Chapter 4
"Stand at attention, Mrs. Lanier!" Max Thompson commanded, a trace of amusement on his face.
Still attired in her humiliating, too short chambermaid outfit, black stockings and pumps, Barbara Lanier miserably obeyed the mortifying command. The well-to-do woman had just completed the degrading work assignment her captor had given her, and felt quite tired from so much enforced activity. Fearful for her daughter's safety and convinced that her tormentor would stop at nothing, she kept telling herself that there was no choice but to submit to his humiliating demands, no matter how unreasonable.
"I've just completed inspecting your work, Mrs. Lanier," Max told her. He was holding a yardstick that Barbara found more than a little disconcerting. "Not nearly good enough, I'm afraid," he went on, consulting a scrap of paper where he had apparently made some notes. "Room 221: bath tub dirty. Room 217: beds not made properly. Room 214: not dusted. And so on and on. I'm afraid you require some discipline!"
Barbara gulped and wanted to protest. Holding the yardstick menacingly in his hand, Max walked around looking at her disapprovingly.
"Roll those stockings down, Mrs. Lanier!" he directed, pointing with the yardstick toward her shapely legs. "Very neatly and clear to the ankles!"
"W-what are you going to do?" Barbara stammered, puzzled by the unusual request and trying not to think about the embarrassment of rolling her nylons down in front of him.
"You'll find out!" Max told her. "Hurry up!"
Blushing and trying very hard to pretend he was not present, Barbara complied with the embarrassing order. Max watched with obvious appreciation as black nylon slowly departed from milk white flesh. A few moments later Barbara, blushing hotly from the embarrassing experience, stood in front of her captor with her nylons rolled neatly to her ankles.
"Now turn around and hold your uniform up with both hands!" Max demanded.
Having no doubt what he planned to do with the yardstick, Barbara haplessly obeyed. The humiliation of it all brought tears to her eyes and she was finding it difficult to maintain her composure. A tongue-in-cheek look of amusement on his face, Max moved to a position in back and to the left of her with the yardstick extended. His eyes quickly noted the swelling curves of her calves and the tapering fullness of her thighs, carnation white and contrasting vividly with her rolled black stockings.
"Now, hold still, Mrs. Lanier!" he told the once proud woman, measuring the yardstick carefully against her bare calves.
Determined not to give him any satisfaction, Barbara stood grimly but fearfully awaiting the humiliating chastisement. At times, it all seemed so bizarre that she could hardly believe that it was really happening to her. Swish! Whack! The whippy yardstick, landing across both calves with a fiery kiss, jarred her back to reality.
"Ow!" Barbara involuntarily exclaimed through clenched teeth although she quickly realized that the sting was more humiliating than physically painful.
"Hold still, Mrs. Lanier," Max directed, his demeanor making it quite apparent that he was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to dominate and discipline the attractive matron.
Tears of humiliation dripping down her cheeks, Barbara stood meekly holding her blue uniform up to expose her bare legs. Thwack! Whack! Slap! Max disciplined the backs of her legs and thighs with the yardstick, flicking it at various angles and watching the red lines quickly form. The cumulative effect of the switching produced a hot, uncomfortable sensation that left Barbara biting her lips and resisting a temptation to stamp her feet up and down.
"Mmmmm! Oooooh!" Barbara exclaimed, trying her best not to display any reaction to the abusive mistreatment. Oh, this is awful, she told herself. I can't believe anyone would treat me this way! He's so sadistic!
Although Barbara Lanier was not aware of it at the moment, Max had something in mind for her that was far more humiliating than the mild physical punishment he was administering. Abruptly discontinuing the switching, he stepped back for a different view of the attractive woman's shapely but switch-reddened legs.
"Now I have a very challenging assignment in store for you, Mrs. Lanier!" he said, turning her around so that he could see her face. "Our bellboy is doubling as desk clerk right at the moment. I want you to go down there and seduce him right on the spot!!! Perform any sex act he wants!!!"
"What?" Barbara could hardly believe her ears. Her knees nearly buckled and she stared incredulously at her tormentor.
"You heard me, Mrs. Lanier!" Max told her with a sadistic grin.
"Oh, no, you couldn't!" Barbara protested. "Oh, don't make me do something like that!" For a moment the aristocratic woman was tempted to drop to her knees to beg her captor to spare her that degradation. "Please, I couldn't possibly do something like that! Oh, please! People will see ... "
"You have no choice!" Max replied. "Things can get a lot rougher for you if you don't cooperate," he added in a quietly menacing voice.
Once again Barbara knew she had no choice but to obey her fiendish tormentor. "I can't go down to the lobby looking like this!" she protested, looking downward at the blue chambermaid uniform and rolled down stockings. The hapless woman reached down as if to roll up her stockings.
"No, no," Max stopped her. "Leave them down. After all, you may be down on your knees and you wouldn't want to get a run in them!"
"Ooooh!" Barbara couldn't conceal her disgust at the vile implications of his words.
"Go on!" Max told her. "You ought to consider yourself lucky. The bellboy who's on duty now is young enough to be your son!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara flashed her captor a hate-filled look as she haplessly departed on the degrading assignment.
Don Porter, the nineteen-year-old bellboy on duty at the front desk, blinked with obvious surprise. It was the first time he had seen a white woman wearing the blue cotton chambermaid uniform. Moreover, her hotly blushing face, bare legs and rolled down stockings created a mildly comical yet sexually intriguing effect. Although he had never seen her before, he knew at once that the embarrassed woman was the involuntary guest his employers had told him about.
"Maids are normally not allowed in the lobby," he said in a sarcastic voice as Barbara approached the desk.
Embarrassed beyond description and continually looking around to see if anyone was watching, Barbara felt completely tongue-tied as she stood at the desk before the teenager bellboy.
"What is it?" Don asked, quite amused by her obvious embarrassment. "Like I said, maids aren't allowed in the lobby. This is a high class joint, you know!"
Barbara gulped at his insulting words. "I suppose you know why I'm here," she spoke in a persecuted voice.
"Why, I haven't the slightest idea," he replied in an amused voice.
"Please, don't make me say it!" Barbara spoke out impulsively, hoping he would not prove to be as mean as the motel proprietor. Like many women of her age and background, she found the idea of aggressively approaching a member of the opposite sex highly brazen and almost unthinkable. Her cheeks were burning furiously and she was keeping her eyes demurely lowered.
"Say what?" Don asked, grinning at her and making it quite apparent that he was enjoying her discomfiture.
"Well, I'm here...." Barbara really didn't know what to say. "I mean ... Y-you can do w-whatever you want ... "
Don would have loved to have forced her to be more specific, but the well built teenager could see that that would be quite a protracted affair. "Why don't you just come around behind the desk?" he said, smiling like a cat who had just trapped a mouse.
Feeling weak in the knees and hastily looking around to see if others were present, Barbara entered through the gate that separated the check-in desk from the rest of the lobby. Don seated himself casually at the chair behind the desk and looked with amusement at the miserable older woman. He did not fail to discern that her shapeless uniform covered an attractive figure.
"How'd you like to have a snack?" he asked with a bemused grin.
Barbara was afraid to answer.
"Let's say, a nice juicy meat and cream sandwich!" Don suggested, relishing his own lewd choice of words.
"Oooooh!" Barbara gasped with disgust, her knees growing weak under her.
"Go on!" Don suggested, spreading his legs and pointing downward. "Why don't you just open this up and see what you find there!"
"Oooooh!" Barbara gasped, once again casting a quick glance around the lobby. Fortunately, there was no one in sight. "Not here! I never heard-"
"Come on!" Don coaxed, pointing downward.
"Oh, how filthy!" Barbara shuddered. The hapless matron noticed the anticipatory curve that was already starting to form in the young man's red uniform trousers. "I've never ... I'm a respectable woman! I couldn't do ... "
The young bellboy found her attitude amusing. "Come on, Mrs. Lanier," he said with a wide grin. "It's about time you had some cock in your mouth! All the girls are doing it these days, and there's no reason why a woman your age couldn't learn!"
"Ooooh!" Barbara was too outraged to reply. Yet at the same time she wondered if there weren't some truth in what he said.
"Come on!" Don pointed downward once again. "If you're going to force me...." Barbara exclaimed in a despairing voice, casting a martyred look at her adolescent tormentor as she knelt before him. As her bare knees came into contact with the floor, for some reason she recalled Max Thompson's earlier remark about the necessity of keeping her stockings rolled down. Blushing a deep magenta, the attractive matron gulped more than once as she stared at the masculine bulge in the young bellboy's trousers.
"Go on, take it out of my pants yourself!" Don instructed with an amused look on his face.
"Oooh, please!" Barbara protested. The very idea of behaving in such a shamelessly aggressive fashion was exquisitely degrading to the sheltered, inexperienced woman.
"Quit stalling!" Don told her. "Come on!"
Embarrassed nearly to tears and working with fumbling fingers, the hapless older woman worked the young man's zipper downward. Pulling his fly open she tentatively reached inside his cotton shorts. The moment her hand touched his incredibly smooth but hard and hotly pounding penis, the brunette matron melted with sexual submissiveness. Trying to conceal her rising excitement, she pulled the bright red masculine weapon out into full view and stared avidly at the bulbous, purplish-hued head and thick, blood-engorged trunk.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't want to have something like that in your mouth!" Don tormented to the blushing woman.
Although she couldn't bring herself to admit it, Barbara intuitively knew that her respectability was going down in shipwreck. I'm being forced to do this, she kept telling herself as a face-saving gesture. Although totally enthralled by his magnificently erect, madly pulsating phallus, she despised the young man who sat leaning back comfortably in his chair grinning down at her with total superiority. What right did he have to humiliate a woman of her background like that?
"Start eating cock, Mrs. Lanier!" Don commanded in a bemused tone of voice. "Sucking prick isn't all that big a deal!"
Holding the pounding trunk of his penis outward at a forty-five degree angle, Barbara gulped as she gazed at the plum-shaped glans with its tiny meatus and circumcisional groove. Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced and had absolutely no choice in the matter, the comely housewife slowly and reluctantly opened her pretty mouth and leaned forward. As she did so, she tried very much to forget the motel lobby surroundings and the humiliating chambermaid uniform she was wearing. Her lips brushed against the velvety sleekness of the young man's cock-head as she slipped it into her mouth, and with a mixture of despair and excitement Barbara realized that she had become a cocksucker.
"Ahhhh!" Don exclaimed with satisfaction the delectable effect of the older woman's wet, warm mouth suddenly hit him. "Beautiful! That's the way!"
Shuddering with alternating waves of humiliation and sexual arousal, Barbara began working the magnificent slab of raw, hot masculine meat into her mouth. Her face was hot with shame and she was keeping her eyes tightly closed. Hoping that her youthful tormentor would not notice, she could not refrain from rubbing one hand over her blue uniform skirt at the fork of her legs. Foaming feminine cream made her panties feel sticky and uncomfortable.
"Yeah, that's right, get as much of it in your mouth as you can!" Don told her. "See, eating prick isn't such a big deal after all, is it?" he asked although he obviously did not expect an answer.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Barbara moaned. The inexperienced woman was more than a little dismayed to find that having her mouth tightly jammed with hot, hard cock could be a highly thrilling experience. At the same time she could not bring herself to admit that she would ever voluntarily perform such a shameful act, and repeatedly kept telling herself that she had no choice in the matter.
"Take your time!" Don told her. The young teenager leaned back comfortably in his chair to enjoy being eaten by the older woman.
Apart from occasionally casting an appraising eye at one of her daughter's boy friends, Barbara had never dreamed of having a sexual encounter with such a youthful companion. Thrilled and aroused by the hotly pounding masculine pleasure tool in her mouth, the attractive matron began sucking on it with an undisguised relish that made her ashamed of herself. Her cheeks drawn deeply inward, she tried to ignore the lewd slurping sounds from within her mouth formed by the combination of sucking and salivation. Using one hand to hold the throbbing masculine organ at the proper angle, she feverishly stroked herself with her other hand in autoerotic debasement.
"Feels great!" Don spoke enthusiastically. "It isn't every day that a bellboy gets a blow job from a maid!" He might have added "right in the lobby" but he didn't.
Pausing to swallow a mouth full of accumulated saliva, Barbara turned her head from one side to the other to get the feeling of having it in her mouth at different angles. The bulb-shaped head pushed outward first against one cheek and then the other, and the older woman was pleasantly surprised by the thrilling effect of being penetrated at such an angle. Although she would never have dared confess it to anyone, Barbara was secretly enjoying her initiation as a fellatrix. It was not just the perverted act itself that she was performing for the very first time in her life, but also the brazen public nature of it all as well as her downgrading to the role of white chambermaid.
"Mmmmm, wow! That's the way to gnaw on it!" Don told her. "You're a born cocksucker!"
The awful word made Barbara shudder, but at the same time there was something of a thrill in being addressed in that manner. Feeling the young bellboy's hands roaming through her brunette hair in a somewhat urgent fashion, the older woman resumed her sucking efforts with an enthusiasm that dismayed her. Thoughts about his forthcoming climax began to permeate her consciousness, and she looked forward to that event with mixed feelings of excitement and loathing. She wondered what it would taste like and whether she could escape if she couldn't stand it.
"Wow, baby, wow!" Don kept verbally encouraging her. "That's the way! Wowee! Feels great!" The well built teenager was starting to squirm back and forth in his seat with quick, jerky movements.
Sucking for all she was worth, Barbara slipped one hand under her uniform and worked a finger under the legband of her panties. Thoroughly immersed in the sopping wetness of her overheated pussy, her finger quickly slid between the plump outer labia and zeroed in on her vibrant, tingling clitoris. The sudden autoerotic stimulus made her tremble violently, and the older woman found herself eagerly performing the double role of fellatio and masturbation.
"Oh, wow, I can't stand it any more!" Don exclaimed, thrusting his pelvis back and forth in a nearly uncontrolled manner.
Clasping his hands down firmly over the older woman's brunette head, the highly aroused teenager began forcing her head up and down in a forceful manner. Feeling completely trapped and at his mercy, Barbara surrendered and awaited the final onslaught with total passivity. Her busy finger worked frantically in the warm waterfall between her legs, stroking her twitching love bud in a fierce demand for self-gratification. She was completely breathless and at times felt that she was simply going to swoon from the combined feelings of arousal and degradation.
"Wowwwww!" Don cried out in an exuberant voice. The excited teenager rose part way out of his chair as he blasted his hot, sticky cum directly into the older woman's mouth with vigorous spurts.
Although she was expecting the assault, Barbara was still surprised by the huge quantity of masculine cream that suddenly squirted into her mouth. Her head jerked back in an instinctive reflex, but the young bellboy's unyielding hands did not permit her to escape. Gurgling and gargling on the rich, surprisingly tasty, fluids, Barbara became a full-fl-edged fellatrix. At the same time her rapidly plunging finger brought her the relief she had been seeking, and she found herself enjoying a blissful climax.
"Oh, boy!" Don exclaimed with relief as he slowly settled back into his chair.
Released at last, Barbara breathlessly swallowed the milky masculine fluid. The salty taste would not go away, but she found herself enjoying the residual flavor. Shamefaced, she could not look up at her youthful tormentor. As sanity began to return, the thought that she had knelt and given a blow job to the young man filled her with thoughts of degradation and shame. She wondered if she would ever recover her self-respect.
"I think the boss has probably got some more assignments for you, lady," Don told her.
As she departed from the lobby, Barbara noticed that she had been observed by an incoming couple and felt deeply ashamed of her chambermaid uniform and rolled down stockings.