The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... It is after midnight when she finally pages me. I rush up to her room. An elderly man in a starched white shirt and black pants lets me in. He finishes buttoning his shirt, puts on the jacket of his tux, then walks out without a word. ‘William, is that you? Come here.’ I step into the bedroom. Mrs. Flanagan is lying on the bed, draped in a bed sheet. ‘I had such a wonderful evening. George is such a gentleman.’ She folds back the bed sheet, revealing her naked plump body. ‘You can clean me up now.’ She cannot be serious. Licking up her shit is one thing. Although it was a first for me, I had fantasized about it countless times. But now she’s expecting me to lap some old geezer’s spunk out of her cunt. Everything inside me screams rebellion. But one look into her eyes is enough to convince me that she will not take no for an answer and that she will make true on her threat. I have little choice but to comply, and she knows it. ‘Yes, Madam.’ ‘Well, then get on with it!’ She pulls up her legs and spreads them, leaving me enough space to crawl in between them. Her outer cuntlips are still swollen and red from the beating they took. Inside, a slimy white substance gleams in the overhead light. I crawl onto the bed from the foot end and squeeze my head between her thighs. A strong fishy smell invades my nostrils as I close in. Her hands come down between her legs and spread the thick cunt. Tiny brown inner cuntlips frame the upper part of her cunt, which is a dull pink in color. ...

... I cannot see her clitoris, but her pee hole is visible as a dimple underneath the dark arc of fleshy lace. Beneath it and covered in white slime, her dilated vulva is a dark cave with pink fleshy stalactites and stalagmites along the rim and all the way inside, for as far as I can see. As my mouth closes in, her cunt twitches in a nervous spasm and a glob of white slime oozes out of her fuck hole. I know I can’t allow it to drip onto the bed sheet, so I quickly place my tongue under it and lap upwards. But that only makes matters worse, as more of the slime comes oozing out and builds up on my outstretched tongue which is now acting as a dam, barely able to hold back the flood. I realize there is only one way to successfully drain the fluid: into my mouth. I knew that was part of the deal when she first told me, but as with so many things, it is until actually dealing with the problem that the full implication of its solution hits you. I curl the tip of my tongue upwards while broadening it at the base as much as I can, then retract it into my open mouth. I have a gag reflex which I’m barely able to suppress. I close my eyes and swallow. I feel how the warm slimy mass slides down my throat. But there is no time to be disgusted. Already the next glob is overflowing her cunt, and I dive back in to spoon it up. ‘Oh come on, dig in already. Just licking the surface won’t do it.’ Saying this, Mrs. Flanagan grabs me by the back of my head and shoves my face deep into her cunt. My ...