M. Pelletils: The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

Standing before him I thought about the things Sue and I had just recently found out about each other. I thought about the things we could still do with one another if he only had a heart and didn't sack me. Actually I should say: “If he only had a hard-(on).” And this is what I was hoping for. Maybe he wanted to have some fun with me himself, after he had watched me jack-off. If that was the case… But he looked so severe and upright behind his desk.

“Do sit down on that couch over there, if you please, Miss… er…!”

Sitting down, I told him my name.

“Well now, Mitzy, what kind of place do you think we are running here? This happens to be one of the best hotels in town. Some people are kind enough to assure us it is the best. We have a more than excellent reputation. You were very lucky to get a job here, especially since this is your first job and we can't have young, inexperienced girls like you turning this place into a sort of brothel. You violated one of the first rules in the hotel business by spying on the guests. People expect some privacy for the prices they have to pay here and all of us here are to do our best to give it to them. Now: you were spying on two newlywed people and without a doubt they must have been doing something so exciting that you lost control over yourself, but that is quite beside the point. You just can't go into the guests' rooms and look at their sex life thinking you might as well have a little sex yourself. Not even if it is self-inflicted. You could have gone up to your room and done there whatever you felt you needed to do. Now you tell me everything that happened to make you lose your self-control, not forgetting a single item, and I will see if there is any excuse for your scandalous misbehavior. Because I know you were misbehaving, for I clearly saw you finger yourself and that's not exactly the right way to behave in other people's bathrooms. Especially when the people who have paid for these rooms are in their bedroom, enjoying their honeymoon.”

I started to tell him everything I had seen, forgetting however to explain why I was up on that floor at that particular hour of the night. I paid very much attention to the details in my story, hoping this would turn him on, so he couldn't be too severe on me afterwards. Going over the lascivious scenes I had watched not too long ago once more made me feel all excited again.

I shifted myself uneasily on the couch and involuntarily I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together. Doing this resulted in making my cunt itchy and starting the juices to flow. I kept this up for some time but realized I couldn't go on doing it. I would be coming right under his eyes. And I just didn't want to do this right now. I could see he was getting interested in me now and if I worked hard enough on it I was sure I could turn his interest into something more substantial. I noticed from the look in his eyes he was just as interested in sex, yes, maybe even more obsessed by it, than I was myself. So let him get interested some more I thought, as I was getting hungry for his cock.

I uncrossed and opened my legs to give my pussy some air. It was burning so much. My dress crept up over my knees, but I didn't bother to bring it down again. My boss was looking at my legs intently now and I didn't want to distract his attention from my person. I wanted to make him pay more attention, because my story was almost coming to an end. He had fixed his eyes to my black, nylon-clad legs and a look of lust had replaced his former grimness. His hands had disappeared under his desk and I was sure he was playing with his cock. Things were certainly turning to my advantage.

When I had finished my story he looked away from my legs and came from behind his desk. His fly was closed but in his trousers his rock-hard prick clearly showed itself. So he was excited again and I was certain now that I could lure him into lovemaking. Afterwards, he could hardly sack me… could he?

He went over to a chair directly opposite the couch I was sitting on, or I really should say, the couch where I was half lying.

“After hearing your story I can fully understand your excitement, Mitzy. I think I can hardly do anything else than pardon your conduct. Due to the circumstances it wasn't too scandalous after all. Tell me, do you feel randy again after reliving your story?”

Now that I had him where I wanted I decided not to be too hesitant about my words and expressions.

“Oh yes sir,” I told him. “I'm dripping wet between my legs and I think I know what I want. If you don't mind I think I'll go up to my room now and give my cunt a quick rub. Yes, I think I have to masturbate again.”

“Wouldn't you prefer to get a dick shoved up that hot pussy of yours?” he said, opening his fly.

His tremendous hard-on popped out of his trousers as if it was spring-loaded. The foreskin still covered the huge head of his cock, but reaching out with an eager hand, I soon brought a change in this situation. Clasping my hand tightly around the fat stem I pulled the loose skin back. It was certainly a fine cock he had, not so much of a whopper as the one I had seen not too long ago in the bridal suite, but it was well proportioned in length and circumference.

Bending over he raised the hem of my dress and my dripping slit came within easy reach of his hand. Delightfully caressing the outer cunt lips for a while, he then stood up from his chair and laid himself beside me on the couch. There wasn't too much room on the couch, but I still managed to masturbate him to his liking. Slowly and caressingly I jacked him off while he stuck a finger deep in my cunt.

Since I love to be frigged till a spend before I'm fucked I let him do as he wanted, and besides, he also seemed to love a mutual masturbation and I wouldn't mind to see his spunk fly from his prick, brought forth by my hand. Both of us were extremely randy and it didn't take us too long to start our combined love calls.

“Go on… go on…” I urged him to frig me faster. “Frig my cunt, you darling man… masturbate me… make my pussy come… let my spunk flow… I need it… I need it. Make me cream… jack me… wank… frig… suck my tits…!”

This last I could easily say because he had opened the top of my dress and was fumbling with my breasts. The nipples had hardened and I wanted them to be sucked into his mouth. I wanted him to pull at them with his teeth… make them hurt… delightfully torture me! He did as I had asked him to do and I doubled the speed of my hand on his cock, making him groan in lust and maybe also in pain for I was treating his dong rather roughly.

“Come on, you little bitch, jack me off… masturbate me… my prick is almost bursting… I want to shoot my sperm over your hand… it's almost coming… bursting from my cock… Oh my God… you do it so nicely… tickle my balls with your other hand… yes, that's it… knead them… wring the spunk from them… to the last drop… pinch my bag… scratch it… I'm almost there… at the top of the rainbow… I'm coming… coooooming… cooooo…”

“So am I, my darling… I'm also creaming… don't you feel my cunt-juice over your fingers… oh, I'm so fucking wet… so fucking wet… it's dripping from my cunt… so much of it… so much of it… frig me… faster. I'm there… creaming… creaming… spunking… oooooooohhhhh…!”

It was a rather wet mess on the couch after this, our spunk mingling on the leather as it dipped from my slit and from his slackening prick.

He rolled from the couch and seated himself on the floor beside it. Leaning his head against my bent knee, he took a little rest. I had my eyes closed, gathering some strength for another round of lovemaking. He still had to fuck me, for that is what he wanted to do in the first place.