Bellboy - Sex Stories

Bellboy

When Mrs Estelle B. came into the lobby a month ago I wanted to pitch her myself. Stacked, classy, blonde with the pouty full lips I love. Course I didn't have a chance. No luggage except a purse, I caught the look from the manager, she paid with a credit card to a phoney gardening shop the Royale owned, so this wasn't her first time. Meant she had a buck lined up already, which she did. An hour after I showed her the room, a huge black buck picked up the key in the lobby. Couple hours after I went up with her drink order and found them brazenly still coupled. She did say 'come on in', and you'd think bellboys had seen everything, but with only a sheet wrapped around their waists, I could tell he was still in her, could even see the outline of his huge balls, as she was sort of sitting in his lap, facing me. Groaning a couple of times as he grinned, she rode his thrust, and I gaped at her big beautiful white breasts, with his huge black hands cupping and squeezing each thick brown nipple. She sort of teased me, knowing I was hard just watching, but gave me a nice tip. Trembling when I left. It never had gotten to me before but hearing them moaning, and every door I walked by hearing another white woman making out, I started imagining all the gorgeous white pussy that at that moment, all around me, was stuffed with big black cock. I stood out in the hallway like a fool, listening to her and feminine cries of joy from other rooms, just couldn't leave those wonderful sounds. ...

... My cock got so hard listening to her cream I stroked myself and ejaculated inside my pants. Of course the next white babe I served looked at the dark stain around my fly and smiled arrogantly at me even while holding her buck's huge cock with one hand and taking the drink in the other. That was the beginning of my hallway jackoffs with Mrs. B and her buck, and it felt good somehow to show her the stain on my pants, and I think I got a better tip also, even though I could tell she snickered and preened even more when she saw it. Then the other day it was mid afternoon and this tough looking middle aged guy came in wearing a brown suit. I thought he was a cop at first but it turned out he he was a private investigator. He went right to me and smiled and asked me how's business, and I shrugged. Then he showed me this photo of Mrs. B, asked me if I'd seen her there. Under the photo was a 50$ bill. Said he knew she was there, and he worked for her husband. Said he had another 50$ if I told him what room she was in. I looked at the pic and the money, knowing this was an easy 100. Finally, not sure why, I said I never saw the lady. He smiled and paused, and then sat down in a lobby chair. He'd wait and see, but said it would be too late to change my mind when she came down. I thought about it some more until I got a drink order to bring up. Then I went down to the room Mrs. B usually took. Found her just leaving, french kissing her buck in the hallway, now all dressed back up. When ...