Boutique Hotel
Chapter 5
Leaving Steve with our future bed partners to settle on details, I greeted the hotel guest that had decided he wanted me again instead of Steve. He apologized for being late (it was nearly 9:30).
"The business meeting went into overtime and they had dinner brought in. Will you be available to service me at your usual time," he asked.
"Yes, the other diners are nearly finished, so I'll be able to leave a little early and clean up before we spend some time together," I leered.
"You're still negative, right?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. I really need to get bred."
"Only if you don't nutt too quickly," I reminded him. The guy turned several shades of pink, remembering the multiple times that I'd pumped his ass and he shot his load before I nutted inside him. He'd been sucked off by someone on two occasions before I fucked him and that got him bred by me. However, as tented as his pants were, I had to assume that this would be another time when he nutted and I just pounded his ass. That wasn't so bad, I decided. It gave me more cream to pump into our two, new friends that were still talking animatedly with Steve.
"I'll do my best to hold out," he replied. "But, even if I don't stroke my dick, you still know how to fuck the nutt right outta me!"
"I'll go gently on you," I smiled. "Still want it bare, right?" He nodded and grinned broadly. "Clean up and out and I'll fill you up," I promised. "Leave your door cracked open." He nodded agreement again. "I'm really looking forward to this," I assured him. "You have a great ass that needs a big dick like mine."
"That's the main reason I come to this hotel," he added. "I love your huge dick. It's the biggest one that's ever fucked me and I love your big loads."
"Steve pumps out big loads, too. And his dick is thicker than mine," I reminded him.
"But, not longer," my guest countered. "I need a big dick to dig deep and plant seed even deeper!"
"I'll try to make sure that happens," I smiled. He left the dining room and headed upstairs to his accommodations, his hard dick leading the way. He was definitely gonna nutt within a minute of my dick sliding up his well-used asshole.
Steve rose from the table where our two fuck buddies were having dinner. He told me that he'd meet me back at the penthouse apartment. They stood a moment later and headed out the door. I cleaned up the table, straightened the chairs and looked around. With no other diners in the room, I began setting up for breakfast. That task accomplished quickly, I glanced at the clock. It was 10:00 p.m. sharp. That gave me time to shower and head down to my appointment with the guy I knew would nutt before I pumped my load into him. Steve wanted me to fuck him first before I left for that appointment, but, I had to reluctantly decline.
My frequent fuck was waiting for me with his door ajar, and he didn't contradict my summary of his ability to hold out. I ate his ass out, lubed him up, and slid slowly up his welcoming hole. I long-dicked him for less than a minute, before he sprayed his load all over the sheets. Not wanting any more action from me after cumming, he apologized, pulled away and I left.
Back in the apartment, I showered quickly while Steve told me about what our new fuck friends needed. They'd told Steve that they'd been friends for several years, but could never be boyfriends because both of them were hungry bottoms. And they expected both of us to breed them with a load from each of us. More would be better, they hoped.
"I think they'll get one from each of us, but I'm saving the rest for you," I grinned, patting his round, hard ass. "No one makes me wanna fuck more than you do. Just a glance at that perfect ass and I get hard. Besides, I love to breed you and then eat my load out. You've made me into a total pig about that."
"I doubt that. You've loved felching for a lot longer than I've known you," Steve grinned.
"Well, that's true, but you're the first guy who consistently wants his hole eaten after getting a raw load and is as much into eating a well-bred ass as I am," I insisted.
"Especially, your ass," Steve laughed. "There's something about your black ass that needs a good eating after I've bred it. It's like my climax isn't finished until I eat you out and get some of my load back."
"And you have that amazingly hard bubble butt that I can't resist. Every time I fuck you, I gotta get my face between those delicious cheeks and work my tongue in deep, before, during, and after a good fuck. You always taste so good with my nutt inside."
"Before this gets out of hand and I beg you to fuck me, again, we need to get downstairs and service your guests," Steve sighed.
I kissed him. "You're right, of course," I acquiesced. "But, I don't like putting off our time fucking each other."
"Then, let's make the loads pumped into these guys quickies," Steve suggested.
"A good eat after a deeply pumped load will do it for me," I noted.
"It does me a lot of good as well," Steve agreed.
"I've noticed," I said, kissing him again. "Let's motor!"
We took the elevator to the third floor. The door on the left was ajar. I could see our quarry through the space between the door and frame. They were on the bed, on all fours, facing us. "I think they want to blow us first," Steve observed. I nodded, agreeing with his assessment.
In the room, we walked up to our benefactors and plugged in. Their tongues whipped around our dicks and tried very hard to take us completely. Both failed. Acknowledging their defeat, they turned around and presented their eager butts. Steve and I dropped to the floor onto our knees and began eating out butt. I tasted some kind of mint and soap. Good. They'd done as Steve instructed them.
Only seconds later, my dick was sending me warning signals. I stood behind the shorter guy and pushed gently against his eager hole. Slipping inside without much resistance, I glanced over at Steve. He was on his feet and was only as deep as the big head of his dick. The very thick shaft was still outside. "Let me know if I'm hurting you," Steve told the guy. "I'm very thick and a lot of men can't take me without a lot of lube." The guy handed Steve a squirt bottle of lube and I had to smile. I'm pleased to see that I'm not the only one who has trouble with Steve's monster.
Steve handed the lube to me and I applied some to my dick. I slid in much easier now. The short guy was moaning with pleasure as I hit bottom. With a slow pace, I made sure that my fat dickhead hit his prostate hard going in and coming out. He wanted to stroke his hard dick as I plundered his ass, but he resisted with shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.
I increased my speed to match Steve's. If we didn't nutt soon, they'd spray their loads into the sheets and they'd be finished for the evening. That wasn't a bad thing, in my opinion. However, it was too late to think about that now. Steve was making a lot of near climax noises. I raced to catch up with him.
Steve's climax hit him hard, blasting his load deep as his dick buried itself completely in the taller man's sweet hole. The guy he was fucking bellowed with pleasure as he felt the jizz rocket up his love tunnel. I was about 15 seconds behind, copying Steve's deep plundering. My recipient squealed with delight as I bred him with several streams of warm, baby gravy.
We continued fucking our sperm-hungry partners. The ass I was pumping was chewing on my dick, trying to extract as much of my seed as I'd give him. Steve's blissful countenance suggested he was getting the same treatment.
More minutes of fucking elapsed before we pulled out. "Yeah, that was good," Steve sighed. "Sweet ass, Man!" he added, patting his new partner's ass. "But, you need to be prepared for what JR is going to do to you." With that pronouncement, Steve fell to his knees and began eating out the well-bred hole he'd just vacated.
I pushed him aside, and said, "Swap! I need to taste your nutt and his ass before I fuck him." Steve smiled and we traded places. Steve's nutt and the guy's ass were everything I'd hoped for. Delicious, spermy cream with a hint of mint and soap I decided. My dick was already recovering, but I knew Steve would take a little more time. Not one to pass up a chance to felch out a delicious ass, I spend several more minutes enjoying Steve's bounty.
Finally, Steve nodded and stood up. However, our new friends decided that a change of position was in order. "We're gonna 69 while you fuck us," the shorter one directed. They got into position and started sucking each other's dick. As I'm taller, I decided that I'd stand on the floor and fuck the guy that Steve had just finished. Steve got on the bed behind the shorter guy.
"Do you need more lube?" he asked of his new partner.
"With the spit and nutt from JR, I think I'm good," he replied.
"If you change your mind, just let me know," Steve suggested.
I had already slipped more than half of my dick up the taller one's hole, when Steve began mounting his new bottom friend. Without skipping a beat, both of us were balls deep. Sighing with pleasure, four men began another round of hot sex. Groans and moans of pleasure permeated the atmosphere in the room.
We leaned over our conquests and kissed. When the kiss was broken, Steve mouthed, "Fuck me!" I nodded his request and mouthed back the same message to him. Again, we leaned forward and kissed. The two bottoms worked their ass muscles to get us off, again. We loved how good they were at taking big dicks.
"Ready?" Steve mouthed. I grinned and nodded. I wasn't very close, but I could get there in a hurry. Steve started banging his bottom friend with a vengeance. I copied his actions and went hard for my climax. My pleasure mounted as I got closer and closer to what I loved: a big climax in a bare, eager manhole. With a strangled cry from Steve, I knew he'd hit his second climax. This time, I was only five seconds behind.
We fucked hard and rapidly. I felt the guy's ass that I was pounding convulse with rapid squeezes. That was a sure sign that he was nutting, too. I heard one of them gargle several squirts of nutt and then the other bottom did the same a few seconds later. I don't know if we fucked the nutt out of them or they were good cocksuckers. To me, it didn't matter. Everyone got off, so it was a good session.
"Thanks for the fuck," Steve smiled as he pulled out. He grabbed his shorts and headed for the door. I quickly followed suit. At the elevator, Steve whispered, "As nice as they were as hungry bottoms, you're MUCH better," he punctuated with a kiss. "I need your dick in my ass as soon as you can recover!" he added, squeezing my semi-hard dick.
In my apartment, we stripped off the few clothes we had on and headed for the shower. We soaped and rubbed each other, working up stiff dicks in no time at all. Steve turned and bent over. "You promised you'd fuck me," he grinned over his shoulder. I grabbed the lube from the shower caddy and slipped a couple of lubed fingers up his manhole. Not nearly as ready to burst as I usually am, I was able to stroke my hard dick with the left-over lube.
Insertion was slow and easy. I wanted to delay my climax as long as possible. Fucking this incredible ass before me was something I've wanted to do since I'd met him. Usually, I was too close to the edge when I started fucking him, so I never had a chance to really fuck him. Anyway, that was the plan.
"Load my ass, Baby," Steve moaned. "I love that horse dick in my ass, but I need a good breeding after sharing you with three other men." His ass was working overtime to get my nutt. I couldn't resist, but I could delay. I pulled out, but Steve grabbed my hard dick and backed on to me again. Once more, I tried that tactic, but with the same results. And, truthfully, it only got me closer to my climax. There was no holding back, now!
"Fuck, Steve!" I groaned. "Will I ever be able to fuck you without nutting almost immediately?"
"Maybe. But, not today!" His ass worked and worked on my stiff appendage. In a matter of seconds, I was over the brink and falling into a shattering climax abyss. It was wonderful! I came harder and with more volume that I had with all three of this evening's other trysts. Only the ones that I had with Steve earlier in the evening came even close.
When my climax abated, I was leaning over Steve's back, trying to recover my strength. A moment or so later, I knelt behind him to felch his hole. But, Steve pulled away and forced me to stand up. "We need to be in bed when I sit on your face and clean your dick," he pronounced as he turned off the shower. He passed me a towel and we dried quickly.
I got on my back on the bed and pulled him toward me. He squatted over my face and I guided his ass to my face. My tongue quickly found his cum-leaking hole and moaned with pleasure (as did he). I could eat his ass for hours. It's so perfect in every way that counts.
Steve leaned over and sucked my dick, removing the last vestiges of my load that the shower hadn't rinsed away. Seconds later, he grabbed my legs and pulled the calves under his arms, raising my ass up to meet his tongue. I knew where this was headed and I was more than eager to accommodate that thick, Italian donkey dick where it would do both of us the most good.
As much as I wanted to felch out his perfect ass for the next few hours, I needed his thick baby-maker deep in my ass. Recognizing that need, I pushed his ass away just far enough to shove his dick in my mouth and get it wet enough to fuck me. Steve seemed to be in no hurry to fuck me, enjoying munching on my asshole. I had to assume that he was enjoying the last load he'd shot up there late in the afternoon. I couldn't fault him for that, but I did need to get fucked and he was delaying satisfying my need.
Finally, I couldn't hold out any longer. I pushed him off me and pulled my knees into my chest. My needy hole winked at him, begging for a deep load. Steve smiled and agreed that my need to get bred was agreeing with his need to breed me. After all, he did agree that I needed to get fucked when we were with the well-bred couple on the third floor.
I handed him the lube from the side table. He applied some to my hole and a modest amount to his hard dick. With very minor discomfort on my part, Steve slowly descended into my depths. The sheer volume of that monster always surprised me. But, I loved it, nonetheless. He leaned forward and kissed me. I briefly thought of changing positions for the sake of variety, but quickly decided that I loved his big dick up my butt while being kissed. His slow pace made me want him more and more. For me, it was all about getting fucked. Getting bred was the wonderful result of getting fucked. He could take all the time he needed to pump another load into me. This is what I was missing in my life. A real man who knows how to fuck my black ass and give me a creamy load of dick gravy planted deep.
"I love this," I swooned when he briefly broke the kiss. "I could bottom for you all night."
"Not a chance of that happening," he countered. "I need a thick, 10" dick deep in my ass as often as you can get it hard. You pump out more jizz than I've ever experienced in my life in a single load. Besides, I love sitting on your face afterwards."
I kissed him again after I smiled. He sure knows how to ring my chimes with his praise. With my hands on his ass, I urged him to go faster and harder. He marginally complied. I switched to playing with one of his nipples with one hand and urging his ass to go faster with the other. I went back and forth on his nipples. That seemed to do the trick. His pace increased and his moans were louder.
I felt his dick jerk in my ass as he tried to postpone the inevitable. "Fill me up with your sweet cream," I begged. "I need it!" His hips crashed hard into my ass and he held me tightly against him.
"I'm cumming!" he shouted. But, I already knew that. His dick had started jerking in rapid fashion, spraying his creamy man-juice into me. Because he was holding me tightly against his crotch, his sperm were jetting deeply into me. I held on to his ass to make sure that he shot deep. As his climax abated, his fucking motions started again. He was pounding my ass hard, trying to get every drop as far inside me as was humanly possible. I cooperated as best I could, holding him tightly against my spread hole. When Steve nutted, his dick swelled, making it even thicker than before. I loved it.
I was delighted that when his climax and his shuddering body stopped quaking, he didn't pull out. Of course, as hard as I was holding him against me, it would have been difficult anyway. He leaned down and kissed me again. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. You really know how to take me," Steve praised. "I'm so glad that you like to get fucked as much as I do and yet still love to pound my hole."
"No one inspires me as much as you do, Steve," I smiled up at him. "You're the complete package that makes my dick hard and my ass pucker."
He kissed me again and then withdrew. Nearly exhausted from our gymnastics, he flopped on to the bed beside me. I rolled into him and kissed him again. "You're the best," Steve whispered. After another kiss he said, "And you can prove that by sitting on my face, again." I laughed at him, but complied. After I cleaned off his cummy dick and he felched my ass for at least five minutes, he moved beside me again. "I love doing that," he sighed. "My brothers have never showed me the good time that you always do, whether I'm top or bottom."
"And speaking of your brothers, have you asked them about tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, I called them right after I had dinner in your restaurant," he replied. "They were going to discuss it with their families, but neither one thought it would be a problem. By the way, when did you have dinner?"
"I always eat in the kitchen between serving customers. It's never a problem," I said.
"Good. I didn't want you to starve, just so we could fuck."
"I'd gladly do that, just to get another shot at that perfect ass of yours."
Steve turned over and pushed his ass against my crotch. "No time like the present," he smiled over his shoulder. As I pushed my hard dick up his ass again, he pulled me with him as he rolled on to his stomach. I made sure that I was high up his ass as my dick descended slowly into him. No additional lube was required. Pulling myself up to fuck straight down into him, I began a slow fuck. He moaned with each thrust and begged me to load him up again.
I whispered in his ear, "You're the best fuck I've ever experience," I moaned. "No one else comes even close." I punctuated my words by grinding my long, thick dick as deeply as I could go. He raised his ass to meet my slow plunges and squeezed my dick each time I started to withdraw. We kept the pace leisurely, not wanting to rush the delicious climax that was building in my heavily loaded balls.
"I never knew getting fucked could be so good," Steve sighed. "No one's as good as you. Fuck me, JR. I love your monster working my ass. You're the best! Keep it up, Man!" I long-dicked his ass as he met every thrust. His hole clenched around my thick shaft, giving my dick an excellent massage.
"Your ass sure loves my dick," I whispered in his ear. "And my dick loves it."
"You can fuck me all night, JR," Steve moaned. "Just nutt in my butt a few times to keep it well lubed."
I had to laugh at his eagerness. "As good as that sounds," I replied, "I need that thick, Italian donkey dick up my butt, too. And that includes a big load pumped as deep in my ass as you can shoot it."
We fucked and felched for the next two hours. Steve did a great job of keeping up with my need to breed as well as get bred. We are delightfully matched sexually.
I was awakened at 6 a.m. by a thick dick between my cakes, trying to get in my manhole. I relaxed and let him enter. He moaned with pleasure as several inches slipped into me. I pressed back into him, letting him know that I was awake and eager to pleasure his thick, Italian dick. He nuzzled my neck and said, "Sorry that I woke you, Baby, but I really needed some ass," he whispered. "I hope you aren't angry with me."
"I'm never angry about getting your dick up my hole," I assured him. "Any time you need to breed my butt, you just take the initiative and fill me up."
"You sure you don't mind?" he wondered.
"This is the time I usually wake up," I commented. "And this is much better than an alarm," I added as I squeezed his Italian sausage with my butt muscles. "I love it when you take charge of my ass."
"I love spontaneous sex that doesn't require that we stop to put on a condom," Steve sighed. "I know they are necessary, but not for us. I love that." Steve slowly fucked me as we spooned on our sides. It felt so good to have a warm man against my back and a big dick deep inside me. But, it wasn't going to last. I could feel his dick stiffen quickly as his breathing got ragged. In less than 10 seconds, his climax blasted through him, causing his hips to pound against me. I felt jets of warm man juice rocket up into me. I could bottom for him for hours.
With his climax over and his dick wilting slightly, his kisses on my neck slowed down. "Yeah, that's hot sex," he whispered. "You sure know how to please a man."
My dick was hard as steel after getting fucked and bred. I still had enough time to breed his ass before I had to be in the dining room for breakfast at 7 a.m. "Turn around and face the other way. I have something for you that you like a lot. And an ass that needs to be serviced even more," I directed. Steve rolled over on his other side and I snuggled up against his back. I'd already grabbed the lube and applied some to his wet hole and my hot, throbbing dick. I was very careful smearing it on my dick. I was far too close to another climax to risk a good stroking.
I pushed forward very slowly, entering him without much resistance. He wiggled his butt and moved determinedly back onto me. My dick hit bottom hard. It swelled and jerked menacingly. I know I must have shot some precum and perhaps some sperm into him. If I moved, I was surely going to breed him. But, Steve wasn't to be denied. He wiggled his ass again and chewed on my dick. I quickly withdrew, but it was too late. My climax was inevitable, so I slammed forward and buried my dick all the way inside him. We sang a duet of pleasure as my dick fired and sprayed jizz into him.
I pounded and pumped hard against his beautiful, bubble butt, straining to get every last drop of my baby gravy into him. He did his best to chew and suck on my dick with his ass muscles. But, eventually, my dick wilted and I slipped out.
Without any preamble, Steve got onto his knees, swung a leg over my head and sat on my face. He needed little guidance to settle on to my tongue. Yeah, this was better than breakfast.
A few minutes later, we swapped positions and I sat on his face. I wanted to stay in bed with him for another hour, just to enjoy the afterglow, but the dining room couldn't wait.
With a resigned sign, I left the bed and hit the shower. Steve joined me moments later. "You work too much and don't have enough time for yourself," Steve reminded me. I couldn't argue the point. I did want to stay in bed with him and ignore the dining room.
"When the breakfast rush is over, let's talk about any ideas you might have about that subject," I diverted.
No one was waiting at the dining room doors, so Steve and I sat and had breakfast. I had eggs benedict and a croissant, and Steve had a waffle with strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries, topped with whipped cream. Both of us drank orange juice. I asked him why he didn't want coffee with his meal and he said that he never liked the taste of it, not even in mocha ice cream. Personally, I could take it or leave it. It meant nothing to me.
While we ate, Steve asked several questions about staffing in the dining room and their hours. "And you're not open for lunch, right?" he pressed. I nodded. "Have you ever thought about it?"
"Thought about it and dismissed it," I answered. "Staffing would be too much trouble, and I'm quite sure that the hotel guests wouldn't be interested. So, I'd have to rely on foot traffic during the week. This place would be a ghost town on weekends for lunch. It doesn't pencil out financially."
"Those are all good reasons to avoid it, then," Steve pronounced. "So, let me summarize. You have two chefs, one for breakfast and one for dinner. You have a kitchen assistant for each. That means you have four people staffing the dining room, plus you waiting on tables. Do I have it right?" I nodded again. "So, right now, what is the kitchen assistant doing?"
I looked around. "Well, considering that it's just the two of us, nothing," I replied.
"And when there are diners?" Steve pressed.
"He helps the chef."
"Doing what?"
"Whatever the chef needs."
"That seems like overkill to me," Steve opined. I bristled, but then considered his point. He could be right. "The chef prepares the main course for each order, but the side orders are usually already done and just waiting to be served up?" Again, I nodded. "So, the chef will plate the main course, the kitchen assistant will add the sides and put it up for the waiter (you) to deliver it to the table. That seems inefficient to me," Steve concluded.
"The chef also plans the meals, prepares the menu, and shops for special items. However, a lot of what he prepares is delivered to the hotel by a provisioner," I revealed. "So, both chefs will put in full, eight hour days."
"I don't doubt that a bit," Steve agreed. "But, in other restaurants, I do see the servers adding the sides to an order, such as toast, home fries, or a cup of fruit to a breakfast dish. In the evening, I have seen similar duties performed by the wait staff."
I had to agree with him. I'd seen the same thing. "So, you are arguing that the chef's assistants aren't needed and I should hire a person to wait tables who adds the last items to the plate." Steve nodded. "Well, that would cut down on costs for two chef's assistants when I could hire just one server."
"You'd have to find a good one, pay them above scale, and they keep the tips," Steve concluded. "Think about what you do as the waiter. You take the order, take it to the kitchen and sit on your beautiful ass until the order is ready to be delivered. You could be in the kitchen getting the sides ready for the plates."
"What about someone to do the dishes, including pots and pans?" I asked.
"This is a small restaurant, so you don't have that many dishes to deal with. When the waiter clears the table, the silverware, plates, and glassware can all go in the dishwasher immediately," Steve suggested. "I'm somewhat lost on pots and pans, though. I know that chefs like to use pots and pans that are seasoned and don't do well in dishwashers with the detergents that are added. Do you have any ideas about that?" he punted.
I thought for a few moments. "Well, we could always tell the chefs that they need to do their own pots and pans if they insist on using ones that aren't dishwasher safe. But, I can hear them howling to the heavens about that decision," I smiled.
"Give it a try and see what happens," Steve suggested. "Besides, there are always new chefs coming out of the local Culinary Institute."
"It's not like they don't have the time," I conceded. "Breakfast is only served for 3 hours each day and dinner is only 4 hours. I know there is a lot of prep work and clean-up, but that could still be part of the 8 hours they get paid for."
"You'll get pushback on this," Steve promised. "But, the decision is yours. How much do you want your life back?"
I nodded thoughtfully. "What about meeting with my guests in the evening, to see if there is interest in my personal services?"
"Glad-handing is something every hotel manager does. You can select the hours that you want to walk around the dining room to figure out who is interested, such as every hour or so," Steve said.
"These are all good ideas, but I'll need some time to think about them," I admitted. "But, you aren't going to suggest that I stop servicing my guests, are you?"
"No! That's one of the special services that your hotel is known for," Steve quickly stated. "However, you can't be there every day of every week of every year. Can you?"
"So far, yeah," I smiled. "And I've loved it. And I've taken a few short vacations. A couple of my friends offered their services, but that always left me thinking I'd disappointed my guests. They really did want my big, black dick, not a substitute."
"How long is a short vacation?" Steve wondered.
"Well, the longest was a week, but we were doing some remodeling of the kitchen, so we were essentially closed. Otherwise, just a long weekend," I admitted.
"Have you ever wanted to really travel? How about taking a vacation in Europe, a cruise, a safari, or Australia, or South or Central America?" Steve asked. "Those take a couple of weeks, minimum! And I can be your personal guide in Europe. I've been everywhere on that continent, but our team never had the funding to go to Africa, Australia, or the Americas. So, we should start with Europe. Am I peaking your interest?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "I've always wanted to tour in Europe, but never had the time. You've given me some good ideas, but I need to think about how I'd go about making those changes. And I don't really have a solution for breeding guests when I'm on an extended vacation."
"Give it some time," Steve smiled. "You'll come up with something."
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