Hired by a Beautiful Ladyboy for Website Help

Xavier knocked once and the door opened before his hand had fully dropped. At twenty-two, the freelance web developer had walked into plenty of client apartments, but the woman in the doorway made the rest of the afternoon feel already rearranged.

Kiara was twenty-four, and she was the kind of beautiful that stalled a sentence in his throat. Long dark hair spilled over one bare shoulder. Her face was all soft planes and glossy lips, eyes lined just enough to catch the light. A champagne silk robe clung to her, belted once and doing almost nothing else. It parted high on a smooth thigh and dipped between the warm curves of her chest, and when she shifted her weight the thin fabric pulled across her hips. Xavier saw the unmistakable swell of a bulge beginning to press the silk outward. Heat climbed the back of his neck.

“You’re right on time,” she said. Her voice was low, almost lazy. “I like a man who shows up ready.”

The apartment was stylish without trying too hard: pale walls, a wide cream couch, afternoon light lying across the oak floor. He set his bag on the glass table and opened the laptop, grateful for something to do with his hands. Kiara did not sit across from him. She settled beside him, close enough that the robe brushed his sleeve, and leaned in until her hair tickled his wrist and her perfume wrapped around him.

“Show me,” she murmured.

He walked her through the wireframe for her new adult site, the gallery grid, the member login, the checkout that would not drop a buyer at the last click. She asked sharp questions and then stopped asking them. Her fingertip traced the edge of the trackpad, then drifted to the back of his hand and stayed there. The touch was light. It was also deliberate. Xavier felt his cock thicken, a slow insistent swell he could not will away, pressing unmistakably against his pants. Kiara’s eyes flicked down, caught the shape of him, and came back up shining with the same hunger.

“You’re staring,” he managed.

“So are you.” She smiled, small and knowing, and her thumb stroked once over his knuckle. “If I’m wrong about what that look means, say so and we’ll keep this professional. I hired you for the site. I didn’t hire you to pretend.”

He held her gaze. The want between them was as plain as the sunlight. “You’re not wrong.”

“Good,” she said softly. “Then we can work, and we can want each other while we do it.”

They stayed on the couch while the wireframe filled in. Xavier adjusted image compression and sketched a cleaner navigation bar, but Kiara watched his hands more than the screen. Every time he reached for the mouse she leaned nearer, and the robe gaped just enough to show the smooth inner curve of one breast and the darker line where her cock had begun to harden against the silk. The scent of her skin made it hard to remember which button did what.

“You have good hands,” she said. “Steady. I kept thinking about them while I was getting ready. How they’d look spread on my hips. How careful you’d be until I asked you not to be.”

His ears burned. “Kiara.”

“Look at you.” Her palm settled high on his thigh, little finger brushing the heat of his erection through the fabric. She did not grab. She stroked, slow, learning the shape of him. “That outline has been getting worse since you sat down. I can see how thick you are. I can see you trying not to shift in your seat.”

“I’m trying to finish your homepage.”

“You can finish it tomorrow.” Her mouth was near his ear now, breath warm against the shell of it. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since you walked in and looked at me like you already knew what was under this robe. Tell me you want me too, or tell me to stop. Either answer is fine. I need the true one.”

Xavier turned his head. Her lips were an inch from his, glossy and parted. The clear offer in her voice made the hunger cleaner, sharper, impossible to talk himself out of. “I want you,” he said. “I want all of it. Don’t stop.”

She kissed him like she had been waiting for the sentence. Her mouth was soft and then it was not, tongue sliding against his, a quiet sound in her throat when he kissed back just as hard. His hand found her waist through the silk and she pressed into it, the belt loosening under his fingers. The kiss went deep and messy. She bit his lower lip, soothed it with her tongue, and laughed against his mouth when his hips jerked up into her palm.

“Bedroom,” she said. “Now. I don’t want the first time on a couch with a laptop watching us.”

She stood. The belt came undone in one pull. The robe slid off her shoulders and pooled at her bare feet, and Xavier forgot the screen entirely.

Kiara naked was a shock of perfection. Smooth skin, a narrow waist, hips that flared just enough, small high breasts with tight nipples, and a cock that had gone fully hard, flushed and elegant, curving up from a smooth base. She did not cover herself. She watched him look, and her cock twitched when his eyes stuck there.

“Still want me?” she asked.

“God, yes.”

She took his hand and pulled him down the short hall into a bedroom washed in late light, sheets already turned down as if she had hoped. Xavier did not wait to be told twice. He dropped to his knees on the rug at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips, face level with the heat of her. Kiara’s fingers slid into his hair, gentle and sure.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Right there. Show me how much.”

He opened his mouth and took her in. The first taste was clean skin and heat, the head of her cock sliding over his tongue, and Kiara’s breath broke on a moan that went straight to his own aching length. He hollowed his cheeks and sank deeper, learning the weight of her, the way she thickened when he sucked. His hands held her hips so she could rock, not shove, and she understood at once. She stroked his hair and fed him slow inches, praising him in that soft voice until he relaxed his throat and took her deeper still.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she gasped. “Look at you on your knees for me. Such a good mouth. Take it. All the way, Xavier, just like that.”

He did. Spit shone on his chin. He bobbed, swallowed around her, pulled back to tongue the underside, then sank again until his nose brushed her smooth skin and his eyes watered. Kiara’s thighs trembled. She petted his hair and swore under her breath, hips rolling in a careful rhythm he met every time. His own cock throbbed untouched in his pants, a wet spot spreading at the tip, and he did not care. He wanted her sounds. He wanted the way her fingers tightened when he groaned around her.

The bedroom door opened.

Xavier did not pull off. Kiara did not startle. A second woman stood in the doorway, and she was just as devastating. Joanna, twenty-three, Kiara’s roommate, had the same kind of beauty in a different key: shorter sunlit hair, a wicked mouth, long legs under a thin tank and soft shorts that did nothing to hide the eager shape already rising between them. She took in the scene, Xavier on his knees with Kiara’s cock buried in his throat, and her smile went slow and hungry.

“You started without me,” Joanna said. “Rude. And gorgeous.”

Kiara laughed, breathless, still stroking Xavier’s hair. “He said yes to me. Ask him yourself. If he wants you too, the bed is big enough.”

Joanna crossed the room and crouched so her eyes were level with his. She did not touch him yet. “I’m Joanna. I live here. I want to strip, get on that bed, and share you with her. Mouth, ass, all of it, if you want that. If you don’t, I’ll leave and you two can keep going. Your call.”

Xavier slid his mouth off Kiara with a wet sound, chest heaving, lips swollen. The want in him was so loud he almost laughed. “Stay,” he said. “I want both of you. I want to be used and I want to fuck you. All of it. Yes.”

“Then get those pants off,” Joanna said, already peeling her tank over her head.

She stripped without teasing. Shorts hit the floor. Under them she was smooth and hard, cock flushed and pretty, breasts small and tight, ass round enough that Xavier’s hands flexed at the sight of it. Kiara tugged him up and kissed the taste of herself off his mouth while Joanna unbuttoned his shirt and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and leaking, and both women made the same appreciative sound.

“On the bed,” Kiara ordered, sweet and filthy. “I want that cock in my ass, and I want her in your mouth while you do it.”

Lube waited in the nightstand like a promise. Kiara climbed onto the mattress on her hands and knees, back arched, looking over her shoulder with her hair spilling down. Xavier slicked his fingers and worked them into her, slow and thorough, until she pushed back and told him she was ready, until her tight hole fluttered around two fingers and her cock dripped onto the sheets. He lined up, pressed the head of his cock to her, and sank in inch by inch. She was scorching, impossibly snug, and the moan she gave when he bottomed out nearly undid him.

“Fuck me,” she panted. “Don’t be polite.”

He gripped her hips and thrust, deep and steady, the slap of skin filling the room. Every stroke dragged a broken sound out of her. Her cock swung beneath her, smearing the sheets, and he reached under to stroke it in time with his hips until she shook and begged him not to stop.

Joanna knelt in front of Kiara, but she turned her attention to Xavier. She caught his jaw, kissed him once, messy and grateful, then rose so her cock brushed his lips. “Open,” she said. “You said yes. Let me fuck that pretty mouth while you wreck her.”

He opened. Joanna slid in, salty and hot, and set a rhythm that matched his thrusts into Kiara. He was pinned between them in the best way, cock buried in Kiara’s clenching ass, throat full of Joanna, hands braced on the mattress so he could take both. Joanna petted his cheek and talked him through it, voice rough with pleasure.

“Look at you. Hired for a website and already split open on both ends. Such a greedy boy. Suck me. Deeper. That’s it, swallow when I push.”

He did. Spit ran down his chin. Kiara cried out every time he drove in, shoving back to meet him, telling him how full she was, how good his cock felt splitting her open. Joanna fucked his mouth in short careful strokes that grew bolder when he moaned around her and relaxed his throat. The three of them found a pace, a filthy chain of motion, until Kiara’s arms shook and she gasped that she was too close, that she wanted to last, that they should switch before she came all over the sheets.

They untangled, breathing hard, shining with sweat. Joanna grabbed the lube and looked Xavier in the eye while she slicked her cock. “On your back,” she said. “I want your ass. Missionary, so I can watch your face. And you’re going to keep sucking her while I do it. Still yes?”

“Still yes,” he said, voice hoarse, and rolled onto his back without hesitation.

Joanna hooked his knees up, worked two wet fingers into him until the burn melted into a deep greedy ache, and then replaced them with the blunt head of her cock. She pushed in slowly, watching him, stopping when he tensed, sinking deeper when he nodded and pulled her closer. The stretch was intense, bright, perfect. When she bottomed out he groaned so loud Kiara laughed and climbed up to straddle his chest, not quite sitting, her cock heavy against his lips.

“Open up again,” Kiara murmured. “Let her pound you while you take care of me.”

Joanna did. She fucked him in long, deep strokes, missionary and relentless, hips snapping once she felt him open around her. Each thrust knocked a broken sound out of his throat and shoved Kiara’s cock farther over his tongue. He sucked desperately, one hand wrapped around Kiara’s shaft, the other clutching Joanna’s thigh. Joanna leaned over him, sweat dripping from her collarbone, and praised every clench of his ass.

“Tight,” she panted. “God, you take it so well. Look at that. Our pretty developer getting his hole ruined and still hungry for her cock. Don’t you dare come yet.”

They switched before any of them could tip over. Kiara swung off his mouth and sank down onto his cock in one slick drop, riding him while Joanna stayed buried in his ass for a few more devastating thrusts, the double sensation so sharp Xavier saw white behind his eyes. Then Joanna pulled out, and Kiara leaned down to kiss him while she bounced, ass gripping him, her own cock slapping his stomach. Joanna moved up and fed him her cock again, then traded places so she could ride him too, lowering herself onto his length with a filthy little sigh while Kiara knelt by his head and slid back into his mouth.

They took turns like that until the room was nothing but heat and wet sound. Kiara rode him hard, grinding, telling him to fill her. Joanna fucked his ass again, slower, deeper, while Kiara stroked herself over his chest. Then Joanna climbed on and rode him facing away, ass bouncing, and Kiara pushed back into his well-used hole so he was full and fucking at once, overwhelmed, shaking, begging in broken pieces for them not to stop. Every hole, every hand, every mouth stayed willing. Whenever one of them checked his face he nodded, gasped yes, pulled them closer.

Kiara came first. She was back in his mouth, Joanna fucking his ass in hard final strokes, and Kiara’s whole body locked. She moaned his name and spilled across his tongue in thick pulses, hips jerking, fingers tight in his hair. He swallowed what he could and let the rest streak his lips. The taste and the relentless drive of Joanna’s cock shoved him over. He came with a raw shout, buried in Kiara’s fist and then, as she guided him, deep inside her when she sank down to take the rest of it, ass clenching around Joanna so hard she cursed. Joanna lasted only a few more thrusts. She drove in to the hilt, shook, and came inside him in hot floods, forehead pressed to his, voice wrecked, telling him how good he felt, how perfectly he had taken her.

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-slick pile, limbs tangled, breathing like they had run up every flight in the building. For a long minute nobody spoke. Kiara kissed him first, slow and deep, tasting herself on his mouth. Joanna kissed him after, softer, laughing against his lips when he winced and smiled at the pleasant ache.

“Website help,” Kiara said, tracing his jaw, “was already going to be excellent. The sex was better.”

“Come back tomorrow,” Joanna added, tucked against his side, fingers lazy on his chest. “Finish the site. Then we do round two. Longer. No laptop in the room at all.”

Xavier lay between them, already scheming. Tomorrow he would bring the finished checkout and a second bottle of lube, and he would make them both ride him until their legs shook before he ever let either of them near his ass. He could already see Kiara on her back, Joanna holding her open, his mouth and his cock trading places until they begged. He smiled into Kiara’s hair, the plan settling warm and certain behind his ribs, and said yes.