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I was woken abruptly, I opened my eyes, standing above me with a smirk on his face, a member of the hotel staff, I worked out that he must have dragged me out of bed. I looked round and Boss was already sitting down at a small dining table.
I don't like eating breakfast alone, he said gently, so some encouragement in getting you up was necessary. Now come and join me. I had no idea what protocol to adopt but recalled a conversation Boss had had the previous night about the Hotel's Pet's policy
I crawled over to Boss, and barked.
Good boy,
He looked at the man who had woken me up, we are ready now. I watched as he served up some scrambled eggs and bacon and placed the plate in front of Boss. He then put down a dog bowl in front of the bowl of porridge.
How would Sir like his Coffee,
Black thanks. He poured coffee into a cup and placed it in front of Boss.
He then placed an empty bowl in front of me.
May I sir? He asked
Go ahead.
With that the waiter undid his fly, pulled out his dick and aimed at the empty bowl. Soon it was full of amber steaming liquid.
Boded them stood , and added his own piss. I wasn't going to be thirsty this morning.
Now eat, Boss ordered.
And you, you have earned a good tip. From the corner of my eye I saw Boss loosen his dressing gown, the waiter knelt in front of him and began to suck Boss off as he had his breakfast. As I ate and swallowed the porridge,I could hear the waiter's breathing get deeper as he sucked at Boss's dick. When I looked up next I saw Boss's hands firmly gripping the waiter's throat, controlling his movement one moment forcing him tight down to the base the next gasping for air, his mouth free, by fighting to be allowed to suck again. I continued eating, and taking an occasional mouthful of the waiter's piss. When I next looked up, Boss was wanking furiously with one hand, and gripping the waiter's hair in the other, then suddenly accompanied with an animalistic grunt a stream of cum covered the waiter's face.
Master immediately pulled him over and stuck his face in the bowl counting his own piss, keeping his hand forcing his face is as far as possible, He pulled him up,
Clean him - he ordered.
I quickly got to work capturing the drips of urine that were pooling in the contours of his young face, working my way up from his chin, across his cheeks and nose to his forehead, removing the traces of piss and cum. When I had removed every trace I withdrew and resumed drinking the remainder of piss from the bowl.
Good slave he said, and good little dog. You have both pleased me this morning. It's going to be a very fine day I think. The waiter and I were both kneeling looking at each other, his face wet with my saliva, his uniform speckled with droplets of cum piss and saliva.
Boss tapped him on the shoulder, instructing him to get up.
That's all for now boy.
Soon it was just the two us. Boss's dick was still hard and glowing.
This needs cleaning
I didn't need any other instruction, I went over and enveloped his duck in my mouth. The taste of cum was delicious. Boss sat back in his chair, his dick in my mouth deflating slowly, as I slowly cleaned it and sucked the remnants of his session with the Waiter. As it softened he began to piss. I firmly grabbed his thighs to show my appreciation for his gift.
As I swallowed the final drop, he stood up,
I've got to get showered and dressed. He dragged me into the bathroom, he pressed my head against his thigh as he brushed his teeth , the water in the shower started to flow. He stepped in and beckoned me in. He lifted me up to my feet and started to soap me up, then handed me the bottle of gel. I poured some over his chest , his chest felt amazing, his pecs whilst no longer as muscular as they would have been in his thirties were still firm, it was a struggle not to put my face against them and suck his nipple.
Not yet. There's plenty of time , You're mine for many hours yet.
He turned me round and soaped my back , then my arse, cleaning my hole, slowly working two fingers in and began to massage my prostate.
I collapsed against the wall of the shower as he upped the pace, and the force, each entry becoming firmer harder and more brutal. I felt my checks being stretched apart as three fingers became four, the thrusting had stopped by. I could feel this hand twisting as my hole became wider.
Then he stopped.
He turned me round, offered me his hand as I cleaned it, he spoke.
Still plenty of time. He took the hand out of my mouth and led me out of the shower to dry off and get changed.
He briefly disappeared as I dried myself. Returning with a butt plug.
That will keep that hole nice and open until I need it again.
We finished drying, he changed into a pair of jeans and a t shirt, he rummaged into my case and threw a T shirt and a pair of shorts at me. The T shirt had Toilet slut written on it.
Ok time to do some sight seeing, there's an exhibition at the Tate I've been dying to see.
He pulled at my collar spat in my face, and then proceeded to lick it off.
Ready? Ready Boss