila smirked into it and kissed her way up my length, now hard enough to start marking its presence in my pants. She found the very tip of my dick and wrapped her lips around it before she blew hot air directly into it, making me tremble. After that, she finally took the zipper between her teeth and pulled it down.

And while Mila worked on getting that done, Sarah took a seat beside me, clad in purple silk underwear. “What bra thing?” she asked.

“Mila didn’t tell me her bra unhooked in the front,” I told her.

Sarah snickered and gave Mila a thumbs up. “Nice.”

Mila giggled, blowing more hot air into my crotch. Sarah and I watched her try to undo my belt and my button with her mouth. And we watched. And we watched.

…

And we watched.

“Oh, come on!” Sarah couldn’t take it anymore, took her hands to my belt and undid the thing in a couple of seconds.

“H-Hey! I was gonna get it!” Mila complained, then pouted. “Eventually…”

“Maybe, but I want to do this now.” Sarah pulled down my pants and my socks while I removed my boxers. I was completely naked on the bed, with both girls kneeling before me.

Sarah took the lead this time, holding my cock and immediately giving it a hard lick from base to tip. I sucked in a breath, and when she took it inside her mouth, I let out a soft groan of pleasure. She was wetting my dick on her saliva as she bobbed up and down, eyes closed and lost in the taste and the motions. Or so it was for a short moment.

Beside her, Mila watched, entranced and with mouth half-opened. She watched as a good portion of my dick disappeared inside Sarah’s mouth, very nearly reaching her throat. She licked and bit her lip, hand slowly making its way between her legs. Then Sarah let go of me and turned to Mila.

“Your turn,” she told her, smirking.

Mila suppressed a grimace with a nervous smile. “I think you’re better at it than I am.”

“Maybe.” She didn’t deny it. “But you can learn. And who better to practice on than a guy who’s dying to be your practice partner?” She nodded towards me.

With a sheepish smile, I admitted it. “She’s not wrong.”

That gave Mila back some confidence, but even so… “Teach me?” she asked her friend.

Sarah grinned. “Rule number 1: Enthusiasm! You love his cock, you love sucking on it, and you want him to know it.” I think both Mila and I were a little startled by her energy. “Keep that rule in mind, and you will NEVER give a bad blowjob.”

“O-Okay!” Mila nodded, getting swept up in Sarah’s mood. “Rule number 2?”

“Get it wet.” Sarah stroked my spit-covered dick for emphasis. It made it a little hard to pay attention, and I admit I was curious to know how she did it. “Slippery feels good, and not just for women. Am I wrong, Mr. Oliver?”

I chuckled. “Nope.”

“Suck on it with a lot of saliva in your mouth, or spit directly on it and stroke it. If not, you can use lube. Some prefer that, but I think our willing participant here likes the real deal more.”

Again, not wrong. Sarah had me well figured out, huh?

Mila nodded. “Rule number three?”

“Do you know the male equivalent of the clitoris?”

Mila raised an eyebrow, thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her head in shame. “T-There’s an equivalent?”

“Yes, and that’s the frenulum. It’s right here, on the underside and just a little below the glans.” Sarah used my penis as instructional material, obviously, and it made me realize Sarah was starting to go into another lecture. I held back my snicker and let her go on. “Okay, it’s not EXACTLY the equivalent of the clit, but it’s one, if not the most sensitive erogenous zone in a man’s penis.”

Again, Mila nodded. “So lick and suck really hard in there?”

“Almost. Mixing it up is rule number 4. Do the same thing for too long and it becomes boring. And that’s my cue to shut up and let you go at it. Suck it hard, suck it slow, lick it, kiss it, stroke it… go nuts! Pun intended, as it’s not a bad idea to lick the balls, too. But like I said, have fun with it. Everything else matters little if he sees you like doing it.”

“Okay! Oliver, I’m gonna suck your dick!” Mila said, really pumped all of a sudden. Cute.

“By all means.”

“...” Mila stared at it for a long moment, then turned back to Sarah. “So… do I just start, or…?”

“Oh for god’s sake.” Sarah moved closer, held my dick and started licking it again by the side. Then, she pointed the tip towards Mila. “Do it with me.”

…

Did I hear that right?

I felt Sarah’s tongue run up and down my shaft, and I watched with eyes like plates as Mila’s luscious lips tentatively closed in on my glans. She wrapped them around the head of my dick, and her tongue touched the very tip.

Sarah didn’t stop. As she licked my dick, she moved her hands to my balls and gently massaged them. I trembled at the contact, and my cock twitched in their mouths.

Sarah’s enthusiasm both encouraged and pushed Mila forward. She quickly recovered from her sudden –and undeserved– case of inadequacy and started putting rule number 1 to practice. She took me in deeper, her tongue lolled around me more and she sucked hard. She looked up at me with those gorgeous dark green eyes as she did. Then she pulled away, and with a naughty grin, moved further down to start sucking on my balls. My whole body trembled, and my knuckles tightened around the edge of the bed.

“There we go,” Sarah praised, yet didn’t miss a beat. She took over Mila’s previous spot, sucking hard and deep on my length, again reaching the start of her throat, but never more.

I unconsciously put a hand over both their heads, and the two cooed and purred at my touch. Two tongues were making me go crazy, the new sensation of having my balls played with, and not to mention the image in the mirror behind them. I could see them kneeling in front of me, their backs and their butts, their bobbing heads hiding my dick… It was an arousing image.

They swapped again, with Sarah going down to lick my balls and Mila focusing on the frenulum, the spot Sarah had mentioned. With her lips tightly wrapped around the head, licking that spot, and Sarah’s relentless stimulation of my testicles, I couldn’t hold on anymore.

“I’m gonna come,” I grunted.

“Swallow it,” Sarah told Mila. And with her not letting go of me, I assumed that was what she wanted.

I came in Mila’s mouth, and the intensity of the orgasm almost made me want to let out a roar. Almost. I didn’t, but my toes curled and my entire body tensed. The load I let out was huge and thick.

Mila swallowed once, twice, and then looked at Sarah. The Russian girl put a thumb on her friend’s lips, prompting her to open her mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mila let the rest of my cum slide down her tongue and into Sarah’s mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, but their tongues did touch a couple times. Sarah received to the last drop and swallowed it with a soft purr.

The two friends stared at each other for a moment, cheeks deeply flushed, The silence didn’t even have a chance to become awkward before they started laughing loudly.

As for myself, I threw myself back on the bed. I needed a minute.

FUCK that was amazing.