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Hotel Remodel

Tom arrived in the night at the hotel. His flight had been delayed three times. Despite his tiredness, the presentation he was to give the next day at the convention still needed work. Fortunately, the guy at reception was gentle and comprehensive, accustomed to businessmen and what they needed. With perfect intuition, he satisfied Tom’s entire request almost without a word. For a moment, Tom had the impression the guy was in someway reading his thoughts. Seconds later, Tom was in his room and he knew perfectly how to access the Internet for his job. The clerk’s instructions were detailed yet easy to follow. Finally a simple place, Tom thought, with no complications. For some reason, Tom was happy to have found Charles. Normally, female receptionists tend to focus too much on impressing customers with their beauty, but as soon as you ask them about technical things, they mostly just giggle after shaking their empty heads: “There are no such things here on Mars… hee hee hee.”

“Dammit!” Everything was going too well. Just as he was about to access the Internet, to search for what he wanted, something went wrong. He checked the address. Did he have the same one Charles gave him to log on? Yes, it was right, but the page. It was absolutely wrong. There was some sort of fast sequence of disgusting pictures.

Tom began wondering. Would a teen or a woman have such experience? Flashing before his eyes were images of cocks spurting cum, angry lips sucking hard, red manhood, and then the more-attractive sexy body of women wearing pretty, lacy lingerie. Again cocks and cum, then flashing words about feeling good in sucking cocks, loving the taste of cum, and so on …

“Charles, this is room 2134, I just tried to access the internet, as you suggested, but something is wrong here and… well it’s not very easy to explain. It seems that … it’s sort of adult site… No login prompt… Yes, there are some words but nothing about user and password. Yes I’m sure, I carefully checked. Ok, I’ll wait. Please do your best, since I really need to use my computer. Yes, I’ll wait for the login page.”

Tom hung up the phone. On the screen was still the same obscene sexual sequence. Probably the last customer logged in to some ridiculous sites.

C’mon, Charles, how long does it take? Don’t now betray me.

The girl with the pink panties looked really nice. She was appearing more often. Her lingerie was definitely very sexy. Tom fantasized about his wife wearing it. It would make a good idea for a gift, along with the appealing and arousing red satin bra. The red of the shiny fabric so matched her sucking lips. He wondered if his wife felt that way while blowing him. Sometimes, he had this fantasy, in which he had planted in her mind a message, something like: “I love sucking your cock. Uhmmm … I love to taste your sex and have all this creamy cum in my mouth…”

Someone knocked at the door, and Tom had a wince. Was he sleeping? His eyes felt so heavy and he found a line of saliva had dribbled onto his t-shirt. Trembling, he reached the door. Charles was there with a cable in his hands.

Only at that moment did he notice that the bulge of an incredible hard-on was pressing his trousers out.

Tom saw that Charles noticed it, but his smile made him less embarrassed. How many things a night manager might see during the long, dark hours of his job?

Charles changed the cable and then asked Tom to try logging on again. Happiness finally burst in full as now everything was working correctly. Charles, naturally, apologized for the problem.

“I’ll be manning reception all nights this week, sir. Don’t be afraid to call me for anything you need. I wish you a good night, sir,” assured Charles leaving the room with another comfortable smile.

Tom returned at the computer but a few minutes in he noticed he was writing absurd things. That’s when he decided he was too sleepy and distracted to work and he should best go to sleep, picking up the job in the morning. What a disaster if he should forget to remove all those sentences about cum tasting good, or how hard cocks look so sexy, or the way panties fit so well… No, in these cases, it is better to let the brain rest.

For some reason, the images of the “sissification therapy” overstressed his mind, causing unusual drowsiness, as if over his last 24 hours he had been running double time. Now with robotic movement, he trudged to pee and then undressed for bed. He switched on the TV, which had a relaxing power over him as usual. He remembered his eyelids drooping down more frequently. The program was finished, followed by a commercial about a cream for body hair. When he opened his eyes again, another commercial was airing for a gay telephone hotline. Two young men were caressing their smooth bodies while the camera indulged plenty on their white underwear, especially where their stiffen shafts showed perfectly visible under the adherence of sheer, elastic fabric. He reached his hand to switch off the TV, but then a new wave of drowsiness caught him.

When he next opened his eyes, the TV was showing the same wired video he had seen on the computer. In the blur of the night, he found himself becoming aroused by the images. Even though he had no doubt the video was the same, his reaction changed. The disgust of that cum spurting and dripping from those wonderful cocks was gone, leaving room in his mind for an arousing feeling of curiosity. For some reason, he found it very arousing to picture himself in the video wearing sexy lingerie and with his lips, shining of red lipstick, softly wrapped around the engulfed shaft. Waiting. The idea of his mouth full of hot cum made him cum unexpectedly and violently.

Tom awoke all of a sudden; the orgasm was still shaking his cock that now was spreading wetness from the last drops of sperm inside his underwear. It was only a dream. On TV, there was only the graininess of no signal. It was 4:30 in the night and he felt incredibly hot, needing a drink, definitively thirsty. Was he so thirsty to dream about drinking cum? How Funny! And tired, too. Too lazy to lift himself up to clean up. In the end, it was only cum, the most natural thing in the world. A stream of it was now dripping aside his stomach. In a simple, ordinary gesture, he collected some of the liquid and brought his fingers to the mouth. Tom found himself somehow ridiculous, but the taste was good, salty and creamy. A smile widen on his face and, like a baby with his feeding bottle, he fell asleep.

Next evening, after dinner with customers, when he returned, he found the pack of cleaned laundry on the bed. It seemed much more than the clothes he left in the morning. As soon as he opened the pack, something caught his attention. There should be nothing pink among his clothes, and surely no lace. Tom opened the pack with care and stared, separating his clothes from those silky things. He identified on the bed a white blouse, a pair of black shorts, black pantyhose, a matching bra and panties. In the morning, he would have to bring them to Charles. For sure someone was waiting for them, someone with fine tastes in underwear, of course. A nice perfume was emanating from them. He had an image of a seductive woman. Very often, while waiting in airport or some public places, he liked to imagine what women were wearing underneath. Sometimes it was easy, since some undergarments were exposed, like the cups near their interesting cleavage or the straps of the bra. Sometimes, while bending, the string of a thong would make its wonderful appearance between her white cheeks. Tom had a shower, long and warm. He felt a shower was sort of like hyperactivity of his sexual system, and it felt good to dedicate so much attention to his hardness, which remained easily visible under the hotel bathrobe.

As soon as he tried to access the Internet, he understood that his problem with the connection was still there. The same situation as the previous night had returned—a scuffing noise with a frenetic sequence of imagines. It seemed clear that the cable was not the solution for it. Something else was wrong here. And he needed a proper solution, so he tried and tried to restart the browser, but the only result was to restart the sequence again from the beginning. Finally, he remembered that the day before he waited a few minutes before calling Charles, making the process finish its job. Since his erection wasn’t gone yet, he decided to use this waiting time to play some more with himself. Comparing his cock with the ones on the screen, he noticed how much bigger and more attractive they were. It made perfect sense, in fact, to feel compelled to lay his lips on those red, pulsing heads. When the sequence finished, he found himself staring blankly at a line instructing to “push enter to play it again, Sissy-boy”, while stroking his now-hurting prick.

He couldn’t ask for Charles’s help like this. He was in a condition in which his erection wouldn’t stop raging until the orgasm, but at the same time, he was so hard that he felt almost pain to continue, and this didn’t help his effort.

Tom pushed enter.

The sequence finished again but without resolving the problem, which meant having to call Charles, who in some way would be able to solve it. Tom regretted his incompetence with a computer. Why do things get so difficult, he grumbled to himself. Why can’t it just be enough to plug in and go in?

“Yes, Charles, I’m sorry to bother you, but I still have that same problem here. Yes, please, if you would come here to my room, I would appreciate it a lot. Thanks again, Charles.”

Tom hung up the phone and then pressed enter again to be certain the problem would recur when showing Charles what was happening. Charles was smart, but how could he solve a problem without seeing it?

Only at the knock upon the door did he realize that he couldn’t present himself in that condition, and still mostly naked with just a short bathrobe. Asking Charles to wait a moment, he took to finding something to put on at least to contain his springing-out erection. Charles knocked again. Tom felt so embarrassed for letting Charles wait. Finally, Tom opened the door. Charles was there smiling at him.

“So how is this naughty boy?” he asked coming in and noticing the mess of mixed clothes on the bed.

Tom felt very embarrassed and tried to explain about the delay, the mess, the dismissed attire and the bulge still pushing on his crotch.

“I see,” Charles said. “I was referring to your computer. Anyway, let’s see the problem,” inviting Tom to have a seat.

Tom pressed enter again to start the sequence. With an automatic reaction, after few seconds, Tom noticed an overwhelming desire to stroke again. If just Charles wasn’t there, he would surely open his bathrobe and…

“Nice panties, Tom. Can’t be easy to contain your hard-on in there… hee hee”

Only at that moment did Tom notice that he had taken his underwear from the wrong pile. He tried to explain the problem with the female undergarments and…

“You just wanted to check how it fits you, didn’t you, Tom?”

“Yes, sort of... hee hee. Just a test,” he mumbled with his eyes stuck on the screen.

“So how do those pink panties fit you, Tom? Let me see.”

“What… let you see? Uhmmm, yes, they do fit well, very well indeed…” Tom answered, feeling happy that Charles understood the situation without getting mad with him. With that, he opened the bath robe completely, revealing also the matching bra.

“Nice, tommie, they fit almost perfectly on you. I see your prick also especially enjoys the silky contact,” Charles concluded by the way Tom was positioning and caressing it through the shining fabric.

“What? Well, yes, it is a very arousing experience… I have to confess that it feels good to wear panties… it makes me feel horny to see a cock pushing inside them,” he answered automatically, repeating the flashing phrases on the screen.

“Very good, tommie, so I think you could enjoy this also.”

When Charles had his trousers off, Tom felt a new, incredible pulse of swelling in his cock as he noticed the shape of Charles’s cock under his ardent boxers. With that, Charles took a hold of Tom head and positioned it to his shaft.

“How does it feel, tommie? Aren’t you eager to play with it? Have you seen how big it is? Can you imagine how yummy it could be?”

Tom attention was on Charles’s crotch now, completely. He let weakly Charles’s hand guide his head closer and started to inhale his scent. Was Charles speaking or the computer? Was it important to know who was suggesting to him how wonderful it would have been to suck his cock? Not at all. Nothing was important enough to distract his attention from that magnificent cock. Tom closed his eyes to concentrate on his feelings, imagining his red lips working on Charles’s hard-on, imagining how sexy it would have been to see the shaft penetrating his mouth so deeply. When Tom felt Charles’s hands at the side of his head, he knew Charles was about to cum. After few seconds, with a long moan, he felt the first spurt of cum filling his mouth. At last, he thought, he had desired it so much. Cocksucking was so good, and he couldn’t explain why he waited so long until this first experience. Tom thanked Charles for his courtesy and lift up by his knees.

I think that the internet connection works perfectly, don’t you think so, tommie?” asked Charles.

“Yes, I’m sorry I used this silly trick to make you come in my room.”

“Make me come in your room and cum in your mouth, tommie.”

“Yes,” Tom giggled.

But I can get your computer working better, let me upgrade this software,” Charles said, inserting a USB pen into the laptop and keying for a couple of seconds. “In the meantime, tommie, let me see your nice outfit. Turn around, sweetie. Very good, now bend and sick your ass out, tommie. Very nice slutty ass you have, tommie, “ he concluded, slapping his buttock a few times on both sides, “but I’m sure this is just a beginning, isn’t it, tommie -slut?” And then, after another series of slaps, came Tom’s prompt answer, now repeating his “yes… yes it is. Yes…”

“Ok your computer is fixed now and ready with the upgrade. Enjoy it, sissy-boy,” Charles said while putting back on his trousers. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Tom went directly to his computer to see what kind of upgrade was waiting for his attention.

The following night at 10:00, Tom dialed the reception number.

“Your slutty sissy-girl is ready for you, Master.”

The voice of Charles on the other side made Tom tremble. It took more than an hour to prepare herself. After a perfumed shower, special attention was dedicated to her body hair. Now, her body was smooth and beautiful. Entering the room, Tom noticed immediately a box on the bed, with a message, “for tommie.” She loved be called tommie. With a giggle of surprise, she saw a pair of red stiletto sandals and a wig. She saw herself in the mirror and she found herself to be a stunningly beautiful, white blonde, and so tall and slender on her new shoes. Her eyes caressed once again the softness of her legs covered in the black hose, then her silky, pink panties, and a few seconds more upon her breasts. Her male boxers were useless now but ok to fill the cup of the bra in a generous measure.

She wore a blouse and a miniskirt. She made a mental note to buy some make-up stuff.

At the door someone knocked. She was ready. tommie giggled, noticing a stir inside Charles’s trousers.

“Welcome to my room, Master…”