Celeste and the Hotel Guest John hated these damn seminars. He and Steve generally took turns to attend on behalf of the company, but this one was firmly in his ball park. It was a three day yawn fest on Network Security, and as he was the Network Administrator, he didn't have a leg to stand on. At least the hotel looked reasonable, and as he dragged his case from the cab into the chrome and glass reception his spirits lifted a little. The receptionist was cute with long blonde hair, held in a bun. She smiled at him in a professional manner as she walked back and forth behind the smoked glass reception desk, preparing his electronic room key. John was enjoying the view of her long slim legs when she passed him the key. "Oh. Sorry, I was miles away" he said with a start. She smiled knowingly and turned to deal with the next customer. His room was on the ground floor, not far from reception, so he decided to drop his things and investigate the hotel facilities. As he turned the first corner in the corridor, he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared. There in the middle of the walkway, was a cleaning cart, with the owner leaning precariously over the top of it, attempting to reach an errant toilet roll. She was short with long black hair held in pigtails. Her skirt was short in the extreme, leaving nothing to the imagination, and John could clearly see her black stockings and black fullback panties. As she stood back up, with toilet roll in hand, John could see her pale complexion, which was made paler by the application of black lipstick and mauve eyeshadow. With barely a look in his direction she walked into the room opposite his. He closed his mouth and tried to ignore the bulge in his pants as he entered his room and started packing his things away. Hidden in the bottom of his case, were his prize possessions. A pair of sheer black tights, that he'd bought from a sexy nurse on a web site. They had been worn by her for several days, without panties and smelled divine, but John had decided that tonight, he would enjoy wearing them himself. He looked forward to the smooth warm feel of the nylon against his skin. But that was for later. He placed them in his bedside table and left to explore the hotel. John had bumped into a few old friends while he was roaming around the hotel, and as usual he had ended up in the bar swapping stories. By the time he got back to his room it was gone midnight, and he was very tired. He opened his bedside table and removed the tights, sniffing the crotch and arousing his cock. John undressed and threw his clothes in a heap on the chair then with great care so as not to ladder them, he pulled on his nylon prize. It felt good to have nylon on his legs again, and his cock was already hard and dripping precum by the time he placed his hand on it. It felt warm and hard through the nylon, and the last thing he remembered before dozing off, was the feeling of the tights restraining his cock. John started to open his eyes. There was a flickering light in the room which confused him. He started to roll over, but his arms wouldn't move and they were above his head. Panic started to rise in him, as he realized that his arms and legs had been tied to the bed rendering him helpless. Sitting cross legged in the chair in the corner, with lighted candles all around was the hotel maid he'd seen earlier. She sat watching him. Her face a grim mask of stern fascination. John tried to call out, but found that he had something wedged in his mouth. It was material and it left a strange taste on his tongue. The maid stood and moved her chair to the bottom of the bed, positioning it between Johns legs. For some time she sat just looking at Johns cock, erect and dripping precum in the tights that he still wore. Finally she stood up and slowly walked around the bed until she was standing next to John's head. She bent forward so that she could look him straight in the eyes as she whispered "My name is Celeste. And I love torturing men like you. You are mine". John's blood ran cold, as she clambered onto the bed and sat firmly on his face. Covering his nose with her arse making it impossible for him to breathe with his mouth already gagged. John struggled against his bonds with the sound of her laughter in his ears. His lungs burned for air and he began to feel faint. Celeste lifted herself off of his face just long enough for him to gratefully suck in enough air to clear his head a little. "Don't want you dying on me. Not yet anyway." she whispered, before once again covering his face with her warm nylon covered arse. John had very little time to realize what was happening, when she tensed above him. Suddenly she let loose a warm fart, straight in his face. He had no option but to breathe it in through his nose. The smell was strong and eggy, yet somehow exciting. He felt his cock starting to get harder, and Celeste noticed too. "Oh you like my farts do you ?" she giggled "Then why don't you eat one". With that she pulled the old sanitary pad that she'd used as a gag from his mouth. Deftly she slid her arse over his open mouth, pulling her panties down to her knees, and holding his mouth open with one hand. When it came it was hot on his tongue and the taste was indescribable. "Lick my arse slave" she ordered, and John knew that his only chance to get out of this situation, was to do exactly as she said. John slowly pushed his tongue between Celeste's arse cheeks and licked at the outside of her anus. "Don't be shy" she moaned "push it in. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my arse". With that he felt her nails dig into his balls. "Do it. Now" she ordered. John pushed his tongue harder and harder against her anus, until it yielded to him and he could feel her warm arsehole engulfing his tongue. He pushed as deep as his tongue could go, surprised at how turned on it made him. He was so excited that he missed the telltale grunting noises that Celeste made, as she pushed down above him. Suddenly he felt something soft and bitter on his tongue. He started to pull his tongue out, but Celeste's nails told him that that would be a bad idea. He pushed his tongue deep into her arse once more, sliding deep into the soft bitter material inside. He knew what it was, and he gagged at the thought. "Pull that tongue out again and I will shit in you mouth and make you swallow it" she spat the words with real venom. John lay still. His tongue buried deep in Celeste's arse, while she began to explore his nylon covered cock. First she pulled his foreskin roughly and painfully back as far as it could go, wedging a cock ring hard down his shaft to keep him erect, and the head exposed. Then she slowly ran her nails across the head, watching him twitch under her control. Slowly she eased the nail of her little finger into the eye of his cock, forcing the nylon down inside with her sharp nail. John tried to scream, but in doing so, did the unforgivable act of removing his tongue from her arse. To late he realized his mistake as his mouth was filled with her hot waste. "Better swallow, or you'll suffocate" she said in a matter of fact way, while she continued to push her finger deeper into his cock, showing no mercy, and enjoying his pain. Slowly she started to rub his cock keeping her finger wedged tightly inside. She could feel him getting aroused and feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm. But before he could cum she stopped rubbing and ripped a hole in his tights, big enough to pull his balls through, exposing them. Slowly she started to rub him again, still blocking his cock with her finger. Feeling him shudder beneath her, feeling him swallowing the last of her shit and licking her arse clean. She smiled, and stopped rubbing so that he wouldn't cum. She felt him groan with desire, as she reached for a candle from the bedside and slowly dripped hot wax on his exposed balls. John screamed into her arse cheeks as the hot wax landed on his balls. He could feel her writhing above him as she orgasmed and flooded his chin and neck with her cum. Slowly she started to rub him again, he could feel the cum in his balls making him ache for release. She slid back to allow her cunt to rest on his open mouth, so that he could enjoy her cummy nest as he thought. But before he could start licking her juicy wet lips his mouth was filled with her hot salty piss. He gulped and gulped as she flooded his mouth, rubbing his cock faster and faster all the time. His stomach was filling with her hot piss, as he felt the his cock start to stiffen. He was close to cumming now and still she rubbed his cock. Suddenly his balls emptied their load and he felt it pour into his cock. But Celeste's finger was still blocking any escape for his cum, and the pain of the release was too much to bare. John passed out in agony and ecstasy. When John awoke it was morning. His tights were soaked with the huge load which had seeped out of his cock while he slept. There was no sign of Celeste, or the candles or any evidence that she had ever been in his room. Apart from the taste in his mouth and the fact that he was still bound to the bed. John began to panic. He was supposed to be at the seminar. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Hello. Sir, are you awake ?" it was the blonde receptionist, he recognized the voice. What should he do. Before he could decide he heard the key in the lock. The door opened and the receptionist he had admired the day before walked in. She took in the whole scene in an instant, and without saying a word walked over to the bed. She scooped up some cum from his tights with her index finger and placed it slowly in her mouth before walking to the room phone and dialing reception. "Hi Beryl. The guy in 59 is a bit tied up. Nothing serious, but he wont be able to get to his seminar, let them know will you. I'm going off shift now, see you at 6" she said. With one hand she let her hair fall free from the bun, and it cascaded down to her waist. She placed the do not disturb sign on the room door and locked it from inside before walking towards the bed with an evil grin on her face.