The Night Workers

13 Ocak 2023 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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To describe our marriage as ‘heading for the rocks’ would be a gross understatement. We were ON the fucking rocks, well and truly, with the boat’s timbers letting in water, but neither of us wanting to jump ship and take our chances in the storm-lashed sea.Tim sought sexual solace in his weekly visits to the all-male bathhouse across town, claiming he only went there to tone up his muscles in the steam room. From what I’d heard it was more to get himself sucked off by one of the rent boys who took care of the needs of older members – for a generous tip. For my part, I was perfectly happy with my night-time solo sessions playing with my vibrator and toys.One day on my weekly visit to the supermarket I spotted a brightly-coloured job advert on the store’s community noticeboard. It read: “Are you an insomniac? Occasional night shift work available for experienced Room Service maids. Uniforms will be provided. Generous rates plus gratuities.”What was I waiting for? I’d long had a secret desire to flaunt my stuff in a maid’s outfit; black fishnets, the skimpiest of knickers showing beneath a short pleated black skirt and my 38DDs bubbling out over the top of my partially-unbuttoned blouse like ripe melons. I rang and booked an appointment as soon as I got home.Fridays were always Tim’s visit to the bathhouse, so why shouldn’t I go out and have some fun too? After he’d left, I slipped into the sexiest istanbul travesti outfit I could muster, covered it with a Plain Jane overcoat and drove to the four-star hotel for my interview. I’d imagined it would be a much sort-after appointment, so was mildly surprised to find myself waiting alone in the cavernous reception lobby. Well-heeled (mostly male) guests drifted in and out, many carrying expensive overnight luggage.My reverie – imagining what I’d be willing to do for some of these guys for a generous ‘gratuity’ – was rudely interrupted. “Mrs Metcalf? Mr Giuliani will see you now,” announced a cute Latino page-boy I’d happily have taken home to pleasure me. “Please step this way?” His ass looked so cute in his tight blue pants!The manager stood up behind his huge mahogany desk as I sashayed in. “Please come and sit here.” He gestured to an upholstered chair at the side of his desk.“Why not let the customer see the goods?” I thought to myself, discreetly unbuttoning my overcoat and crossing my legs, with the stockings making a lovely swishing noise.“Ahem… so tell me Mrs Metcalf…”“Dee, please.”“Dee. And have you had any relevant experience in the area of room service?” He loosened his tie a little as if he was overheating.I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them the other way, allowing him a glimpse of my emerald green lace-edged panties. “To tell you the truth, istanbul travesti Mr Giuliani, I’ve usually been on the receiving end – so to speak. But I’m sure I’d quickly get the hang of it. You see it’s the night shift part of the job that appeals to me.”“Why is that?”“My husband is in the army and he’s posted away a lot. He’s in Afghanistan at the moment,” I lied. “The nights seem interminable – which is why the question: ‘Are you an insomniac?’ caught my eye.” I unbuttoned my coat further so that he could check out my green semi-transparent silk blouse. In my haste to leave the house on time, I must have forgotten to put on a bra! He slackened his tie some more.“I see. Well naturally there’ll be an indoctrination session with one of our experienced girls, so that you can get the hang of things. It’s by no means arduous and it sounds as if night work might suit you.”“I’m certainly willing to give it my best shot, Mr Giuliani.”“When could you start, Dee?”“How about next Monday night?”He glanced down at his desk diary and made an entry with his pen. “Perfect! I’ll have Barbara come in to show you the ropes.”It was as easy as that. I couldn’t wait to get into my maid’s uniform!~~~“Are you familiar with the Playboy ‘Bunny Dip?’” my mentor asked, at our indoctrination session in the hotel’s staff room. She was younger than me, with a trim figure and a very feisty istanbul travesti attitude.“I don’t think I am.”“Heffner’s supposed to have invented it as a way of getting his Playboy Bunnies to show off their tits to the customers. And, believe me, yours are quite an asset.”“How does it work?”She stood up and took an empty tray. Facing away from me and holding the tray at her waist, she leaned backwards, before taking an imaginary glass from the tray and setting it beside me on the table. “They won’t be able to take their eyes off yours, sweetie,” she giggled.Since we’d cut straight to the chase, I thought I might as well pursue the theme. “So, is there anything that’s… off-limits, Barbara?”“Call me Babs, darling. No, not unless you’re not keen on what they want you to do. How d’you feel about spanking?”“I rather like it, actually.”“Me too. The older ones seem to get a buzz out of having a naked young woman across their lap. And watersports? A lot of them’ll ask you if you’ll do ‘Golden Rain’.”“Yeah, I’m ok with that. You?”She gave a wicked smile. “Love it, hun. Especially with another woman.”I was having to hastily recalibrate. Here was I, coming along to take a night shift job so that I’d get paid for getting laid – and an attractive young woman is already hinting at mutual spanking, followed by us weeing over each other! “Will you help me try on my uniform?” I asked innocently.“Be happy to.” She stepped behind me and unbuttoned my dress. Then slid her hands round on either side to fondle my breasts for the first time. I closed my eyes and gave a soft moan. “We’ll swop those hold-ups of yours for black sheers with suspenders. They always get excited unclipping a girl’s sussies!”

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