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BELLBOY'S DILEMMA
TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.Com
Hi, you'll all probably think I'm a chump after reading this story
but here goes anyway. I work as day bellboy at the Royale, which
even if you lived in New Orleans you wouldn't probably know about.
The Royale is like a lot of motor inns, maybe 2 star. It's isn't too
impressive from the outside, 5 stories of brick veneer. You can
beat the rates almost anywhere too.
The thing is, too look at isn't much. So why do I work there?
Great tips. Somehow got a reputation, dating back to last century,
for a discreet trysting place for restless wives. And being New Orleans,
that meant interracial trysting. Got a real private parking garage,
a private lobby for registered guests, and a creative billing system.
If a dame wants to write a check or credit card, it can be made out
to a dozen types of business instead of a hotel. On top of which the
Royale has its own stud service, big, black, hung, tested and safe.
Nothing but Grade A Black Cock on demand, for a price of course.
And you wouldn't believe the clientelle.
When I started I was just amazed at the gorgeous white babes who
would come in here, and of course most of the action is during the day,
while hubby is at work. Unlike my last gig I don't have drunks calling
me at 2 AM for hookers or have to referee fights between parties of
guests. Everything nice, quiet and discreet. Usually by 1PM I start
getting drink and refreshment orders to take up to the rooms. And
I get a rock hardon when I start serving them. Picture a gorgeous
blonde housewife, just been fucked, laying on a bed besides a giant
Negroe, maybe wearing a sheet, maybe not. I get to know the regulars
pretty well.
When Mrs Estelle B. came into the lobby a month ago I wanted to
pitch her myself. Stacked, classy, blonde with the pouty full lips
I love. Course I didn't have a chance. No luggage except a purse,
I caught the look from the manager, she paid with a credit card to
a phoney gardening shop the Royale owned, so this wasn't her first
time. Mean't she had a buck lined up already, which she did. An
hour after I showed her the room, a huge black buck picked up
the key in the lobby. Couple hours after I went up with her drink order
and found them brazenly still coupled. She did say 'come on in', and
you'd think bellboys had seen everything, but with only a sheet
wrapped around their waists, I could tell he was still in her, could
even see the outline of his huge balls, as she was sort of sitting in
his lap, facing me. Groaning a couple of times as he grinned, she
rode his thrust, and I gaped at her big beautiful white breasts,
with his huge black hands cupping and squeezing each thick brown nipple.
She sort of teased me, knowing I was hard just watching, but gave
me a nice tip.
Trembling when I left. It never had gotten to me before but hearing
them moaning, and every door I walked by hearing another white woman
making out, I started imagining all the gorgeous white pussy that
at that moment, all around me, was stuffed with big black
cock. I stood out in the hallway like a fool, listening to her and
feminine cries of joy from other rooms, just couldn't leave those
wonderful sounds. My cock got so hard listening to her cream, I stroked
myself, and ejaculated inside my pants. Of course the next white babe
I served looked at the dark stain around my fly and smiled arrogantly
at me even while holding her buck's huge cock with one hand and taking
the drink in the other.
That was the beginning of my hallway jackoffs with Mrs. B and her
buck, and it felt good somehow to show her the stain on my pants, and
I think I got a better tip also, even though I could tell she snickered
and preened even more when she saw it.
Then the other day it was mid afternoon, and this tough looking
middle aged guy came in wearing a brown suit. I thought he was a cop at
first, but turned out he said he was a private investigator.
He went right to me and smiled and asked me how's business, and I
shrugged. Then he showed me this photo of Mrs. B, asked me if I'd
seen her there. Under the photo was a 50$ bill. Said he knew she was
there, and he worked for her husband. Said he had another 50$ if I
told him what room she was in.
I looked at the pic, and the money, knowing this was an easy 100$.
Finally, not sure why, I said I never saw the lady. He smiled and
paused, and then sat down in a lobby chair. He'd wait and see, but
said it would be too late to change my mind when she came down.
I thought about it some more, until I got a drink order to bring
up. Then I went down to the room where Mrs. B usually took. Found
her just leaving, french kissing her buck in the hallway, now all
dressed back up.
When they finally broke up, and the buck got on the elevator to
leave separately, I walked over to her while she was waiting for
the next elevator. She looked at me kind of oddly, but also superior
like, as she was expecting me to make a pass and was about to shoot
me down with just a look. I'm not all that much to look at, average
looks, and my social status as a bellboy and all. But I tried to be
polite.
"Excuse me, Mrs. B," I said, "there's a gentleman waiting in
the lobby for you, a private investigator I think."
Her pouty mouth opened wide at that, and I could see her mind
thinking of all the alimony and support flying out the window.
"Um, thank you, um..?
I said my name was Bob. Been serving her for a month and she
didn't know my name.
"Um, yes, Bob. Thanks for the tip. By any chance, do you have
a stairway that exits away from the lobby?"
"Um, no ma'am. But there is a freight elevator that exits into
the alley. I have a key for it." She smiled warmly for the first
time at me and I felt my heart thudding. I unlocked the elevator
and it slowly descended, and was conscious of her low cut blouse,
her big firm breasts pushing it out. She was looking through her
purse, and frowned.
"I wanted to give you a nice tip, Bob, but I'm afraid I don't have
any more money at the moment."
"Oh, no problem, Mrs. B" I didn't mention I'd already passed on
an easy hundred, although this babe looked wordly enough to probably
guess that.
"I can't trade you sex for it, if that's what you were thinking."
Jeez, all these stacked foxes all think every guy is trying to
get into their pants, and of course theyr'e right. But she
backpedalled a little when I denied it.
"Youv'e always given me good tips, Mrs. B. I figured I owed you
something. Plus I know the manager would have wanted me to tip you
off."
"Well," she said, a little apologetically, "I'm sorry I said that."
Smiling a little, knowing I was caught peeking at her breasts, "I
know you like to look at me, at us, when I'm with Tyrell."
I blushed, nodding, "I can't help that, Mrs. B. You are so hot."
She kind of preened at that. All babes like to hear that.
"I have an idea though. I'll let you go down on me for your tip."
I hit the Stop button immediately, my cock already dripping hard
inside my pants. She smiled and leaned against the elevator wall,
and lifted her short skirt up as she spread her ripe thighs.
After I got on my knees, looking up at her raising her short skirt,
her bikini panty covered pussy, she added, "of course I hope you don't
mind that Tyrell's been there first." I didn't know what to say to
that, but couldn't move when she slipped her panties down, and I
was staring at her hairless cunt, stretched and open looking, with
white clumps of sperm already beginning to ooze out. The mingled
fragrance of her and her lover was making my head throb. I felt her
hand at the back of my head pulling me to her.
"I can't be here too long," she said, "you'll have to hurry."
Covering her sweet maw with my mouth, she sighed and I moaned,
never imagining I'd be doing this. I kissed and licked her cunt all
over, and her pussy cream mixed with Tyrell's sperm began running out.
I didn't realize her cunt could hold so much cum. I started gulping
and swallowing, and worked my tongue in her deep. While I was doing
that she took out her compact and was checking her makeup, occasionally
spreading her thighs or squatting more to push all of her buck's sperm
out into my mouth. When I finally got to her clitoris, which was still
huge and raw looking, I just did a couple of flicks with my tongue to
see if she would stop me, but she didn't, and soon she came again,
and this time her cunt cream pushed all the rest of Tyrell's sperm out
as she rode my tongue and mouth to ecstasy, even as I came in my
trousers without even touching myself.
After gasping and sighing, she pushed my head back, as I knelt dizzily
on the floor. Pulling up her panties, she looked down at her shoes.
"That was nice, um, Bob." Still barely remembering my name. "While
your'e down there, would you be a dear and lick the toes of my shoes
shiny. If I'm caught going home, someone might notice they got scuffed
today."
I didn't even believe I was doing that, licking each shoe toe, and then
giving each a kiss. My pants were a big mess, I had really creamed inside
them and she snickered, noticing as I got up and started the elevator again.
"We'll consider that your tip then," she said, resuming touching up
her lipstick with her compact. "In fact it was nice to do an oral douche
like that. Next time when you bring up the drinks you could clean us both
up. Would you be interested?"
I was redfaced and still panting, and could only nod. She smiled, and
added, "good, I can save my tip money then." She giggled as she went out
as I stared at her shapely swaying bottom.
So that's how I passed a hundred dollars plus tips, and I don't regret
it much.
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