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Who are you messing with?
The longer she waited, the angrier and more impatient she got. It had been a grueling tour thus far, a lot of hard work and energetic performances.
The shows had been good, media coverage spectacular. She drained the last of the whiskey from her glass and got up for a refill. A knock came on the door.
“Bell boy!” said a male voice.
“Well, it’s about fucking time!” she spat as she let him in and closed the door. “Where’s my passport? God help you if you took it, because I’ll...”
“I didn’t take it, ma’am, honest,” the bell boy said. “When you were tipping me I saw something flip out of your wallet. I assumed you’d seen it. There it is, under that table.”
Princess Morgana looked to where he was pointing, and saw the booklet under the side table. She walked over and picked it up. A look of combined humility, relief, and embarrassment came over her face.
“Oh my god. The stress and pressure of being on tour. I’m so sorry.”
Her body relaxed, and she hung her head and shook it. Then she looked the bell boy up and down, undressing him with her eyes. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-three, and even in his uniform she could tell he was a fine piece. He was cute!
“Look, I need to make this up to you. What time do you get off work?” she asked, sugar and spice now coating her tone.
“Nine o’clock, but we’re forbidden to hang with guests.”
“You won’t be on the clock after 9 though, will you? At that point, you’re my guest, at my insistence.”
“No, I guess you’re right,” the bell boy said.
“Then be here between 9:00 and 9:30.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
He turned and left. That would be more than enough time to take room service and get cleaned up, she figured.
As she ate she came up with an idea to seduce the hunky bell boy when he returned. In the shower, she thought of this young hunk pleasuring her, and almost got carried away with her fingers.
She wanted to choose something sexy to wear, but didn’t want to come on like a ton of bricks. Her eyes fell on a clinging, long gown.
Cloudy gray in color, the fabric shimmered and hugged the curves of her smooth brown body. It covered a lot but left little to the imagination. Forgoing any underwear, she put it on and relished the silky material sliding over her skin.
I love a man in a uniform
Night fell. Morgana slid the room-darkening curtains aside. The lights of the city below were visible through the sheer curtains beneath. She dimmed some lights in her suite and lit a few candles.
About twenty minutes later, a light knocking came on the door. Morgana smiled to herself, stood up, smoothed out her gown, and walked to the door.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s the bell boy,” answered a male voice.
She undid the locks, let him in, and closed the door behind him.
“Hello! Have a seat,” Morgana said, gesturing to the sofa. “What can I get you to drink? Beer, wine, whiskey, rum?”
“Um, a beer would suit me.”
“Coming right up.”
The bell boy watched as she got a beer out of the fridge and she poured herself a whiskey. Then she sat down with the drinks.
“What’s your name? I didn’t catch it earlier. Ben?” she asked, noticing his name tag.
“Yep.”
“Well, I’m Morgana—Princess Morgana—but you already knew that.”
“I did,” he smiled.
“Ben,” she began, “I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I was rude to accuse you of taking my passport, and I’m sorry.”
She grinned, and he smiled back.
Paying the price
They engaged in small talk for several minutes. Morgana had drained her glass, and she got up to go to the minibar. Ben assumed she was getting a refill, but she set her glass down.
“Can I get you another beer?” she asked.
“No, I’m good, I should head out. I appreciate your apology.”
He stood up to leave as she came back around the minibar.
“Oh? You wouldn’t rather stay and have some of this?”
Turning to face him, she pulled her gown open, revealing her naked, ebony body.
“Fuck,” he responded under his breath, taking in her toned, beautiful figure.
“Exactly. You’re a smart man. Now come here and stand in front of me.”
Not needing to be told twice, he walked around the coffee table and stood in front of her. She dropped to her knees, undid the button on his uniform pants and slid the zipper down.
“I love a man in a uniform,” she said as she fished for his hardening cock. “Especially a hard man in a uniform,” she added as she wrapped her lips around his dick.
Ben gasped as she swallowed his length.
“Mm,” she mumbled around his shaft, “so good.”
With her free hand, she jerked the base of his cock, as she moved up and down on it. She felt it harden further inside her mouth. Her eyes closed, feeling the prominent ridge under the head, and the bulging veins.
At last, she felt her lips at his groin. She looked up into his eyes and noticed they were closed. Slow and methodical, she massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue as she held it deep in her mouth.
Ben gave a deep, loud groan. She grabbed the base of his cock and twisted her hand around it while she sucked.
“Fuck!” Ben moaned.
She moved away from his cock and stared at it. Her pussy felt wet as she took in the globs of spit, the bulging veins, the purplish color.
She leaned down and took his balls in her mouth. He grasped her head. Her tongue swirled over his sac, around and around. Her fingernails raked down over his abs, and then traced a line to his upper thighs.
Tonguing the bottom of his cock at the base, she continued the line around his thigh. Her finger found his asshole and stroked it with a light touch.
“Oh my God,” he whispered as her finger caressed and explored the area.
Standing up, Morgana threw her gown aside and looked him over. She licked her lips and started to help Ben out of his uniform.
Next, she sat on the sofa, spreading wide her long, muscular legs. She gazed at Ben and wondered what he thought as he looked at the black hair between her legs, and the moist folds surrounding her pink interior.
“Come here and service your princess, bell boy,” she said.
Ben knelt on the floor between her legs and gazed at the curly black hair and brown lips before him. Leaning in for a closer look, he spread the lips with his fingers, revealing the pink flesh within.
He stuck out his tongue and ran it up an inner lip, making Morgana moan. She grabbed his head with her hands, liking the contrast between his light skin and her dark skin.
Emboldened, he licked up the other lip to the delicate nub at the top where the lips met. He licked at her clit with tender butterfly flicks. Uncontrollable gasps escaped her, and she felt her juice flow over his chin.
“Baby, yeah—you’re a good lover. Has anyone told you that you’re a good lover?”
Ben responded by putting two fingers in her sheath and fucking her with them.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider.
Morgana felt her juice running out over his fingers. Her breathing grew heavy and rapid, her grasp on his hair became tighter. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, digging in at the same time.
Her moans become quick and guttural, and then she squealed and came, flooding Ben’s face with her juice. Her body thrashed, and then she moaned in deep long sighs as her orgasm subsided.
She relaxed for a moment, and then got up and bent over the sofa.
“Come on, baby, I have a need to be filled.”
Her legs spread and ass stuck up, beckoning him like a sea siren. It was more than an invitation; it was a demand.
“Do me like a dog,” she commanded in a throaty voice.
Ben got up behind her and lined up his cock.
“Now! Come on and fuck me, damn it!”
She was amazed by how easily he slid into her warm, wet, hungry pussy. Her swollen pussy opened for his shaft as he went deeper.
“Enough with the slow sensitive shit! Will you just fuck the shit out of me!” she exclaimed.
Ben pumped harder. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” she shouted.
Ben reared back and gave her what she asked for, and what her pussy was hungry for. He slammed back and forth into her, grasping her hips and plowing her cunt with a fury. Morgana grabbed the cushions and thrust her hips back against him to meet each downstroke, grunting.
“Oh!” she squealed, “you feel so fucking good! Do it, baby, fucking ram me! Yes!”
Ben kept pounding at her pussy. She felt her wetness ooze at the base of his cock. Morgana felt a familiar surge in his rod.
“Cum on my ass!” she hissed in her lust.
Ben lasted only a couple strokes more, then pulled his cock from her sheath. He groaned, and hot globs of sticky cum splashed on her ass. It oozed down the crease and over the dusky brown opening. Morgana moaned and worked the cum inside her hole with her finger, trying to use every drop to lubricate it.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Lots of hot sticky cum, so very good, I love cum. I love cum in me, on me, the messier the better. Now fuck my ass and ring my bell, boy,” she said, and then giggled at her pun.
“But I just came!” Ben said.
“You leave that to Princess Morgana. Get that dick in my ass, now!”
“I’ve never done anal before,” Ben explained.
“Just get it inside me! I know what I’m doing.”
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Ben put the tip of his wilting cock on her opening and tried pushing forward into her. His dick was too slippery and softening, couldn’t make the connection inside her. She fell forward a bit on the sofa. Then she reached her hands back around her and pulled her ass open with two fingers from each hand.
“Do you think you can get it in this hole now? Come on, baby, it can’t get any easier than this! It’s opened up for you!”
He tried again. This time, with her help, they managed to get his cock partway inside her tight opening.
“Yeah, that’s what I want!” she moaned.
She clenched and unclenched her muscles again and again. Her hold on his cock tightened and released, feeling it regain its length and hardness.
“Oh my god,” Ben moaned. “It feels incredible!”
“I told you, I know what I’m doing,” she laughed. “Now fuck me, but not too hard yet.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “You feel so good inside, I can feel you getting harder and thicker.”
“Mm,” Ben moaned as he thrust his cock in and out of her.
Soon he felt that surge again. It burned from somewhere deep inside his loins, aching for release.
“Oh my god!” she squealed. “You got so big, baby! Bang me good, bell boy!”
She rotated her hips around his shaft, wanting to feel every centimeter of him. His hard cock pushed her tight hole open with each stroke.
“It feels so good inside! I’m gonna cum again!”
“Oh yeah, baby, don’t hold back! Give it to me! Give it all to me! Shoot your load in my ass!”
The heat and fire burning from their connection pushed Ben over the edge. He rammed all the way in so their hips almost welded together, and then he came in hard, long squirts.
Morgana buried her head in the cushions. She stifled a scream as she felt the hot jets searing her insides. She came as the first rivulet of cum oozed from her ass and over her clit. Ben groaned and groaned as it seemed his very life-force had shot from his cock and into her tight passage.
Finally his cock slipped out and Ben fell to the floor, panting and exhausted. Morgana slid her hand from the rear into her wet pussy. She frigged her clit using his cum as additional lubricant.
She came again and again, gasping and moaning. She, too, fell forward panting. Neither stirred for some time.
Two tickets to paradise?
At last, Morgana turned and peeked over the edge of the sofa. Ben’s eyes were closed. His belly heaved, his head rolled to one side, and his pubic hair was slick and matted.
She looked at him for a moment, appreciating having laid such a cute young guy, and then said, “Hey, you okay?”
Ben opened his eyes and looked back into hers. He smiled back.
“I am fucking spent,” he said.
“I should think so! But you’ve given me a lot. Filled me up full.”
Ben grinned, and then said, “I think I’d better be going. For real this time.”
“If you keep performing like that, honey, some lucky girl’s gonna have to keep you on a short leash,” she grinned.
Ben smiled as he rolled over and got up from his hands and knees. He stood up, a little wobbly and bow-legged. Morgana followed. As he dressed, she rummaged through a billfold and took out two tickets.
“Here you go—two tickets to the show of your choice, this tour or a future one. Front row seats.”
“Wow, this is excellent! Thanks!”
Her music wasn’t the kind he usually listened to, but he would give it a good chance.
“My pleasure—literally,” she said. “Mm, I can feel it still dripping out of me. You know how to give a woman a good after-tingle, bell boy. Mm. You really rang my bell!”
“You mean you really got off from anal?”
“I do. But not all women do. Most women won’t even try it. You need to be open-minded to some types of pleasure, you know? Then new worlds of sensation will open up for you.”
Ben sat on the sofa to put on his socks and shoes.
“Next time I’m through Cleveland I’ll ask to stay at this hotel again and look you up, okay? I’ll teach you how to be on the receiving end of a strap-on.”
“If my band hasn’t hit the big time too,” Ben smiled.
“There you go, baby, that’s the spirit,” she said smiling.
Ben stood up to leave and headed for the door.
“Wait,” she said, moving up close.
She took his head in her hands and kissed him, slipping in a little tongue for good measure.
Morgana opened the door and Ben stepped out into the hallway.
“Good night, lover, be well,” she whispered.
“Good night,” he replied, walking away.
Morgana closed and locked the door, and then turned for the bedroom. It was after eleven o’clock, and she and the crew would be rising early for the bus ride to Philly. But getting well laid was worth losing sleep for. A girl has to do what she’s gotta do, right?
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