Hotel Breedfast

You just woke up expecting breakfast. A knock at the door. It opens. The cart rolls in. Silver dome, and a folded napkin. She positions it at the foot of your bed.

“Your breakfast, sir.”

You sit up. “What’s on the menu today?”

“Me.”

She lifts the dome. The plate underneath is empty.

“How would you like it served, sir?”

“On the cart,” you say.

She unbuttons her blazer. Skirt unzips and falls. Tights peeled to mid thigh, panties with them. The name tag stays. Kim, in tiny silver letters. Bun still perfect.

She climbs onto the cart. Sits at the edge. Spreads her knees. Pussy already glistening.

“Bon appétit”

You drop to your knees and start eating her out. Her thighs lock around your head. She bites her hand to stay quiet. She doesn’t stay quiet. She cums in three minutes and you savor it.

“Sir.”

“Mhmm?”

“Want to start with the main course?”

You stand. Cock already throbbing. She wraps her legs around you, hooks her ankles. You push in to the base. She braces a heel on the silver tray. Tight, soaked, gripping.

“Where would you like it, sir?”

“Inside.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

“Then, breed me sir,” she breathes. “Fill me up with your cum.”

You fuck her hard against the cart. The silver dome falls to the floor. When you cum you push deep and hold. She stays under you, milking it, mouth open, and keeping you inside.

“Anything else, sir?”

“I want seconds.”

She smiles. Cum already running down the inside of her thigh.