The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... happen again, I promise. Just don’t say anything to Mr. Beans, he’ll…’ ‘What? He’ll fire your ass? Well he damn well should.’ ‘I’ll do anything, Mrs. Flanagan. Please. I… I need this job.’ ‘You do that with every guest? Sniff their underwear?’ ‘N-no, of course not.’ ‘Then why mine? What’s so special about mine?’ She has dropped the bags and stepped closer. ‘Uhm, I… I don’t know, I was just…’ ‘Is it the smell?’ She is now directly in front of me, her belly pressing hard against mine, her breath on my face. Her hand comes up. Long fingernails dig into the soft skin beneath my chin. ‘I got more where that came from, you naughty boy. Come here.’ She pulls me down painfully and I am forced onto my knees. Mrs. Flanagan lets go of my chin, only to grab me by the hair. Holding my head down so I cannot get up, she places her crotch onto my face and for the second time today I find my nose up her cunt. ‘So you like to sniff women’s underwear, huh? Well sniff this, you pervert.’ My head gets yanked up and down in long strokes while she rubs my face through her crotch. My nose gets impregnated with a strong smell of muff and fermentation. ‘Well, how do you like it? Does it smell nice?’ She pulls my head back and looks down at me, waiting for an answer. But I’m too flabbergasted to utter a sound and shyly nod instead. ‘Hmm. You like that, huh? Let’s see how you like this, then.’ Keeping my head in position, she swivels around with unsuspected agility and I find myself facing her ass. It ...

... is wide and flat, tightly packed inside the elastic white cloth of her tights. Mrs. Flanagan grabs me by the ears and forcefully pulls my head into her broad behind. Unhappy with the depth she is achieving, she pushes her ass backwards and with quick up and down movements slides my face further inside her ass cleavage. ‘Ready?’ Her big ass shudders as if under tremendous pressure, then freezes. I dare not move. Something is up, but I’m not sure what. I don’t have to wait long for an answer, though. Suddenly, a sharp sound like a trumpet breaks the silence. The sound emanates from her ass, right under my nose. I feel the fabric of her tights flutter against my lips. When it stops, a foul smell creeps up my nose. Before I can truly grasp what is happening, a second fart rips from her ass, this one even longer. ‘How’d you like that, huh? Don’t you just love that smell?’ Up above, Mrs. Flanagan is laughing her head off. All the while, she keeps on pushing fart after stinky fart into my mouth. ‘Oooh, got a big one coming. Wait…’ Her ass is shuddering again. But this time the sound is different. There’s a sputter and a squish, and then something warm and wet presses against my lips and expands downward onto my chin. It smells different too. ‘Shit!’ She lets go of my head and steps away from me. The white cloth of her tights, right where my face was just a second ago, now has a long brown stain. Mrs. Flanagan reaches back with her hand in an attempt to assess the damage, then walks ...