The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... nose slides in between her fat cuntlips, and my outstretched tongue shoots up her vulva. Her grip on my head is strong and I’m having trouble breathing. In a bout of panic, I struggle to free myself from my predicament. ‘What kind of a sissy personal valet are, that you can’t handle a woman’s cunt? God, why do I have to put up with this?’ Mrs. Flanagan lets go of my head. There’s a squishy sound when I pull my face from the depths of her cunt. I breathe in hard. But before I have time to recover, I feel her right foot on my shoulder and with a violent shove, I am kicked off the bed. My back hits the floor hard, my legs are still up on the bed. I’m dizzy from the fall I took. The room darkens and I believe I’m fainting, but then I realize it’s the bulk of Mrs. Flanagan’s body blocking out the ceiling light as she stands above me and straddles my head. I look right up between her legs, where she is holding her cunt with one hand to keep it from leaking. With amazing swiftness, she squats down and smashes her slimy cunt into my face. ‘Now suck it in, motherfucker. I don’t have all night for you to finish! I have to pee and I would like to catch some sleep before the night is over.’ The slime is now oozing rapidly onto my lips, and I open my mouth to let it slide inside. ‘I said suck, shithead. I don’t hear you sucking. Suck it!’ She slaps the top of my head, and I suck her fuckhole as hard as I can, making slurping sounds. Mrs. Flanagan is bobbing up and down on my face, as ...

... if trying to push out the last of the slimy goo into my mouth. I hear her laughing up above. ‘Yeah, that’s it, drink it, you cocksucker. That’ll teach you to sniff a decent lady’s panties.’ Mrs. Flanagan is holding my head again with both hands, lifting it off the floor and keeping it in position. The movement of her hips has changed to the horizontal plane now, her pelvis tilting backwards and forwards in rapid succession while she fucks my face with her dripping cunt. There is a sloppy sound every time she slams it into my face. She’s grunting and moaning while she speeds up the rhythm, until she cramps up and thrusts me hard into her ripe womanhood. My mouth and nose are deep inside her flesh. The crack of her ass is on my chin and I can feel it quivering as she squirts her cum generously into my mouth. ‘Ooh, I needed that. George is quite a lady killer in the lounge, but once he makes it into the bedroom he forgets his manners.’ Mrs. Flanagan’s body collapses on top of me. She drops down on hands and knees, releasing my face from her cunt which is still dripping cum. I can hear her panting. But she doesn’t get up. After a short while, she pivots her pelvis again and her cunt is back on my face. Two fingers appear and spread her cunt in such a way that her cuntlips line my mouth. My nose sticks out over the top, so I can breathe. Just when I wonder what she might be up to now, my mouth fills up with a gush of warm liquid that sprouts from her cunt. ‘Hold still. How do you ...