The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... toss them into the sink, when Mrs. Flanagan taps my head again. ‘No. Put them in your mouth.’ I look up at her, dumbfounded. ‘Didn’t you hear what I said? Put them in your mouth. The juicy part.’ I unfold the panties and look at the brown smear in the crotch. ‘Do you think I like shitting my pants in front of strangers? It’s the least you can do to make up for the embarrassment you put me through. Do it. Now!’ I slowly stuff the stained cloth into my mouth. ‘Go on, suck ‘em. The stain will never come out if it’s not cleaned immediately.’ The taste is sour with a hint of bitterness. I can’t believe I’m doing this, yet here I am. What amazes me even more is the pounding boner in my pants. I’m excited out of my wits by the whole situation. ‘While you’re enjoying that, aren’t you forgetting something?’ Mrs. Flanagan is still standing in front of the toilet bowl, half naked. She signals at the closed lid behind her. I stand up and reach behind her to open it for her. ‘Thank you. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be done in a minute.’ She sits down on the toilet. There’s a sputtering fart, and then a barrage of loud splashes as she dumps the contents of her bowels into the toilet bowl. A sour smell of fresh diarrhea reaches my nostrils, matching the taste in my mouth. A series of farts announce the end of her discharge. ‘You can take that out of your mouth now. Get on your knees. Right here.’ She signals in front of her. I do as I’m told. Mrs. Flanagan gets up from the toilet and turns her ...

... shit-smeared ass into my face. ‘Clean me.’ Dodging her ass, I reach for the toilet paper, only to get my hand slapped. ‘No. Not like that. I’m allergic to toilet paper. Use your tongue.’ I look at the broad ass before me. The ass cheeks are big and round and pockmarked. Her asshole is a thick knob pushing out between them. Her leathery cunt is dangling beneath it. A strand of light brown mushy shit is flowing slowly from her asshole, and there are shiny globs of shit around it. ‘Come on, I don’t have all day.’ I dive in, licking up the flow of liquid shit between her ass cheeks first, then cleaning up the immediate vicinity until she is spotless. ‘Mmm, nice. You have a velvet tongue. You can help me dress now.’ She strides out of the bathroom. ‘Be a dear and flush the toilet, will you?’ When I catch up with her in the bedroom, she has laid out a fresh pair of panties, a panty hose and a dress. Following her precise directions, I help her dress. Just when we finish, the phone rings. She answers it. ‘You’re right on time, honey. I just finished dressing up. I’ll be down in a minute.’ She hangs up and turns to me. ‘Take my tights and panties down to the laundry room. I want you to hand wash them and dry them in the dryer. Make sure they’re absolutely spotless. Oh, and do it yourself. Nobody needs to know what happened here. Is that understood?’ I nod. ‘Good. I’m going out to dinner. Wait up for me, I might need you later. I’ll buzz you if I do. Now hand me my fur coat.’ Part IV ...