The Porter

Ah... Big sigh as it was Eleven O'clock and the end of a long twelve hour shift. I was putting my coat on and about to go home, when the door opened to the changing room, my manager's head popped round and said, "Lenard, can you please help this lady for five minutes before you go?"

We are short staffed, isn't everyone these days! I'm a porter in a hotel just on the outskirts of town. Having left school at seventeen, been here a year, don't have an academic brain, just brawn. I am renting a flat, just recently, as I could not afford one before.

I had just changed into my clothes from the hotel uniform, I wasn't going to change back just for five minutes.

Taking my coat back off I went to the front counter and asked Pete, "Where is she?"

Pete pointed to the bar, "Vanessa's in there with her husband."

I walked over to the bar and looked around, it was still busy, since I didn't have my uniform on they would not recognise me as being one of the staff. So I had to look around for a lady named Vanessa and her husband.

As I looked and walked around, it seemed like my task was to find a needle in a haystack... shit!

I wasn't going to go round shouting her name out. I just walked and looked. Then from the corner of my eye I caught a lady standing at a table looking around, I recognized her as she had been here for a couple of days, a real good looker. A man seated next to her, head down on the table. My needle had been found.

I walked over and asked, "Vanessa?"

She was very polite, "O hello love, are you here to help me, I'm so sorry, but it's my husband. He's been over doing it... again."

I looked at the man, he seemed to be asleep on the table, I asked, "How may I help you Madam?"

She prodded him on the arm and said, "He's drunk... again. Please can you help me take him up to our room?"

She lightly slapped his head and said, "I've told him a hundred times not to drink too much... just cause it's paid for by his company. But he never listens."

The man seemed to try and open his eyes and grunted, so he was not asleep or totally drunk at least. I walked around to the side of the man to see if he could at lease stand. I pulled him up into a seated position and asked him if he could stand. He looked in my direction and grunted again.

Vanessa said, "So uncouth of you dear, please see if you can stand at least for this young man."

I took one arm and he pushed on the table to stand with his other hand, he managed to do that, I put his arm around my shoulders. Then as I was about to walk him off, he resisted, stretched out his hand to grab the tumbler of whisky, he put it to his lips and as he just swallowed a little Vanessa grabbed his hand and took the tumbler from him, "You've had quite enough dear, just look at you!"

She placed the tumbler onto the table and said, "This way young man."

Vanessa led the way and I followed with her husband almost dragging his feet, he had not even the energy to lift his shoes.

We finally got into the lift, which in normal circumstances would have taken no more than thirty seconds, but took over two minutes.

Vanessa's husband was trying to say something all the time but made absolutely no sense in the drunken state he was in.

The man was dressed in a very nice business suit, tie, and very shiny shoes. Vanessa was in a long silk like floral patterned dress, with a shawl over her shoulders, looked elegant, and looked expensive.

As we were going up in the lift, Vanessa asked, "Do you work here young man?"

Not being in uniform she could not tell, I said, "Yes Madam, I was just on my way home when the desk manager asked me to help."

Vanessa looked at me, a slight smile, "Yes... I thought I had seen you around. Very kind of you, thank you."

I replied, "Just doing my job Madam, happy to help."

The door opened on the lift; as we stepped out, Vanessa said, "Please call me Vanessa young man."

We got to their room and as Vanessa opened it for us to walk through, I said, "My name is Lenard."

I was walking through and found it funny that Vanessa had hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out and closed the door. I turned my head and asked, "Shall I put him on the bed?"

Vanessa turned and pointed, "No dear, put him on the couch over there, I don't want his drunken breath on me."

As I was placing her husband on the couch, Vanessa stood by me and asked a strange question, "Would you be missed tonight?"

I took hold of his legs and swooped them up off the floor. I began to undo his laces. I could see Vanessa's right foot, tapping the floor and then with her voice raised very slightly, "I asked if you would be missed tonight... Lenard!"

My gaze slowly travelled from Vanessa's tapping foot, along the dress to her slim waistband, further up to what seemed like pert breasts, then to her blue eyes. I said, "I live on my own."

I began to take off the shoes and put them to one side. I stood up straight and Vanessa stepped closer, I easily towered over her with my six foot four inch frame, Vanessa was at least a foot shorter.

I asked, "Shall I put a blanket over him?"

"No my dear, it's quite warm in here, and he's got alcohol running in his vein's to keep off the chill."

She looked up to me and continued, "In fact it seems to be getting... Quite hot in here, don't you agree... Lenard?"

She slowly turned around and presented her back to me, "Please undo the zipper for me dear."

My fisted hand came to my mouth as I coughed, "Excuse me madam."

She lifted her hair out of the way to expose the top of her dress and the zipper, "Be a love darling, I can't reach that by myself."

I tentatively grabbed the zipper and lowered it about three inches. She turned her head sideways and said, "Oh come on love, all the way if you please."

Again I took hold of the zipper and lowered it to the bottom; this was just to the top of her arse. She had undone her waist band and thrown it towards her sleepy husband. Then she took a step forwards and unhooked both straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground.

Holly shit, she looked stunning from the back, skin so white, so unblemished, and just so perfect. Black bra and a black thong, with her hands on her hips she turned around and faced me, she asked, "Are you gay... Lenard?"

What the hell! What did she just say; I didn't know where to look. I knew where I wanted to look, and that was at her, fuckin hell she looked amazing. I was right, pert breasts, very slender waist, lovely shaped hips and very firm thighs. I just thought to myself holy shit is this happening? What is happening here!

In a more stern voice Vanessa spoke with distinction, almost scarring me, "I asked you a question young man!"

Fist to my mouth again I coughed and said looking to the ground, "I could lose my job."

Vanessa stepped closer, she lifted my head and made me look at her, she said, "First things first dear boy... are you gay?"

I shook my head very slowly from side to side. Then holy fucking shit she grabbed my crotch and asked, "Do you find me attractive... Lenard, would you like to have sexual intercourse... with me?"

I said nothing but my cock was already at half-mast. Vanessa beamed with a wide smile; she caressed my cock through the fabric of my jeans, made my cock even more solid.

She said, "I retract my question, I can see... correction... I can feel you crave for a female."

She gave my cock a squeeze and held it; squinting her eyes and slightly tilting her head she asked, "You're not a virgin are you... Lenard... Dear boy?"

I shook my head, she tightened her grip on my cock, looked directly into my eyes and said, "If you're gay or a virgin... then you can fuck off out that door right now," her eyes flicked to the room's front door.

Eyes back on mine, grip slightly loosened she continued, "Now that's all cleared up," she winked, "Let's have some fun."

She squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed her grip around my cock, she said, "You do like to have fun... don't you dear!"

With a final squeeze she let go and she stepped towards the bed which was no more than a few feet away, in plain sight if he awoke. The way she walked, it was like she knew she was in control, she was so relaxed about being naked or clothed... but especially naked; it seemed to make no difference to her. But being naked defiantly gave her an ambiance of control.

I said again, "Sorry madam, but I could lose my job."

Vanessa swiftly stepped back and grabbed my cock again, tight, so tight. She looked me straight in the eyes, "How is any bugger going to find out... you going to tell the desk manager... your mummy!"

She let go and walked back to the bed. She turned around and I looked towards the husband, I said, "What if... What if he..."

Vanessa's hands went to behind her, to unclasp her bra, she said, "He's a drunken bastard who in his state won't wake up till I wake him."

She placed her bra on the bed and I just thought 'Holy fuckin shit, what a pair of tits, fuckin hell they were just superb.' She then looked at me looking at her, she said, "Close your mouth dear, you're dribbling."

I didn't realise but my mouth was... well open, but I couldn't take my eyes off her whole body and as my eyes travelled back to hers, she said, "Take your shit off dickhead, how do you think you're going to fuck me with all that on."

I was still hesitant, really did not know what to do, apart from my cock, it knew exactly what it wanted to do.

Vanessa took off her thong and picked up her bra, she walked past me and towards her husband; she placed both her bra and thong on his face. She then came back to me. She started to undo my belt as she said, "Fucking hell son, what sort of invitation are you waiting for. I've been horny for three fucking days now. That bastard's been drunk every night we've been here."

By that time she had my jeans pulled to the floor, and I found myself taking off my tee shirt. She stood and walked me towards the bed with just my boxers on. My cock was fully erect and the head was popping out over the waistband.

Vanessa had not seen that till she sat on the bed and I stood in front of her. She was about to take off my boxers when her eyes fixed themselves on my exposed cock-head, she could not look away as she said, "Fucking hell son, what the fuck is that!"

She licked what was exposed of my cock and then pulled down my boxers very slowly to reveal my fully hardened manhood. Still with her eyes fixed, I kicked aside my boxers, she said, "I hope that black bastard has stopped growing, holy shit son, how old did you say you were?"

I looked down to her head which was an inch away from my cock, I thought I had better answer her otherwise I'd get that firm telling off again, "Eighteen ... I just turned eighteen."

She licked the length of it, and remarked, "Fuckin hell son, you're as black as the ace of spades. She placed her arm next to my cock, fist in line with my cock-head and then asked, "Are you going to fuck me with this thing or fist me with it?"

Before I could say anything, she sharply looked up and said, "It's a rhetorical question... which means you don't have to answer."

I was numb, I did not know what to say, the only words that came out of my mouth were, "I need to shower, it's been a long day."

She grabbed my balls in one hand and stroked my shaft slowly with the other, and said, "I like the smell of a man, a man that's worked hard."

She did send shivers up my spine, but that only made my cock harder. She was looking up towards me. I looked over to him on the couch then back to her, I should have stayed quite, but for some reason without thinking I said, "Okay, I'll fuck you."

Her head bowed, she said nothing for a while, then all of a sudden she pushed me and stood up, she grabbed my cock in one hand and grabbed my throat with the other. She looked up at me in anger, had my throat in a tight grip. She was not a strong woman in just her feminist way but her strength was unbelievable too.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, and she looked at me like the devil himself, and said, "Take your fucking hands off me boy."

I was so fuckin scared, my hands dropped off her. She continued, "There are some rules," she closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and then opened them wide and continued, "Okay... just one rule black boy. You can cum in my mouth, I'll swallow. You can cum in my pussy, that's fine. You can spray my whole body with your cum, I'll massage it in. BUT... Stay away from my arse hole, that's sacred. You understand boy?"

I didn't think I had a choice in the matter; I nodded with eyes closed as best I could with her tight grip on my throat.

But that seemed not enough for her, she said, "look at me boy... when a female of the species asks you to do something have the decency to look her in the eye."

I opened my eyes and nodded; she had a stare to scare the best of any man alive. She let go of me, both cock and throat, and sat back onto the bed.

She reached out and pulled me closer to her by my cock. Took my cock-head into her mouth; she tried to get more of it in. Mind you, she did, she must have got at least six inches in as she started to bob up and down. Lathering up my cock with her saliva; she continued with this and the fondling of my balls. She would come up for air and then straight back in my cock went.

She looked over to her drunken husband who lay on the couch totally unaware of what his wife was doing with the porter, she said, "I wish that fuckin cunt was awake to see this, mind you he's seen me fucked dozens of times, mainly with one man of any creed or colour. Then on many occasions with two other men; and on the odd three... four times with three men. I love cum... I bath in the stuff.

I stood silent, why not... my cock was being sucked as she continued between bobbing up and down, "Not ashamed to say, he's a cuck, and he knows it. He doesn't mind me being fucked by some other... any other man of my choosing."

She glanced up and said with a smirk on her face, "That makes me a slut... right!"

I was certain that was another rhetorical question, I knew not to answer her for my own good.

But, I could not resist, I asked, "Why do you stay with him?"

She sucked hard on my head, stroked with a stiff grip, pulled my balls, fuck it felt so good. Then when she felt like a break, she said, "How much do you make... money son... how much money in a year do you make?"

I was almost on the verge of Cumming, but held out, and wondered what to say, the truth, or make a number up!

I thought of making a number up, I said in a strained voice, "Thirty thou... I make thirty thousand a year." A lie, I only make twenty.

She gave my cock-head a hard suck and popped it out of her mouth, again she looked over to her husband and said, "That cuck over there makes over two hundred thousand a year, and that's above what I spend... I spend a grand amount, a fucking shed load of cash, on glad rags, handbags, shoes, holidays and whatever else I fancy."

My cock went back into her mouth, fuck she sucked hard, and her stroking was with such a stiff grip. Then finally as I thought she was never going to let go she did, she scooted up onto the bed. Her body was so fucking nice, for whatever her age was.

As I said, her skin was an unblemished pure white, her tits were a perfect hand full, pert and her nipples stood proud, like an eraser on the end of a pencil. Her pussy was so clean; she had absolutely no hair from her neck down.

She placed a couple of pillows behind her, opened her legs to reveal her beautiful pussy, the lips so pink and very obvious, they dangled, wet and ready. I could see a shiny ring, it was on her clit. She patted her pussy and said, "Come on lover, wrap those black lips around these pink ones."

I looked cautiously at her husband and then slowly towards her open thighs. I made my way closer, as she thrust her hips up several times and said, "Come on son, don't keep a lady waiting." She spread her pussy open with a couple of fingers of both hands; I could see her wet pink inner pussy.

Again she thrust up and said, "Come on son deserts ready."

I made my way; I kissed both her inner thighs as I approached her pink ringed entrance. I licked her slit, she was so wet, I enclosed my mouth around her clit, taking in the shiny ring. I sucked on it; my arms went under her thighs and pulled her closer, tighter into my mouth.

I plunged my tongue in and out of her pussy, I could hear her squirm. I felt her hands caress my head, pulling me closer to her, not allowing me to break away. Her groans grew louder as I sucked on her clit. Then all of a sudden she pulled my head away, shouting, "Oh you mother fucker," and a fountain released from her pussy, soaking my face.

She growled, and said, "Not afraid of a little water are you son... did you like that, cause I fuckin did," as another smaller fountain released. She forced my face back into her pussy, she shook my head hard into her pussy, and said, "Fuck son... that was good, let's go again."

It was like I was on test, some sort of sexual exam. After a few more minutes on her pussy and clit she pulled my head away again shouting, "Fuck you son," and let go of another gusher saying, "Let's get some fucking done."

She stood on the bed and said, "Lie down son, I'll be back."

I lay flat on my back as I watched her go over to her husband, she was fingering herself, as she got to his head, she frantically rubbed her clit, she flicked off her bra and thong that lay there, and then let go of a squirt right on his face. He did not move; he seemed dead to the world.

Then she did something peculiar, she kissed his head and went to his trousers. She undid his belt, flies and button pulled down his trousers and underwear just enough to expose his limp, flaccid, white dick. She looked over to me and said, "Before I let you fuck me I need to suck my hubby's dick, sort of an agreement that we have."

She sucked his dick for a minute or two, and then surprisingly he grunted, and grumbled, "Uhh... Morning dear!"

He stroked her head with one hand, never opened his eyes as she continued to suck him off for another couple of minutes, I looked on in amazement.

I could see clearly that he was still flaccid as Vanessa let his dick out of her mouth. She stood and she once again kissed his forehead and said, "Sleep well cuck... I'll wake you when I need you."

Vanessa trotted over to me like she was on a catwalk, got onto the bed and grabbed my cock, she said, "Did you enjoy the show!" She spat on my cock and stroked it, did that several times to make sure it was nice and wet.

She straddled over me, stood on her knees and rubbed my cock-head against her clit and opening. She placed my cock-head into her, a couple of inches, then back out and rubbed it against her clit, then back in. On about the fourth or fifth time, she placed it into her and let go of her hand.

She looked at my cock entering her, she said, "Ready big boy, let mama get some riding done."

She slowly descended, bouncing gently up and down getting more and more into her, on about the fifth bounce she shouted to me, "Fuckin hell you black bastard, there's a lot to get in."

I could feel a dead end hit my cock-head, as she tried harder to get all of me into her. I'm sure she felt it too, she bounced up and down and I was sure I still had an inch out.

She was tight, so fantastically tight, I was happy with the amount of cock I had in her, but Vanessa seemed to crave for more as she plummeted harder and harder down.

Her hands moved off my chest and said, "Give me your hands."

I offered my hands up and she took hold of them... fingers entwined, both hands in mid-air as she bounced up and hard back down. It pained when she came down onto my cock, but there was no way I was going to complain.