1. The Bellboy Gets It


    Date: 9/26/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Coercion, Female Domination, Job/Place-of-work, Older Female / Males, Oral Sex, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    Are you going to the Sofcam conference? … Yes, that’s on Friday, the day after tomorrow. … Yes, Charlie delegated me, I’m flying out tonight. Stopping over in Paris for the meeting with the people from Pharmaplast. … Yes. … Oh, that’s great! ... Hm hm. … No, I was on my way out but my you-know-what are playing up again. … Yeah, tell me about it. … No, William is taking care of it. … William, the bellboy. … Yes, at the Plaza. He’s new, I think. Didn’t see him the last time I was here. … Oh, absolutely. … Yes. … Sure. … OK, I’ll see you in Antwerp then. … Yes, Friday morning. It’s just an hour’s flight from Paris. … Love you too, honey. … Bye bye.’ All this time I haven’t stopped massaging her hemorrhoids. I try to push them back in with the tip of my tongue, as Mrs. Flanagan instructed me, but they keep popping out again. After a while though her anus seems to have loosened up and it becomes easier to stuff my tongue all the way inside. I notice then that her cunt has started oozing a clear jellylike slime. I lock my mouth onto her slit and lap up the slime, which makes her wriggle her ass even more underneath me. I expect her to assault my face again like she did last night, but instead she shoves me away. ‘OK, that’s enough. I might take you up on that later this afternoon before I leave, but right now I need to get dressed and be on my way. I’m late for my meeting already. Have somebody get me a limousine.’ I help her dress and while she does her make-up, I serve her ...
    another cup of coffee which she gulps down in one go. I accompany her into the elevator, where she instructs me to pack her bags except for her toilet utensils, a clean set of underwear and the beige travel suit. Her limo is waiting already. Part VI Mrs. Flanagan storms into the lobby at 15:30. It is obvious she is in a hurry and I catch up with her at the elevators. ‘Damn, I’m late, William. Meeting took longer than I expected. Always be sure for the lawyers to come up with a last minute problem. Did you pack my bags?’ ‘Yes, Madam. All is ready as you instructed.’ ‘Good. I’ll just have a quick shower and be on my way. My flight is at 18:25.’ ‘Better hurry then, Madam. Traffic’s a bitch after five.’ We step out of the elevator and I show her into her suite. ‘Tell Mr. Beans to charge the room to the company, as usual. And have a limo stand by in exactly forty-five minutes. I’m going to make a call from the phone in the bedroom. We’ll meet in the bathroom in five minutes.’ ‘Yes, Madam.’ I call Mr. Beans and relay Mrs. Flanagan’s message to him. I also ask him to arrange for Mrs. Flanagan’s luggage - which I have already sent down to the luggage storage area just off the lobby – to be loaded into the limo when it arrives. Mrs. Flanagan is still on the phone when I step into the bedroom. She is sitting in the armchair and her feet are up on the footstool. When I slip by her on my way to the bathroom, she grabs me by the seat of my pants and pulls me back. Still talking on the phone, ...