Room Service 77

Room Service

by westcountryboy.

All characters in this story are over 18.

I was staying by myself at a little hotel in a small provincial city in a west European country. The hotel had a bar where, after a long day's travelling and a nice meal in a nearby restaurant, I decided to go for a nightcap before retiring for the night.

I ordered a double whisky from the attractive, slim, thirty-something, half-oriental (Thai perhaps, I thought), half-European barmaid, and settled myself in one of the deep armchairs while she fixed my drink. A few moments later she brought me my whisky together with a little dish of peanuts and as she set them down in front of me and turned away to go back to the bar, I was able to admire her and her trim figure. I thought she was very pretty.

There were several other customers in the bar which meant that she was regularly passing in front of me taking drinks to them and I began to fancy her more and more, although I was in no position to do anything about it other than dream.

Noticing that I had finished my whisky, she came over to ask if I wanted another and this time after bringing it, she hesitated a moment before asking me if I was travelling alone. When I told her I was, she explained that the hotel had a special free service for single male guests. "We offer you a free fuck to help you sleep. Would you be interested in that?"

To say that I was surprised would be an understatement and at first I could hardly believe what she had said. However, I recovered my wits sufficiently to ask for confirmation.

"Are you saying that you...?"

"No sir. Not me, Giselle. She's servicing another gentleman at the moment but she will be back shortly, so if you like I can ask her to come over to talk to you."

Slightly disappointed that it wasn't the Thai lady that was offering the service, but never one to turn down the chance of a free fuck, I agreed to her suggestion and sat back with my whisky to wait and see what transpired.

After five minutes or so a young brunette, wearing heavy-rimmed glasses which did nothing for her appearance, and looking very much like a student, came into the room and made straight for the bar where she perched on a stool. I glanced at her in denim jeans, t-shirt and white slip-on shoes. With neither jewellery nor make-up, she was anything but sexy, and I immediately lost interest. Certainly, there seemed no way that she could have been the one to provide the promised free fuck.

But I was wrong. After a quick word with the barmaid, the newcomer slipped off her barstool, came across to where I was sitting and introduced herself.

"Hi. I'm Giselle. Lili tells me you'd like to take up the offer of a complementary fuck to help you sleep."

"I think so," I replied, determined not to show my disappointment at her drab appearance and the fact that she wasn't Lili. That said, I did have to admit that Giselle did have something going for her. She was the right age, early twenties I guessed, fairly tall and very slim, and I could see her bra-less nipples poking through the thin material of her t-shirt.

"Well, let me explain before you decide," she continued. "It's not the full sex experience. We can send out for a professional if that's what you want but you'd have to pay by the hour or the night at standard commercial rates. That's not what I offer. Instead, all I do is suck you to get you hard and fuck you to make you cum so that you get a good night's sleep. The whole thing only takes a few minutes.

"Is that satisfactory or would you like us to arrange for a full-service girl? There are several we can call upon if you'd prefer that."

"No. I'm happy with the free offer," I told her beginning to warm to the idea.

"OK. I've got an appointment with another gentleman now so give me your room number and I'll come to you in twenty minutes or so."

I told her the number, watched her slink away in her jeans and t-shirt, and went to my room to wait as instructed.

Twenty minutes later, virtually to the second, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to admit Giselle carrying a shoulder bag but otherwise dressed exactly as before in jeans and t-shirt and wearing her passion-killing spectacles.

"Hello again Sir."

"Hello." Under the circumstances, there didn't seem to be anything else to say.

"May I ask Sir; do you wear pyjamas to sleep in?"

"No. I like to sleep in my underpants."

"That's fine. Then please remove them and lie on your back. But I suggest you keep your eyes open to watch me undress. I usually find that speeds things along."

I remonstrated. "Not so fast. Can't we talk a little before you begin?"

"I'm afraid we don't have much time. I have two more gentlemen to see after you. What do you want to know?"

"Just that I'd like to know a bit about you."

"Oh. There's not much to tell. My name's Giselle, but you know that already. I'm twenty years old and I'm a full-time student at the university here studying politics. I'm just doing this work in the hotel in the evenings."

"Have you been doing it long? Do you like it?"

"About two months. And, yes, I love it. It's good money and I really love sucking cocks and having them inside me if only for a few minutes.

"And I get to do that six to ten times each evening, sometimes more," she said happily. And then, giggling, "What more could a girl want?

"But, seriously Sir. We really must get on. I don't want to keep the other gentlemen waiting. Please remove your underpants and lie back on the bed with your eyes open. You might want to recline against a pillow. It'll be more comfortable and you'll get a better view while I undress."

I did as instructed, while Giselle kicked off her shoes, extracted some items from her bag putting them within easy reach on the desk behind her, and came to stand at the end of the bed facing me.

She then raised her arms to the side pieces of her spectacles drawing them down her nose to look teasingly at me over them allowing me to see a pair of surprisingly beautiful eyes. She then pushed them briefly back into place before removing them altogether and tantalisingly putting the end of one of the side pieces seductively in her mouth as if she were sucking it while looking directly into my eyes. The effect was surprisingly erotic and, even though she was still fully clothed, I felt an unmistakable stirring in my groin.

Tossing her glasses onto the desk, she crossed her arms to take hold of the hem of her t-shirt which she drew up over her head and tossed it too onto the desk confirming that, as I had suspected all along, she had been wearing nothing under it. Now completely naked from the waist up, with perfectly formed pert breasts and jutting nipples and, without those passion-killing spectacles, she was actually very pretty and naturally enough my prick began to respond even more.

Without ever taking her eyes from mine, Giselle then slowly slid her jeans over her hips to the floor stepping out of them to reveal herself wearing nothing but a minuscule pair of white panties.

All that remained for her to do now, still with her eyes locked on mine, was to remove her panties which she did elegantly before slightly parting her legs to give me an uninterrupted view of the whole of her naked body including her shaven cunt.

However, before I could examine her closely, she dropped to her knees and taking my prick in both hands placed it in her mouth and began to suck.

And she was very good at it although, given that the stated purpose of the operation was to make me hard enough to be fucked, it was quite unnecessary. I was more than hard enough already but that didn't mean that I was going to forego a decent blowjob.

And naked without those damned glasses, she was gorgeous. In fact, I could scarcely believe that I had preferred Lili the half-Thai girl to her. The very thought that Giselle was shortly going to fuck me was making me harder still if such a thing was possible.

"I think you're ready now, Sir. Just let me put a condom on you," expertly doing just that as she spoke.

And with that, she reached for the tube of lubricating jelly on the desk behind her, smeared a little both on the condom and inside herself, and crawled up over me to position her entrance at the tip of my cock.

Carefully lowering herself the full length of my member until our pubic bones were pressed firmly together, she paused briefly before commencing the return journey back up to the top of my cock with a happy grin. Pausing again for a moment, she travelled back down again. Her long, slow, languid strokes performed by a cunt so tight, and yet at the same time so velvety smooth, were like nothing I had ever experienced.Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined lying flat on my back in this way while being fucked in so heavenly a way by such a gorgeous sexy naked twenty-year-old Giselle.

But that didn't stop me from dreaming.

If I had been, I would have dreamt that if I had really been able to have what she called "the full sexual experience" with her once we were both naked, I'd have begun by kissing her deeply to which she would have responded passionately. As our tongues fought for control, we'd have been exploring each other's bodies with our hands. Giselle would have quickly taken my cock in her cool fingers going on to lightly tickle my balls while after weighing and squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples I would have put first one and then two fingers inside what would already be her sopping wet cunt.

We would have remained like that for a few moments longer still kissing madly and fingering and touching each other up as our sexual tension reached new heights. However, needing to come up for air we would have stopped kissing and looked into each other's eyes in silent mutual understanding.

Without a word being spoken Giselle would have laid back on the bed opened her legs and I would instantly have entered her.

Four vigorous thrusts were all it would have taken. We would have climaxed simultaneously and then collapsed in fits of laughter, all tension broken.

Within a few minutes I would have been rock-hard again and this time we would have taken things a lot more slowly. Over the next several hours we would have fucked with her on top, me on top, doggy fashion, standing with her against the wall, vaginally, orally, and of course several times anally - something which in my dream at least she would have loved.

Finally, in this dream, the gorgeous sexy, naked, twenty-year old Giselle would have had her long silky-smooth legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded the living daylights out of her. Her screams of ecstasy would have been heard in the next county as she would have orgasmed again and again augmented at the end by my own roar of release as I poured buckets of white-hot semen deep inside her willing body. (It goes without saying that I wouldn't have worn a condom.)

Not only would we both have been utterly but deliciously exhausted, but our bodies would have been bathed in sweat while the bed below us would be soaked in a glorious mixture of that same sweat and the overflow of my cum and her love juices.

But that was only a dream. The reality that she was actually fucking me for free if only for a few minutes to help me sleep was unlikely enough.

"Oh, God! That's so nice", I told her.

"It's nice for me too, Sir", she replied continuing her long slow strokes. All the way down, pause, all the way back up, pause, all the way down...

It was relentless, and of course, it had its intended effect. By the tenth or eleventh time of going up -- I had lost count -- l felt the familiar tightening in my balls and, when she was about halfway down again, I started to cum. Realising this Giselle finished her descent and, once again pressing her pubic bone firmly against mine, began to do something extraordinary with her vaginal muscles.

Not only did she squeeze me even tighter than before, but she was able to create a kind of rippling effect drawing out the last drops of cum from my prick and balls until there was nothing left.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the immortal lines from the Ballad of Eskimo Nell:

"She gave a sigh, and sucked him dry,

With the ease of a vacuum cleaner."

Giselle didn't sigh but she certainly sucked me dry. She only had to smile and squeeze hard to extract every last drop of cum until there was none left. Then removing the condom, and quickly tying a knot in it to avoid any spillage, she tossed it into the waste bin before wiping me clean with an antiseptic tissue.

I lay there relaxed with my prick and balls, not to mention my prostate, feeling deliciously empty and at peace with the world, as I watched her get dressed again and repack her shoulder bag.

Finally, she was done, just as I was beginning to feel drowsy. Drawing the coverlet over me and kissing me softly on the lips she murmured "Thank you, Sir. Sleep well," and slipped quietly from my room en route to service two more lucky guys that night.

I slept like a log and woke in the morning completely refreshed.

I think I may stay at that hotel again.