CHECKING IN . . .

 

 

 

At the Bar a Week Later . . .

 

"We're sorry Sir, but the previous Guest hasn't Officially Checked out yet, so we've not been able to clean and prep your Room." Work Sucked, needed to drop off my crap so I could get back out on the Town to choose which two chicks were going to be part of tonight's threesome!

 

"Listen . . . Robert is it? Just give me the Key Card, Check me in . . . and no matter what I find . . . you, Robert, will get to keep your job another Day." Giving me the Key Card, Robert says, "Yes Sir, and Thank You Sir! May your Stay be Five Stars All the Way!"

 

"The door to my room swings closed, but I leave it unlocked . . . a random Maid looking for my Hard Cock is always Welcome to walk on in . . . I'm here to serve . . ." George, at the end of the bar, curious as always asks, "What if someone comes in to rob you?"

 

"George, thought you'd remember, these hands are licensed as lethal weapons . . . I'd be fine. Anyways, you broke in again just before the best part . . . so shut the fuck up for a few minutes . . ."

 

"Tossing my Suitcase down, I look up to see a Sexy as Hell, blonde in nothing but black silk pushup bra and panties! Blindfolded, Ball Gagged, with a little spiked collar and Handcuffs behind her back!"

 

"She was standing there right in the entrance, and with just her sense of smell, she moved towards my musk until her breasts were pushing against my naked chest as she began to breathe even harder . . ."

 

George asks, "Didn't you still have a shirt on?" Ruining the cadence of my story once again, "George, I was never even wearing a shirt! I said nothing about a shirt in this story!" He asks, "They let you in the Lobby like that? With no shirt on? That's Amazing! . . . Not very sanitary though . . ."

 

"God Dammit George! There's a random Hot and Sexy Blonde in nothing but her Underwear! Blindfolded! Gagged! Handcuffed and pushing her Breasts Up Against Me! . . . A Stranger who just walked in that she Can't Even See!"

 

George, getting back on track, "Oh, yeah, forgot about her . . . so, didja fuck her then?" Doing my best to ignore George's constant interruptions, I continue my Story for the others at the Bar, listening intently and on the edges of their stools . . .

 

"Just in case George didn't give it away already . . . you bet I fucked her! All Night Long! From the moment she firmly wrapped her one leg around me in the entrance and started to grind her already wet crotch against me . . . it became an all on fuck session that never stopped . . ."

 

CHECKING IN . . .

 

 

 

What Really Happened . . .

 

"We're sorry Sir, but the previous Guest hasn't Officially Checked out yet, so we've not been able to clean and prep your Room." After one of the roughest weeks yet, I just couldn't take any more. I just wanted to sleep. My God I needed to Sleep!

 

"Listen . . . Robert is it? The Room has two beds, right?" He replies, "Yes Sir, its Robert, and yes Sir, two King Size beds." Good. "So I'm going to save both of us some time as long as you don't mind . . . I'll just use which ever bed the previous Guest didn't. There's always extra towels, so I'm fine there also . . ."