The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... legs. I place a towel beneath her ass, which she lifts up for me, bringing her magnificent cunt dangerously close to my face. I feel I’m getting hard again. Damn, she may not be the most attractive woman in the world, but her attitude really grabs me by the balls in a way no other woman has ever done. It is her cool matter-of-factness, as if what she was doing to me were the most normal thing in the world. The way she commands me, taking it as a given that I will not protest nor run out on her, so cocksure that I will do exactly as she tells me. I suddenly realize that my submission to her goes beyond her threats to have me fired. I’m mesmerized by this woman, by the power she exudes, by her easy control and superior air. Every time I set my eyes upon her, she begets an angel’s aura, and when she is not around, a slow aching warmth creeps through my body and clamps my yearning heart. I’m in love. The task of shaving Mrs. Flanagan’s cunt is a tedious one. The skin is rough and furrowed, the stubbles coarse and thick. I try as best as I can to spread the leathery skin with utmost gentleness and pass the razorblade with short cautious, yet firm strokes between my fingers. Especially the rims of her cunt are tricky, as they are grooved and uneven and the stubbles continue all the way inside. The hairiest part seems to be at the top where her cunt cleavage starts. I cannot completely spread the skin and have to tilt the razor to reach inside the narrow folds. The part I ...

... especially cherish is below her cunt, around her asshole, although it is even harder to get into. Mrs. Flanagan, understanding my predicament, grabs her legs behind the knees and pulls them all the way up to her chest, enabling me unobstructed access to her ass cleavage and an unexpected panorama of her most intimate body region. Understanding that this position is not very comfortable for her, I endeavor to do a quick job down there. However, before I can apply the shaving foam, a wet sputter of farts that blow shiny bubbles from her protruding asshole warn me that the position she has placed herself in is taking its toll on her tortured intestines. ‘Oh my, oh my, there I go again. Quick, do something! Don’t let me mess the sheets.’ I’m not sure what I can do. I try to cover her ass with the towel I stuffed underneath her, but she kicks me in the back with her heels in signal that this is not what she has in mind. ‘Stop fumbling around and dive in there. I can’t hold it any longer.’ To accentuate her words, she digs her heels into my back and pushes me into her. I slam face first into her cunt. I feel a warm viscose liquid dripping onto my chin and pull back. Yellowish globs of diarrhea are spurting out of her asshole. The stench is formidable, but I know that the only way to contain the flow is using my mouth. I dive back in, this time locking my mouth around the thick knob that has started to spout liquid shit like a volcano. Once it is inside my mouth, I feel it expand and a ...