The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... like I need a shave.’ When I return, she tells me to change the blade and holds up her arm again. I spray the foam. Her flesh is loose and I have to stretch the skin. When I’m done, she turns her torso and I do the other armpit. Then I continue with the soap. Her breasts are large and sag onto her belly. I have to lift them to wash the soft skin beneath them. Her large brown nipples do not escape my attention. When I’m done, she signals me to help her up. I do her legs, reaching in between and around them, passing the soap from one hand to the other. She puts up her left foot onto the rim of the tub, leaning on my shoulders while I wash it. Then she puts up her right foot. When I’m done, she swings her knee to the right and pushes her pelvis forward, exposing her cunt. I drop to my knees and pass the soap over the inside of her legs and up through the bushel of hair on top of her cunt, but avoiding to breech the cuntlips. I read somewhere that mucosal tissue is sensitive to certain ingredients of soap. ‘Don’t be shy, go right in. It’s a special soap that doesn’t sting.’ Mrs. Flanagan reaches between her legs and spreads her cunt in confirmation. I do a thorough job through the fleshy ridges. Then I move up to her massive belly, which I have to lift up to get underneath the folds. Finally, she turns around and bends over, sticking her huge ass into my face. Her soft flesh shudders while I wash her buttocks. When I pass the soap through the crack, she reaches behind her and ...

... spreads her ass wide. ‘Be careful with my little rosebud. The poor thing is all sore. Can’t seem to shake off that damn diarrhea.’ Little rosebud? An inch-thick fleshy knob protrudes from the depths of her ass crack right where her asshole is supposed to be. I dab it lightly with a soapy finger, caressing carefully around and behind it. Her big ass looming above me, spread wide in total exposure, I can hardly suppress the urge to shove my face right into it. But I dare not. Instead, I get to my feet and put the soap away. ‘Done?’ ‘Yes, Madam.’ ‘Good. Hose me off, then. Be careful not to wet my hair. I just had it done yesterday.’ When I’m done, I help her out of the tub and dry her off with the bath towel I had laid out for her. She waves off the robe. ‘Bring the toilet bag. I have another job for you.’ I follow her into the bedroom, where she lies down on the bed, pulling up her knees and spreading her legs. ‘Clip the triangle, there’s a pair of scissors in the bag. The rest you shave. Be careful, my skin is extremely sensitive down there. I swear I’ll kick you in the head if you hurt me.’ ‘Yes, Madam.’ ‘Hand me my cigarettes and an ashtray.’ I get her cigarettes, lighter and an ashtray from the coffee table. When I step back into the bedroom, she has turned on the TV and is watching the news on CNN. I hand her a cigarette and light it for her. Then I get the scissors and the shaving gear from her toilet bag and crawl onto the bed from the foot end, right between her spread ...