Martinasmith gives a bellboy a sloopy blow job as a tip

The Bellboy’s Ride of His Life

Martinasmith was recreating her favorite fantasy in the privacy of her hotel room. Clad in just a frilly bra and matching panties, she sashayed over to the full-length mirror and checked out her curves. At 28, she still had the trim body of a college co-ed, with perky D-cups, a tiny waist, and round, juicy hips and ass.

She licked her full, ruby lips and smiled at her reflection. “Time to rock this bellboy’s world,” she purred, then giggled naughtily.

Martinasmith had been eyeing the cute bellboy since she checked in yesterday. His chiseled features, broad shoulders, and tight ass in those sexy hotel pants were clearly marked “Fuck Me” signs in her playbook. She was definitely going to make sure he never forgot the errant guest in room 507.

Eager, she bounded over to her bag and dug through for that cute floral dress she’d picked up on Canal Street. The scanty frock was the perfect tease – strappy, checked, and barely covering her ass. Good thing she’d gone commando today.

After redressing in her naughty ensemble, Martinasmith pulled on those strappy, peep-toe Jimmy Choos and checked herself out one last time. “Daaaaamn,” she crooned, admiring her handiwork. “This little minx is gonna make a mess of that bellboy.”

With a swing in her hips, she swished out the door and down to the lobby. To her delight, Mr. Bellman hottie was right there at the desk. He looked up when she approached, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of her. Martinasmith felt her pussy clench with lust at his reaction.

“Well hello there, sexy,” she purred, leaning across the marble counter. “Would you mind coming up and letting me explore my room a bit more? I’m sure a big, strong man like you can handle anything I throw your way.”

The lucky stud cleared his throat and nodded. “Of course, ma’am. Let me just get my key.” He practically sprinted to retrieve it.

In the elevator, his eyes were glued to Martinasmith’s ass, and she could feel the tension coming off him. As soon as the doors opened on her floor, she jauntily led him down the hall by the hand, making sure the dress rose high enough to give him a peek at her pert ass.

Once they got inside her room, Martinasmith didn’t waste any time. She spun on him and said, “I have a special tip for you, darling.”

Before he could respond, she was down on her knees, roughly shoving her hand in his slacks and freeing that huge cock, fully erect already. She licked her lips as she blinked up at him.

“I’m gonna suck you ’til you see stars, Daddy. Gonna drain those big, cum-laden balls real good.” She didn’t give him time to reply before she took him halfway in her hot mouth.

The bellboy moaned and reached for her head, sinking his fingers in that chestnut hair and urging her down deeper. Martinasmith loved a man who took charge. She relaxed her throat and forced herself down to his balls, taking him balls-deep in her gullet.

She made obscene slurping noises as she bobbed up and down his dick, her saliva dripping down his shaft and balls. Her hand reached down to cup and squeeze his sack delicately as she swallowed around his girth.

The bellhop was grunting and panting, lost in the pleasurable sensations. “Holy shit, baby. Miss, I… I can’t…” he groaned, tilting his head back.

But Martinasmith just sucked harder, faster, determined to make him lose his shit. She felt his balls tighten and knew he was close.

With a throaty moan, the bellhop’s knees nearly buckled as he shot long, thick ropes of cum down her eager gullet. Martinasmith didn’t waste a drop, milking and swallowing every bit of his essence with glee.

When he had nothing left, she slowly pulled off his softening flesh, licking her lips with satisfaction. She batted her lashes at him.

“Mmm, you’re welcome, Daddy. I’m sure you won’t forget Miss Smith in room 507. That’s a… Tip to remember!” She winked, stood up, and did a little twirl.

The bellhop looked shell-shocked but immensely pleased. “Thank you, ma’am!” He bowed slightly, collecting himself, and pretty much floated out of the room, whistling a happy tune.

Martinasmith just giggled wickedly to herself. This was definitely how she’d end each day from now on. She flopped onto the bed in glee, her pussy absolutely drenched and throbbing with need. She’d have to take care of that herself… later.

She was looking forward to another round tomorrow, for sure.