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   Yvette had watched the tourist for two weeks while he stayed in the
hotel.  Every day she went it to his room, dusted down the suite of rooms
the lone northern gentleman had hired.  She picked up his wet towels that
he left all over the floor, changed his stained sheets every day without
grumbling, knowing at the end of his stay he would leave a generous tip. 
Departure day came.  Yvette went into his room with a faint tingle, the wet
towels were strewn across the floor as usual.  She skipped lazily across to
the bed.  As expected the sheets were thrown back.  Something strange lay
across them, strings of long clear goo.  Stretching a finger she picked up
some and sniffed, the scent was familiar.  Without thinking she extended
the tip of her tongue and tasted, Slightly salty, but no aftertaste.  She
sucked her finger clean.  At least she knew what the daily stains were now.
Stripping the bed down to the rubber safety sheets underneath she left the
bedding in a pile on the floor.  As she moved across to the table picking
up towels as she went, she looked down to the disk and gasped... empty! 
She dropped the towels in shock!  The bastard had stiffed her.  He had
waited on him like a slave for two weeks and he hadn't even left a thank
you!  She felt herself getting madder and madder.  She quickly walked into
the bathroom to check the damage.  As she walked into the white room, she
noticed something small and black in the corner, as she moved towards it
she heard the door go.  A loud male voice was speaking "So my meeting today
is cancelled?  Bugger.  Ok Well that's my day free.  Now I just need to
find my bloody suitcase." It was the hotel guest Yvette realised with a
start.  As she peered round the corner she saw him throw his mobile on the
desk, and his suit jacket over the chair in disgust.  He started picking
stuff off the floor and mumbling to himself.  Yvette could make out the
tanned muscles from underneath his ironed white shirt.  Anger and lust
fuelled a plan forming in her head.  She reached down and picked up one of
the short brushes of her cleaning trolley.  Sneaking over behind him she
slammed it hard into his back.  "don't move fucker!  This is a gun put your
arms up and lie down on the bed." Shaking, the tall man raised his arms in
the air.  Yvette marvelled at his muscle tone again and pushed him over
towards the bed till he was lying face down.  Grabbing a discarded pillow
case she pulled it over his head.  Slapping him over the head "strip" she
orders.  With shaking hands he rolls over and slides his tie off, undoes
his shirt and slides it off.  Unbuckling his belt he slides his pants down,
she slaps him again.  "boxers as well" as he slid them down she got a good
look at his package, he had a reasonable sized cock by the looks of it. 
That would be getting some action today.  She reached down pulled his shoes
off and his trousers over his feet, and lastly his socks.  Grabbing a sheet
she tied each arm to the bed post followed by his feet.  Smiling down at
him, he was truly at her mercy.  Licking a finger she slid it down his
cock. Despite his fear it sprang to life, she moved her hand back and forth
playing with him while deciding what to do.  Going to her trolley she got
her feather duster, starting at his shoulders she tickled and traced his
muscles round and down.  Pausing at his cock which twitched as she spent a
long time sliding up one side and down the other pushing it between his
legs so it caught both his balls and arse.  My turn for a bit of fun she
thought, and pulled up her short shirt over her stockings and took down her
wet lace knickers.  She stood on the bed astride him, pulled his pillow
from over his mouth and lowered her pussy onto him.  "lick me" she barked.
Slowly at first he started lapping, she had to help by reaching between and
parting her lips, but soon he got into a rythem and was hitting her clit at
just the right spot.  To keep him... entertained she tickled his cock every
now and again with the duster.  She could feel her orgasm approaching and
pressed down harder, her breathing became erratic and she rubbed herself
against his face to make it quicken.  With a cry her orgasm hit, her
copious juices flowed into his mouth, he started coughing and gagging, see
how you like it she thought.  Jumping down the bed till she was next to his
cock she gave his balls a little squeeze just to let him know she was
there, then she had an idea... Going to her purse she pulled out her
portable boyfriend.  6 inches long, knobbles and very wide.  It was
described in the catalogue as "The Punisher." She used it when she needed a
lift in her day.  Grabbing her knickers she wiped her cum from his face and
neck, and as he was saying thank you stuffed them into his mouth.  Sliding
down the bed she blew gently on his balls and cock enjoying watching it
twitch.  Licking her lips she slid the first part into her mouth and sucked
gently, he groaned out loud.  "No pleasure without pain" she told him and
forcefully shoved a finger up his arse.  He jerked on the bed and cried
out. Leaving the finger in she sucked his tip again, this time licking as
well gently, as she pulled away, she started sliding the punisher up and
down his chest, over his cock, then balls, and between his thighs. 
Guessing something was up he started straining at the bonds.  "Real men
don't need lube" and pushed as hard as she could.  Even with her full
strength she could not manage more than an inch or two.  The lace gag did
not manage to deaden out all this screams.  She leant over and licked his
cock from top to bottom, soaking it with her saliva.  Taking the end in her
mouth she slid down, relaxing her muscles as she went taking it all in till
her nose was next to his pubic hair.  Taking the large dildo she slid it
out slightly, then rammed it back in, hard, moving her head up and down his
cock in time with the pounding of the plastic invader.  As she felt his
balls tighten she pulled of and grasped the base of his cock, squeezing
hard.  "No cumming for you yet!!".  Swinging one leg over so she was facing
his feet she lifted her knees and slid down over his hard cock.  She gasped
as it filled her.  By just flexing her thing muscles she was able to slide
up and down, his cock rubbing in just the right places, and for extra
pleasure she twisted and turned the knobbled beast sticking out his arse
and she pleasured herself.  As she got closer she slid one hand under her
work pinny and twisted her nipples, pulling on the piercing, the other hand
fingering her puckered arsehole.  She wondered if that cute porter from the
kitchen would come up later and take her up the arse while she rode her
captive.  Such sensory overload was too much and she cum hard and fast. 
Riding him her spasming pussy accepted the bucket loads of cum he deposited
in her.  Pulling her knickers from his mouth the ordered him to lick her
clean.  His lapping tongue licking the combined juices out of her pussy
gave her a mini cum, releasing more fruits of there joining onto his face.
Getting up she adjusted herself.  She checked the roster, this room was not
to be occupied all weekend.  She made up her mind.  Wiping his face down
she replaced her knickers in his mouth.  Checking the dildo was secure
inside him, she turned the vibrate on low.  Ignoring his groans, she
smoothed her outfit out and packed her trolley, she had another 30 rooms to
do today yet!