1. Neon Nights


    Date: 11/5/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    thought of a sixty year old man wanting to fuck me. *** I first met Ethan when I started working night shifts. He was a concierge at the Palace and made money on the side by renting out rooms for a few hours to people that hooked up. It was a simple enough plan and he never got caught. If I had spare time during my shift, I’d help him out with changing the sheets – despite his best efforts, he still made beds like a man. It got to a point where he would simply text me the room number once his friends were done; I’d clean it up and we’d split the money. Outwardly, Ethan was good at his job. He was friendly, professional, efficient and looked great in his uniform. Management loved him. To them he was an ideal employee; a ‘yes-man’, ready to do any job from carrying bags to cleaning rooms and even filling in for the valets. Inevitably, he was soon the standard replacement if a front-desk concierge failed to show up which was great since it was even easier for him to see which rooms were empty and therefore available for his friends. He was probably one of the worst employees the Palace had ever had but nobody knew it. Everybody saw the side he wanted them to see. Only I knew what he was really like. Aside from renting out empty rooms, he helped himself to the contents of minibars, smoked on the balconies, drank leftover beer and champagne, took naps during his shifts and masturbated in available rooms. He said that his goal was to ‘defile’ every room in the hotel. The Palace ...
    Grand had over three thousand rooms. Every time he ‘visited’ a room, he would text me the number. And it didn’t end there. He wasn’t repulsed by the cougars who flirted with him. If the price was right, he went back to their rooms and fucked them. He would ask me whether I thought any of the guests would be interested in his unique brand of services. If a guest annoyed him in any way he would definitely find a way to exact his revenge. He’d might joyride an arrogant guy’s car through the parking garage. He might fuck the man’s wife or teenage daughter. In retaliation for a meagre fifty-cent tip, he once peed in a movie-star’s cologne bottle. I shouldn’t have liked him. I knew I should have steered clear but somehow found myself riding shotgun on his joyrides. I loved being around him. He made me laugh, he made me money and he was great company. He had this dangerously enigmatic look in his eye that I couldn’t get enough of. Magnetic and overwhelming. He was wild and maybe I wanted to be the one who tamed him. I didn’t realise that the opposite was happening. *** The first time I had sex with a guest was an experience I tried to forget. He was a young guy called Mark, a wannabe executive who made a rather clever innuendo after calling me over with his index finger (‘ I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand .’) It had been a long day and thanks to some inconsiderate VIP’s complaint, my rota had been changed and I wasn’t happy about it. It had ...
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