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   True Confessions of a Bellhop

   By Katrina



  
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   I was 18 years old and had just begun attending San Jose State
University.  I'm about 5'2" tall, and weigh about 115lbs.  I have auburn
hair and brown eyes.  College cost more than I thought and so I was quickly
forced to take a night time job to pay for living expenses.  My summer
money and a scholarship were enough to handle tuition and books and housing
cost.  I needed money for food and clothing and gas.

   Jobs were hard to come by then in San Jose.  I was finally hired at the
Hilton Towers downtown.  I think I was hired partly because the manager was
afraid that I would claim discrimination if he didn't, and partly cause he
liked the idea of having a young girl on his staff.  I would be the only
female bellhop in the hotel.  Like I said, it wasn't a great job, but not
much else was available with the kind of hours I needed in order to work
and attend school as well.

   I was half through my shift one night, 2am, when this tall,
distinguished looking man came into the lobby.  It was my turn to take a
baggage run so I retrieved his luggage from his car and put it on a cart.
By the time I was inside and going for the elevator, he was signed in and
also getting on.

   He was going to the 22nd floor.  On the way up he was friendly and
wanted to chat.  Being friendly and talking usually means a bigger tip so I
spoke with him.  He asked about my being the only girl on the bell staff,
my age, learned I was going to school and working to feed myself, and that
we were paid only minimum wage.

   We reached his room and I pushed his luggage in and then went through
the little speech we're all trained to give.  "The fire escapes are this
way ...dial this for room service and the desk" all that.  While I talked I
noticed he was looking me up and down, sizing me up.  When I was done he
reached into his pocket and pulled out a money clip full of bills.

   "I'm going to be perfectly frank and honest with you." he said, "My
normal tip for bell service is $10, and that's what you'll get regardless
of what else you say to the suggestion I want to make."

   He handed me a ten dollar bill.  My brain said "he's gonna offer money
for a fuck." I'd already had those offers.  I'd turned them all down. 
Mainly because I am not a whore, and do not want to be.  Also the others
were unattractive fat married men.  At least this guy was handsome, and he
wasn't married, at least he wore no ring, nor had a tan mark there.

   "I promise you," he said quickly, "that it's not what you're probably
thinking, at least not totally."

   That caught me by surprise.  "Then what is it you are going to suggest?"
I'm curious by nature and just had to at least ask before I turned him
down.

   "You are a very pretty girl, very lovely.  I'd love to see more of your
beauty.  I do not want you to do anything you feel immoral or illegal.  I
will sit over here." He sat on the chair by the window.  "I'll stay right
here, I wont try to touch you, I'll just look."

   "Look at what?" I raised my eye brows.

   He gave a small smile and pulled a twenty out of his money clip, "This
is yours if you take your top off." Looked at him, determining if he was
really serious, he was.  I began to think.  Should I just bolt?  But he
wasn't threatening.  He was asking very politely, and he was sitting in the
chair all the way across the room.  Twenty dollars would buy gas for a week
and at least one or two meals at school.  Twenty dollars just to take my
vest a blouse off and let him see me in my bra?

   He actually gave out a small sigh as I slipped my Hilton vest off and
set it on the bed.  My clip on bow tie followed.  He watched quietly and
intently as I undid one button and then the next.  Before I knew it, I had
done it.  My shirt was on the bed and he was looking at my bra clad
breasts, and my exposed cleavage.

   He smiled, "You are beautiful.  I'd bet your legs are smooth and lovely.
Do you think you could show them to me as well?" Another twenty joined the
first.  Forty dollars would stock me in groceries for the next few weeks
and keep the car gassed up for about as long.  My shoes slipped off, then
my socks.  Holding my breath and feeling a little adrenaline jolt in my
tummy, I undid my belt and zipper and let my pants slip to the floor.  I
stood in front of him dressed in only my white bra, and my blue lacy
panties.

   About this time I noticed that he had a lump in the front of his
trousers.  For some reason I found this to be a turn on.  Knowing this
handsome older man was being physically aroused by me in my underwear was
getting me a little wet!  "Thank you so much" he said, "I was correct to
think that you were very pretty.  You have a wonderful young body.  You
have done so much for me already, but I wonder if you'd care to go a little
farther."

   "What do you mean by farther?" I asked him, still facing him in my
undies.

   "As you can see, your body had aroused me." He indicated the bulge in
his pants, "If it wouldn't offend you, I'd enjoy it if you'd let me touch
myself while you stood there.  Perhaps you could let me see the wonderful
breasts you have hidden in your bra." The bill he slipped out this time was
a fifty.

   Ninety dollars would keep me in groceries, gas, and other items for a
month.  I could earn it just by letting a man stroke himself and look at my
naked breasts.  I reasoned that it shouldn't be a problem.  I'd never see
him again once he was gone from the hotel, what harm could it do.

   I nodded as I reached back for the clasp in my bra.  As I did he undid
his pants and pulled down the zipper.  His cock was fairly long and very
slender.  He was circumcised, and it was just a little bit larger around
than a large cigar, but I'd guess that it was over seven inches long.  His
right hand stroked it up and down as my bra slid forward.  My breasts are
36DDs, and when I freed them they dropped down a bit and swayed.

   He stroked harder and faster, watching the cool air of the room make my
nipples hard.  I have large nipples, that are not dark but really stick out
and the areolas wrinkle up when their aroused.  By this time I have to
admit, I was aroused myself!  This guy, though probably in his mid fifties,
was very good looking.  The fact that my getting more and more naked was
turning him on, made me turned on too.  He reached for the money clip again
and I knew what was coming.  "My dear, if you get completely nude and let
me look at you until I cum..." He held up another fifty.

   $140 dollars to see me naked.  I've been a bit of an exhibitionist
anyway, but now I could feed and take care of my needs for at least two
months!  I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them
off.  My pussy has a patch of light brown pubic hair that I keep trimmed
for my bikini line.  He was looking at my bush and stroking hard and fast.
My lips were open and pussy juice was glistening on them.  I decided, right
out of the blue, if this guy wants to get off by watching me, then I may as
well give him something to look at.

   I sat on the bed, facing him, my feet on the floor.  With a smile I
spread my thighs and slid my right hand over the nipple of my left tit, and
then down toward my pussy.  He moaned and jerked his cock faster as he saw
two

   finger enter my pussy.  I sawed my hand back and forth, using my free
left hand to go back and forth to each breast.  I rubbed my tits, twisting
my nipples between my fingers.  All the while I had two fingers going in
and out, very fast now, into my pussy.

   We were like that for about five or ten minutes, facing each other, both
jerking off.  He let out a gasp and I smiled and fingered myself harder as
I watched many thick and strong bursts of white cum shoot out of his cock.
My pussy juice leaked all over my hand as my stomach and hips shook
violently, my pussy fluttering around my fingers.

   He thanked me several times as we both caught our breath.  I dressed and
washed up.  It had been thirty minutes since we had entered his room, I had
to get back down stairs to keep my boss from getting suspicious.  As I was
walking out the door he put money in my hand and then kissed it, saying
thanks to me once again.  In the elevator I looked at the money.  It wasn't
the group of twenties and fifties he had waved.  Instead it was two crisp
and new hundred dollar bills.  Not a bad tip for a little peep show.

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