6 comments/ 48248 views/ 5 favorites Room Service Ch. 01 By: ladyellen Jane had been on job probation at the Bellmore for a month when Ann, her supervisor, called her into her office at the end of her shift. She smiled as Jane entered and took up the offer of a seat. "Well, how have things been going for you?" Ann asked. Jane nodded. "Very well, thank you. I quite enjoy the work." Again Ann smiled. "We are very pleased with what we have seen of your work. You are a good worker, smart and attractive, and that's what the guests like to see. You seem to get on well with everybody." Jane blushed slightly, but she was pleased to hear this as she really needed to get this job. She had run up a lot of debt in the months since she had lost her last job when the company she was working for suddenly closed down. And although the job as chamber maid at the Bellmore was not as well paid as she would have liked, it was better than drawing unemployment pay. Ann slid a paper across her desk. "This is your new contract of employment for you to sign and I want to welcome you to the Bellmore. It also means a slight raise in your pay package, so I guess that will come as good news to you." Jane nodded and put her name on the contract where Ann had indicated. She felt elated at getting a permanent position at the Bellmore. "Have you anything you want to ask me?" Ann inquired. Jane thought for a moment. "Will there be further opportunities for me to apply for? It's not that I'm not happy with my job. I love it, but the pay is not the best." Ann shrugged. "That's the hotel trade for you. It's not the best pay in the world, but I'm sure if we thought you suitable for another position, you would be considered." Jane thanked her and was about to take her leave when Ann stopped her. "I know it's not any of my business, but do you have money problems?" Jane nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid I took on rather a lot of credit while in my last job. I thought it was secure, so it was a shock when they closed down. Now I'm trying desperately to repay it, and being out of work for three months did not help things." Ann smiled sympathetically. "Money problems are getting to be a problem for everyone. Look, I might be able to help, but it's up to you. I need to talk to someone first. Call into see me when you have finished tomorrow and we will talk about it." Jane smiled. "That's great. I'm willing to do anything that's legal. I do really need the money." Jane was quite excited about Ann's offer even though she did not know at this stage what it entailed, but she was willing to do anything within reason to earn more cash. Just after noon the following day she knocked on Ann's office door, and entered when she was called in. Ann was behind her desk and Charlie the hotel concierge was sitting in a chair beside her. She had met Charlie before. He was a nice guy with a quick smile and a welcoming word for everyone. Some of the other girls had told her that he could get anything a guest wanted: from a table at the best restaurant to a ticket for a sold out show. When she was seated, Ann looked at her seriously. "You know you said to me yesterday that you would do anything legal to earn some more cash." Jane nodded. "Well, if I offered you £50, would you stand up and remove all your clothes?" Jane looked at her, stunned for a moment. "Do you really mean that?" Ann nodded. She placed two twenties and a ten pound note on her desk and slid them across towards Jane. "Just stand up, take all your clothes off, and they're yours." Jane was suddenly feeling hot all over. Was this some kind of a joke, or was it a trial to see if she really meant what she had said that she was willing to do almost anything? Fifty pounds was a lot of money over a day's wages. All she had to do was stand up and undress. It wouldn't have been so bad with just Ann in the room, but there was Charlie sitting there quietly looking at her. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and slowly got up from her seat. Her hands were trembling as she began to unfasten the buttons on her uniform. She tried not to look in Charlie's direction as she slipped out of her uniform and laid it over her chair. She was pleased she still had some decent undies as she paused for a moment before reaching behind and unclasping her bra. It fell away and she was immediately aware of her nipples hardening. She dropped the discarded bra on the chair, and then biting her lips, she began to ease her brief panties down over her hips. Once free they fell around her feet. She stooped and picked them up. Now she was naked. She did not know what to do with her hands; she wanted to cover herself to hide her pussy from Charlie's gaze, but she stood there, her arms by her side, her panties dangling from her fingers. Ann looked at the attractive woman standing naked before her desk. She looked at Charlie and he nodded slowly. "Turn around," Ann instructed her. Jane slowly pivoted around. Her large firm breasts swayed slightly with the movement of her body. "Well, what do you think?" Ann asked, addressing Charlie. "I think she will do very nicely. You talk with her, and let me know." He got up from his chair, smiled at Jane, and with a last glance at her left the office. Jane felt slightly relieved now that he had left. She looked at Ann who smiled at her. "Okay, you can put your clothes back on." Thankfully, Jane slipped back into her clothes, feeling a little more at ease now that she was dressed again. Ann held out the notes for her. "Put these in your purse. You have earned them." Jane thanked her and slid the notes into her wallet. "How did you feel being naked in front of Charlie?" Ann asked. Jane shrugged. "It was strange and I did feel a little embarrassed." Ann nodded. "Could you do it again in front of another stranger?" Jane looked around, expecting someone to come in. Ann smiled. "No, not now. I meant could you do it again if you were asked and of course if you were paid." Jane thought for a moment then shrugged. "Yes, I guess so if I was being paid. It was an easy way to earn fifty quid." Ann looked at her. "Well, if you are interested, there are plenty of opportunities for you to earn some extra cash here in the hotel, even when you are working." Jane looked at her, a slightly bemused expression on her face. "How am I going to do that?" she asked. Ann went on to tell her a few interesting facts about hotel life and the many different people they had to accommodate in one way or another. She explained that Charlie in his job as concierge got many requests for many things other than theatre tickets and restaurant tables. "Do you feel you could service a guest's room while he's still there without your clothes on?" She looked at Jane who just stared at her. "You might be surprised how many times Charlie gets asked for that service. And there are many other requests too numerous to mention." Jane just sat there and shook her head. "I just wouldn't have believed it," she said. Ann told her that if she agreed to work with Charlie, she would not be expected to do anything that was outside her comfort zone. The guests were told what to expect and where the limit was and it was up to her to set her own limit. Obviously, the further she was willing to go, the more she could earn, but she was the one who set the limits, not the hotel. And she needn't feel embarrassed if she had to refuse a job because there would always be someone else who would do it. Jane looked at her in surprise. Ann smiled. "Yes, you might be surprised how many of the chambermaids here are in Charlie's little black book." "Look, Jane, I'm going to leave it with you. You don't have to decide right away. Come back and see me in a couple of days and let me know what you want to do." Jane thanked her and left the office. She felt her purse in her uniform pocket. Well, at least she was already fifty quid up. She thought about Ann's offer all the way home. Did she want to cheapen herself in this way, pandering to the warped desires of the guests? There must be other ways, but it was when she finally arrived home that the decision was made for her. A letter lay on her mat. It was from her building society regarding the mortgage on her apartment. It was two months over due and the letter stated that if she didn't find the next month's payment, they intended to start legal action against her. So she was in a corner with only one way out: to join Charlie's little band of chambermaids and that's what she told Ann the following morning when she returned to work. Charlie came to find her later on in the morning. She was cleaning a room when he came in and closed the door after placing a 'Do not disturb' ticket on the handle. "I think we need to talk," he said. She felt a little nervous being in the room with him alone, especially after yesterday when he had sat and watched her undress. "I'm glad you decide to join us. You are a very attractive young woman and I know I can put lots of work your way, but I just want to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. If you have any problem, I will sort them." He pulled out a small bleeper from his pocket and handed it to Jane. "When you are on a job for me, switch this on. Any problems, just press it and I will be there within minutes." He asked her for her mobile number saying that he would contact her when he had a job for her. "I will tell you what the job is and how much you will get paid. All the cash you are given is yours. I will have already been paid by the guest, but if you agree to any extra activities, then I will expect 10%. Okay?" Jane nodded. "I won't give you anything too frightening to start with," he said with a grin. She smiled and wondered just what she had let herself in for. Just one more thing," he said. "Always wear stockings or holdups. The guys always like those, and it's a good idea to keep some changes of undies in your locker. You might be surprised how many you lose." For the rest of the day, Jane was dreading her mobile ringing, but thankfully it was silent. The following day Ann caught up with her and asked her if she would do an extra half shift in the afternoon. It was all cash in the bank so she quickly agreed. She was cleaning a bathroom when she was startled by the mobile ringing. With some trepidation she pressed the green button. "Hi, Jane." It was Charlie's breezy voice on the end of the line. "Room 410, 5pm. Ask for George. He wants you to take a shower. £50. Okay?" "Okay, Charlie I've got that." The phone went dead. Jane looked at her watch. It had just turned 4:30. She quickly finished the job in hand and made her way to the staff locker room. She tided her hair and applied fresh make up. She took a drink of water, twiddled her fingers, and watched the minutes tick by. At 4:55 she caught the lift up to the forth floor. Her legs were shaking as she tapped lightly on the door. It was opened by a pleasant looking guy in his late fifties. "Are you George?" she asked nervously. He nodded. "And I guess you are Jane. Please come in." She slowly and with a pounding heart followed him into the room. "Would you like a drink, my dear?" he said, holding up a bottle of wine. Jane nodded. She would have preferred a double whisky at that point, but beggars can't be choosers. He poured a large glass and handed it to her. "Cheers," he said, offering his glass. Jane nodded and took a big drink. "Charlie tells me you are new here at the Bellmore. Do you like working here?" Jane nodded and explained that she had only been there five weeks. "Well, I'm glad you decide to work at the Bellmore. You are a very attractive young lady. He took out his wallet and sorted out three twenties. "Let's get this out of the way first," he said. Jane looked at the notes. "Charlie said fifty. I'm sorry, I don't have change." George smiled. "Don't worry about that. Call it my little welcoming present." She was not sure what to do at this point, but George helped her out. "It's nothing too hard I want you to do, my dear. I would like you to undress for me and take a shower, that's all." Jane smiled and nodded. She rather liked George. He had a nice kind face. She actually felt at ease with him. He smiled at her. "Finish your drink, my dear. There is no rush." They sat and chatted over the drink. He told her he was a director of a company in the midlands. "Get down here for a meeting about once a month. I hate them. This is the only thing that makes it worth while. Charlie always looks after my little fantasies." She finished her drink and stood up. She wasn't feeling too nervous now. Maybe it was the drink, or was it George who had put her at ease? George leaned back in his chair and watched her as she slowly unbuttoned her uniform. She eased it off and placed it on the bed. George looked at her standing there in her brief underwear and stockings. Yes, Charlie had been right. This new girl was a delightful sight, probably one of the prettiest he had ever had the pleasure to entertain. Jane sat on the stool in front of the dressing table and rolled down her hold ups, shaking them out and laying them with her uniform. She saw George watching more closely as she reached around and unclasped her bra. She held it for a moment before letting it fall away and exposed her breasts to him. George felt a distinct twitch in his pants when her breasts came into view: firm globes of flesh with large brown areolas and stubby prominent nipples. He would have loved to get his hands on them, but Charlie had told him this was her first time. "Don't scare her off. Just let me know how she goes, and you never know: maybe on your next visit." She smiled at George. He was a bit like her dad and about the same age. She felt so at ease with him. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them over her hips. She saw him run his tongue over his lips when her pussy was at last displayed, neatly trimmed with just a brief landing strip, leaving her slightly pouting lips totally exposed. George liked to see a smooth pussy. Hers looked delightful; in fact she was altogether delightful. He smiled at her. "You are a very beautiful young woman," he said. He got up from his seat. "I'll go and run the shower for you." Jane followed him through into the large bathroom and watched while he adjusted the temperature. Then he stood aside to let her get in. The water was just right and it splashed down over her body. George sat down on a stool and watched as she began to soap her body. Jane was actually beginning to enjoy herself. It was really no hardship to display herself to this guy. He seemed so nice and friendly. She even began to tease him a little, rubbing her breasts suggestively in her hands and rubbing her fingers over her pussy. She saw the smile on his face. At last he held up a towel for her and she stepped out. She allowed him to wrap it around her and smiled at him when his fingers lightly touched her breast. They went back through into the bedroom and he watched her pat herself dry. When she had finished, she stood there not sure what she should do next. George smiled at her. "Another drink before you go?" She smiled and nodded. "Yes, that would be nice." She watched as he refilled her empty glass. Then she sat down on the dressing stool. He turned and handed her the glass. "I hope I have the pleasure of your company again, next time I'm in town," he said. He sipped his drink slowly, looking at the naked young woman over the rim of his glass. She looked delightfully pink from the shower. Oh, how he would love to take those perfect breasts in his hands, feel the hardness of her nipples, and then explore between her thighs, opening up those enticing pussy lips to discover the delights inside. He shivered slightly at the thought. Jane watched him. She felt so at ease with him. It wasn't a problem being naked with him. She had enjoyed the way he had looked at her body; she had enjoyed pleasing him. He was probably a lonely person taking his pleasures where and when he could. She felt she wanted to please him. She had this sudden urge. She dipped her finger in her wine glass, and parting her legs, ran her finger slowly down the cleft of her pussy. She groaned slightly and she saw George's eyes light up. "Would you like to touch me?" she asked and a soft voice. George placed his glass on the small table by his side and raised himself from his chair. Had his prayers been answered? This exciting young woman was asking him if he would like to touch her. He took a deep breath. Don't rush things, he thought to himself, don't spoil the moment. He smiled and nodded slowly. "I would like nothing better, my dear, but are you sure you want me too?" Jane nodded. "Please, George, yes, I think I would really like that." George moved across the room and knelt down before her. Now close up to her, he could smell the wonderful womanly aroma of her newly bathed body mixed with the muskiness of her sexual arousal. She took his hands in her own. They were rough, manly hands calloused through hard work. She lifted them to her breasts. She shivered and groaned as he began to slowly caress them, her hard erect nipples rubbing against his palms. Her hand slipped down between her thighs and her fingers ran gently over her pussy. She could already feel the warm dampness of her juices on her skin. She couldn't resist slipping one finger into the warm wet tunnel of her pussy. She had never masturbated before when anyone was there, not even with one of her many lovers, but here she was now doing it openly before a total stranger. George was still enjoying the pleasure of her breasts, but he was watching with interest what she was doing to herself. First with one finger, and then with two, she began to work on herself. With her pussy lips parted, the wet pink interior looked inviting, but he didn't want to break the spell. She uncovered her engorged clit and began urgently to manipulate it, groaning all the time. George pulled on her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers. She pleaded with him to do it harder. He quickly obeyed her wishes. Then suddenly, with a cry, she came. Her body convulsed. She gasped and fell back against the dressing table, breathing heavily. As she came slowly around, she looked at George. There was concern on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, "I couldn't help myself." George smiled. "Think nothing of it. You were wonderful. It was a pleasure for an old guy like me." She leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you for being so understanding." He passed her the towel and she cleaned herself up. Then he watched her as she dressed herself. He walked her to the door, took her hand, and squeezed it. "Thanks for making an old guy very happy," he said. She felt him press something into her hand. Out in the corridor she looked. Clasped in her hand were three more twenties. She couldn't believe it. In the last hour she had earned almost half her weekly wage and she had enjoyed herself doing it. The following day before he left, George thanked Charlie and gave him an extra tip. "I want you to make sure Jane's available for me next time I'm in town." Charlie smiled. "You can recommend her then?" George nodded. "Look after that one, Charlie. She could make you a fortune." Room Service Ch. 02 In "Room Service" I told of how I arrived in the city, then tried, travel weary and unable to sleep I ordered a room service massage. The massage turned out to be rather more than I have first bargained for, and for the masseuse as well... * I had been in this city for four days now. I haven't yet named this particular city, as that would be indiscreet of me. The events I relate couldn't possibly have happened here, at least that would be the official view. This is a fine, clean and moral city, so say the official guide books, but read the unofficial guides and you will get a different version of the truth. My job was going well, but still, I had managed only to get very little time to my self, as the hours when I was not working or sleeping were filled with drinking and socializing with my workmates. Such is the nature of my work, we are itinerants, well paid and often accommodated in expensive hotels, but itinerants none the less. We travel from city to city, wherever the job takes us, working hard and often with little or no opportunity to socialise outside our own group. Far from home, I was growing tired of this all male environment. I craved some space of my own and some congenial female company. It was my quiet time of day. That short space between finishing work and going out for the evening's drinking. A time to rest, time to get out of sweaty work clothes, to shower and to change into something more suitable for an evening out. I had showered, and was relaxing in the air-conditioned comfort of my room. I had rediscovered Anna's card tucked safely away in my wallet and I was turning it over in my hands. I shall call her Anna, as that was the name, Anna Cheng, neatly printed on the front of the card she had presented me at our first meeting three days ago. I had no reason to doubt that this was her name as it was an official hotel business card, with, as well as her name, the hotel's logo, and the extension number of the hotel's health club printed upon it. What was unofficial and delightful about this small piece of pasteboard was the hand written note with its three kisses and her personal mobile phone number on the back. I remembered her firm and accommodating body, her squeals and cries of delight as I teased and pleasured her, and yes, the taste of her. The, albeit hurried, but glorious way she had first teased, then pleasured me. It was an easy decision. I picked up the phone and dialled her number. She answered after just a few rings, she must have recognised the hotel number on the caller display as she answered in English, obviously not her first language. I introduced myself, "Hello, it's your special nice man in room 1648 do you remember me?" There was a pause, then a giggle. "Ah yes, you like more special nice massage?" I just loved the sound of her voice and the funny Pigeon English she spoke. "Yes, definitely!" "So sorry, working now, but we meet in bar later maybe?" She told me the name of a bar. I knew it well. It was the very same bar my workmates and I have been frequenting these last few days. "Yes, I would like that, but not that bar, another one perhaps?" She told me the name of another bar and its address and we arranged to meet at ten o'clock. A little late I thought, I still had to work the next day, but other thoughts, horny thoughts, overrode that objection. "Good, I'll see you later then, I'm looking forward to it." I ended the call. I found the address she had given me on a street plan of the city, always a useful companion, it was not as close to the hotel as the first place she had mentioned, but still an easy walk. I noticed the time. I dressed and hurried out of my room. I had other things to do before my rendezvous with Anna. I had caught up with my workmates at the usual bar; we had a few beers and then something to eat. After we had eaten they suggested moving on to a karaoke bar, but I saw that time was getting tight for me and I didn't want to be late for my date. So saying I was tired and I was going back to the hotel for an early night. I made my exit. I was a few minutes late arriving at the bar at which we had arranged to meet, the walk had been longer than I had expected. Anna was already there, sitting at a table on the pavement terrace sipping a drink. She spotted me first and gave a discreet little wave and stood up from the table. As I approached she made a little bow in greeting. Such formality is strange to me, but these formalities were deeply engrained in her culture, this was the correct way to behave. I accepted that, and responded to her with a smaller bow of my own. She was smartly dressed, not overtly sexy, but very appealing to my eyes. Her short skirt and high-healed shoes showed off her shapely legs to their best advantage. Her tight little top accentuated her modest curves and the v-neckline showed just a tantalising hint of cleavage. We sat, facing each other, and struggled to make polite small talk. When a waitress appeared at our table, I ordered a beer for myself, and another coke for her. I was desperate to reach out and touch her, to pull her into my arms, feel her petite body pressed close to mine, but here was too public, that kind of behaviour would embarrass and shame her. I would have to wait a little longer. I drained the last few drops of my beer, and as I replaced the glass on the table her hand touched mine, "We go club now? It nice club, you like I think." I paid for our drinks and then she led me for another short walk through the steamy heat of this city. Night or day, the heat and the humidity of this place never seem to let up, even after such a short walk as this I was all ready dripping and my shirt was sticking to my back. How, I wondered, did those early Europeans, the planters and traders who first came here a hundred, or was it, two hundred, or even more, years ago? Cope with the constant onslaught of this muggy heat without the modern convenience of air-conditioning? The club was dark, noisy, and it was hot, but less oppressive than the heat outside. I bought us drinks from the bar, this time a soft drink for me as I was fearful how yet more beer might impede my full enjoyment of the night. I noticed that the dance floor was full of young Chinese, Malay and Eurasian women, mainly dancing with European men much older than themselves. Businessmen passing through, I thought, wanting a little Asian delight of their own. Anna wanted to dance too, but I was hot enough already without the extra exertions of the dance floor. Looking around I saw that there were secluded booths around the walls, set away from the flashing lights and loud music of the dance floor. I steered her to one of these booths. Then we sat side by side our drinks set on the round table in front of us. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up close to me. I judged that here, tucked away and with only the faintest of light indirectly illuminating the booth, no one would be able to see us unless they were standing almost right next to the table. Perfect! My hand dropped from her shoulder, finding, then cupping her breast. I squeezed and fondled her soft flesh, and received a little moan of encouragement in return. With my other hand I gently lifted her chin, guiding her face towards mine until I was able to brush my lips across hers. At first she tensed and pulled away, but then, for a second time our lips touched, hers now slightly parted, inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. We kissed long, deeply, passionately, our tongues twining and wrestling in a slow erotic dance. While we kissed, her nipple hardened as I fondled and teased her breast. Her hand stroked my thigh, slowly working its way up to the growing bulge in the front of my chinos. When she did touch the swelling of my now almost full erection, she squeezed and massaged it so delightfully it made me worry that I might cum then and there, messing my pants when I did. Only with a great effort of will did I manage to prevent an untimely spillage of my man-juice. I disengaged my mouth from hers, then reached down and moved her hand back onto my thigh. There was a moment of uncertainty as Anna looked at me. Then she must have realised that she had brought me on too fast. Relaxing again she rested her head back on my shoulder. I reached forward and took a sip of my drink, which, up until now had remained ignored and untouched on the table in front of us. I indicated to her with a gesture that she might like to do the same. I needed a moment to compose myself, a space in which to let the hot fluxes of my arousal to subside. Calmer now, I turned back to Anna lightly kissing her on the forehead. She raised her face to me, but I gently pushed her head back onto my shoulder as my fingers returned to teasing her breast. Her hand on my leg began to move towards my penis, but again, I stopped that advance. For the moment I just wanted to keep the pot of my lusts simmering gently, without the risk of it boiling over. My hand not occupied with her breast went to her thigh, her legs parted at my touch. Without hesitation I moved to place my fingers on the crotch of her panties. The material was soaked, almost dripping with her juice. I pulled that barrier aside, and explored her hot flesh. Once more my efforts are rewarded with her soft moans of pleasure, her breathing deepened and her chest heaved. I found her clitoris, teased and coaxed it to emerge from under its hood. Then with two fingers I massaged that little nub hard and fast. Her breathing quickened, she started to pant, and her hand went to her mouth trying to suppress the little squeaks and moans of pure joy that signalled her fast approaching orgasm. I massaged that little nub of her sex right up to the point of no return and beyond. The stiffening of her petite body, the sudden shudders as if she has been connected to the mains, the long deep sigh of satisfaction that signified she had climbed the peak and is now sliding down the other side. In short, she orgasmed, not the huge earth shattering, gushing, orgasm of a few days previously, but an orgasm none the less. I put my lips close to her ear and whispered urgently, "I want you, I want to feel my fat cock in your tight pussy. I want you now, but not here, somewhere more private. We go your place maybe?" Her Pigeon English was catching, but those short staccato statements made for good communication in the noisy environment of that club. She pulled away and looked at me, then whispered back, "No, my place no good. I live with parents, you no come there." "Hotel then, we go hotel?" "No, hotel very bad, if I caught I loose job!" "You need big tip to come hotel?" "No, no, you no need pay this time. You promise give me big cum like last time you no need pay." "I promise" "Ok, Ok, I want bad feel big cock in pussy too. We go hotel now. We find way. We go now ok!" She pulled me out of the booth and towards the door of the club, but first, we both needed to make a pit stop on the way. Whilst in the toilet I found a vending machine and made a couple of purchases. I didn't want to be caught out like last time, scrabbling to find a condom at just the wrong moment. Now I was prepared. Relived, we met up again and Anna led the way back towards the hotel. As we got close to the hotel, I could see that Anna was getting agitated and nervous. She spoke urgently to me, but her accent was now so thick that at first I had difficulty understanding what she was trying to say. "Me no come in front way. Front way very bad, they catch me I lose job, tell police. Very bad! You go front way I find different way, see you your floor ok?" With the question left hanging she hurried off and left me to find my own way back the rest of the way. The hotel reception was quiet, with only the night porter on duty, but of course I had to wait while he checked my name against his computer to make sure I was a bona fide guest before handing over my key. I had begun to worry that Anna might have deserted me, disappeared into the night before fulfilling her part of our bargain. But as I emerged from the lift on my floor I spotted her, her little face peering round the door of the service stairs. She rushed up to me and grabbed my hand. "Be quick. Be quick" I fumbled the key in the door, but soon we were inside my room, security chain on. Safe. We both flopped onto the bed panting with excitement like a couple of children. I recovered my breath first, went to the mini-bar and offered her a drink. She would only accept a coke, but I made myself a gin and tonic, I needed the alcohol to steady my pounding heart. As I sipped my drink I began to undo my shirt, the coolness of the air-conditioned room had started to make the damp material feel clammy against my skin. "How about a shower?" I suggested. Her answer was to set down her drink, rise from the bed and start to undress. No striptease for me this time, she quickly disrobed and put her clothes neatly on a chair. Then both of us naked, she took my hand led me into the bathroom. The warm water of the shower felt good on my skin, washing away the evening's sweat. Anna applied soap to me, softly massaging me as she did so and of course paying special attention to my swollen cock. When I reached the point at which I could almost take no more of this treatment, I took the soap from her, turned her around, then holding her so my hot erection was pressed against her back, I began to wash her. I soaped her front, then, obviously taking full advantage of this opportunity to caress and tease her at her at the same time, I squeezed and stroked her firm round breasts, teasing and tweaking her long hard nipples until she squeaked with a mixture of pleasure and pain. By now the soap had been discarded. Naturally this bathing had evolved into no more than excuse to resume and extend the play that we had started in the nightclub. I ran my hands down her slim, slippery body. Avoiding her pussy for now, I reached down as far as I could, and caressed her upper thighs. Her legs parted for me, so I slipped one hand between them and again invaded the hot wet folds of her pussy. My other hand returned to her breast, where I tweaked and teased her nipple in time with the tattoo my fingers were beating on her swollen clitoris. Soon she was moaning and squirming against my hard cock that was still firmly pressed against her lower back. Before her writhing could excite me too far, I released her breast. And still with my fingers firmly implanted in the outer folds of her pussy, I turned her so she was side on to me. I ran my free hand down her back, and then squeezed in turn each of her firm little buttocks. Then, causing her to emit two little squeaks of shock that so delighted my ears, I playfully smacked one, then the other of those lovely mounds. I pressed my finger into the cleft of her bottom. Seeking then quickly finding the pucker of her anus. First I teased and circled that sensitive spot, and then I pressed my finger against it. She surprised me when she pushed back against that pressure. She shuddered, gave a small cry, then a long drawn out sighing moan as my finger penetrated her most taboo of holes. As my fingers pleasured her pussy and arsehole Anna's breathing first depend then transmuted into rasping sobs interposed with whimpering moans. She began to shake, her legs started to buckle beneath her. For the second time that evening she was on the every edge of orgasm. Suddenly, denying herself the pleasure of that final release, to which she was so very close, she pushed my hands from her. She turned to face me and, in one smooth movement dropped to her knees, with her small hand grasped the root of my rigid penis and she engulfed its swollen head with her rosebud mouth. The warmth of her mouth, the firm grip her hand exerted on the base of my shaft, the sensation of her tongue slowly circling my glans... Her every touch caused waves of pleasure to flow over my body. Anna, this wonderful young woman, this diva of the sexual arts, treated me to a long slow, luxurious fellaito. I could have used the word blowjob, but that coarse expression would have been a disservice to the virtuosity of her skills. With the warm water of the shower still splashing over us, skilfully using her lips, her tongue, even the very lightest pressure of her teeth; time and again Anna brought me to the very brink of orgasm. Then judging the moment exactly, paused, and let the pressure subside, before continuing her exquisite torture. My legs felt weak. I lent back against the wall, reaching out with my hands to try and find some purchase to steady myself on the wet and slippery tiles. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself completely to the warm haze of pure sensual pleasure that washed over me. Too soon her mouth was taken from my aching flesh. She turned off the shower, wrapped me in a towel and quickly, efficiently dried me off. Then drying herself she led me back to the bedroom. She settled herself onto centre of the big double bed. Lying on her back, her arms spread wide, her legs parted with her knees drawn up. She was hungry with lust, waiting to be served and satisfied. "I suck cock good, yes?" she demanded, "Now your turn, you eat pussy, make me big cum like you promise." Her sudden, strident, and demanding tone made me laugh. Only half mockingly I mimicked her mode of speech, "Ok, I keep promise, I eat pussy, make you big cum like you ask!" I lent over her scooping her up in my arms I lifted her off the bed then set her back down, kneeling. I gathered a pile of pillows in front of her, and then pushed her down so she was leaning over them, her head pressed against the mattress. Moving behind her I spread her legs wide so once again was open and exposed. She started to object and move from the position I had put her in, but a light, sharp smack to her bottom and the firm pressure of my hand on her back told her that now it was my turn to take charge. She settled and awaited my next move. I crouched down close behind her, and gently blew a stream of cold air over her hot wet pussy and puckered little arsehole that was still slightly open from the fingering that it recently received. She shuddered and moaned. The cold air was having exactly the affect that I had intended. I continued my blowing while I pushed a hand underneath her. Cupping the tufted mound of her pudenda in the palm of my hand I began to stroke her hard and swollen clitoris with my thumb. I brought my face closer, and inhaled the bittersweet, musky smell of her arousal. She almost jumped when I ran my tongue across her hungry flesh. No time for subtly now, I had a promise to keep and she was already close to the edge. Her moans were now almost continuous. Her hips were thrusting back and forth rhythmically, as I pushed my tongue deeply into her almost dripping pussy. My other hand I brought round above her, then with one finger I teased, and then probed her arsehole that willingly accommodated my invading digit. Her moaning redoubled with my two-pronged attack, she thrashed wildly under me and pummelled the bed with her small fists. Suddenly she tensed; her moans fell silent. Then her whole body began to spasm again and again as if someone was sending high voltage jolts of electricity through her. The dam of her orgasm burst, her juices flowed freely and I eagerly lapped them up. Her spasms eased, she drew in a long deep breath, which she released as a heartfelt sigh. Several more deep breathes, then her breath began to catch and she let out a whimpering little cry. Immediately I released her and drew my hands away. Then planted two kisses upon her, one on each of the twin humps of her pert buttocks. She responded with what I could only describe as a purr. Room Service Ch. 02 The next day, watching the match with my mates and girlfriend, I couldn't help smiling to myself when I saw Andy Mills scoring the winning goal - taking my team through to the FA cup final. As everyone in the pub was cheering and celebrating, my mind flashed back to the night before and Andy's hot cock pumping spunk all over my mouth and face. I felt happy. Partly because I'd played a small part in my team going through, but mostly because I knew Andy would be back in London for the final in just over a month. I couldn't help hoping he'd come back to the hotel. That night the horniness I'd felt while servicing Andy's cock was finally unleashed with my girlfriend. I asked her to wear the football shirt I'd bought her last Christmas while she gave me a celebratory blow job and then I bent her over and fucked her good and hard. As we lay there afterwards she said she didn't know what had gotten into me, but she liked it...if that was winning the semi-finals she couldn't wait to celebrate winning the final! I tried not to think about the "gay" aspect of what I'd done with Andy – in the end we were just two horny guys, helping each other out (or at least I'd helped him)... and it's nothing different than what happens in boys public schools and prisons. Didn't make either of us gay, just horny. A month later, I had deliberately arranged to be running the night shift prior to the cup final, using the excuse that I wanted the next day off to watch the match. Secretly hoping Andy would stay in the hotel and I'd run into him again. Not knowing really what I expected to happen but knowing I wanted to see him again. I missed Andy checking in since he arrived before my shift started, but as soon as I got chance I checked the computer system – he had checked in alone and ordered food for one to his room. His wife must be away, maybe he planned this? I noticed on his bill he had already accessed the gym and WiFi, pre-ordered a wake-up call, breakfast , newspaper and had made a blanked out purchase on the TV system – usually that means porn, but could be something else. I was a little disappointed, hoping to see him before the big game, waiting for an excuse to go up to his room. I couldn't help thinking he didn't want a repeat performance and was making do with some porn, I wondered if I had done something to offend him last time. At the same time I wondered why I was so bothered about this – it's not like I had a crush on him. Then at around 10pm, a call was put through to me from the front desk: "Duty manager speaking, how can I help?" I answered "Hi, this is Andy Mills in room 412, I think we met last time I was here" "Yes, we did, how can I help sir" "This is a bit sensitive, I need your absolute discretion" My heart started to race as Andy continued: "I'm not supposed to drink before a big match, but I'm having trouble relaxing, could you bring me a couple of bottles of lager up without anyone knowing about it?" "Certainly, sir, you can rely on my absolute discretion, any particular brand of lager?" With that, I headed towards the hotel bar, personally prepared a tray of two bottles of lager, glasses and headed up to room 412. My heart was beating fast and my cock already stirring as I knocked on the door. I heard the answer to come in, and took a deep breath as I used my access key to open the door. Room 412 is one of our best - a corner suite, King size bed with study, sitting area, bath and shower. Andy Mills was sitting up on the bed, naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked up at the TV screen to see he was watching a blonde slut with big tits sucking on a big black cock. Wouldn't have been my choice of skin-flick but I guess the woman was pretty hot and actually reminded me a bit of Andy's wife. Andy was smirking at me like a Cheshire cat. I put the beer down by the side of the bed and opened one, he picked up the bottle, took a sip. With the other hand I could see he was slowly massaging his cock, manipulating it in such a way that the towel slowly parted and I could see his length growing in his hand. "I'm glad you're working tonight. Somehow I knew you would be. After last time it seems like you might be my new lucky charm, so, what are you waiting for...you know what service I really want." With that he gestured to his stiff 8 inches and looked up at me, sipping his beer. I don't know why, but there was something magnetic about him and his cock, I didn't need to be asked twice. I positioned myself on the bed, took his thick cock in my hands and licked the bell-end, slowly kissing his knob and sliding my tongue around the shaft. He breathed heavily, then I felt the weight of his hand on my head, pushing me onto his meaty cock. I closed my eyes and sucked him the best way I knew how. I could hear the slurping and groaning of the porno playing in the background, as well as Andy's heavy breathing in-between him sipping his lager. I looked up at him, I was pleased to see his focus was on me, and the performance I was giving bobbing up and down on his cock. "You're good at this, even better than I remembered" he said, I was strangely proud of my cock-sucking prowess. He suddenly moved off the bed and stood up, I moved my head, trying not to let his cock be away from my lips for any longer than could be helped. Eventually I was kneeling below him, sucking on his cock from my position on the floor, I moved my head down and began licking on his balls, sucking and teasing – knowing how sensitive they were. "Good boy" he whispered "do you want some beer? I think you're earning it" I looked up and nodded, expecting him to pass me the second bottle, instead he smiled and moved his own bottle down to the tip of his dick. Gently and slowly he tilted the bottle and began pouring lager onto his cock, letting it spill down his shaft onto my face and mouth as I looked up at him. I licked and sucked eagerly at his beer-soaked cock, trying to catch as much as possible. My tongue went into overdrive, lapping at his groin like a thirsty dog. The taste of cock and beer was somehow manly and dirty at the same time, I loved it. After this, I set to work trying to deep throat his eight inches again, it was easier this time, I controlled my breathing and forced myself deeper, not worrying about my eyes watering. Suddenly after about 3 minutes of intensive sucking Andy pulled his cock out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it. My hot cheeks were red and moist with saliva, tears and sweat, I wanted to get that cock back into my mouth and I also wished I could release my own cock and get some attention myself. Looking over at the TV screen I noticed the big black cock was now fucking the blonde, at first all I could see was two black butt-cheeks pounding away at a bundle of white flesh and blond hair, as the camera repositioned I realised the guttural moaning of the slut was not just because of the mammoth cock she was taking, but that he was giving it to her in her asshole. "There is something else" Andy started, I hoped at last he was going to offer some reciprocation. "Last year before the European cup final, the missus knew how important it was so she let me brake the gaffer's sex ban rules...in fact it was so important to me she let me fuck her tight little ass. I felt like the king of the world the next morning, scored a hat-trick that match!" I continued sucking on his cock as he told me this hot story about his wife, I couldn't believe she let him fuck her ass, but then I remembered that match, probably one of the happiest days of my life as a football supported when we won the European cup, Andy had been on the best form I'd ever seen. "So, how about it?" He said it so nonchalantly I didn't quite connect what he was asking. As he lent over and started rubbing my ass through my work trousers I suddenly understood the full force of what he was asking. "I've noticed through your uniform, your ass is pert just like hers, I bet it's pretty tight too...the missus said once she got used to the sensation it wasn't so bad" "No fucking way, mate" I spat the words out: "Giving you a blowjob was a favour to help you out before the match, but I'm not gay and nothing goes near my ass, not even my girlfriends fingers" "I was worried you might say that" Andy seemed un-phased pulling his cock out of my mouth, I watched him walk over to the study area, grab his laptop and bring it back to the bed, his big cock and low balls bobbing around as he did. He use the remote to mute the TV and opened a file on his laptop: "You might like to see a different movie I was watching earlier, I made it myself last time with the camera on my phone" I watched in horror as I saw my own face bobbing up and down on his thrusting cock, my eyes were closed, I had no idea he was filming our last session – the camera must have been hidden on the bedside. He skipped the film forward and I saw my face covered in his hot spunk. "What the fuck....Jesus, I had no idea..." I could barely form a sentence as my mind raced...what the hell is he going to do with this film. "You can't really tell who's cock it is, but it's pretty clear it's your eager mouth...your face looks pretty sexy covered in my cum...I got off a few times editing this together." He smilled and yanked his cock, keeping it hard. "Come on, it's obvious you love my cock...and you couldn't get up here fast enough tonight. So how about you let me have a go at your ass? Secretly I think you want it, and I need this to be on my best form tomorrow. That way no one else needs to see this little home movie of ours." I thought about it carefully, my family, my girlfriend, my mates, my job...the damage to my life would be unimaginable if he were to put this onto the internet or send it to someone. I was hungry for his cock in my mouth and I'd even imaginged him sucking me off, but having him fuck my arse... the only thing worse would be that film getting out. I looked back at him, he was smiling at me, his rugged face and curly black hair made him look like a mischievous schoolboy asking for a second helping of dessert, rather than a horny footballer blackmailing me into submitting my anal-virginity to him. "Okay" I whispered. He leaned forward, so his face was next to mine and whispered: "I can't hear you, tell me what you want to do?" "I said, okay, you can fuck my arsehole" I spat the words out and closed my eyes in shame "Don't worry, I appreciate you helping me out, I'll start off nice and gentle." He pushed his cock into my face, saying "Why don't you keep this hard, while you get your trousers off". I tried to get back into the rhythm of sucking him as I unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down to my knees. Despite everything running through my mind, my cock was still pretty hard. As Andy lifted me up by my arms and lent me over the bed I could feel my hard on pressing at my chest. He grabbed a condom from his side-table and I heard him put it on, I looked over at the porn on the TV screen, the big black cock was pumping streams of white cum over the blonde's face and tits. I watched it running again in slow motion and tried not to think about the image in this room. Andy's naked muscular body and 8 inch cock, lining up behind me, bent over the edge of the bed with my trousers around my knees and my shirt held half way up my back. Waiting for him to fuck me. I looked forward and saw his face and my own reflected in a big mirror, he smiled at me and licked his lips. He spat in his hand and rubbed his saliva between my ass cheeks, fingering my tight ring, moistening it up. He repeated the action, and then also spat onto the end of his rubbered up cock. He grabbed a small bottle from the bedside and leant forward: "Take a sniff of this – it'll help open you up" With that he wrapped his arms around my head, without warning he placed the bottle beneath my face. The smell of poppers I recognised from when someone brought them into school years ago...suddenly it filled my nose and went instantly to my head and I felt my cock soften slightly as I relaxed. He slowly pushed his cock between my pert white ass cheeks, and positioned the head at my rim, he smiled again as I felt him lift his weight up and put his hold body behind that first initial thrust. I honestly never felt anything like this pain, the fullness in my arse was blowing my mind, the stretching of my ring was like all hell. I winced in pain, my eyes watering. I let out a guttural moan just like the blonde slut in the porno movie. Andy kept on sliding himself forward and back into my hole, nice and slow as I got used to the feeling. His hands on the middle of my back, almost massaging me to take my mind off it. After about two minutes of this he leant foward and I could feel the weight of his body on me and whispered into my ear: "See, not too bad...you're a lot tighter than my missus too. I think I'm going to enjoy this." I have to admit the pain had begun to subside at that point, and in fact, his cock seemed to be causing a reaction within me that only seemed to make my own dick harder than it ever was before, stimulating it without even needing to touch it. Now though the massaging of my back and the slow gentle strokes stopped, I watched him in the mirror as he grabbed my hips and started bucking faster into me, I could hear his groin slapping on my butt cheeks in an accelerating rhythm, the sharper thrusts were making his low hanging balls slap against my own as he forced my body down and my ass up into the air. It didn't hurt anymore and in fact I was getting turned on, my competitive streak felt challenged and I found myself trying to push back against his rhythm and take him deeper with each stroke to see if I could take all 8 inches of his monster cock. Suddenly I watched in the mirror as his hand rose up and slapped down across my ass cheeks, the type of spanking motion you see guys making in rap videos or porn: "Take it you dirty bitch, you love that cock in your naughty little ass" He spanked me again and then lent forward, wrapping his arms around my body to squeeze my nipples. The sensation was amazing, I hoped he would go further and grope my 7 inch hard on, but he just kept playing with my nipples as he ground his length inside my ass. Next he slipped his cock out of my hole and took a few deep breaths of recovery: "I want to watch you bounce your ass on my cock" he announced as he sat on the bed and drank from the second bottle of beer. I was already kicking off my shoes, trousers and boxers (which were now around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor, jumped onto the bed and straddled him, facing away from him toward the TV (where a new porn scene was now rolling with a brunette getting double teamed by two hairy muscle dudes - both with massive cocks). Andy lent forward and spat out a spray of lager onto my asshole to help lube me up, I could also hear him tipping a little onto his hands and using it to re-lube the johnny that was still encasing his mammoth cock. He held his it up straight as I crouched over it and slowly lowered myself onto it. Not even thinking about how quickly I'd adapted to the role of anal-slut. Looking to my side I could see him in the mirror sipping beer and watching my arse swallowing his manhood. I could see myself too, crouching, bouncing my ass up and down with longer and deeper strokes as I grew in confidence. He put down the bottle and grabbed my hips, controlling my rhythm and using me almost like a blow-up doll on his dick. Without comment, he repositioned himself slightly and started going at my ass doggy style, he seemed to like this position and began fucking me fast and furious. I let one of my hands cup my cock and balls quickly and desperately wanted to bring myself off, but had to stop to balance myself against the force of Andy's ass-fucking. "Fuck yes, I'm so fucking close, we need to slow down, I don't want to cum yet." He pulled out of me – I could see him in the mirror – stood on the bed, towering over me, finishing his beer. After the last 20 minutes of ass pounding suddenly I felt empty, kneeling with my ass in the air, desperate for more hard fucking punishment. I felt his fingers pushing into me, keeping me open, then I heard him laugh to himself and say: "I think your going to like this old son, just relax" As I felt something cold and hard against my ass cheeks. In the mirror I saw him, grinning broadly and playing with his cock with one hand as the other pushed the beer bottle into my arse. My eyes widened in fear, but before I could do or say anything I could feel the glass inside me, filling the space left by his boner a minute ago, it was cold and hard and he had to be a lot gentler as he slid it into me but I was surprised at how easily I could take it. Once it was in, he just left it there, I held it in me with my ass cheeks. Removing his condom he moved round to offer his cock to my mouth, leaning over to dildo my ass with the bottle. I took his cock in my lips and for the first time felt full from both ends as I sucked his meat. It was incredible, so dirty and weird but the hardness of my own cock told me it was the horniest position I'd ever been in. Andy's pace increased as he fucked my face and ass simultaneously, I was sucking him so hard I thought his dick would fall off. Slowly he pulled the bottle out of my ass and dropped it on the bed, as he did he pulled his groin away from my face "I'm gonna cum all over your pert ass cheeks" he pushed me down and sat on back, beating his cock over my arse." "Oh my fucking god" he groaned and in the mirror I saw his whole body tighten and I felt the hot strings of spunk spraying over my buttcheeks. He rubbed his cock around, smearing my fleshy cheeks with his cum, then he leant back and fed his cock into my mouth so I could taste him one last time. Since my first taste of cum I'd waited for this moment, and generously sucked and licked his softening cock clean. Looking up to his face, as he smiled and closed his eyes. He lay back onto the bed, I used the bathroom to wash myself off (I didn't have time for a full shower, and wanted to keep the smell of sex and him on me for the rest of my shift). I quickly pulled my uniform back on and left – he had already fallen asleep. As the high of the sex and the poppers subsided I spent the rest of my shift with a semi-hard cock, and having to avoid sitting down due to the pain in my arsehole – thinking of how after all this I was definitely going to make Andy take my load next time! Room Service Ch. 02 As I drew away from her, I saw out of the corner of my eye her reflection in the big mirror that faced the foot of the bed. I turned my head and looked fully at the mirror, her positioning was perfect; I could not have done better if I had planned it. Damn! If only I had spotted that before, I could have played that scene differently and enjoyed a double vision of the woman I was pleasuring. I teased one of the pillows out from under Anna's prone body. Set it back in a more conventional place on the bed, and then lay on my back next to her. My erection had flagged a little in the last few minutes, so I began to stroke myself. Turning my head to face her I quietly enquired, "Did I keep my promise well?" "Oh yes," she purred, "You make me very big cum. Best ever." For a moment she looked at my face, then her gaze travelled down to where my hand was massaging my cock. She shifted position and reached towards the bedside unit where I had placed the foil wrapped condoms that I had purchased back at the nightclub. As she leant across me her breasts came temptingly close to my face. I gave into that temptation, I took her still hard nipple between my lips and gently sucked. She paused in her movements and for a few moments both of us savoured that small pleasure. Then she pulled away from me and settled her self into a comfortable half kneeling, half sitting position, beside me. She didn't roll the condom on to my penis at once as I had expected her to do. She had a different plan in mind. She lent over me, moving my hand aside and taking my cock into her mouth she treated me to a slow gentle suction, just enough to ensure that I regained my full erection, but not enough to over excite me. This task completed to her satisfaction she rocked back onto her heels and made a little bow. Her trick was done; my man was dressed and ready for action. As on the previous occasion, she squatted over me, and bearing down with her pelvis, she slowly impaled herself on my rigid meat. I love this position, which seems to be the one most favoured by the women of this region. It must have something to do with their long and deeply ingrained tradition of servility. The woman has full control, the man just has to lie there and enjoy. Which I now fully intended, almost, to do. For several long moments she remained still, my fat cock fully sheathed in her wonderfully tight little pussy. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, and a small smile hovered about her lips. These first delectable moments of penetration, the way my flesh filled and stretched hers, the heat of her body radiating into mine, and the heat of mine into hers. I could see in her face that Anna was relishing these feelings as much as I was. Her body stirred. Outwardly she remained still, but this was something special and wonderful. I sent a prayer of gratitude up to whoever had taught her this ancient oriental art of muscle control. She was able to select different muscle groups deep within her pussy and use them individually and completely at will. The effect was similar to that of the action of a milkmaid's hand on the teat of a cow. It was delicious. Exquisite. How much more delicious it would be, I wondered, if my flesh was in direct contact with hers. But that thin sheath of rubber that separated us also served a second purpose, slightly desensitising, it would help to prolong, I hoped, my enjoyment of her virtuoso performance. Her hands went to my chest, and she braced and steadied herself. I became aware that she had started to move her hips. At first almost imperceptible subtle movements, neither up and down, nor back and forth, but small in circles that accentuated even further the effect that the actions of her inner muscles, where having on my hot and swollen cock. My hands went to her breasts, squeezing and massaging those fleshy orbs and again her erect, hard nipples drilled into my palms. Our two pubic bones ground together like the two stones of a mill, the friction of her gyrations building the heat that existed between us. Anna's movements flowed, constantly changing in pace and direction, from the circular to the lateral and back again. Clockwise, anti-clockwise, back and forth, side to side, sometimes stopping completely her muscles relaxing; a pause, a little time to allow the temperature of our arousal to drop by a few degrees. Then setting off again, in a different direction and at a different pace. But always her movements were small carefully controlled and in perfect synchronisation with the rippling of those inner muscles, deep in her pussy. After what seemed like an eternity of this exquisite dance that she was playing out upon my body, and during one of Anna's temperature lowering pauses I had a little trick of my own to play. I dropped one of my hands on her belly and with my fingers splayed wide on her skin I pushed my thumb between our bodies. She rocked back a little to accommodate this intrusion. Then forward again so my thumb was trapped between us, its fleshy ball pressing hard against the exposed and sensitive tip of her clitoris. As she resumed her gyrations, with my other hand I tweaked and teased her nipples in the same way she had seemed to enjoy in the shower. With the added pressure of my thumb on her clitoris, the stretching of the tight sheath of her vagina by the girth of my man-flesh, and my teasing of her sensitive nipples, the level of Anna's arousal quickly built. As did mine. With consummate skill, despite the beckoning call of her fast approaching orgasm, she kept control. Her actions remained considered and deliberate, no rush, no urgency of limited time on this occasion. This coupling, this final act that every other action of this evening had be building towards, this was one to be drawn out to its fullest extent. To taste, to savour, and to consume every single morsel of pleasure that could be extracted from it. I had become acutely aware of the pressure building in my loins, I braced, clenching my own pelvic muscles hard, holding back the flow of my semen that now so urgently wanted to escape from me. I was on the very brink of orgasm, but still I wanted to prolong the ecstasy for as long as I possibly could. The longer I tried to hold back the more difficult it became maintain the grip in which I held myself. My breathing became gasping and ragged; my body began to shake as every ounce of my energy was directed towards a single cause. At the very moment when I could hold back no longer, Anna's iron control also broke. As twice before, she cried out, tensed, and then shuddered violently as the electric jolts of her orgasm gripped her. I too was wracked with the pleasure-pain of an intense, violent and explosive orgasm. I writhed on the bed pinioned as I was beneath the juddering body of my lover. With the fire of ecstasy searing my flesh, a low animal growl escaped for my lips rising in both pitch and intensity until it rivalled the primordial scream itself. My pulsating flesh trapped in the vice-like grip of her convulsions pumped surge after surge of scalding hot semen against the now unwelcome barrier of the rubber sheath that divided her flesh from mine. The explosion of electric, burning, energy that had so wracked my body subsided. The moment, the compressed infinity of agony and ecstasy had passed. I now lay exhausted, gasping and quivering, still ensnared beneath glistening, shaking, sweat soaked body of my lover. A long sigh escaped my lips, never before had I experienced anything so explosive or intense as such had gripped me just a few moments before. Anna, her own orgasm now subsiding collapsed against me. I enclosed her in my arms and held her to me. We kissed deeply and passionately while she still twitched with the after shocks of that, the third orgasm she had enjoyed that night. Laying there, our flesh still coupled, my spent manhood began to sag within the warm and welcoming folds of her body. Anna moved away from me disconnecting my flesh from hers. Then taking tissues, and with extreme gentleness she withdrew that full and flaccid used piece of rubber from my wilting and hypersensitive penis. With the same care she wiped clean my drooping flesh, and then, for the moment, disposed of the tissue wrapped physical evidence of our mutual pleasure on the floor. This job done, she lay back beside me, sated and fully satisfied, wrapped in each other's arms we drifted towards sleep... I am not sure how long I had slept, but I was aware that the warmth of Anna's body had been taken from me. The room was dimly illuminated with only the light spilling from the bathroom lighting the scene. In that dim twilight I could just make out the shape of Anna moving about the room, dressing and gathering her things. I called out to her. She came and knelt beside the bed, "So sorry," she whispered, "Must go now. Thank you. Thank you, you very nice, you very good lover. We meet again soon yes?" I sought to find the right words to appropriately thank my Asian Aphrodite, but my sleep-addled brain failed in the attempt, so I answered lamely, "Yes, yes. You were great too. Fantastic. The very best! We must meet again soon, I promise." She still kneeling, and me lying we embraced and kissed again. Then she pulled away and was gone. The bathroom light was switched off, and there was a soft click as the bedroom door closed behind her. I lay in the darkness reliving in my mind the events that had just passed. Then, I was gripped with a sudden panic, I put on the light, leapt from the bed and rifled through my discarded clothing. I found what I was looking for, my wallet. It was still there. I checked the contents, all in order! I had heard stories of other girls, leading men on with, "You nice man, you no need pay!" Then when the man was sleeping, they would steal his wallet and disappear into the night. I breathed a sigh of relief. Anna was not like these other girls; she was a good girl. I chided myself for distrusting her. I returned to bed, switched out the light and soon fell into a deep contented sleep.