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Tip- Top- Tip
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Having worked as a bellboy in a midwestern resort hotel for the last
two years, I had no idea what the fringe benefits could be until I was
recently promoted to bell captain.
One day last week we were expecting an unusually large check-in by a
women's group, and because a group that was leaving was still tied up
in meetings and not vacating their rooms on time, it created a problem
for some early arrivals.
Just when havoc at the front desk was at its peak, I spotted a great
looking readhead, struggling with a couple of suit cases and several
posters to be displayed in the meeting hall.
I went over to the gal and said that I thought it would be some time
before her room would be ready but that I would be happy to store her
luggage in my bell closet and then take her posters up to the meeting
room for her.
Well, to make a long story short, we made it to the closet and she
was late for her meeting.
I asked her to follow me so that I could show her where I would keep
her luggage so she could ask me or any other bellboys to open the
closet for her. I took out my key and opened the door, revealing a
large walk in closet with rows of hooks and a few shelves. I walked
in and placed the luggage near the back of the closet and suddenly the
door shut and the lights went out.
I strained to see, and asked the darkness if the lady was all right
and the only reply was the ruffling of clothes. Her soft breathing
became louder and more pronounced, filling the closet with noise. I
wasn't sure what happened but I was just about smothered by a kiss.
She whispered something into my ear about her being excited after her
plane ride to the city, and myself being cute, and then I felt her
roaming hands slip in from the top of my pants and quickly gripped my
ass. I put my arms around her, our lips met and I quickly found that
she wasn't wearing any clothes. I moved my hands up and I grasped her
breasts, kneading them with my palms, and delicately pinching them
with my finger tips. My tounge probed her mouth, feeling her teeth
and tounge, while her hands unzipped my trousers and let them fall to
the ground. She knelt down.
I felt a moist warmth enclose around the end of my now throbbing
stick. I moaned as her tounge began its exploration over my round
head. It probed every fissure, and ran over the texture of my skin.
I massaged her shoulders, just standing there wanting, and wanting
more.
I felt suction, and she began to move up and down on my shaft. She
then slowed and took me all the way in. I felt the head of my aching
cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged a little but continued
her sucking.
This continued for about five minutes and I finally grabbed her and
pulled her away. I knelt in front of her and removed my shirt. Now
both of us were naked. I took her in my arms and lay down on the
carpeted floor. She shivered and grabbed my cock, moving her hand up
and down my dick which was now covered in saliva.
She pulled away and got back up on her knees. I wanted her so badly
now, and maybe she was answering my prayers. She straddled my hips
and impaled herself on my up-right member. Drawing it in her she
arched her back as I penetrated deep.
She raised up and down on my shaft. Lifting, and falling. I
reached up and grabbed her tits. I raised my hips to met every down
fall. Faster and faster I rammed into her. She finally arched her
back again and I surged into her, following my spurting wetness.
Warm, and sweaty.
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