Rajiv Banerjee stepped into the sleek lobby of the Radisson in Vasant Kunj, his tailored suit still crisp after the triumphant Delhi deal. At fifty, the Kolkata businessman felt the familiar rush of success mixed with an impulsive hunger. He approached the reception desk with a confident smile. "A double bed corner room, preferably 709 if available," he said smoothly. The receptionist checked and nodded. "We have it. Any company joining you?" "Yes, guests later," Rajiv replied, handing over his ID and card. The bellboy whisked his luggage away as he settled in, freshening up with a quick shower.
Alone on the couch, Rajiv pulled out a card from his wallet and dialed Lonely Nights Agency. "I need two escorts—Russian, the most expensive and busty," he requested. After pictures arrived on WhatsApp, he selected Natalya and Veronica. "Cash only, sir," the agent confirmed. Hours later, the two women arrived in revealing dresses that turned heads. "We're guests of Mr. Rajiv," they told reception with passports. The call came up: "Your guests are here." Rajiv approved, and they rode the lift up, knocking confidently.
He opened the door to their knowing grins. "You look tired, businessman," Natalya said, her voice sharp with wit. "What do you do that leaves you so drained?" Rajiv chuckled. "Deals that pay well." Veronica leaned in. "We can fix that, but let's talk business first." They quoted 25k each for an hour with protection. Rajiv countered for raw, offering 50k more, then two lakhs total. "You look good enough to bend our rules," Natalya admitted with a smirk. "Strong offer from a strong man." They counted the cash, changed in the bathroom, and emerged in sexy lingerie, dancing provocatively.
Rajiv popped a Viagra as they stripped, his cock already hard. The women pushed him back, witty banter flowing. "Think you can handle two like us?" Veronica teased, gripping his shaft. They dropped to their knees for a double blowjob, tongues swirling while he panted. Natalya, the thinner one with implants, mounted him in missionary, her pussy wet and dripping as he thrust hard. "Surprised? I kept going an hour nonstop," he grunted, TV volume up to mask the noise. She rode the waves, strong and unyielding, her ass slapping against him until he came inside her with thick cum.
Sweating and panting, they switched after fifteen minutes. Veronica, naturally busty, took cowgirl position, her hips grinding as his business partner called. Rajiv answered, talking deals while she kept jumping, flap-flap sounds and moans filling the air. "Sir, I'll call later," the partner stammered. Rajiv hung up, flipping her to doggy, pounding her pussy relentlessly for another hour until he came in her mouth. The girls stayed in control, dictating positions with sharp dialogue. "Your cock feels too good to waste on quickies," Natalya quipped during reverse cowgirl.
They cycled through missionary, cowgirl, lotus, and more, his stamina fueled by the pill. Two creampies left their pussies dripping cum, two loads in mouths, one messy facial across hair and faces, and one across their bodies. By 4 AM, the room reeked of sex, bodies glistening with sweat. "No washing—sleep messy," Rajiv ordered. They collapsed tangled, cum still dripping. At 6 AM they woke, freshened minimally, only for him to creampie both again in the bathroom. "Don't wash. Go like this," he said. They dressed, gave numbers, and left.
In the lobby, cum visibly dripping down their thighs, love bites marking necks and breasts, the strong women walked unashamedly as eyes followed, knowing exactly what they'd endured. "Until next deal, Rajiv," Natalya called back with a wink. The morning hinted at far more than one night of secrets.
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