[It’s been a while since I wrote something I was happy enough with, but here’s another instalment of adventures from the hotel I worked at in the late 90s – take a look at my other posts. Names and some other details changed for obvious reasons. I realised that, by coincidence, my stories so far have mostly had the woman taking the lead, so here’s a different one. It’s long, as always, but I promise it does get fun. Feedback always welcome.]
It was a cold weekday night in late January and the hotel was quiet. Only a few guests were in and everyone had gone up to their rooms, so around midnight I decided to close the bar and cash up. In the office, Inga the tall Norwegian was reading through some training materials after a recent promotion to deputy manager. It was her turn to share the night shift, though on quiet nights like this there was no need for two people at all, so I left her to it.
I did the rounds of the empty bar area, collecting a few glasses and filling the dishwasher, put the beer taps in to soak, then flipped the TV onto the 80s music channel as usual before dimming the lights in the public areas. Shut down the till, pulled the money out, counted up, transferred to the reception till. So far, so dull. I poked my head into the office making Inga jump.
“Hey Inga. Didn’t mean to disturb you. Think I might do a floor walk.”
“Sure, Marco. I’m going to head into the manager’s office to do this reading.”
“No problem, I’ll put the card on the counter.” When we left the front desk we used to put a card on it saying we’d be back, in case of late arrivals.
I picked up the master keys and went for a walk around the hotel. The idea was we’d know if there was anyone making noise, but in our hotel we didn’t get many party guests so you were more likely to hear people fucking. None tonight though, and ten minutes later I returned to the office for a coffee. Another few minutes ticked off.
On quiet nights with some of the other girls on the team we would play games, chat about random things. But Inga was a little older, and when she was at work and not powered by vodka, quite reserved. And in any case she was in the other office, tucked away around the back. My mind drifted to how she’d rubbed herself against my leg in the club on our work night out, and how she pulled my hand between her legs to feel her smooth wet pussy… she’d been quiet with me since, but what goes on tour stays on tour.
Deciding to do a stock check in the bar storeroom to keep active, I picked up a check sheet and headed back there. Ticking off a couple of bottles of port… a brandy… four bottles of vodka… two Bacardi… two slabs of lager and three of cider for the vending machine… a box of sachets of salted peanuts… and so on. I headed for the manager’s office to grab an order form for some missing items. As I reached the door however, I heard voices from inside.
Through a glass panel, I could see Inga sitting in the manager’s chair facing back towards the door, but not looking at me. In the dim light I could see she was leaning back with her legs spread, her left foot on the edge of the desk and most surprisingly, her right hand reaching between her legs to touch herself, lit by the flickering of the TV screen to her right that was used to check the CCTV tapes. In my surprise, I dropped the pen I was carrying.
From the other side of the door, Inga squealed, took her foot off the desk, hurriedly covered the TV screen and pulled her blue uniform pencil skirt down.
“Marco! What are you doing?” She called. I took that as a cue to open the door and leaned against the frame.
“Just wanted to grab a drinks order form. What were you doing?”
“I… er… checking the videos. The… new room films. For next month.”
We had an old system that provided pay per view videos to the rooms – some family films but also some porn, or at least what passed for porn in the 90s. It all ran from VHS tapes, which came in plain white boxes.
Like the open box I now noticed sitting on the desk, its front facing me.
On each box the title was written in large clear letters.
This one said simply “Submissive Babes”.
I looked at Inga. She looked back, her eyes wide.
“Shut the door?” she suggested, so I quietly did so, before reaching over the desk and removing the folder she’d placed in front of the TV screen. On it, a paused image showed a slim blonde kneeling in front of a man, naked except for white bra and panties. The man was clothed in suit trousers, shirt and tie, the trousers open at the waist, and he was holding his erect cock above her face.
“Inga… I want you to carry on what you were doing.”
“Marco… I…”
“Look at the video. Were you imagining you were her?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Play the tape. Put your foot up on the desk again and carry on.”
On the screen, the girl held her long blonde hair back with her hands, looking up while the man stroked his cock slowly. After a few moments, Inga leaned back again, her eyes meeting mine as her long fingers resumed their place between her legs before her attention returned to the screen. The man held the side of the girl’s head, guided his cock towards her mouth, and we both watched as she started sucking and licking his large member. Slowly, firmly, maintaining eye contact with him all the while.
“Inga, I’d like you to face me. Keep watching the video.”
With a sparkle in her eyes she swivelled the chair around and shifted position. Soon, she hitched her skirt up to her waist, allowing me to see a glimpse of her black lace underwear, pulled slightly to one side to give her fingers access. Licking her lips, her left hand plucked at her nipple and then unbuttoned some of her top: a matching black bra was holding her small tits in place but her hardening nipples showed through the soft material.
The girl on screen, still kneeling, moved back and started pumping the guy’s cock with her hands.
“Do you like what she’s doing, Inga?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.” She replied, breathing a little heavily. Her fingers matched the rhythm on screen, increasing in pace, her cheeks starting to flush pink with arousal.
Meanwhile, my own cock was straining against my boxers, and my patience ran out.
“Pause the video, Inga.”
“No… I…”
“Pause it.”
Inga sighed but pressed the button, and I walked around the desk and lifted her right hand, tasting her juices from her fingers.
“Very nice. Now, get on your knees for me.”
She looked up, checking I was serious, but as I nodded she realised what I was asking, moved the chair back from the desk and got on her knees, looking up expectantly.
I unbuttoned the waistband of the cheap polyester trousers they gave us as a uniform, and eased my boxers down a little so my cock bounced free. Not quite as long as the actor’s but six inches and decently wide. Stroking it slowly, as the guy in the video had done, I enjoyed the view down Inga’s shirt and her brown eyes looking up at me. Her hair hung down her back in a tight plait, leaving her hands free.
“You can keep touching yourself.” She didn’t need more encouragement, and her hand reached back under her skirt.
“Do you remember feeling this cock against you before, Inga?”
“Yes, Marco” she murmured.
“Did you want to see it?”
“Yes, Marco. I… wanted it in my mouth.”
“Very good.”
As we had seen on screen, I eased it towards her face. After taking a deep breath, she wrapped her tongue around its mushroom shaped head, coating it in her saliva and bobbing her head back and forward, her bright red lipstick surrounding my shaft while looking up at me.
“That’s very good, Inga. You look so good sucking on my cock. Are you enjoying it?”
Pausing, she nodded. “I’m here to serve you…sir.”
“Carry on. I want to see how much of my cock you can fit in your pretty mouth.”
Inga’s technique was impressive. She built up a swift rhythm of sucking and licking, soaking my throbbing cock with her saliva while rubbing her own pussy with her fingers. She kept it up for several minutes before I could feel her breathing getting heavier as she got closer to coming. I eased back out of her mouth.
“Sit on the desk for me. Take off your skirt.”
Inga hurried to obey, as I sat down in the manager’s chair, stroking my fully engorged cock, now dripping with her saliva.
“Now I want you to come for me. Look into my eyes, and come for me when I tell you.”
Inga stared intensely into my eyes, rubbing her clit in little circles and occasionally dipping a finger into her soaking wet pussy. From this angle I could see her bald pussy and how wet she was – from the thrill of doing this at work, excitement of being under my instructions – and before long her legs twitching, and her short shallow gasps gave away how close she was to release. I sat up, inches from her pussy on the edge of the desk.
“Come for me now.” I murmured softly.
“OOoooohhhhhh!” She almost squealed, as she slipped over the edge of her orgasm, her legs tensing and releasing as she lay back on the desk, holding her pussy with a finger resting inside. I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, lifting her hand to my mouth once more to taste her, then stood up.
“On your knees again please Inga, and remove your shirt.” Almost delirious, she obeyed without question.
To one side, the screen was still paused on the girl holding the guy’s cock, mid-pump.
“Look at the screen, Inga. What do you think happens next?”
“I… ah, I think she makes him come.”
“I agree. Where do you think he comes?”
“Wherever he chooses, sir.”
“Very good, Inga. I would choose to come over her pretty little tits, I think.”
“I want you to come over my tits, Marco.”
“Then you know what to do.”
Inga quickly removed her bra, revealing the white skin of her A-cups, though they hardly changed shape. In the dim light her skin looked especially pale, her light pink nipples barely visible except by the slight shadows they cast as she rolled them between her fingers and went to work again on my cock, looking up at me. Wrapping my cock head in her tongue, sometimes holding my balls in one hand, then grasping the base of my shaft, it wasn’t long before I was unable to resist. Feeling the moment getting near, she gave the tip of my cock one final swirl of her tongue and leaned back slightly, clad only in her black lace thong, waiting. I could see her eyes sparkling again.
“Please give me your cum, sir. I have been good.” Her hands caressed my cock slowly as she purred the words.
“You have, Inga. I’m coming now.”
As I replied, a first long rope of cum leapt out and landed on her cheek, followed by others which she steered onto each of her small tits in turn. She scooped up a large blob of it with a finger, dropping it onto her outstretched tongue and sighing in satisfaction as she swallowed. I sat down once again in the chair, my knees a little shaky.
“Inga, clean the rest of my cum off my cock please.”
Obediently, she knelt and using her tongue carefully licked up and swallowed all she could find, then rubbed the remains of the splashes on her chest into her skin, her hands smoothing it into the pale skin of her A-cups. I stood and helped her back to her feet, picking her discarded bra up from the desk and handing it to her.
“Thank you… sir.”
“Thank you, Inga. I look forward to our next shift together. But now we should get back to work.”
“Yes sir.”
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