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Released, the cock at that moment jumped up like a liberated mast and danced. The waiter stopped it with his hand and gently began to explore it with his fingers, pulling the skin back towards the root. Pulling it all the way back, he leaned over it and took it fully into his mouth. Dancing his tongue over the cock, he drove the guest to deep sighs of pure pleasure. Immediately taking it deep into his mouth, the waiter brought the guest to the brink of ecstasy

A white Mercedes with a taxi sign turned off the main street and entered the hotel driveway. Crossing over the white gravel, the driver slowly slowed down, stopping the vehicle right in front of the hotel entrance doors. When the car stopped, the driver got out, went to the other side of the Mercedes, and opened the back door. A tall, polished man stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in a light shirt and elegant dark pants, with sporty sunglasses on his head. He looked around, surveying the hotel facade. The doorman approached them and, while the man was paying the taxi driver, took his travel bags. Arriving at the hotel reception, the man, carrying a black leather-bound notebook under his arm, took off his glasses and paused.

- Good day, sir - greeted him the receptionist.
- Good day - the man replied dryly, looking around the hotel lobby.
- I would like a double room - he added.
- For you and... - the receptionist asked, searching for his companion with his gaze.
- Just for me - he answered, adding. - I love comfort and luxury.
- Of course, sir - concluded the receptionist, confused, as the Theater was a prestigious hotel where even ordinary single rooms were so luxurious and spacious that they were sufficient for a family of four. Nevertheless, it was not for nothing that the Theater proudly carried its five stars and the image of a hotel that fully satisfies the often eccentric demands of its wealthy clientele.

- I have heard nothing but the best about this hotel from friends, and they all recommended it to me as an excellent place - the man was telling him, waiting for the receptionist to complete the bureaucratic formalities.
- Well, you know, we provide our guests with full comfort and strive to meet all their desires. And, given the fact that our clientele is demanding, and that they have all left here satisfied and without complaints, it can be said that the guest and his wishes are always our priority, the receptionist replied, lifting his gaze from the pile of papers, observing him. Without sunglasses, he noticed how the guest had a handsome face with regular features and expressive blue eyes, which he was cautiously observing.

- Yes, I heard that you fulfill the wishes of guests, but I am curious how good you are at it - he was watching him carefully.
- Besides the fact that our guests write nothing but praise in the guestbook, we have also received the best reviews from journalists.
Now the receptionist and the guest were looking at each other almost as equals.
- Do you think you are the first hotel that has discreet service, comfortable rooms, or quality food? In this day and age, even hostels almost meet those criteria.

- Believe me, we offer a little more than hostels.
The conversation was becoming increasingly interesting to the receptionist. He sensed that this guest was not one of the usual business people who wanted the typical "bed and breakfast" arrangement, albeit in a slightly more luxurious and comfortable variant.
- I must admit that your service has a pleasant exterior, which is commendable - the guest said to him lasciviously, looking him straight in the face.

- Yes, yes, you have noticed well - the receptionist replied, observing several waiters standing nearby, waiting for guests to take their luggage to their rooms.
After registering the guest in the guestbook, the receptionist called one of them, gave him the room key, and wished the guest a pleasant stay. The waiter took one leather Samsonite bag in each hand. He sighed lightly from their weight, and the muscles in his arms tensed slightly.
- I see that my bags are not a problem for you - the guest said, scrutinizing him.

- You know, in this hotel, guests have a lot of luggage. Mostly heavy suitcases. And if you are not in shape, you can't last long in this job - the waiter replied, carrying the bags to the elevator.
- Believe me, aside from a few small items, there isn't much in the bags. They are heavy enough on their own. It's alligator skin. The suitcases are very expensive and worth more than the goods that have ever been in them.

- Don't worry, I won't drop them. I'm used to carrying heavier things - the waiter said to him in a soothing voice, trying to calm him and prepare him for giving a good tip.
- I'm not worried that you will drop the bags. Even if they fall, they are so quality that they wouldn't get damaged, and, if I may point out, you are strong and I don't believe they will fall. Have you strengthened yourself carrying bags or do you work out somewhere? - he added.

- Well, you know, I don't intend to do this job forever. This way, I am saving money for the acting school I plan to enroll in. And for a while, I was a model, so I paid attention to my body and exercised regularly - the porter replied, entering the elevator. - Your room is on the fifth floor, sir - he added and pressed the button in the elevator.
After placing the bags on the floor, he too, in the narrow space of the elevator, took the time to size up the guest. He was a man in his late thirties, who had a good figure, which he, probably like other people of his stature, maintained by spending days in leisurely tennis afternoons.
- This is my first time in this hotel. I came because friends recommended it to me as an excellent place to stay, and that the service is also excellent - the conversation was more than just small talk to pass the time until they reached the room.
- There is no reason for five stars and a book full of satisfaction - the porter remarked with a smile, observing the guest dressed in a shirt and elegant pants.

When the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the waiter lifted the bags from the floor and at that moment lightly tensed his muscles.
- If you don't have many things in these bags, I must admit they are really quite heavy - he said when he left the bags on the bed in the guest's room, at the guest's request.
- Just some small items - the guest came to him, opening the bags which contained several neatly folded shirts. Taking out the shirts, he placed them on the bed.
- So they don't get wrinkled for no reason - he said to the waiter, who at that moment noticed that beneath the shirts was an enviable collection of vibrators and artificial cocks.
- Ah, it must be one of those ivory gadgets. I mean, when the bag is so heavy - the waiter commented with a smile, curiously examining the numerous tools and aids arranged in the bag, provoking a slightly shy reaction from the guest.

- But you shouldn't be ashamed of that. I've had the chance to see all sorts of things here so far. If only you knew what kind of guests can show up here. And what demands they have - he stated in a quieter voice.
- All sorts? - the guest asked him, now looking at him lustfully.

- Yes - the waiter replied enticingly, turning towards him, noticing how the guest's gaze had already become interested, and the pride in his pants was beginning to rise slightly.
- And we know how to handle it. With everything we have seen here - the waiter added, leaning a little on the bed, continuing to closely watch how the guest's elegant pants were becoming tighter and how the bulge beneath the belt was becoming more pronounced.
- Maybe I can show you something you haven't seen - the guest said hoarsely with desire.
- You can try - the waiter replied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, moving closer to him.

Then the guest stopped talking because he could no longer hold back. He kissed him passionately, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth. He no longer had the patience for this game of wits. Shoving his tongue in, he felt the guest's tongue responding. At first gently, and then more passionately. At the same time, he began to unbutton his shirt and explore the taut muscles of the pliant waiter who did not hold back. The waiter ran his hands over the guest's back, removing the shirt over his strong shoulders.

- Well, you also work out, as I can see - the waiter said between two passionate kisses.
- Yes, yes - the now naked guest was panting, who in the fiery game with the waiter was losing his polish, surrendering to the passions and the urge to satisfy the desires that were growing in his pants.

Then the waiter dropped to his knees, unbuttoning the guest's pants and gently pulling them down his thighs, gently gliding over his firm buttocks. Lowering his pants to his knees, he looked at his swollen cock straining in pants that looked like they would burst at any moment under his pressure. Looking down at the waiter, who was slowly, almost painfully slowly starting to massage his tool trapped in tight underwear, the guest felt like begging him to end this agony, to rip off his underwear and take his pride greedily into his mouth.

- No, please... - the guest cried out in a hoarse voice.
The waiter did not even look at him, as if he had not heard his plea. He just lightly began to massage his cock, still beneath the fabric of his underwear. Gently massaging, he felt the moisture with which the guest's whole body was radiating. He approached him with his mouth, caressed him with his lips, pulled away, and continued to massage, touch, and caress. The guest fell back onto the silk bedspread, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips forward, offering his pride to the waiter with his mouth, who then finally pulled off his underwear. Released, the cock at that moment jumped up like a liberated mast and danced. The waiter stopped it with his hand and gently began to explore it with his fingers, pulling the skin back towards the root. Pulling it all the way back, he leaned over it and took it fully into his mouth. Dancing his tongue over the cock, he drove the guest to deep sighs of pure pleasure. Immediately taking it deep into his mouth, the waiter brought the guest to the brink of ecstasy. Sensing this, and not wanting to prematurely end the game of satisfaction, the waiter pulled away, running his tongue over the guest's chest and cheeks. Reaching his mouth, he continued to kiss him. Their mouths connected, and their hands continued to explore the muscles, their tensions, and bulges.

Naked, they lay next to each other on the bed, bending under the waves of excitement and pleasures that flowed through their taut bodies like electricity. Caressing the waiter, the guest gently turned him away from himself and pushed him into a doggy position. Setting him up, he approached him from behind, quickly reaching for the suitcase that lay open at the edge of the bed. From the bag, he took some Vaseline and returned to the waiter, who was obediently waiting in a kneeling position. The guest gently spread the waiter's anus with his fingers, squeezed some Vaseline into his palms, rubbed them, and began to gently massage his opening, going deeper with his fingers. After a short play, in which he greased the waiter's opening, he approached him from behind, gently placed his hot cock against his tight anus, and, through the walls smeared with Vaseline, began to enter him, holding the waiter's muscular hips with his slippery hands. The waiter writhed with every inch the guest penetrated him. Once inside, the guest began to pull out and push back, at first slowly, sending waves of tingles and pleasures through both their bodies. Soon the rhythm quickened, becoming faster and faster with each entry and exit. With it, the panting intensified, which then turned into gasping cries.

- Ah, ah, faster, fuck me, ah - the waiter moaned, arousing the guest even more with each cry. The cock in the waiter's ass was already ready to explode inside him.

The guest leaned over the waiter, pushing his chest and head lower, rising slightly above him. Hitting him from above, he continued to fuck him, slapping his balls against his ass, which was already glistening with sweat. Dropping down faster into his hole, the guest almost screamed while the waiter squealed with pleasure and sharp stabs through his nose with gasping cries. Entering him, the guest felt his tool almost bursting and that it was about to spill over the waiter, so before climaxing, he quickened the pace a little more, bringing the waiter to ecstasy as well.

The mixed panting and the plastic slapping of balls against the ass paused for a moment, and then the guest spilled into the waiter. After thrusting into him several times while spilling over him, as if he wanted to transfer a part of the pleasure he experienced with each release into him, the guest pulled the waiter back strongly with his hands, wanting to enter as deeply as possible in the last moments of pleasure. Beneath him, the waiter, propped up and glistening with sweat, felt filled by the guest who was still lying on his back, and still with slow, increasingly slower rhythmic movements, was entering him, releasing the remnants of himself that had not erupted in the explosion in which they both experienced their climax together. With the last movements, they both fell on their sides, remaining embraced and connected by their bodies.

- It was wonderful - the guest said to him, hugging him from behind.
- Yes, I feel so fulfilled - the waiter replied through laughter, as his muscular body began to relax from the tension.
- Excellent service - the satisfied guest replied.
- What rating will you give us? - the waiter asked him after a brief shared laugh.
- How you... - the guest was taken aback.
- We immediately recognize hotel service evaluators - the waiter interrupted him, turning towards him and still smiling.
- Well, besides the quality of service, its quantity is also evaluated - he replied mischievously, eyeing the guest's naked body with one eye, and the set of tools and equipment in the bag next to them with the other.