Yukiko lounged on the new office sofa. The plush seating and was a far cry better than the ruined, unusable couch that now sat in a nearby back alley where such trash belonged. She ran her palm across the fine fabric and enjoyed its soft touch. And of course, the sofa was red; her favorite crimson, in fact. Yukiko wouldn't have accepted anything else.
There as a knock at the office door. The proprietress smiled. Right on schedule. "Come in."
The door creaked open, and a pair of strapping young men entered the room. Both in their very early twenties, each looked fit, with a light sheen of sweat from recent manual labor. They each eyed parts of the office that still needed fixing up before turning their attention to the couch.
To her.
"Hello, boys." The proprietress beckoned, gesturing for them both to take a seat beside her. "Come in and have a seat."
Seemingly awed by the invitation, the workers glanced at each other. "A-Are you sure, ma'am?" One of them, a brunette, asked "I mean, we appreciate bein invited here for our break, but..."
"Of course I'm sure." Yukiko cast her gaze at the nervous boy. "You wouldn't mind a bit of company now, would you?"
"N-No, ma'am!" The brunette worker stammered. His blond companion stepped toward the couch and sat down at the end, with a full cushion of space between him and Yukiko.
Yukiko eyed the blond with hunger. Silly boy. She slid her kimono-clan body over the cushion and drew in close. I won't bite... She ran a hand down his thigh. "What's your name?"
"U-Uh...M-Mark..."
"Mmm-hmm." Yukiko could feel the tension in his thigh. "Tell me, Mark, does being around a little old lady like me make you nervous?"
"Uh..." Mark swallowed hard. "N-No, ma'am! I mean, y-you're not that old--"
Yukiko giggled. "And so polite!" She brought her hand to his chest and felt at his hard, chiseled pecs.
The brunette, still by the door, cleared his throat. "Uh, Mark, maybe you shouldn't...?"
"Oh, he's not doing anything wrong," Yukiko said. Her hand migrated further up and stroked at Mark's chin. "Little boys need to learn when it's OK to relax."
"I, I'm not a boy..."
Such a weak protest. Yukiko looked him in the eyes with an expression equal parts matronly and seductive. "Oh yes you are, boy. I can tell. I can tell that you're a little boy that's never felt the touch of a real woman before."
"Mark!" The brunette insisted. "Dude, we shouldn't be getting into--"
The door opened again, and in stepped Becky with a tea tray balanced in her right hand. "Boss, I've brought the tea that you req--" She locked eyes with the brunette. "Ooh. Hello, boy."
"I, I'm not a boy!" The brunette insisted. "I--"
Becky twirled before him and set the tray down on the desk. "Would you care to help me pour tea for everyone?"
"Uh, well..."
"Then, if you're a good boy, maybe we can get to know each other?"
"..OK!" the brunette was quick to help pour tea, taking care to add just the right amount of cream and sugar for the proprietress. "I--I'm Dan, by the way..."
"Well, Dan," Becky cooed, bending forward in just such a way that flaunted her cleavage as she collected Yukiko's tea cup. She then stepped over to the couch and handed the drink to her as the two women, madam and maid, exchanged knowing smiles.
These little boys will be fun to toy with!
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Seated on the couch, Dan moaned as Becky ran her hand over the crotch of his pants. The maid reacted with a false sense of concern as she continued to stroke. "Oh, my! Is something wrong?"
"Uh, n-no..."
"Is the little boy's dick feeling hard?" Becky crooned in Dan's ear. "Does it hurt, little boy?"
On the other side of the couch, Yukiko had Mark in similar straights.
"Oh, you poor thing," Yukiko spoke low in the boy's ear. "Working so hard all day to make my hotel nice, and here you are, so hard it must hurt!" She leered. "A little boy like you needs a nice grown woman like me to show you how to fix that...don't you?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Mark moaned.
"Oh, please, ma'am!" Dan pleaded.
Yukiko and Becky shared another knowing glance.
It feels so good to make boys our playthings!
===
With Yukiko stripped of her kimono and Becky of her mad's dress, the two women straddled their boys, their slits engulfing their respective cocks. The boys, who might have dream of such a scenario once upon a time, looked helpless and lost. the proprietress and maid had them completely under their control.
Yukiko pressed her cougar body against her prey as she rolled her hips. "Oh. OH! You silly boy. You have to work harder than that to please a real woman."
"B-But..." Mark moaned softly. "M-My girlfrie--"
Yukiko planted her lips on the boy's and let her tongue loose to dance in his mouth. After a long, lingering kiss, she pulled her lips away and pouted. "Can your little girlfriend do that, Mark?"
"Uh...n-no..."
Becky, meanwhile, rode Dan hard, her silicone spheres squeezing against his chest. "Mmm...Oh!" She leered at him. "You're so passive, boy. Do you really expect to please your girlfriend?"
"B-But she's never--oh! Oh, god! She's never com...plained..."
"Because she's just a young twit, I bet," Becky said. "Not even half the woman that the madam and I are, hmm?"
"I...that's..." Dan tried to put up a defense, but Becky's rhythmic rocking seemed to take the fight out of him.
"That's right, boy," Becky said. "You need a real woman to teach you."
"You hear that?" Yukiko cooed to her prey. "Did you hear her say how your friend needs a real woman?"
Mark nodded, gasping as he was fucked for all he was worth with ease by the MILF atop him. "Y-Yeah..."
"That goes for you too, boy." Yukiko moaned right in Mark's ear and felt his whole body shudder. "A silly little tart will never teach you how to treat a real woman. You'll just go through life, unable to truly please any woman because all you know how to please are easy, simple girls that don't know what they like. What they want."
"W-What I...I...oh god!" Mark moaned. "I...please, ma'am! I can't hold it any more! I, I..."
Yukiko and Becky, thoroughly satisfied and sensing that their boys couldn't hold out for much longer, climbed off of their laps and knelt on the floor before hem. They opened wide, their tongues running along the boys' shafts. Their cock heads tasted of the salty tank of precum. In their hands, they felt the boys' balls twitch. They weren't long to come.
Wrapping their lips around the boys' heads, and with a final bout of teasing with their tongues, Yukiko and Becky welcomed the thick loads of jizz that flowed into their mouths and down their throats. It was obvious to both that Mark and Dan didn't get much sex; the thick richness of their spunk suggested that they hadn't even beaten themselves off for weeks.
Silly boys.
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Redressed, and well sated, Yukiko and Becky sat beside each other on the couch and watched their conquests stagger from the room. Their break was over, as was any pretense that they had ever been with a woman before. They were just silly, immature little boys that needed a real woman.
Real women like Yukiko and Becky.
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