Friendly Hotel 2

I woke the next morning stiff and a bit sore. My arse had taken a helluva hammering, my buttocks felt bruised and my muscles ached from being twisted and thrown around the bed. I made my way to the shower and let the hot jets wash the dried cum and pussy juice from my body whilst my muscles tried to unknot themselves.
Heading down to breakfast, I spotted Linda at the reception checking out a customer. She smiled broadly and pointed me through to the restaurant area where I was served by a cute Eastern European girl in a very sexy if traditional white blouse and black skirt. As I washed diwn my tiast with tea, Linda aopeared and sat opposite me.
"Well, I hope we didn't shock you last night. Scratch that, I know we didn't, we found your fabswingers profile and your fabguys profile so we knew exactly what you liked"
"Well I'm glad you did but that's a point, who was "we"? I never saw the guy, I presume it was Phillip?"
Linda laughed, "Oh no, Phil was erm, busy elsewhere last night. I was helped out by one of the other guests, one of our regulars."
I glanced around the room, seeing a mix of salesmen, couples, tourists and a couple of bikers.
"Are you going to give me a clue?" I asked.
"Oh no, it's much more fun to keep you guessing. Maybe it'll make you want to come back for more?"
"Well that's a given, in fact can I extend my stay to tonight too?"
Linda beamed as if her risque marketing had worked.
"And while we're talking about coming back for more..." I leaned in to her, "I really want to taste your pussy again, right now"
"Oh yes, we can arrange that. Follow me"
To my surprise, Linda didn't head towards the bedrooms, instead she led me to the kitchens where two guys were preparing breakfasts whilst the cute waitress bustled back and forth. Even more surprising was when she hitched up her skirt and hopped up onto a stainless steel worktop, spreading her thighs and instructing me to eat her.
The cooks didn't miss a beat and the waitress just grinned, obviously used to the wanton ways of their employer so I dropped to my knees and latched my mouth onto her wet, hungry hole. I shoved my tongue deep into her and let the delicious juices flow into my mouth. My fingers stretched her lips apart and her clit popped out, proud and desperate for attention. As my teeth nibbled her clit, I slid two fingers into her pussy and started rythmically thrusting. Linda was gasping, "Slow down, slow down" but I was determined to be the boss after the way she had dominated me the night before. I slid one well-lubricated finger into her arse as my other two pummelled her pussy. Almost instantly I was rewarded with her orgasm - she convulsed and bucked against my face, wailing "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" and once again I felt her muscles clamp down on me as she came.
I stood up grinning, pleased with myself that I'd made her come so quickly.
"Oh you stupid bastard" she said, to my astonishment. "Why is it that men always think women need to have fingers, thumbs, dildos shoved up them to cum? We don't always need to be penetrated you know" she said angrily.
"Eva! Eva!" She shouted, her chest heaving and her face glistening with sweat. Her legs were still spread akimbo on the steel surface and one hand dropped down to strum her clit. The waitress came through, "Yes boss?" She asked.
"Eva, this is Ben. He's a new guest and he's just made a ham-fisted attempt at eating me out"
I blushed and turned to leave, embarassed.
"Stay!" Linda barked, "Get down on your knees under the edge of this table, watch and learn"
She repositioned herself so her arse was on the edge of the table and I obediently got beneath her. The angle almost killed my neck though so I lay on my back and looked up.
"Eva darling, show him how it's done"