Room service, a short story with Iryna
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All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.
Budapest, the pearl of the Danube, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, was submerged in fog.
Dull, languid streetlamps illuminate the streets with the promise of a radiant tomorrow and carry ghostly voices in the atmosphere of the last unyielding carnival lovers. But the trafficker of industrial secrets, Elías Navarro, has no passion for romanticism. From the window of his luxurious room at the Four Seasons Gresham Palace Budapest Hotel, overlooking the chain bridge over the Danube River, he waits impatiently for his anonymous buyer to contact him on his cell phone with the directions to the transaction. With the sale of the briefcase behind him and his account full of money, he was going to have the luxury of fucking as many women as he could on his way to the airport. Surely, for a few euros, anyone he felt like it on the street could give him a blowjob. Or fuck without a condom. And cum inside. Who was going to say no to him? He had plenty of money and these girls didn't. He'd seen many videos on the Internet of guys who, for a few euros, did everything to these starving women. Easy. There had to be something real about it. For sure.
I'd start with the room service girl. He'd leave the darned sign hanging that the room would be available for cleaning, and when she came in, he'd come out, dressing gown and cock in hand, from the bathroom. I bet he'd never seen a cock as lustrous and veiny as his in her fucking life. And he'd come out waving €200, and I'm sure he'd fit her for sure. Or maybe €100 would be enough. Maybe. Besides, he'd pay in euros, not Hungarian guilders, and he will let her know that. Good money - he would repeat. After all, room service here earns a pittance.
I had already had my eye on a Hungarian blonde a few days ago. A tall blonde, with long blonde hair in a braided ponytail, shy, the kind that looked down when you spoke to her, and she mumbled in English. Eyes as clear as the sea. The girl hadn't even been given a decent uniform that fit her, it was a size too small. The uniform consisted of a dark suit with a bonnet, a white shirt, and wide snowy buttons down the front. She was putting on her tits and tugging on her stockings every five minutes as she cursed in whispers and pushed her silky wayward hair back from her forehead. He had seen her bend down gracefully to pick up some towels only to reveal a pair of ingrown panties that greedily marked her intimate labia. Did they mark an intimate earring? He would take care of making her pussy red-hot, carnival fire style. And with fireworks to top it all off. And then he'd throw her out of the room without washing up. Maybe he'd even pay her less. He may not be the most attractive or handsome man in his late forties, but he had a cock that had never left her in the lurch before.
He already hears her coming down the hall. Today he has extra work to do, vacuuming up all the confetti that was thrown by noisy Germans celebrating carnival last night to the cry of alaaf, alaaf. He peeks briefly into the hallway and sees her and another maid, vacuuming, leaving the room to put some devil horns in the basket of the cleaning cart and some expensive, half-finished bottles of champagne four doors down. The brunette calls out to the blonde, "Iryna!", and seems to be telling her something highly amusing, she flashes a mischievous smile and seems to indicate that she still has a lot of work to do. He can hear that the busty brunette with the short hair is called Ludmilla. Elias hangs the sign on the doorknob as he starts to masturbate. At the door to his right, an older lady, looking like a stuffed cockatoo in the sun, hangs the back of the poster, the same colour as her anger, grumpily from the doorknob.
As Iryna enters, Elias goes into the bathroom and is waiting for her with his dressing gown open, groping his erect cock. Iryna starts to tidy up the bed when Elias sneaks out of the bathroom to almost stand in front of the clueless maid. She's listening to music with her headphones on, turns around and her eyes widen like saucers. She nervously removes his headphones.
-Sorry, mister, I know not you here. I'll go, come later, okay? So sorry -replies a blushing Iryna, taking two steps towards the open door with her eyes lowered.
-No problem, it was my fault, I must have been confused by the sign. And you see, what a strange situation we have on our hands now, don't you think? -Elias answers while he keeps touching his glans in front of her -Now I'm hungry at the sight of so much candy.
-I sorry, Mister, me excuse. I going out now.
-Iryna, right? That's your name, isn't it? How would you like to earn €100 for ten minutes of nothing? I know you don't earn shit here. That's a lot of money, don't you think? 10 minutes and I bet you can buy yourself something nice afterwards. Your boyfriend or husband won't even know about it because a pretty thing like you sure is engaged, isn't she? You know what a cock is, I'm sure of it. Under that angel face you eat them all up. I'm sure he always cums on your face. I'd do it without a doubt.
-That money... real? For me?
-Yes, you just must suck this huge cock, and if you work hard, I promise, I'll come in no time.
Elias had no intention of cumming right away, nor of just getting a blowjob. Not by a long shot. He pays and he set the conditions. He was going to end up taking it up the ass. For free. His mind was made up. And, maybe, he'd cum inside that white ass without warning. He's very macho, and what the fuck... he's paying for it, isn't he? Well, he's a good Samaritan at heart.
-Put on your devil horns, Iryna, and earn your tip -Elias exclaims, as he flops down on his back on the unmade bed, throbbing cock in the air. -And put glitter on your nipples.
Iryna is not so innocent and knows that, if she shows him her tits at the same time, she'll last a lot less time. Before she puts on the hellish headband, she turns the doorknob sign to "Do Not Disturb", closes the open door, and unbuttons her shirt. His voluptuous chest, eager for freedom, spills out. He grabs his cock and pours the half-bottle of champagne he picked up earlier over it, as he shoves the first few lunges into it. Up and down as she gently strokes his balls with one hand.
-I good girl, not whore. But €100 lot money in Budapest -she manages to say before greedily shoving his cock up to his balls into her mouth. She alternates the innocent assistant sucking his cock with nibbling on his testicular sack.
-A little face like that needs a cock every night, do you agree with me? -asks Elias. Iryna nods as she continues sucking. -I thought so -Elias replies to himself.
Elias grunts in pleasure as he grabs her by the back of the neck.
-Fucking hell, how she sucks -thinks the international trafficker -She's not as shy as I thought she was. She's going to leave my balls like sultanas grapes from the blowjob she's delivering me. -Not so fast with that little mouth, I've put some money in -says the dealer. Fuck, I love Budapest.
Iryna doesn't respond and continues to suck the increasingly swollen criminal cock.
-Turn around, I want to fuck you in the ass -he orders, seeing that he's about to cum like a teenager in a few moments.
-That's not spoken, not deal -Iryna replies in dismay, still holding his explosive cock in her hand, as she keeps squeezing his cock and looks at him like a kitten short of milk.
-I'll pay you €100 more, for fuck's sake and cut the bullshit -exclaims Navarro angrily, as he grabs the leather belt from his trousers and buckles it around Iryna's neck. Now he can mount her from behind and take control of the fuck. He slaps her perfect, snowy ass with his free hand. For being a slut.
Iryna doesn't get rid of the red panties, she lifts her ass, revealing, as Elias already guessed, a vaginal piercing. Elias pulls her underwear aside with his prick and rams her virulently.
Ludmilla has entered the room to help Iryna who was taking a long time. She gapes at him with her arms up in the air, feather duster in hand. Seeing them both panting, she saw the money on the bedside table, and quickly tied up the loose ends. The scene excites her to the highest degree. She can't help lifting her short skirt and masturbating under her G-string. She boldly asks the guest, in slightly more acceptable English than Iryna, if she can join in. He looks at her contemptuously, and tells her haughtily no, to keep cleaning the room in the meantime. Ludmilla doesn't give up so easily, throws the coif into a corner, strips to her waist, exposing a tiny light blue thong plunged between her upright smile, and starts biting his nipples without taking off her yellow latex gloves.
-Tell me something in Hungarian, fucking whores -demands Elias, who enjoy being fucked and hearing it other languages. -I'm fucking cumming.
At that very moment they call the cell phone. Elias asks Ludmilla to pick it up and put it on speakerphone. They don't know anything, who cares -he thinks. It's the buyer. He tells her about the appointment at 6 p.m. in the Plaza de los Heroes. Elias replies between gasps that he's going to cum right away. The buyer doesn't understand anything and reminds him that they will meet at 6 p.m., not now.
-Yes, yes. I'll be there -and orders the jet-coloured maid to cut the call. He can't resist it anymore, he's going to cum like a horse pissing in the street.
Ludmilla pours the rest of another bottle of champagne over her newfound sex and straddles Iryna, who is still on her back tied to Elias's makeshift bridle.
-You drink from my pussy now, busó* -Ludmilla orders without a second thought, as she offers her soaked vulva.
Refreshing champagne on a warm, shaved pussy. Elias drinks with devotion from her intimate lips as he loosens his belt. Iryna takes the opportunity to turn around and suck his cock again, this time with the invaluable help of her friend Ludmilla, who rubs the straps of the ingrown rubber hammer to match the she-devil's horns repeatedly across the swollen member. The cum is huge. Elias unloads a monstrous load on their faces while he keeps grabbing the blonde maid by the neck strap and the brunette with his bare hand.
Mr. Navarro throws the money in their faces as if they were stinkers and lights up a cigarette. Iyrna and Ludmilla modestly get dressed again, collect the money from the bedside table (there is barely €50 for both), some dirty towels and leave. Before watching them leave, he boasts about the crimson ass he has left Iryna and the cum that Ludmilla is wearing mostly on her face and short jet hair. He lies back down on the bed. Life is wonderful, he thinks, clutching his flaccid member and falls asleep.
Barely any light is coming through the window when the aggressive knocking on the door wakes Elias. He has fallen asleep. What time is it? It's after 7 p.m. Fuck, the appointment - he thinks groggily.
He opens the door, and a six-foot gorilla shoves him out of the way, knocking him flat on his ass.
-Where's the briefcase, asshole? -shouts the bodyguard as a wiry, nervous man in a dinner jacket appears behind him. It's "The Buyer".
-Right here, I'm sorry, I fell asleep, I don't know how it happened....
With dread, Elias discovers that the briefcase is no longer where it should be. Surprised, he looks at the two men, knowing that life is no longer wonderful. Fucking Budapest.
The fucking maidens is Elias' last thought before he collapses from the bodyguard's punch.
Epilogue - A few days later.
The coffee and pastries that accompany them are wonderful, and the view from the Gerbeaud Patisserie, overlooking Vörösmarty tér square, extraordinary. Dressed in elegant fur coats, unbeatable red lips and sunglasses, agents Iryna alias Snow White and Ludmilla alias Rapunzel of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service await the arrival of their boss, The Tsarina.
It was child's play to trick and lull the smuggler to sleep. Now they have not only got hold of the briefcase but also know the identity of the buyer. The idea of moistening Rapunzel's sex with a potent narcotic was masterful. He also failed to notice that she did not take off her latex gloves to avoid contact with the narcotic.
Ludmilla takes the opportunity to finish telling Iryna the joke about male stupidity that started in the hotel corridor. They both laugh and finish their coffee. Life is beautiful.
A windblown page of the Magyar Hirlap newspaper is caught between Iryna's heels. It reports the death of the 46-year-old Spanish citizen E.N.V. found drowned last night in the Danube. His alcohol level was three times higher than anyone could handle without slipping into an alcoholic coma. Police are leaning towards a tragic accident due to irresponsible drinking during the festivities and there will be no further investigation.
*Monstrous being wearing a wooden mask, sheepskin, and noisy cowbells, typical of the carnivals in Mohács, 200 km from Budapest.
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