Hotel Futa Pt. 2 [M:40, 50; F:40] [femdom, bi]
It took me a bit to work up the willpower to climb off of the hotel bed and make my way to the bathroom. I guess I didn't want to risk catching a glimpse of my ruined face in the mirror, to see my mouth and cheeks and chin wet with the nanny's cum.
The longer I persisted though, the colder her jizz grew on my skin. And so, at last, I darted for the washroom and buried my face in a towel.
I refused to open my eyes until every drop, every streak had been washed from my skin and hair. And even then, I squinted reluctantly, fearful I had missed a giant glob of her pudding.
There was none. My shirt was ruined though. I couldn't tell what was water and what was cum. I tore it off and flung it to the ground.
Instantly, a pang of fear shot through me. What if the Nanny came back? What if she saw my haphazardly discarded shirt? Would she punish me again?
I shook myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I had paid for this room! What the hell had even just happened? This place was a lawsuit waiting to happen!
That settled it. I would get dressed and have words with the front desk. This was no way to treat paying guests!
I started to throw some clothes on when the phone suddenly rang.
Who was calling me?
I picked up the receiver tentatively.
"......hello?"
"Aww yes," the voice of the front desk receptionist came over the line. "Just checking to see how you enjoyed your meal, good sir."
"My meal?" I repeated dumbly. "What meal? She fed me from her tits!"
"And I trust everything was to your liking?"
"No, it wasn't to my damned liking!" I yelled into the receiver. "I want my money back and I want out of here!"
"Sir," the receptionist spoke in a perfectly calm, infinitely patient voice. "There is a certain breaking-in period with this sort of thing. That's why Hotel Futa has a strict end-of-term refund policy."
"End of term? What does that mean?"
"Certainly sir. It simply states that if you pay for a week, you stay for a week. And at the end of said week, if you still feel the service is unsatisfactory, we will be delighted to refund your payment in whole."
My face turned beet red.
"You're saying I have to stay here the whole goddamn week!"
There was a brief pause on the line as he allowed me to collect myself. Then, he spoke in a more sympathetic tone.
"Sir, it does sound like you're having some difficulty adjusting to our services. Perhaps you would enjoy a visit from one of our trainers?"
"Trainers? Look, I don't want you sending anyone up here again. Especially not another nanny! If I have to stay here a week, I'd prefer to do it alone!"
"Very good, sir," the receptionist said. "I'll cancel all your room services including housekeeping, massage therapy, laundry, meal prep---"
"Hey, wait a minute!" I cut him off. "If I'm gonna be staying here a week, I still need my room cleaned. And what about that other stuff....is that all paid for?"
"It's complimentary sir," the receptionist answered. "Free to all our guests."
"Well hey," I said. "You don't have to cancel all that. Just no more nanny stuff. I don't know what kind of place you're running here."
"Very good, sir," he confirmed. "I'll have one of our trainers stop by your room at once. They should be able to help you better understand our more unique services."
"Okay.....yeah," I gave in. "Cause I don't know what that was all about before, but I prefer not to be manhandled."
"No manhandling, check!" the receptionist said. "I'll be sure and brief your trainer on your expectations."
I dropped the receiver and plopped down on the couch. This whole experience was so....surreal.
I grabbed for the remote and clicked the TV on. To my surprise, it was tuned to porn. I flipped the channel. More porn. I began running through the channels, trying to find at least one non-porn station.
There was none. It was all porn. And then, I noticed something else.
Every sex scene was virtually the same setup. A guy in girly clothes and makeup getting railed by either a large-dicked man, or worse yet, a large-dicked female.
"What the hell?" I said aloud just as there came a knock at my door.
Oh shit! It was the trainer. It had to be, right?
"One moment!" I called out, trying desperately to turn off the TV.
Before I could, my hotel door flung open, and a tall, Amazon-looking blonde strode in toward me.
Most of her hair was tied up in a bun but several long strands of it hung down over her face messily. She wore a tight, black dress that ended prematurely at her thighs. And where it ended, an enormous cock emerged from her crotch, held erect and hard by a cock and ball strap that had her dripping pre-cum in expectation of what she was about to do to me.
"Hey, wait, wait, wait!" I tried to fend her off, but then suddenly she hit me with a tazer, and I sunk to the ground, my whole body shaking.
"I'm Miss Sylvia," she explained sweetly, even as I lay quivering from the electric shock.
"And I'm responsible for your transition training. First things first, we must give you a name." She ran her red-nailed fingertips through my scalp. "I think Suzie sounds right for you. Little Suzie Q. What do you think, Suzie?"
I continued shaking on the ground, vaguely aware that I'd wet myself.
Miss Sylvia seemed to notice my discomfort, and put a finger to my lips.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Suzie dear," she said in an vain attempt to be soothing. "I'm going to get you all fixed up and ready for your first date."
The tall blonde reached down and easily scooped me into her arms. I wasn't a very large guy, about average frame, kind of short. So, it was nothing for her to carry me off to the bathroom.
My muscles still weren't cooperating, so all I could do was watch as she stripped my clothes off and dumped me into the tub. She ran some water and bathed me as it filled up.
She was very thorough, scrubbing hard at my balls and scrotum, even going so far as to lightly penetrate my back hole with her fingers.
She then began lathering up my arms and legs at which point she produced a razor.
