Hotel Futa [M: 40, F: 35] [Femdom]
******* Some of you are going to hate this. This is fantasy erotic about a dominant futa nanny. It contains depictions of adult breastfeeding, spanking, and facials. Just felt like writing it for the hell of it. *********
"Welcome to the lovely Futa Hotel! We hope you enjoy your stay! What kind of room would you like?"
I shot the receptionist a puzzled look.
"I just need a room for a week," I said. "Nothing special."
"Oh, but of course!" the thin, wiry man said with a wink and a smile. "You'd like something discreet. Are you interested in a dungeon theme, perhaps?"
"What? No!" I said, startled at the suggestion. "Look, I just need a room. A basic room where I won't be disturbed."
The man was unfazed, his smile never leaving his lips. "I read you, sir. You must be wanting one of our nanny-themed rooms."
"Nanny-themed?" I hoped I looked as confused as I felt.
He nodded emphatically. "Oh yes! It's our quietest, most soothing option we offer. A nanny will be assigned to your room who will check on you regularly and see to it that all your needs are cared for."
I was kind of done with all this.
"You know what, sure. I'll take it."
"Very good, sir," the receptionist said and then walked me through the payment before giving me the key to my room.
I hopped in the elevator and rode it up five flights, strode down several halls and eventually found the door to my room.
This was a really strange hotel. The walls must have been paper thin because all I heard as I was looking for my room number was endless moaning, grunting, even yelling. There were a lot of people having sex in this place!
Odd since it wasn't exactly cheap. The guy had charged me over a grand for just a week's stay.
My room was a nicely furnished suite with a living room and separate bedroom area behind a closed door.
I settled in, started to relax when I realized how hungry I suddenly was.
I picked up the phone, dialed the front desk, and asked if they could send up some room service.
I immediately recognized the voice of the receptionist.
"But of course, sir. I'll send your nanny right up."
I hung up and decided to dress down a little. I was still in my work clothes from the conference I'd been attending.
I got down to just socks, boxers, and a T-shirt when there was a knock at my hotel door.
I answered it, surprised to find a tall, broad-shouldered woman standing there with a pleasant smile on her face.
She looked to be in her mid-thirties with long, blonde hair and a pair of wire spectacles that gave her a motherly look.
She wore a pink, skimpy piece of lingerie that somehow barely managed to contain her enormous breasts. Barely even covered her ass.
Her long, meaty legs ended in a pair of hot pink heels.
"Time to eat, dear!" she sang out, then swiftly barged past me into my room.
"Uhhhhh hey," I said, trying to keep up with her as she began inspecting my suite, disappearing into the bedroom.
I followed her inside to find that she had stopped where I had changed and was giving me a severe look.
I had thrown my work clothes on the ground without really thinking about it.
"This just will not do," she said, shaking her head. "I come up here to give you a fresh, hot meal, and this is how you thank me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, realizing she was referring to my mess. "I'll pick those up."