The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

... expect me to piss into your mouth if you don’t hold still? You’re soiling the carpet.’ Piss keeps gushing from her pee hole in a thick stream that tickles the back of my throat. Although I gulp and swallow as much as I can, it is more than I can handle. My mouth overflows and I feel her piss trickle down my chin and neck. She pisses relentlessly for about half a minute, before the stream slows down to a thin trickle. Mrs. Flanagan’s cunt flexes as she flushes a series of squirts down my throat, and then I’m finally released. Mrs. Flanagan gets to her feet. ‘I’m done. You can wipe me now.’ I already know the cleaning routine. I start lapping the inside of her thighs, working up towards her cunt, which I end up sucking, just as I had started. ‘Get me my nightgown, will you?’ ‘Yes Madam, right away.’ She bows her head and holds out her arms while I help her into it. ‘Did you bring my laundry, the stuff I asked you to clean?’ ‘Yes Madam, I left it right there on the cabinet.’ ‘Good. Put it in the drawer. ‘Yes Madam.’ ‘And make the bed. I’m going to sleep now.’ ‘Yes Madam.’ I make the bed and fold back the sheets. Before she turns in, I assist her with brushing her teeth and rubbing her feet with alcohol. ‘You will wake me at eight sharp tomorrow. Coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs, toast with real butter. Donut and cream cheese. Let yourself in with the master key.’ ‘Yes Madam.’ Good night, William. Turn off the lights on your way out.’ ‘Good night, Madam. I will, Madam.’ ‘Oh, ...

... and William…’ ‘Yes Madam?’ ‘You need to shape up, William. I expect better service from a personal valet.’ ‘Yes Madam. I will do my best, Madam.’ ‘I will put you to the test tomorrow, William. If you don’t cut it, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask for a replacement.’ ‘I assure you that will not be necessary, Madam. I sincerely apologize for my shortcomings and the inconveniences I have caused you because of them. I will procure to serve you exactly the way you require, the moment you require it.’ ‘We shall see. You can retire now.’ ‘Good night, Madam.’ Part V The moment I get to my little room behind the kitchen area, I sit down on the bed and stare at the wall in front of me. I am completely numbed out. My mind can barely assess what happened up there today. But a sudden realization awakes me from my reveries: my dick is, and has been all day, as stiff and hard as a baseball bat! The moment I touch my zipper to let it out, it starts jerking and a golden wave of pleasure jerks through my hips and explodes through the tip of my dick, right there in my pants. I lay back onto the bed, exhausted. Never have I had such a fierce and massive orgasm, much less without touching myself. This woman has completely shaken the foundations of my being. Even now, my sexual passion drained from me in such a profuse manner, a strong and desperate longing to return to the sweet haven of her complete and utter dominance over me wells up from deep within and pervades my every fiber. Dressed and ...