Happy New Year, all! Yes I know these are incredible late, but enjoy anyway
Knock knock.
"Room Service."
Gray waited outside with the steaming tray. He heard a rustle above the subdued shower hiss before a voice cried out, "Bring it in, please!"
He moved the trolly aside and reached for his card key zippered to his belt. Ordinarly the staff would need to wait for the guest to open their doors, but not him, and not for this door. His key was specially coded for any room that was involved in the Nidoqueen Package after all.
He rolled the trolly in, letting the door swing shut behind him. The early golden glow of the winter Alola morning night leaked into the window, casting amber waves across the immaculately kept room.
Gray set the tray on the desk and waited for the shower to cut off. He avoided the roaring fireplace or the faux-ursaring rug - a macabre display, but one that fit the motif of the hotel's winter trappings. As he heard the shuffling in the bathroom, his thoughts drifted to the client in the other room.
Eliza was absent today, having opted to visit the ranch near the northern end of Melemele Island. The other Snowbird was still being held up due to her duties in the Galar Region. Luckily, the third MILF had already arrived. In fact, said bespectacled busty babe was just stepping out in a dripping wet bathrobe.
Wicke - current president of the Aether Foundation. She was single due to being more devoted to her career than to a family, but was also an honorary aunt to the boss's two children. He knew the little punk in passing, but the girl not so much.
Regardless, with one of the women from Galar dropping out at the last moment, that left a fully equipped and ready spot open. And what better way to reward the voluptuous president than with two weeks vacation and an eager-to-please man-whore?
She stepped past him, seemingly ignoring his presence. Her goal was her glasses, laying on the nightstand. Wicke placed them on and blinked away the morning light. "That's better," she affirmed herself.
The current president turned to face him with a thin smile, utterly nonplussed to be nearly naked in front of him.. "So you must be the infamous Grey...Lusamine has told me a lot about you."
Gray offered a polite smile and a bow. "Is that so? Nothing terrible I hope."
Wicke brought a finger to her dripping cheek and pretended to ponder aloud, "She says you're...docile- easy to work with, easier to work around."
"Is...that so?"
She nodded. Wicke stepped past him for her desk, giving him a lovely view of her barely-covered rear. The way her hips swayed seemed a tad more sensuous than a woman like her would normally do. "Indeed. Also, that you have a startlingly impressive work ethic, given the right incentive. You're also willing to put up with a lot of, ah - eclectic personalities in service of your job."
Grey allowed a modicum of pride in such glowing reviews, since it came with the bonus of watching Wicke's hips swaying as she fiddled with something on her desk. His gaze stayed locked on the pair of perfectly poised peaches as he smoothly asked, And what does she say about my work itself?
She turned around with a now-sultry smile. From behind her glasses, lust was blazing in her eyes. Wicke revealed her Xtransciver in her hands, already at the 'Submit' screen. "She says you hit like a charging rhydon and cum like a blastoise~"
Beep beep.
"So show me, Nidorino~"
Hah. Hah. F-faster."
Wicke's pleas spurred his tongue on. Her gushing pussy leaked sweet nectar over his gaping maw as he feasted in her juices. He flipped up the tail of her half-done bathrobe in order to massage her plump ass
She whimpered, feeling his tongue piercing her folds. Her own salivating mouth hovered over his throbbing cock before she leaned in and gobbled him breath hitched as he felt her hot, wet mouth seal back over his cock. Grey's hips pushed her head back down into the warm rug.
It was a guilty pleasure of Wicke's - she liked snuggling against Pokemon. Not in any perverse way usually, just feeling their warm bodies as she soothed them to sleep. Though even those benign fantasies tended to have some twisted reaches. So she took advantage of an actual, fake Ursaring rug to rut next to a hot, crackling fire.
Grey's hips bucked down into her waiting mouth, churning the drool and spit pouring out of her lips. Her tounge flailed and smacked against his shaft in a way that only a pure ametuer could muster. Despite his restraint, she was choking and coughing around him, struggling between blowing and breathing.
It was amazing.
Wicke's nails dug into his knees as he ate her out. Her eyes were lidded, utterly drunk on the musky scent clouding her brain. Wet, supple hips ground and undulated against the younger man eating out her freshly-cleaned and kept pussy. 'Finally!'
She wasn't a virgin per se - long nights at the office left a girl pent up after all. But she also wasn't really deft in anything beyond some kissing and basic foreplay. She'd been eager for this chance once her former boss had casually broached the subject, if only so she had an excuse to finally cut loose and let her hair down after taking the big chair.
So here she was - wearing a bathrobe nicer than her prior paygrade, performing 69 with a man paid to cater to her every whim as she straddled the line between conscious and passed out. She felt something clamp down on her clit and whited out.
'It feels so...so liberating!'
'MMMMPH!"
Grey's chin was coated in her fluids, basked in her feminine essence. He swiftly planted his face back in her crotch and relished in the shower of sweet release. His bucking hips sped up as he pounded down into Wicke's prone, tight mouth.
He was focused now - Wicke was down and out, so it was time for him to collect his little bonus. He grabbed handfuls of her thick ass and sunk in between her supple butt and the increasingly filthy rug. His hips sped up as he used his new handholds. To pound down into the back of her mouth. Her vacuum-sealed lips were dragged against his shaft as he rode her stirring body to climax. "M-Ms-Shit! Wicke I'm-!"
"Hrk?!"
Beeeeep!
Wicke pulled back and gasped much-needed breath as her face was coated in hot, sticky cum. Her breasts heaved as she sucked down air and seed from her outstretched mouth and flared nostrils. A few splashes hit her glasses as the incessant beeping drooled on.
Wicke bit her lip to hide her moans. Her gloves dug into the tree bark as she pushed her hips forward into Grey's thrusting cock. Her bare, sweaty thighs scraped against his, jostling her tight pants closer and closer down to her bent knees. The friction of their rutting kept their bare loins warm, but only just. Hot, labored breath blasted out of his cold, chapped lips and into the biting air.
The Aether President's snazzy winter coat didn't really do much to conceal her voluptuous body, especially not her heaving pillows. The snow around her boots crunched as she struggled for balance. Her ski cap was already threatening to shake off her head as Wicke lived out another long-held fantasy of being plowed into a snowy tree.
She liked to stroll through the icy forest atop the Glacier, basking in the crisp winter air away from the furor of the main lodge complex. The nippy air made her feel invigorated in a way that none of the artificial environments back at the Aether Foundation never could. Besides, it spoke to her yearnings for sex in the wild, so of course she'd drag him to the far end of the temporary mountain.
Grey tightened his grip on her sides as he doubled his thrusts. He couldn't see behind them, and was trusting on Wicke to be a lookout for any unwanted guests. That would prove difficult with her eyes clenched shut. "Ms. Wicke - a-are you keeping wat-tch?"
"I-I ammmmm~"
She cracked her eyes open, letting him see how utterly drunk on pleasure and lust she really was. The sheer need blazing in her pools made a shiver strike up his back. 'Did it get colder?'
Her hips made him cast away such a notion and focus more on the honorary auntie's amorous affections. He massaged her hips, eliciting more and more sweet, muffled mewls from her still-sealed lips. Grey was meticulous though, and sought the perfect place to prod and make her moan.
He found the perfect place around her back, massaging the curve where her butt jutted out. His crotch slammed into her folds, brushing her erect clit against the hem of her sweater. "?!"
Wicke's eyes widened. snow-capped gloves flew up and locked across her lips as she screamed in orgamsic delight.
"Mmmmph~!"
Her snatch locked down around him, keeping him trapped as he pumped rope after sticky rope in her ravenous womb. Her young stud propped against the tree, compressing his chest against her heaving sweater puppies. His knees threatened to buckle out beneath him
Crack!
"Shit!" Grey swore, mind already in panic mode at the prospect of being compromised. Wicke grabbed his cheeks and slammed down on his lips. The icy sting of snow was quickly replaced as her piping hot breath warmed his mouth. Grey's eyes widened before realization kicked in and he melted into her warm liplock.
To any passersby, it may well just be a voluptuous older guest and her young stud of a server. Only looking under the bushes would reveal the syrupy mess staining down her thighs.
"What the hell?!"
Wicke peeked out from behind the boxes of medical supplies. She struggled to hold the heavy cartons on the trolly, keeping both hands firmly planted "Ah, sorry! We need to get these down to the bottom floor."
"Why is every floor lit up?" the old man huffed in annoyance.
Wicke braced herself before stuttering out, "S-Some little jokester ran in and hit all the buttons before hopping out. It'd be to-oof-o much of a hassle to roll out and wait for another one," she explained.
Gray nodded behind her, keeping a hand on the trolley's handle. His other was carefully concealed as he struggled to bounce Wicke on his exposed cock. The sweat pouring down his brow wasn't from the heat or exertion, but fear.
Out of all the myriad of places that his guests could choose to indulge in, this was arguably the worst. Elevators were a risky endeavor, especially the public ones. Only a trolley full of supplies being brought to the lower floor concealed the two from people coming and going.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
The old man grumbled but lingered on, going down several floors. Wicke ignored his presence and silently ground her butt against Grey's crotch. His thick, throbbing cock twitched in her snatch. Her voluptuous hips squirmed and teased him, keeping him nice and hard.
Ding.
"Oh sod this - I'll take the stairs.'
The gentleman stepped off, allowing the next passengers to come on. A family of three too preoccupied with their rambunctious youngster to pay attention to the frisky couple. "Down to the lift, please," the father grunted.
Grey and Wicke glanced at each other - the lift to the Glacier was at least six floors down. The doors slid shut as the elevator resumed its trek down. She clicked her teeth before snapping her fingers. "G-Grey, I need to scan the lower barcodes. Could you hand me the scanner?"
She held her hand out in expectation. Grey looked around for what she could mean until her fingers reached back and tapped his wrist.
His Xtransciver.
"Right away, Ms. Wicke," he stuttered. He reluctantly let go of her squirming hips and unclasped the wrist communicator before handing it to her. "Here you are."
Wicke took it and dived down a mere second before the harried mother glanced their way. She eyed the nervous-looking staffer, not knowing what was happening
Ding.
Beep. beep.
"I see - we'll need tho-ooh-se," Wicke's chipper voice reached up from behind their barrier. Her fingers struggled against the plush carpet, thumb tapping against the Xtransciver's side switch.
Grey resisted the urge to sweatdrop. 'She's just pressing the buttons.'
Beep. beep.
Ding.
Beep.
Ding.
Beep. beep.
Ding.
Ding.
The family departed, none the wiser. Wicke stayed down, knees bent and hands on the floor, as they rode the rest of the elevator down.
Ding.
The doors slid open, and Grey breathed a sigh of relief. The last floor - completely abandoned. 'Oh thank arceus. Maybe we can slip into one of the closets and finish things out.' he hoped.
Wicke glanced back with a concerning gleam in her eyes. Her hips rolled against him, keeping his still-cumming cock nice and hard in her snatch. His eyes glanced down at her Xtransciver and saw how much time was left - 14:00 and counting. 'Oh no.' Gray gulped.
She pressed the buttons - all of them.
"Going up~"