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Yo-Yo Chronicles 6: Maid Service



   By Ed Rider



   I do a lot of traveling on business, and wherever I stay, whether it's
the only motel in a small town or a five-star hotel, I leave a tip for the
maids who clean the rooms -- at least $20 for every night I'm there, no
matter how cheap the room is.

   One reason is because I realize that these women -- I've never
encountered any men -- are among the lowest paid and hardest working
members of the workforce, even with the tips.  Though they know that not
everyone tips maids, they take the job with the expectation that most hotel
guests understand the unwritten rule.

   At one time, I didn't understand the rule, but when I learned about it,
it had such a dramatic impact on me that I've been a good tipper ever
since, including restaurants, coffee shops, car washes and every place
where I see a tip box.  It's become a habit.

   My realization dawned on me early one morning, when I was asleep at an
expensive hotel in Seattle.  I was awakened by an urgency between my legs,
which I'm used to.  I automatically began to get up to go to the bathroom,
but then I felt some hands push me back down on the bed.

   That got me wide awake in a second.  The room was dark, and I couldn't
see what was going on, but I could feel.

   I felt at least three pairs of hands pushing on my back, and one was
pushing my head into the pillow, not hard enough to smother me, but enough
to prevent me from yelling.  Now I could tell what the irritation between
my legs was.  It was some greasy substance being rubbed between my butt
cheeks.  It felt like a couple of fingers, and then I was sure of it,
because first one finger and then another finger pushed into me with the
grease and rubbed it around inside my anus.  My body bounced off the bed as
the fingers went in, but I couldn't move much because those hands continued
to push me down.

   Then I felt the fingers withdraw, and something else was inserted.  It
went in smoothly and kept on going, climbing up my colon.  It must have
reached my intestines before it finally stopped.

   A second after it stopped, I felt some warm liquid starting to flow into
me.  There was a tube inside me, and the warm liquid was going high up into
me.  As it flowed in, I felt some fingers fiddling with my testicles for a
moment, and then nothing except the hands pushing me down and the liquid
filling me so full it pushed my stomach out.  Then it stopped, the tube was
pulled out and the hands that were holding me down rolled me over onto my
back.  A pillow was still pressed into my mouth when all the lights in the
room went on and I could finally see who was there.

   It was an odd looking group.  They were all women and all dressed in
hotel maid uniforms.  Three of them had towels wrapped around their heads
like Muslim women, so I all I could see of their faces were their eyes. 
The rest were an odd assortment of types, some Hispanic, some Asian, one
black and some white.  They looked like they ranged in age between 20 and
40, and their body types were all over the place, too.  Some were slim,
some heavyset, some curvy, some flat.  But none were fat.

   One of the white ones began talking.  She had a heavy Eastern European
accent.

   "Mr.  Morris," she said, "please pay attention, because we don't have
much time.  It's 6:30, and we have to finish by 8 because some of us start
our shift then.  We have put a string around your balls, like a Yo-Yo
string, and if you don't cooperate, we will pull it.  Agatha show him."

   Someone propped some pillows behind my back, and I looked down to where
I felt something pulling between my legs.  I saw my balls moving forward
slowly, away from my body.  They were being pulled by a string held by one
of the Asian women.  As she pulled, the white woman said, "If you make any
move now, Agatha will pull, and it will hurt.  If you try to move away from
Agatha, your balls might be pulled right off your body.  So relax, Mr. 
Morris, and listen.

   "My name is Gertrude, and I'm a member of Liberated Maids of America. 
See this pin in the shape of a vacuum cleaner with LMA on it.  Of course,
Gertrude is not my real name.  We use code names in LMA, because it's a
secret organization.  I'm from the Ukraine, and most of the founders of LMA
are from former Communist countries.  That's how we know secrecy and why we
call ourselves liberated.

   "We are grateful to be living with liberty and justice for all in a free
country like the United States, and we are willing to work hard so that our
children can go to college.  We love Americans.  They are the most generous
people in the world.  But sometimes, we come across some Americans who are
more like the people in the old country -- mean, nasty, cheating people. 
They are not living under communism, so why do they take advantage of
defenseless people?  Why are they trying to cheat the system?

   "Oh, Mr.  Morris, I see you are starting to squirm.  That's because of
the enema.  There's a lot of warm, soapy liquid inside you that wants to
get out.  In a second, you are going to have two choices:

   "One, we will remove the little pillow from your face, and you can take
Agatha's hand, and she will lead you to the bathroom, where you can release
the soapy water and wash off.  Then you will come back here and listen to
me again.

   "Or two, if you try to yell or do anything else, we will push the pillow
back on your mouth and hold you down on the bed.  A few of us will cover
ourselves in plastic wrap, and then we'll lift you up and start walking
around the hotel room with you and positioning you as you start spurting
the filthy liquid from your ass.  We will make sure it covers the bed, the
dresser, all the furniture, all your clothes, the closet, the ironing
board, the bathtub, the shower, inside the little refrigerator under the
bar, even inside the safe.  Then we will make you lie in it on your bed
until it's time for the shift to start.  Before we let you up, one of us
will report to the manager that she is afraid of the strange smell coming
from your room.  The manager will think you committed suicide -- because
that's what the smell usually means -- so he'll probably call the police.
You won't have time to clean up, so you better start thinking now about how
you're going to explain.  Maybe they will even believe the truth.  Of
course, then you will never know why we are here or whether we will ever do
this again.

   "Mr.  Morris, I see you are really uncomfortable now and twisting your
body in strange ways.  You need to decide quickly.  Do you want to expel in
the toilet or all over the room?  We're removing the pillow."

   "Toilet," I gasped, and ran with Agatha to the bathroom, barely making
it in time.  I was heaving and crying as the stuff spurted out of me. 
Agatha dampened a cloth and ran it back and forth across my forehead.

   After what seemed like an eternity, everything seemed to be out of me,
and Agatha pulled me into the shower, where she turned it on cold and
washed me all over with the hand-held shower head as I shivered and held
onto the support handle.  I could barely stand.

   When she had dried me, Agatha pulled me back to the bed and pushed me
down on my back.  Gertrude began talking as Agatha lifted my legs and
pushed them back so my ass stuck out.  One of the other women came forward
and pushed some more grease into me followed by the tube again and more
warm liquid.

   "We need to do this one more time, Mr.  Morris," said Gertrude.  "Where
was I?  Oh yes, some people in this wonderful country are selfish, uncaring
and even mean.  They don't realize hotel maids are expected to make part of
our income with tips.  By not paying us much, the hotels can keep their
costs down, and they expect the guests to take up the slack.

   "We know that some people don't understand this.  So when we are
stiffed, we aren't happy, but if it's someone who only does this once or
twice a year on vacation, we just accept it.  But some businessmen and
businesswomen who should know better are traveling around the country,
spending many nights with us, and they don't leave a cent for the maids.

   "The Liberated Maids of America is not a union.  We think of it as more
of an educational organization or maybe a rehabilitation clinic.  When our
members come across a cheapaholic, we begin tracking him or her until we
can find the right moment for an intervention.  Then we step in and help
the violator work through the dependency until there is a cure.  This is
your intervention."

   "Wait a minute," I said.  My body was filled with the warm liquid, and I
knew that I wouldn't be able to talk for long.  "There's a
misunderstanding. Now that I know what's expected, I'll be glad to do my
share."

   "We appreciate that," said Gertrude.  "It sounds as though today's
session has a good chance for success.  But Mr.  Morris, you must know that
we are very careful before we go this far.  When we come across those who
are genuinely ignorant of the tipping custom, we find a much less dramatic
way to clue them in.

   "Do you remember a month ago, you were staying at that five-star hotel
in Denver?  You had dinner by yourself and then went to the bar.  Do you
remember an unusual looking woman who came over and sat next to you?"

   I nodded.  She was some kind of Eurasian who had a strikingly beautiful
face.  She looked very exotic, and had the kind of body that caught the eye
of everyone in the room, especially because she was dressed in an outfit
that exposed so much of it.

   As soon as she had sat down next to me, I realized that she was totally
out of my price range, so I relaxed and enjoyed conversing with her.  We
talked a long time before she must have finally realized I didn't have
enough money to even bring up the subject she was waiting for.  But she had
class, because she was friendly right up to the moment she said she had to
leave.

   "That was Ethel," said Gertrude.  "No it's not her real name.  She
wasn't a call girl.  She was once one of us, but her looks got her a job in
an office and free English lessons, even though she disappointed the man
who hired her.  She told me he said that though she refused to pay him back
for his kindness, just watching her every day was enough of a reward.

   "Ethel feels bad about her advantage, although she knows that jealousy
is taboo in Liberated Maids of America.  We are all grateful for being in
America, and we celebrate our members' success.  Each of us has special
qualities, and it's not her fault that beauty is one of hers.

   "Anyway, she insists on maintaining her membership and helping us in any
way she can.  You probably don't remember how she steered the conversation
to different kinds of work, and when you told her about your work, she
brought out the fact that some friends of hers were hotel maids and how
hard they worked and how sometimes they were stiffed by hotel guests.

   "Your attitude was that it wasn't up to the guests to make up for what
the hotel wasn't paying them.  You said that you resented all the tip boxes
that were showing up everywhere.  You told her you never gave tips, except
in restaurants, and when she pointed out how much you were paid and that in
the hotel industry, tips were considered part of the pay, you still had no
empathy.  She tried several different ways to get you to understand, but
she said that while you listened politely, you just couldn't relate to what
she was saying.

   "When we got her report, we knew that an intervention would be necessary
in your case.  I see that you're starting to twist around again.  Agatha,
please take him to the bathroom."

   When Agatha had finished washing me off again and we returned to the
bed, I was exhausted from dealing with the cramps and expulsion.  So I
didn't resist when she and some other women moved me around until I was
lying on my back in the middle of the large bed with a large pillow pushing
my head up.  Gertrude began speaking again.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Morris, that was not part of the intervention, but it
was necessary because we are filming, and we want to make sure the video
doesn't cross the boundaries of good taste.  Now we are going to begin.  Do
you see the three ladies with the towels across their faces holding the
video cameras?  They are auxiliary members of the Liberated Maids of
America, because they are not liberated yet.  They are illegals, and they
work as hard as any of us, but they are scared of deportation, so they
don't want to be identified in any way.  They are here only to record the
activities.  That's why all the lights in the room have been turned on.

   "We are ready to begin now, Mr.  Morris.  As I told you, we think of
this intervention as education.  We want to teach you about some of the
things we do for you whenever you visit a hotel so that you'll be more
appreciative and generous from now on.

   "We use the team teaching method, and two us at a time will be educating
you.  One of them is always going to be Prudence.  She's the one who's
taking off all her clothes.  She's from the Ukraine, and she's a hard
worker when she's on a cleaning crew, but when it comes to sex, she's
totally crazy.

   "We told her she doesn't need to take her clothes off for the
intervention, but she insists.  We told her that she only needs to use her
hands, but she insists on using her mouth.  She told us that she loves to
suck, but her boyfriend is scared of her, because her mouth is so powerful.
He's a janitor from the Dominican Republic, and he's very superstitious. 
He told her that when she sucks him, it feels like she's sucking the soul
out of him.

   "So she said she doesn't get enough practice.  When you hear her
giggling as she watches you and sucks you, you know she's having an orgasm.
If you ever come to this hotel again and you see her, she'll probably
gladly to join you in bed once her shift is over, but she's only a slut,
not a whore, so she's not going to ask you for money.

   "Prudence, are you ready?  Then you may begin."

   Prudence had a cute face and was slim with pale white skin, natural
blond hair and oversized natural breasts that bounced against each other as
she climbed on the bed.  She knelt sideways next to me, and there was
something innocent about her when she kissed me on the cheek, but then she
leaned over my crotch, and I gasped as she sucked me into her mouth with
the force of a tornado.  In a second, I was hard as a rock, and in another
second, she let me drop from her mouth and smiled at me lasciviously.  She
had high cheekbones and blue eyes.

   Without further stimulation, I started sagging, and she watched until I
was in a heap and then sucked me up quickly again.  This time she bobbed
her head up and down a little, and I started responding.  She again stopped
and waited until I was soft again.  Two more times, and I was starting to
get nervous and frustrated.  I needed to come, but she wouldn't let me.

   "OK, Mr.  Morris, that was a preview for you.  Prudence is going to be
playing with you like that throughout your lessons until it's her turn and
she shows you how to spray the counter.  She knows how to keep you going
without getting you too upset, but if you don't listen, she will have to
use her vacuum cleaner mouth again.  A couple more times, and you're going
to start feeling pain from the frustration, so the best thing you can do is
listen and get through your lessons.

   "This is Victoria, Mr.  Morris.  As you can see, she and the rest of us
are a lot more modest than Prudence.  She's going to teach you about
cleaning the sink and faucets.  Get into position, Prudence and then lean
forward so Mr.  Morris can see what I'm talking about."

   I could see that Victoria was short and stocky, with a plain but not
ugly face.  But when she climbed over me, I couldn't see a thing, because
when she got on her hands and knees on top of me facing my feet, her skirt
went over my head.  All was darkness until a pair of hands lifted her skirt
and pulled it over on top of her back.

   Then I could see that Victoria wasn't wearing any underwear and between
her legs there was an abundance of black shrubbery.  I had never seen such
thick, dense hair on any woman, not even on top of their heads.

   "Sorry, Victoria, but the cameras can't see under your skirt.  If you
don't want your face in the video, keep it down on his stomach.  Oh, you
don't care?  You want to watch yourself with him?  Fine.

   "OK, now spread your legs above Mr.  Morris, so he can see the sink. 
No, he doesn't mind that the sink is wet and hairy because you've just come
off working hard on the night shift.  We clean wet and hairy sinks every
day, don't we?  There, that's good.  But there's so much hair in your sink
that you can't see the drain.  Mr.  Morris needs to get through that hair
so he can wipe everything clean.

   "Prudence, please position some pillows under Mr.  Morris's head so he
can get closer to the sink.  That's it.  I think he can feel the wet hair
that he needs to get through pushing right into his mouth and nose now,
even though his mouth is tightly closed.  Time to open your mouth and get
to work on the sink with your pink rag.  You've got to push hard, all the
way through the hair until the pink rag feels something really slimy. 
That's the sink, and your rag needs to get in there and start wiping. 
Let's get going, Mr.  Morris.  We don't have all morning.  Do you feel that
little tug on the string around your balls?  Remember our reminder?"

   I got the idea and began licking Victoria's hairy secret.  She spread
her legs more and that pushed my face further into the hair.  It was now
covering everything from my forehead to my chin, and it was smelly and
slimy.  I kept licking and she kept spreading until finally I felt it.  My
tongue hit a large opening from which the juices were running.  I
hesitated, and then I felt another tug, so I pushed my tongue into her
vagina and began licking all around it.  When I licked the little button at
the top, she jumped and came down hard on me.  "Sorry," I heard her say as
she lifted back up so she wouldn't smother me.

   Now the fluids were really running out of her as I licked.  They covered
my face and poured into my nose and mouth.  The flavor and smell almost
made me retch, but I kept licking and tried to speed up because I figured
that she wouldn't get off me until she came.

   I heard heavy breathing above me, and then I felt her body start moving
on top of me.  She was moving her legs wider apart again and opening up her
vagina until it was huge and rubbing it across my face.  I gave up trying
to lick her and concentrated on trying to breathe around the hairy, slimy
mess that was smothering my face.  She was moving up and down and around my
face as if it was a penis that she was riding.

   Finally, her movements got faster and she gave a short shriek and
slammed down on top of me.  Then she squirmed and gave little cries for
about a minute before she collapsed forward.

   I was pretty busy with Victoria, but I occasionally felt Prudence's
mouth sucking and teasing me to erection and then letting me decompress
again.  As Victoria got off the bed, I felt a pressing pain in my balls.  I
needed desperately to come, but that didn't seem to be in the plan.

   "Very good, Mr.  Morris.  You did a nice job of cleaning out that sink.
It's a disgusting job, isn't it, but there are worse ones.  OK, here is
Nora, she's going to teach you about two more things we do, washing around
the toilet and brushing the bowl.

   I looked at Nora.  She looked Middle Eastern, maybe Greek or Turkish or
Arab.  She looked sultry and sexy and had a lot on top that was pushing
against her uniform.  But even before got on the bed, it was apparent what
her most prominent feature was.

   She was well proportioned, but that feature threw everything out of
balance.  It was a giant ass that looked like a beach ball.

   Like, Victoria, Nora didn't have any underwear on, and soon I was in the
dark again, with that huge ass on my face.  Again, the lights came on when
her skirt was folded back by Gertrude.

   She was sitting a little further down my body than Victoria, and her
giant crack was inches from my face.  The amazing thing was her ass wasn't
flabby and dimply.  It was smooth and firm, just huge.  I felt Prudence
suck me in again as Gertrude began talking.

   "Mr.  Morris, there's no getting around it, washing around the toilet
and brushing the bowl are not fun," she said.  "Many of us have been taught
in our religions that it is impure and unholy to do that for anyone except
our own families, but because we love America, we had to learn to get the
job done.

   "The first step is to clear everything from the area around the toilet,
so we can see what we're doing.  As Nora spreads her legs wide to help you,
you must reach up and grab one of her cheeks with each hand and pull them
apart.  Do you need a tug?  No, you don't.  That's beautiful, Mr.  Morris.
Please pull them wider.  Do you see all that dark stuff up and down the
spread-out area.  That's hair that's fallen onto the tile floor, and it
needs to be mopped up, Mr.  Morris.  Start pushing your pink mop inside the
area you opened up and mop up that damp, smelly hair.  There, you got it. A
little harder and faster with the mop, please."

   After I opened the huge crack between Nora's cheeks, my head was
adjusted on the pillows so my tongue could start licking up and down the
crack.  On the way up and down, I went over the wrinkled bud in the middle,
but I tried to go over it fast.  The hair tasted and smelled much worse
than the hair around Victoria's vagina.  I was starting to get dizzy from
the atmosphere.

   "Very good, Mr.  Morris," said Gertrude.  "You did a good job around the
toilet.  Now it's into the toilet with your brush.  Nora's going to lift
the toilet seat by pushing out hard to open it up, and then you're going to
stick your pink toilet brush deep inside and brush all around the bowl."

   She stopped when she heard me wretching.  "Just a minute, Nora," she
said.  "He sounds like some of us did the first time we had to clean the
bowl.  Let him recover for a minute."

   After a minute, there was a tug.  I opened my eyes and looked up.  There
was Nora's giant ass above me like a wrecking ball that was about to pound
the life out of me.  I shuddered.

   "OK, Mr.  Morris, let's start with your hands again.  Spread her wide,
wider.  That's it.  Now Nora, start pushing like you do when -- well you
know.  You did remember to go before you came to Mr.  Morris's room like I
told you.  Good.  We don't want any accidents.

   "OK, Mr.  Morris, you can start by licking across the open toilet. 
That's it.  Now push your pink toilet brush out more when you're licking.
Now push it inside as far as it will go.  That's it.  Now open your mouth
wide, because the toilet is going to open even wider and push down on you.
Nora can open pretty wide down there.  That's good.  It looks like half
your head is buried inside.  Keep the brush going inside the toilet.  I see
her squirming, so you're doing fine.  Breathe through the hair around the
toilet with your nose.  That's it.

   "Now Nora's going to use her fingers in front while you use your tongue
in back.  There she goes.  Do you feel how that makes her spasm around your
tongue?  She's starting to move on your face.  You may need to hold your
breath pretty soon because she's pushing yur head further in, and she might
swallow a lot of your face.  Get ready.  You may not hear me if your ears
are covered.  Just lie there and hold your breath."

   As Nora squirmed and pushed her spreading buttocks over my face, I tried
to hold my breath, but finally I couldn't.  I was suffocating.  I was going
to die with my tongue inside her anus, a horrible stench in my nose and a
nauseating taste in my mouth.  I was feeling faint.  My life was almost
over, and then I felt her come down hard, pushing me in even deeper.

   Suddenly, with a loud sloppy sound, she was off of me.  I felt her
insides pulling away from my face and I saw light.  I gasped for breath and
began crying.

   "There, there, Mr.  Morris, the worst is over," said Gertrude. 
"Cleaning the bowl is never fun.  You've learned that now, I think."

   Through my tears, I began begging.  I would give the Liberated Maids of
America a generous donation to further their good work.  I would recommend
the organization to everyone I knew.  I would do anything they wanted.  I
tried to sound coherent through my tears, but Prudence wasn't helping.  She
had her mouth on me again and was sucking and bobbing and sending me almost
through the ceiling before she stopped just short of letting me orgasm. 
The pain in my groin was growing stronger, and I felt like I was going to
lose my mind if I didn't come soon.

   "We don't want your money, Mr.  Morris.  We want your understanding. 
Once you get a real grasp on all the things hotel maids do for you, we know
you'll help us spread the word.  We think this intervention is going great
so far, and we're almost done, so let's not let this opportunity go to
waste.

   "Brett is next up, and she won't take long.  She's going to demonstrate
how to fluff the pillows."

   I was lying on the bed in a heap, but suddenly I felt two strong hands
grab my shoulders and pull me up.  At first I thought Brett was a muscular
man built like a bodybuilder.  But despite the buzz haircut, she had
breasts and was wearing a maid's uniform.  She pulled me to the edge of the
bed and sat me down.  The bed was high and my feet dangled.  She sat down
next to me on my left.  She was big, and her feet, which were shapely but
muscular, didn't dangle.

   I felt her right arm moving across my back until it got to my right
side, and then she put it around me and grabbed my chest with a strong hand
and began pulling me forward and toward her, slowly but firmly.  I tried to
lean back, but she was much stronger than I, and slowly my body was pulled
across her, until my head was hanging on the other side of her legs and my
ass was on her lap.  I wanted to scream because I knew what was coming, but
my mouth was frozen.

   "We fluff a lot of pillows every day," said Gertrude.  "We have to slap
them into shape so they are nice and plump.  I'd say one of us probably
slaps at least 50 or 60 times each shift.  Brett isn't going to do that
many, but we think that 25 for your pillows should give you a good idea. 
I'll count them off for her.  One."

   When Brett's huge hand came down on my bare ass, I screamed so loud that
I thought everyone in the hotel must have heard me.  Someone quickly
stuffed a hand towel in my mouth.  As she continued, the pain radiated from
my cheeks into every cell of my body.  I thought it couldn't get any worse,
but it did, because although Brett never changed her force, the cumulative
effect was agonizing.  When she stopped, the towel was taken from my mouth,
and I was sobbed uncontrollably.  I felt like a mass of painful jelly, no
longer a human being.

   "That was great, Mr.  Morris," said Gertrude after Brett pushed me back
onto the bed, where I lay sobbing.  "Brett really put a lot of emotion into
fluffing the pillows, which makes the work go well and also is great on
video.

   "Now we're bringing back our favorite cute little slut, Prudence, who's
going to teach you the final two lessons, opening the drain and spraying
the counter.  Both are important, because for a room to be made up
properly, every detail needs to be attended to.

   "Here she is, the naked little cutie.  Is she turning you on?  She's
been preparing you for this part all morning.  OK, take it away, Prudence."

   Prudence went right to my tool and sucked it halfway down her throat. 
Then she used her tongue on it inside her mouth, rubbing it over the head
and the sides, all the while sucking hard.  I was thrusting up at her mouth
in a second, making loud sighing noises despite the intense pain in my
rear. Then she released me, and I screamed in frustration.

   She watched my penis slowy fade into a wet noodle and said sweetly, "OK,
Mr.  Morris, just one more time, and then I think you'll be ready." Once
more she put me through the same agony, and once again I screamed.

   "Now, Mr.  Morris, you have to help me show you about opening the drain
and spraying the counter.  This will be new to you, so I'm going to move
some pillows around to help support you, so you don't hurt yourself. 
Please do everything I tell you very slowly and it will all work out.

   "First, I want you to lie on your back on this stack of pillows here. 
I'll add more if I need to.  Now I want you to lift your feet straight up
in the air.  That's it.  Now swing them slowly back toward your head. 
Slowly, that's it.  I'm behind you and I'm going to grasp your ankles and
help you, but I want you to pull them back with me and very slowly so your
back muscles don't get pulled.

   "OK, wait.  The girls are going to shove some more pillows under your
back as it comes off the bed.  Good.  OK, now we're almost there.  Your
feet are behind your head now, which is where we want them.  Now lift your
arms straight up in the air.  That's it.

   "Now the right arm will come down and out, crossing over the right leg
and going down to grab onto the sheet.  Now move the left arm down and over
the left leg and grab the sheet.  That's it.  Perfect.

   "Mr.  Morris, you are now in the Viennese Oyster position.  I love to
get in this position with my boyfriend, because it lets him get so deep
inside me that it almost comes out of my mouth.  Only kidding, Mr.  Morris.

   "Of course, you don't have a vagina, but do you feel how your asshole is
pushed out and pulled open with your legs like that?  And you're all clean
in there from before.  You look so inviting that I could just eat you up.
Oops, I'm not supposed to be silly like that.

   "Seriously, this is all about opening the drain.  Some girls try to use
rubber gloves when they do this, because you know what stuff you often find
in the drain, don't you?  There's hair, and you've got plenty of it around
your drain.  And there's sweat and grease, like the grease I'm pushing
inside you now with my fingers.  And there can be semen and who knows what
other disgusting stuff.  But we still have to get in there.  I find that
gloves just get in the way, so I just end up using my fingers and hands. 
As soon as I'm finished, I wash them with antibacterial soap.

   "OK, I think I stuffed a quart of grease inside you.  Do you feel all
smooth and slippery inside?"

   My mind recoiled in horror as her fingers worked.  I tried to move away
from them, but I could only shift slightly, because I had locked myself
into position for her.

   Finally, the grease stopped.  Prudence leaned over and kissed me on the
cheek and said, "Now this will be easiest if you try to relax and go with
the flow.  Don't think about it or resist it, just think relax, relax,
relax.  I'll talk you through it.

   "OK, when I come across a clogged drain, the first thing I do is stick
my index finger in, like this and see if I can dislodge it easily.  Usually
I have to put in the second finger, like this, for more leverage.  If that
doesn't push it open, I add the third finger, which just went in so
smoothly, you probably hardly noticed it, and if the drain is large enough,
I put in the fourth finger.  Oh, I think you tensed up there.  I felt I had
to push a little, and that can hurt.  Relax, relax, relax.

   "See how the four fingers are going in and out.  The great thing about
this position for you is you can clearly see my fingers at work.  OK, now
steady.  I'm going to remove one of the pillows from behind your head.  I
want to drop your upper body and head down a little.  We'll move the pillow
below you so it helps push your legs even further back.  See how your legs
are now coming down over your head and also pushing your penis closer to
you.  I just put some grease on it, and I want you to start stroking it.

   "You say you'd rather I finish sucking you off.  I promise I will the
next time you stay here.  You are a really nice man, no matter what
Gertrude says, and you are so cooperative.  I think you've really learned
your lesson.  But I'm busy with the drain right now, so I have to let you
take care of spraying the counter.  Come on, Mr.  Morris, please do it for
me.  That's a good boy.

   "Now just gentle stroking for now.  It was wilting again, but I see that
I worked you up so much that it's responding to your fist pumping it.  Now
slow and steady.

   "I'm putting four fingers into the drain and pulling them out.  Now I'm
tucking my thumb in behind the four fingers.  See that didn't make any
difference at all.  I'm into the drain almost all the way to the second
knuckle, and the drain is very tight.  I'm going to start pushing a little
bit, not hard.  The drain is going to feel some pressure, but try to relax
and let it happen.  It will happen anyway, but if you tense up it will hurt
more.

   "The gentle pressure is continuing.  It's still too tight for my hand,
but the grease inside the drain is helping smooth things, and I feel I'm
almost there.  There, look!  My hand just slid in all the way to my wrist.

   "Don't worry about what you're saying, Mr.  Morris.  Groan as loud as
you want to.  Yes, scream, too.  Your voice is almost gone, so your scream
is very soft now.  Let your emotions come out.  Curse and yell if you have
the breath to do it.  Once you've finished responding, get your fist back
on your dick and start pumping again.  We're getting close to the end. 
Remember, we still have to spray the counter.

   "OK.  I'm going to pull my hand out of the drain now and then right back
in it goes.  Did you see how much easier that was?  Slowly in and out, in
and out.  Now let's add a finger from the other hand.  Now two.  See when I
push to the side as I go in, it opens you up wider and it's much easier to
get additional fingers in.  Now, I've got the first hand going in and out,
and I'm gently pushing the second hand.  It won't take long this time.

   "There we go.  Let's stop and take a look.  Two of my hands all the way
into the drain.  Aren't you glad it's my little hands and not Brett's?  Go
ahead, Mr.  Morris, emote, let it out and keep going while I pull them both
out together.  I know that was a tough one, but see, it's already easier
for the two hands to go in.  Yes, I know the pain must be horrible, but I'm
moving them in and out together now as smooth as silk.

   "Now, here's a fun variation, Mr.  Morris.  I'm going to leave one hand
inside while the other one goes in and out a few times.  Now I'm going to
try to start the second hand going out while he first one goes in.  There,
I did it.  Now there's a hand pulling out of the drain as the other one
pushes in.  Let's speed it up.  Wow!  That looks great.  I know it doesn't
feel that good, but we're almost done.  Start pumping yourself a little
harder.

   "Brett, would you please come over here.  My hands are all greasy, and I
need your help.  Please take a couple more pillows from behind Mr.  Morris'
head and upper back and bring them around the other side to push his ass
higher.  That's it.  See now, Mr.  Morris, we have your whole body in an
arc above you.  See how your big dick is right in front of your mouth. 
It's one of the nicest dicks I've ever sucked, and I hope you come back to
this hotel and let me make this up to you some day.

   "Open your mouth, Mr.  Morris.  Come on, Mr.  Morris, let's get this
finished.  My hands are starting to get tired of going in and out of you so
fast, and I feel that you're not enjoying it either.  That's it, open it
wider.  OK, Brett.  Move some more pillows.  See how your legs are falling
over your head, Mr.  Morris, and pushing our dick right into your mouth. 
OK, that's enough.  We don't want to choke you.  That's it, Mr.  Morris. 
It's pretty much filling your mouth, but you can breathe around it and
through your nose.  For now, I just want you to keep on pumping on the part
that's not in your mouth.  Don't speed up yet.

   "Now I'm almost finished.  I'm going to keep going in and out with one
hand, but I'm putting the fingers in the other hand together as tightly as
I can, and I'm going to reach way down deep in the drain.

   "See how I don't have to use much pressure at all and my arm is sliding
into the drain as smooth as silk.  Look at the grease squirting out the
side.  Don't say anything.  Save your strength to keep whacking yourself
with your fist.

   "I'm all the way in now, past the elbow.  I think I can get even
further, but I'm not going to try.  OK, my second hand is still going in
and out, but now I'm going to see if I can get it to meet the first hand.
There it goes, deeper and deeper.  I feel my palms touching each other. 
Let's see if I can separate them and clap for us inside you.  Ooooh. 
Sorry. I won't do that again.

   "Now I'm going to try to move my whole arms in and out of you together.
Don't look at me like that.  I'll be very careful.  It's very tight in
there, and this could be tough.  There, did you see.  I moved them a few
inches out together.  Now back in they go and slowly out.  OK.  I hear you
crying.  I'm going to stop.  The drain is just too tight.  Maybe when you
visit our hotel the next time, it will be looser.  Only kidding.

   "OK, we're ready for the grand finale.  I see all three of our video
girls are getting in position to get this from every angle.

   "Brett is going to come back and help us with the finale.  It's going to
be spectacular.  Ready, Brett?  OK, Mr.  Morris, you know what to do.  Keep
pumping yourself, but now you need to also start sucking on your dick as
hard as you can.  Why are you crying?  We're almost done, and I promise you
that the next time you're in town, I'll make it up to you.

   "Aw, come on Mr.  Morris.  We're waiting.  Remember, the room isn't
clean until the counter is sprayed.  There.  That's a good sport.  I see
you trying to suck.  Just breathe through your nose and suck as hard as you
can.  Remember, I'm the expert.  That's it.  Keep pumping.  Get ready
Brett. I think he's almost there.  This is looking great.

   "OK, Brett.  I can tell he's spurting into his mouth.  Look, some of it
went up and it's coming out his nose.  OK, Brett.  Quick.  Grab it and pull
it out of his mouth and now spray it all over the counter.  Cover the
counter from one end to the other, from the forehead all the way to the
chin.  He's got a lot of come, and I love that.  It's still coming out.  He
looks like his face was dipped into vanilla sauce.  It's in his eyes and up
his nose, so he has to open his mouth.  Yes, now aim it at his mouth.  Now
put it back in his mouth and let it get soft there, because more is going
to come out as it gets smaller.  That looks so delicious.  If you want,
Brett, start cleaning his face off with your fingers by pushing his semen
from everywhere into his mouth.  Great.  Good job, Brett.

   "Mr.  Morris, get ready.  While Brett is giving you more to eat, I'm
going to start pulling my arms out of you.  We're going to do one more
thing for the cameras.  When my hands get close to the entrance to your
drain, I'm going to ball them both up into fists and put them side by side.
I'll pull them out as slowly as I can, so the camera can see the two fists
coming out and opening you up so wide that I could probably put my whole
head inside you.  Don't worry.  I couldn't stand the smell.  Only kidding.

   "OK, my fists are ready.  Just relax.  There's lots of grease and you're
already stretched really wide.  Just a little more stretch.  I feel like
you're giving slowly.  You're whimpering like a dog that's been hurt, and
now your voice is getting higher.  I think we're almost there.  Yes, go
ahead, scream your head off.  It's working.  You're opening up.  Whoa!  Did
you see how fast they came out.  And look at that hole.  It looks like it's
never going to close.  Only kidding Mr.  Morris.  It's getting smaller
already.  It's only going to hurt for a week or two, and then it will be as
tight as you are with your money.

   "No, I'm only kidding again.  I'm sure that you have become a very
generous man.  Here, let me wash some of the come off your face with this
washcloth, so I can kiss you.  Don't forget the next time you're in town,
I'll be waiting right here for you at this hotel.  We're both going to have
a lot of fun next time, not like today."



   I've been back to that city on business a few times, but I always stay
at the hotel on the other side of town.  Over the years, I've run into some
of the women again.  Once, there was a note Gertrude left on my pillow in
another city.  It was a hotel I stayed at often.  Gertrude wrote, "Thank
you so much for your generosity, Mr.  Morris.  All of us are happy for all
your success." I never saw her.

   Every once in a while, I see maids wearing that vacuum cleaner LMA pin,
and sometimes I even run into women at restaurants and other places wearing
it.  At first, I was frightened and didn't know how to respond.  Now I try
to ignore it.  But I always have a spooky feeling that they've seen the
video of me.

   I did run into Prudence again about a year later in another city.  She
was putting her key into a door down the hall as I was leaving my room. 
When she saw me and I saw her, I tried to get back into my room quickly and
close the door, but she was too fast for me.

   She ran up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "How
are you, Mr.  Morris?" she said.  "I almost quit LMA after the night with
you.  I know I behaved badly.  Will you ever forgive me?  I see you still
don't have a wedding ring.  Don't you ever want to have a family?  I want
to have four children.  I broke up with my superstitious boyfriend after I
was with you.  He was nothing in comparison to you.  My real name is Olya,
like on this tag.  Mr.  Morris, is there any way I can do something good
for you to make up for the terrible things I did to you before?"

   Olya and I have been married 10 years now.  We have four children, but
she still looks great, and she hasn't slowed down in bed either.  Whenever
we're someplace and she sees that I'm as bored as she is, she purses her
lips and takes a deep breath that makes a soft whistling sound and says she
has some housework to do.  That's the signal for us to go home so she can
strip me naked and turn on her vacuum cleaner.  

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