I had been driving since two in the morning and just wanted to get some sleep. I stopped in Crossville, Tennessee to find a hotel room. No reservations, and there was a naturists' convention in town, so every hotel was booked to capacity. If the President of the United States had come to visit, he would not have been able to get a room. So, what chance did I have?
The concierge at this -- the very last -- hotel started to make excuses as I leaned into him and placed my hard nipples against his shirt. "I'm very, very sorry, Madam. I simply have no available accommodations for you." He looked down and into my low-cut sweater, barely looking into my eyes. My titties are so big and the yarn was tightly stretched, pulling at the strings which connected the left and right sides. But still, he could see and breathe into these titties that yearned for a man's lips. I pushed my nipples against him again, and I placed my hand on his swelling cock.
"Uh, ahem." Sweat beads gathered on his brow. "Please, Madam. Allow me to steer you toward our hotel lounge. You will be more comfortable there. I know you are very tired. I will place your baggage in my office and guard it with my life while I try to find you a room in town.
He walked me into the dimly lit lounge and seated me at a table. He motioned to the bartender. "Roger, please get Miss..." and I saw him glance down at the name sewn onto the front of my sweater, "...uh, Miss Girlie Girl a glass of your finest wine. On my tab."
I sat in the cool darkness of the room, and propped my feet up on the opposite half of the booth. Even though the hotel was booked, no one else had yet arrived, and I was the only customer in the lounge. Roger walked to my table with the glass of wine. As he approached, he met my eyes first, and nodded, then dropped his eyes to my titties and smiled. I watched him as he looked at my very short skirt, long legs, and then my resting feet.
"Madam, if I may be so bold," he said, placing my wine on the table. He lifted my feet and sat across from me. I thought he was upset that my feet were on the booth bench, but he dropped my feet into his lap, removed my shoes, and proceeded to rub my toes. Oh, he had great hands! My nipples got hard and poked even further through my tight sweater. Even in the dim light, with a candle burning at my table, he did not miss the nipples. He spoke to me, only occasionally looking into my eyes, but staring at my luscious titties.
"Soon we will be very busy, Miss Girlie Girl, and I will have difficulty giving you personal and private attention. So I beg of you to allow me this time with you, to enjoy your essence -- and, if you do not mind, to spoil you a little."
"No! I do not mind at all," I said. And, since my back was to the door and only Roger could see my front, I tugged at the strings on the front of my sweater, letting it fall open to reveal my huge titties perched in a lovely open-nipple bra, much to his delight. I twirled my fingers around my nipples to keep them erect for his full view.
"Would you mind?" and he pointed to my left side, in the center of the booth.
"Oh, of course. Please!" And just that quickly, Roger scooted around the table and sat next to me, playing with my titties. His hands were like velvet; his touch was light as a feather. And his lips!! Oh, my God! His lips sucked and kissed like the best of them. I felt the wetness ooze from my cunt and hoped he had time to fuck me before the other hotel guests arrived.
And while I was hoping, his fingers slid into my panties, and Roger began teasing my clit. I spread my legs for him, for greater access, and he finger-fucked my cunt -- drawing his fingers out every now and then, to hungrily suck the juices from my cunt. "Oh, Girlie Girl! You are magnificent! Your pussy is ambrosia! Please touch my cock. Please tell me you want me to fuck you! Please..."
"Roger!"
We were both so caught up in this mini orgy that we did not hear the concierge come into the lounge. He looked at my titties: open, inviting, begging to be sucked. "Please don't stop him! Not now!" I begged. He walked away from our table...and the doors to the lounge closed. I heard a "click". The concierge had locked us in! I started to relax, thinking we had been left alone, when there he was again, at the table.
"I want to play with your beautiful titties, too, Girlie Girl! May I suck from this side?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! Please!"
"I am Eduardo," the concierge said to me. "I am Eduardo, your slave, Girlie Girl. You have the most incredibly beautiful titties I have ever seen!" He held my right tittie in his long fingers, raised it up to his lips and began to softly kiss and suck. "Oh, to have you in my bed would be Heaven's delight!"
