Celeste and the Hotel Guest

John hated these damn seminars. He and Steve generally took turns
to attend on behalf of the company, but this one was firmly in
his ball park. It was a three day yawn fest on Network Security,
and as he was the Network Administrator, he didn't have a leg to
stand on. At least the hotel looked reasonable, and as he dragged
his case from the cab into the chrome and glass reception his
spirits lifted a little. The receptionist was cute with long
blonde hair, held in a bun. She smiled at him in a professional
manner and walked to a fro behind the smoked glass reception
desk, preparing his electronic room key. John was enjoying the
view of her long slim legs when she passed him the key. "Oh.
Sorry, I was miles away" he said with a start. She smiled
knowingly and turned to deal with the next customer.

His room was on the ground floor, not far from reception, so he
decided to drop his things and investigate the hotel facilities.
As he turned the first corner in the corridor, he stopped dead in
his tracks and just stared. There in the middle of the walkway,
was a cleaning cart, with the owner leaning precariously over the
top of it, attempting to reach an errant toilet roll. She was
short with long black hair held in pigtails. Her skirt was short
in the extreme, leaving nothing to the imagination, and John
could clearly see her black stockings and black fullback panties.
As she stood back up, with toilet roll in hand, John could see
her pale complexion, which was made paler by application of black
lipstick and mauve eyeshadow. With barely a look in his direction
she walked into the room opposite his. He closed his mouth and
tried to ignore the bulge in his pants as he entered his room and
started packing his things away. Hidden in the bottom of his
case, were his prize possessions. A pair of sheer black tights,
that he'd bought from a sexy nurse on a web site. They had been
worn by her for several days, without panties and smelled devine,
but John had decided that tonight, he would enjoy wearing them
himself. He looked forward to the smooth warm feel of the nylon
against his skin. But that was for later. He placed them in his
bedside table and left to explore the hotel.

John had bumped into a few old friends while he was roaming
around the hotel, and as usual he had ended up in the bar
swapping stories. By the time he got back to his room it was gone
midnight, and he was very tired. He openned his bedside table and
removed the tights, sniffing the crotch and arousing his cock.
John undressed and threw his clothes in a heap on the chair. With
great care so as not to ladder them, he pulled on the nylon
prize. It felt good to have nylon on his legs again, and his cock
was already hard and dripping precum by the time he placed his
hand on it. It helt warm and hard through the nylon, and the last
thing he remembered before dozing off, was the feeling of the
tights restraining his cock.

John started to open his eyes. There was a flickering light in
the room. He started to roll over, but his arms wouldn't move and
they were above his head. Panic started to rise in him, as he
realised that his arms and legs had been tied to the bed
rendering him helpless. Sitting cross legged in the chair in the
corner, with lighted candles all around was the hotel maid he'd
seen earlier. She sat watching him. Her face a grim mask of stern
fascination. John tried to call out, but found that he had
something wedged in his mouth. It was material and it left a
strange taste on his tongue.

The maid stood and moved her chair to the bottom of the bed,
positioning it between Johns legs. For some time she sat just
looking at Johns cock, erect and dripping precum in the tights
that he still wore. Finally she stood up and slowly walked around
the bed until she was standing next to John's head. She bent
forward so that she could look him straight in the eyes as she
whispered "My name is Celeste. And I love toturing men like you.
You are mine". And as John's blood ran cold, she clambered onto
the bed and sat firmly on his face. Covering his nose with her
arse making it impossible for him to breathe with his mouth
already gagged.

John struggled against his bonds with the sound of her laughter
in his ears. His lungs burned for air and he began to feel faint.
Celeste lifted herself off of his face just long enough for him
to greatfully suck in enough air to clear his head a little.
"Don't want you dying on me. Not yet anyway." she whispered,
before once again covering his face with her warm nylon covered
arse. John had very little time to realise what was happening,
when she tensed above him. Suddenly she let loose a warm fart,
straight in his face. He had to breathe it in through his nose,
he had no choice. The smell was strong and eggy, yet somehow
exciting. He felt his cock starting to get harder, and Celeste
noticed too. "Oh you like my farts do you ?" she giggled "Then
why don't you eat one". With that she pulled the old sanitary pad
that she'd used as a gag from his mouth. Deftly she slid her arse
over his open mouth, pulling her panties down to her knees, and
holding it open with one hand. When it came it was hot in his
mouth and the taste was indescribable. "Lick my arse slave" she
ordered, and John knew that his only chance to get out of this
situation, was to do exactly as she said.

John slowly pushed his tongue between Celeste's arse cheeks and
licked at the outside of her anus. "Don't be shy" she moaned
"push it in. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my arse".
With that he felt her nails dig into his balls. "Do it. Now" she
ordered. John pushed his tongue harder and harder against her
anus, until it yeilded to him and he could feel her warm arsehole
engulfing his tongue. He pushed as deep as his tongue could go,
surprised at how turned on it made him. He was so excited that he
missed the telltale grunting noises that Celeste made, as she
pushed down above him. Suddenly he felt something soft and bitter
on his tongue. He started to pull his tongue out, but Celeste's
nails told him that that would be a bad idea. He pushed his
tongue deep into her arse once again, sliding deep into the soft
bitter material inside. He knew what it was, and he gagged at the
thought. "Pull that tongue out again and I will shit in you mouth
and make you swallow it" she spat the words with real venom.

John lay still. His toungue buried deep in Celeste's arse, while
she began to explore his nylon covered cock. First she pulled his
foreskin roughly and painfully back as far as it could go,
wedging a cock ring hard down his shaft to keep him erect, and
the head exposed. Then she slowly ran her nails accross the head,
watching him twitch under her control. Slowly she eased the nail
of her little finger into the eye of his cock, forcing the nylon
down inside with her sharp nail. John tried to scream, but in
doing so, did the unforgivable act of removing his tongue from
her arse. To late he realised his mistake as his mouth was filled
with her hot shit. "Better swallow, or you'll suffocate" she said
in a matter of fact way, while she continued to push her finger
deeper into his cock, showing no mercy, and enjoying his
discomfort.

Slowly she started to rub his cock keeping her finger wedged
tightly inside. She could feel him getting aroused and feel him
getting closer and closer to orgasm. But before he could cum she
stopped rubbing and ripped a hole in his tights, big enough to
pull his balls through, exposing them. Slowly she started to rub
him again, still blocking his cock with her finger. Feeling him
shudder beneath her, feeling him swallowing the last of her shit
and licking her arse clean. She smiled, and stopped rubbing so
that he wouldn't cum. She felt him groan with desire, as she
reached for a candle from the bedside and slowly dripped hot wax
on his exposed balls.

John screamed into her arse cheeks as the hot wax landed on his
balls. He could feel her writhing above him as she orgasmed and
flooded his chin and neck with her cum. Slowly she started to rub
him again, he could feel the cum in his balls making them ache
for release. She slid back to allow her cunt to rest on his open
mouth, so that he could enjoy her cummy nest as he though. But
before he could start licking her juicy wet lips his mouth was
filled with hot salty piss. He gulped and gulped as she flooded
his mouth, rubbing his cock faster and faster all the time. His
stomach was filling with her hot piss, as he felt the his cock
start to stiffen. He was close to cumming now and still she
rubbed his cock. Suddenly his balls emptied their load and he
felt it pour into his cock. But Celeste's finger was still
blocking any escape for his cum, and the pain of the release was
too much to bare. John passed out in agony and extacsy.

When John awoke it was morning. His tights were soaked with the
huge load which had seeped out of his cock while he slept. There
was no sign of Celeste, or the candles or any evidence that she
had ever been in his room. Apart from the taste in his mouth and
the fact that he was still bound to the bed. John began to panic.
He was supposed to be at the seminar. Just then there was a knock
at the door. "Hello. Sir, are you awake ?" it was the
receptionist, he recognised the voice. What should he do. Before
he could decide he heard the key in the lock. The door opened and
the blonde receptionist he had admired the day before walked in.
She took in the whole scene in an instant, and without saying a
word walked over to the bed. She scooped up some cum from his
tights with her index finger and placed it in her mouth before
walking to the room phone and dialling reception. "Hi Beryl. The
guy in 59 is a bit tied up. Nothing serious, but he wont be able
to get to his seminar, let them know will you. I'm going off
shift now, see you at 6" she said. With one hand she let her hair
fall free from the bun, and it cascaded down to her waist. She
placed the do not disturb sign on the room door and locked it
from inside before walking towards the bed with an evil grin on
her face.
