I worked at a hotel right out of high school and during my undergraduate years. These are my experiences with women in their rooms after hours. All characters are 18 and older.
A Man After Midnight: Sex at Hotel Excel Part 2
Biggest Tits Ever - Me & Mrs. Jones
Chapter One
Friday Afternoon
She had the largest tits I had ever seen! There's no other way to start this story. Big as pillows. How had she not had breast reduction surgery? This had to be the question on everyone's mind when first laying eyes on her.
Her name was Dorthea Jones. She checked in just before the end of my shift on a Friday afternoon for the African AME Church convention at Hotel Excel that weekend. Huge hips of a shelf ass rolled under her flower print dress as she turned from the front desk to follow me through the lobby. Her eyes had already raked me when we met at the entrance. She smiled when I greeted her and took her bags.
"Aren't you a little tall to be an bellhop?" she said snapping her purse closed.
"We come in all sizes," I smiled.
"Well you're the largest I've ever seen," she said. "I didn't know they made you in extra large."
"Hotel X-L," I joked as I pushed the button for the elevator. "We do everything big here."
"Mmm, I can see that," she said running eyes over me again letting them linger a moment below my waist.
I got the innuendo. It wasn't subtle. The bulge in my pants drew her eyes the same way her massive chest drew mine. The irony hadn't escaped me either. As with other women who flashed on my groin I wondered if she would do anything about it. Church lady? Probably not. Just a flirt.
Average height but boosted in block heels she carried the weight well. Clearly obese but not jowly with much of her bulk in legs and hips her torso narrowed at the waist and rocked a wide hourglass shape. It had to be some relief that a lot of the weight of her breasts rested on her large belly. At six-two I weighed 195. Best guess she had a hundred pounds on me. Her black hair was straightened, styled big and gelled in place. Red lipgloss a shade too bright filled full lips. Her cheeks were heavily rouged. Wedding band and diamond gracing her ring finger were almost lost amongst large rings on other fingers. A gold cross rested on bare skin just below her neck pointing right down to the groove of two titanic boobs pressed tightly together by what had to be a massive brassiere.
As much as her belly protruded her breasts stuck out farther making her look top heavy. Still she moved with dignity and grace gliding through the lobby. She asked about me in the elevator learning I was eighteen and college-bound. I learned she was thirty-six, married mom of two and proud to be elected to represent her church. Her scent filled Mr. Otis' moving box but not to overpowering. My nostrils flared to its allure.
A disapproving look creased her face when Mrs. Jones entered her room.
"Is it not what you expected?" I asked.
She hesitated but then smiled and said, "I suppose it'll do."
"We're pretty full this weekend, but there may be other rooms available which are more to your taste if you'd like to upgrade. All our suites are described in the hotel brochure," I said handing her the one from the credenza.
"I want to look at them before I decide," she said opening it.
"You don't have to decide right now," I said.
"Might as well before I get settled. Wait a sec while I look," she said reaching out and holding my forearm as if to prevent my escape. Her grip loosened but she held on for a few moments while perusing.
Arm touch. Contact. I knew this signal.
Mrs. Jones chose a suite one step up. A call to reception sealed it. I went down, exchanged keys, returned and showed her to her new room. She followed me into the bath where I turned on lights. It met with her approval.
Then it happened. When I tried slipping past her to exit the bathroom Mrs. Jones pressed in pinning me to the doorjamb with her large belly and breasts.
"Cute little butt," she said in a low sultry voice grabbing my ass with one hand, squeezing it and pulling my pelvis hard against her body.
Instantly my hands came up and caressed the sides of her huge tits. I lifted them, pushed them together, squeezed them, moved them. God they were heavy. But soft. Did I mention they were big?
We looked in each others eyes while she felt up my butt and I her chest. She smiled and bit her lip her eyes sparkling knowing her breasts had done their job.
"You are tight," she said squeezing my teen ass.
Still pinning me she moved to the side a bit. Her hand slid around front and felt my package. My hands didn't leave her tits. Not wanting to break long nails her fingers gingerly unhitched my belt and opened my uniform trousers.
"I gotta see what what you got hiding in here," she said unzipping me.
Her brown eyes had locked on my bulge the moment she walked in the lobby. Now her hand slipped inside for a feel. A week earlier Mrs. Devere had copped a feel of my junk from outside my trousers when first in her room but went no further right away. This was next level.
You may remember from my previous story how the standard issue uniform trousers trapped my big junk in one pant leg. These custom tailored ones didn't but showed ample bulge where it should be--front and center though offset to the left since I dress left.
Mrs. Jones' warm black hand followed my long hard on all the way off to my side and up past the waistband of my boxers. I felt the cool metal of her many rings on my cock.
"My Gawd," she said looking down at it.
I unbuttoned her dress down the front to her waist then spread it wide so her tits were out in their enormous black bra. I bent down and kissed her cleavage. She had fingers of one hand around my hard cock while the other held my balls. My legs opened to her hands and to squat down to her level a bit.
"Mmm... baby," she said letting go of my junk and pulling at my boxers.
I stopped kissing her cleavage and unbuttoned her dress below her waist.
"Take these off," she said tugging at my trousers.
When my erection swung free she took it in both hands.
"Are you going to last for me?" she said holding my cock with both hands.
"I will if you're on top," I said.
"Oh I'm gonna to be on top all right," she said letting go of me, dropping her dress, kicking off heels and shedding huge panties and brassiere. Gigantic tits bounced free and hung down to her navel.
It took me longer to get out of my bellhop uniform. Red waistcoat, blue tie, white shirt, black shoes polished to a high shine, then black trousers, boxers and socks. Mrs Jones was waiting for me on the bed when I was done.
"Mmm. My Gawd," she said again taking me in both hands. "I knew you'd be packing but not like this!"
On her side by my side she stroked me a few times then wrapped lips around my head leaving a ring of red lipstick just below my corona. Her eyes were riveted in fascination and admiration. She licked, sucked and kissed up and down the full length of my cock holding it in one hand while the other cupped my balls then caressed belly and thighs. Her huge soft tits rested against my torso while she worshipped my dick. She kissed down my rod then sucked my balls in her mouth moving them with her tongue. I caressed her huge thighs next to me. She opened them to my hands. My fingers moved though full bush, found wet pussy and fingered her.
