Room Service

We came back to the room after dinner, relaxed, a little lubricated by the wine. I had suggested that we have dessert in the room, which you thought was a fine idea. While you went into the bathroom to change, I called for our late-night snack, and undressed.

You came back into the room wearing a short silk robe which barely covered your ass. It was one of my favorites, but I knew that you wouldn't be wearing to for very long.

"What should we do now?" you asked, feigning innocence, coming up close against me so that your silk-covered breasts brushed along my naked chest.

"I've got an idea," I said, sliding my hand down the smooth silk covering your back, down to the top of your ass and back up again. "Come this way," I whispered and guided you toward the bed.

You sat down on the edge, and I whisked the robe from your body. Your pink nipples were already stiffening, and you snaked your tongue out to tickle the head of my lengthening prick, which was just at mouth level. "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable," I suggested.

You did as I asked, and stretched out in the center of the bed, smiling, your eyes closed. I turned and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer.

"What are your doing?" you asked.

"Oh, just getting a little something I brought especially for you," I responded, as I removed the red silk sashes from the drawer and turned back toward you. First your eyes, and then you smile widened as you saw what I carried.

"What about our dessert?"

"Don't worry, you're part of it," I said.

I walked over to the foot of the bed, tying a slip knot in one of the sashes. I took your left leg at the ankle, slipped the loop over your foot, and tightened it just enough to slightly bite you. I tied the other end of the sash around the leg of the bed and knotted it twice, tightly, so that it wouldn't work loose. I stepped over to your right leg, which you had already spread for me. I wanted you open a little farther, though, so I pulled your leg wider, slipping the loop around it as I saw the muscles on the insides of your thighs strain. I tied the end of that sash to the bed and stood back for a minute. Then I took the remaining sashes and walked to the head of the bed. "Put your hands together and above your head, Angel," I said, and you stretched your arms toward the wall behind you. With one sash, I tied your hands together at the wrists, and with the other I secured them to the rail at the base of the headboard, pulling it taut and stretching your body to its limit.

I turned to look at your reflection in the mirror on the dresser. Your back was arched, and your tits were thrust upward, the nipples already hard. With my fingers, I traced a line down your arms, through your armpits, brushing over your crinkled nipples, down your stomach to your smooth pussy. Deciding on a final touch, I took a pillow off the bed. "Lift up your ass, Angel," I said and, as you did, I slipped the pillow under you, raising your mound up a few inches and spreading your legs even further apart. I slipped a finger between your pussy lips, and, as I expected, you were already damp.

Just watching you lie there, stretched out, restrained, made my cock harder that it had been. I went back to the head of the bed and kneeled on the mattress with my rigid prick near your mouth. I put my hand on your cheek and turned you to face me. Your mouth opened and I slipped the fat knob in between your lips. You nipped at it with your teeth, but then ran your tongue around the head. It felt divine, as it always does. You sucked me deeper into your mouth, your lips circling my shaft, as I moved in and out of your sweet mouth. I reached down and squeezed one of your nipples, and felt your moan against my dick deep in your mouth. I squeezed it again, harder, feeling your nipple grow between my fingers. I pulled my cock out of your mouth, not wanting to cum yet, and bent down to the nipple I was squeezing. I took it in my mouth, bit down a little, and sucked it hard between my teeth. "Oh, yeah," you said, "that feels so, so good."

I could tell how hot you were getting, how close you were coming to cumming. I placed my hand on your mound, your pussy lips now open and slick with your honey. I felt your juices dripping down into the crack of your ass and I dug my finger between your cheeks to feel how wet you were.

Just then there was a knock at the door. "Must be dessert," I said.

"Oooh, what bad timing. You'd better cover me up," you said.

I reached for my robe, laying on the chair. "No," I replied, "I don't think so."

I tied my robe on as I reached the door. I opened it just far enough to take the tray from the bellman, Luis, which was just far enough for him to see your reflection in the mirror. I watched him smirk as I thanked him, and slipped him a note I had written earlier in the evening. I turned back with the tray and the door shut behind me.

"Dessert, Angel," I announced. "Ice cold vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and pastries with jam and butter. And, of course, you."

The ice cream was so cold that steam rose from the dish. Steam also rose from the pitcher of hot fudge, which was so hot that it ran thinly along the side of the container. I took a spoonful of ice cream and came back to the bed. "Where should we begin," I said, almost to myself. You watched me expectantly, not saying a word. I moved the spoon over your body, watching your eyes follow it. "How about here?" I said and touched the icy silver spoon to the nipple I had left hard and swollen. You gasped and arched your back even more, as your tender nipple strained against the cold metal. I turned the spoon over and let the ice cream slide over your nub, and down your breast.

"I think we'll need a little sauce on the other one," I said as I took another spoonful of ice cream and placed it on your other nipple. Your breathing became louder and louder as I took the small pitcher of hot fudge, which had cooled only a little, and poured a thin stream over the ice cream and your breast. "Ohhhhhh," you cried, again arching your back and straining against your bonds. I bent over you to lick the sweet cream and chocolate from your skin, and slipped my hand back to your pussy. I pushed my finger deep into your slit. As I bit down slightly on your nipple, I felt you try to close your legs, but the silk held you tight. I pushed another finger into you, rubbing against the top of your cunt, near your clit. Your breathing became ragged, almost panting, as I rubbed my finger along side your exposed clit.

"Cum now, Angel, its OK," I said, slipping a third finger into your hot hole. You let out a long moaning cry, as your first orgasm of the evening swept over you, your pussy throbbing, your nipples long and hard, your toes curling, your body straining against your bonds.

I didn't want to give you time to relax. "There's only one thing that can make this pussy sweeter," I said, as I took the fudge, still hot, and the dish of whipped cream. I took a fingerful of the cream and spread it along the length of your still dripping slit. I lifted the hot fudge and poured a stream on each of your thighs, so that it would run down into your crotch, alongside your open lips. I was still warm enough to make you gasp when it touched your skin, but not so hot as to burn you. I poured more along the top of your mound and let it drip down your pussy, mingling with the whipped cream. You were close to cumming again, and I began to lick the sweet cream and chocolate from all around your open cunt. My tongue licked inside and out of your hole, up and down your lips, up to your clit and you went over the edge again, louder this time, harder, shaking with the tremors racing through your body. "Max," you said, still out of breath, "I need you to fuck me." I raised my head from your crotch, my face sticky and streaked with brown chocolate. "Don't worry, Angel, fucked you will be."

Just then there was another knock at the door. "Oh, fuck," you cried, "send them away!" I stood up, my cock bobbing, precum dripping and running down the shaft on onto my balls. "I think this one's for you," I said, as you looked at me curiously.

I went to the door and opened it. Luis, our bellman, entered the room, still smirking, looking at you tied to the bed, covered in ice cream and chocolate, totally open and vulnerable. "Angel," I said, "you remember Luis, don't you. When he brought dessert I didn't have the change to tip him, so I told him to come back and that you would give him his tip."

Luis had already removed his uniform jacket and was undoing his belt. He moved to the head of the bed as he dropped his pants and underwear freeing his prick. "Puta," he said, "suck my polla." He pushed his dick to your mouth and you took it between your lips. Your face was directed at Luis, but your eyes were on me. As Luis fucked his prick and out of your mouth, I went back to fingering your pussy. I slipped my thumb into your hole, and slid my long finger between your cheeks. With my finger I played with your tight little rosebud as my thumb slid between your engorged lips. Your eyes closed as my fingers slipped back and forth inside you and you came closer to cuming again. Luis was coming close too, to close for what I had in mind. "Luis," I said, "get your dick out of her mouth and go sit over there." The bellman, not wanting to do anything to change his good fortune, pulled out of your mouth and went to the armless lounge chair across the room, and sat down, his dick red and standing straight up.

I went over to the head of the bed and bent over to your face. "Angel," I whispered, "do you still want to be fucked?" You nodded slightly. "One cock or two?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Two," you mouthed, smiling slightly.

"I'm going to loosen your arms now, but tie them behind your back." You nodded as I undid the knot which pulled your hands out over your head. I helped you sit up, and pulled your arms behind you. I tied the sash around your arms, above the elbows, which had the effect of arching your back and forcing your tits out. Both your nipples were hard and full, and I bent over to gently lick them.

Leaving you sitting up, I went to the end of the bed and loosened the knots binding your legs. With the release of the silk ties your legs came together and your body leaned forward. I went over to you and swung your legs over the side of the bed to face Luis, who was watching, slowly stroking his prick. "Come with me, sweet Angel," I said as I helped you to your feet and guided you over to Luis. As we walked, I whispered in your ear. "Your going to get fucked now, Angel. Luis is going to fuck your sweet chocolaty cunt, and while he does that, I going to fuck your sweet tight ass."

As we came to Luis, I pushed your legs apart so that you were straddling the chair, your pussy over his cock, which he held straight up. You slowly sank down, taking him into your body, deeper and deeper, until he was completely inside of you. I stood behind you, kissing your neck, my hands going around your to cup your breasts. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. I put my dripping cock in your hands, tied behind you, and you squeezed it tight. You moved slightly up and down on Luis. I pulled free of you and went over to the room service tray. I took the little dish of butter, and came back behind you. I held the butter on my fingers, and then slipped my hand between your cheeks, sliding the butter up and down your crack, in your rosebud, my finger entering your ass to be sure the slick butter was inside you.

Once that was done, you leaned closer to Luis, and you thrust your ass back at me. I straddled the bottom of the chair, spread your cheeks, and pushed my cock against your asshole. The pulsing head slipped in easily and I heard and felt you take in a deep breath as you pushed back against me, forcing my cock deeper inside you. I could feel Luis in your other hole, as you moved slowly back and forth, up and down.

"Oh, god, oh god," you breathed, "I'm so full." Luis and I began to get a rhythm down, sliding in and out of you, deeper and harder, faster and faster, you rocking back and forth between us, gasping for breath. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I could see that Luis was near. I could tell that you were already cumming, moaning, bouncing up and down as much as you could with our dicks in you.

As my fingers touched your raw nipples, my cock buried deep in your ass, the sensation incredible, I heard Luis yell "si, si, si," as he came inside your pussy, then I exploded, shooting my jizz inside you, grabbing your hips and forcing you down on my cock so that I could go even deeper, my arms wrapped around you, you sandwiched between us, as we slowed down, and slipped from each other, worn, exhausted. I backed out and away from you, my cock still dripping, and I lifted you off of Luis' lap, cum oozing from both your holes and down your creamy thighs, guided you to the bed where you laid down with your eyes closed.

I gave Luis the sign to go, and he picked up his clothes, put on his pants, looked to see that no one was in the hallway and left. I turned back to the bed and sat down beside you, stroking your hair, as you drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile on your face.