Claire from Guest Services

My fingers danced across my swollen clit, the gentle pressure sending shivers down my spine as the phone on the nightstand rang out, shattering the peaceful morning solitude.

I reached out, my hand slipping on the receiver as I snatched it off the hook, my voice a husky whisper as I spoke into the phone.

“Hello?”

“Miss Donovan, this is Claire from Guest Services,” a sultry voice purred on the other end of the line, sending a thrill through me.

“Y—yes?” I stuttered, my fingers slowing their rhythmic motion as I listened intently.

“We’ve been watching you, Miss Donovan,” Claire continued, her voice weaving a spell of anticipation around me. “We noticed you’ve been…indulging in a little morning pleasure.”

“Mmm…yes,” I breathed, my fingers hesitating as I waited for Claire’s next words.

“We’d like to offer you a special service,” Claire said, her voice dripping with promise. “A service that caters to your specific…needs.”

“O—oh?” I stammered, my fingers trembling as I waited for her response.

“Yes, Miss Donovan,” Claire purred. “We have a gentleman who specializes in…certain types of pleasure. And we think he might be just what you need this morning.”

“Mmm…yes,” I moaned, my fingers slipping back into motion as I felt a wave of excitement wash over me.

“So, are you interested in our special service, Miss Donovan?” Claire asked, her voice husky with anticipation.

“Y—yes,” I stuttered, my fingers moving faster as I waited for Claire’s next move.

“Excellent,” Claire purred. “We’ll send him up to your room straight away. In the meantime, I want you to keep playing with your…clit. Keep yourself nice and wet for him.”

“Mmm…okay,” I breathed, my fingers moving in tandem with the rhythmic pulse of my clit as I waited for the stranger to arrive.

My body convulsed with pleasure as the bull’s cock slid deeper, triggering a massive orgasm that left me breathless and shaking. My pussy instinctively milked him for every last drop, desperate to savor every moment of the intense sensation.

“Oh yes, good girl!” Claire’s faint voice whispered in my ear, but I barely registered it as I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

As the bull withdrew his cock, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a deep satisfaction. My body was limp and still, sated from the intense pleasure. I lay there, unmoving, as he cleaned himself up and got dressed next to the bed.

Without a word, he left, and I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the moment still lingering within me. A nap sounded like the perfect way to recharge after a fuck like that.

“Eh hem, Miss Donovan?” Claire’s voice cut through my haze, and I opened my eyes to respond.

“Mmm, yes, Claire?” I said lazily, still rubbing the lingering warmth of the bull’s cum into my pussy lips and clit.

“Would you like to schedule another servicing for the same time tomorrow?” Claire asked, her tone professional as always.

“Actually, what do you have available for this afternoon?” I asked, my voice still husky from our recent encounter.

As I waited for Claire’s response, I couldn’t help but wonder who I’d be servicing next, and just how intense the experience would be.

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