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BellboyWhen 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. Meant 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 Ankara escort 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 it turned out he 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 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 Ankara escort bayan 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 Escort Ankara 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 cum 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.” I kissed and licked her cunt all over, and her pussy cream mixed with Tyrell’s cum 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 more to push the cum 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 cum 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. “”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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