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Welcome to the 2625 spa

Man, you are beautiful!

Hotel 2625

I worked in a luxury five stars hotel in London, and was in charge of serving customers in room service. 3am, the phone rang, this deep Australian voice asked for a club sandwich, some fries, a soda and some ice. I said it would take about 15 minutes, he replied, "No matter mate, I'll be waiting".

Once the serving trolley table was set ready, I checked that everything that was ordered was there, checked my tie and general attire in the mirror at the back of the door, then embarked on my journey to his room which happened to be on the east wing, away from the main corridors, the quieter side of the hotel. Quite a hike! 

A few minutes later I got to the suite.

I knocked on the door, the man opened the door. He was wearing a dark silk gown, no shoes, he was tanned, the opening of the gown uncovered a bit of hair on his chest, which I found very appealing. His body shape was a large stocky appearance, a nice strong, solid and rounded stomach, thick legs and a good physique generally. Good looking man I thought, he had short hair and a trimmed beard. 

He asked me to come in and set the table for him. I was shaking uncontrollably with excitement as I suddenly caught a glimpse of his white underpants under the robe. His light blue eyes were piercing and unsettling. He was staring and checking my every moves, Feeling powerless and self-conscious, I was making mistakes after mistakes. My avoiding his glaze together with my pathetic attempts to be meticulous in my setting up the table must have shown, he was smiling. Somewhat embarrassed, I kept looking away at the table, and busy myself ensuring that everything was set perfectly for him. 

When ready, I looked up again and noticed that he opened the door to the bedroom, without a sound, he walked out and disappeared out of sight. 

I was devastated, still shaking with the excitement of the intensity of the moment. 

"Oh well", I thought, "maybe I'm not his type, or maybe he does not like men?" 

I started to walk off towards the exit door, then hesitated, stopped, and thought "shit, he needs to sign for the order!"  I turned back, walked towards the door of the bedroom with the receipt and my pen, about to call for a signature. 

I looked inside, and there he was, resting on the bed in his underpants, the silk robe was on the floor at the foot of the huge bed, his legs were opened casually, revealing an impressive and inviting sight. I stood there for a second, looking amazed, he looked at me, smiling encouragingly, and said: 

"What took you so long?"

The 2625 Porn Shop

The 2625 Porn Shop

Crowd: All sorts, mostly straight (and horny) blokes.

Office guys in suits and builders types

Loads of big guys, cruising on their way home

Look outside on the street

you may find what you are looking for

too shy to get in, too shy to get caught

Hours: 11 to 11.

Best times: After 6. 

 Hang around the dvds that you find horny

Look around for hungry, aroused men

No talk

Play with your cock and balls, 

Discreetly, hand in your pocket

to show that your horny, but be discreet

Look at the dvds close to the floor

 and see who joins you, 

who stands next to you in the corner

the bloke that looks at you intensely

The man that wants you

You want him too

The man you want

He wants you now!

The 2625 Porn Shop

It's always good for quickies

It's always good for take away

It's always good at the 2625 Porn Shop

No talk

Football man in Shepherds Bush

I went to a concert in Shepherds Bush, in West London, a while back. The concert was dull and I decided to leave before the end. Coning out onto the street, it was busy. I realised that there had been a football match up the road at QPR, and the supporters were getting home. Walking across the green that sits in the middle of Shepherds Bush, I noticed this guy walking towards me. He seemed perhaps a little drunk, zigzagging, he was not walking in a hurry like the others, quite the opposite, he stopped, stood there and look around, smiling at passers by, clearly having a nice time. 

He was a big guy, a nice plump stomach, emphasized by his football shirt. 

He had shorts on, some type of safari shorts kaki and with pockets on each sides.

I walked passed him, and noticed that he was looking at me, I looked back and said hi. He did not respond. I carried on walking, then I turned back to look at him again, and noticed that he was looking at me. I slowed down.  Waited, turned again, he was still watching me! I decided to turn around and walked towards him slowly, feigning I had forgotten something. I noticed his grin. He started to walk. His steps were a bit fast, and I suddenly realised that he was not running away though, I followed. He seemed to walk with a purpose, he was not meandering any longer and he seemed to know exactly where he was going. We arrived at the edge of the grassy area and waited to cross the road, other towards the Uxbridge Road. I stayed behind him and feasted on his large neck, the short hair and the hair line which was coming out of the back of his football shirt.

Once crossing the road, his steps grew even faster, and I thought for a moment that maybe this was not going to work, so I slowed down. He turned around and when seeing that I was not behind him, he stopped and looked over to me. His smile to me conveyed eagerness and excitement. I started to walk in his direction, and followed him, towards what appeared to be the tube. It was getting busy again, loads of people around, I lost him. I walked in all directions, no use, he was nowhere to be seen. I was giving up hope when I felt a hand on my shoulder, turned around, it was him, beckoning me to follow him towards the Shepherds Bush market section which at this time of the night was closed. My heart was beating fast, I was exhilarated with the urge to kiss and hold him and the excitement of the situation offered to me.

In contrast, the market section was empty and dark. We ventured towards an area where there were tables. He stopped there, turned to me and took his football shirt off, unveiling a huge tattoo, the tattoo of his football team. As it was dark, you could not clearly see the details, but it featured noticeably on his chest. He was hairy, his chest, his shoulders all had a fuzz of nice hair, which was soft at the touch. 

His hair was short, and his face was shaven, although you could feel that the beard was already growing, a fast grower I thought!

I went to him, and immediately he grabbed my head with his two big hands, kissing me, deeply and tenderly, I could not breathe with the excitement and the sheer strength of the man. We kissed again, and again. The urgency of the past few minutes suddenly vanished, we were together at last. His mouth tasted delicious and his touch was firm. Without a word, he took off my tee-shirt, and slowly caressed my chest, bending slowly to suck on my nipples. I froze with delight, I could feel his strong tong, toying with the tip of my nipple, sending jets of electrics across my whole body. I was hooked instantly.

Within minutes we were down to only wearing our underpants. His were tight on him, clearly fairly new, the type that look like shorts but are very tight fit to the body. Looking incredibly sexy… I could see his grown cock forming a bulge at the front, touching it, I could feel it growing even more, it clearly needed to get out. I pull down the pants, and was presented with a beautiful thick cock, uncut, not too long, yearning to be attentively dealt with, I went on my knees and pumped on the cock, sucking it deeply, feeling the precum, the warmth, the slightly salted essence of that man.

It did not take much before he had to stop me from pumping on his beautiful cock. He sat back on one of the tables and let me edge my face in his ass. I fingered him first, close to his hole, which he seem to really really like, then buried my face in him and licked intermittently his hairy hole which tasted sweet. I could feel that this is what he wanted and finally, he slided gently toward my finger, ready for me to go inside.

While I explored his tight hole I stroked his thick cock with my other hand, almost sending him over the edge a couple of times!  

His precum was now sliding over the edge of his cock, and I could feel that he was ready. So I kissed his balls and slowly licked my way to his dick. He entered my mouth with a gasp, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed harder and deeper, making me gag. It did not take long until his moans got louder, and I felt an explosion of his cum inside me. I came at the same time as him, and I did not even touched myself. The excitement was too much.

Out of breath, we stayed there a few seconds speechless and thoughtful.

He then pulled his shorts back on, put his football shirt on, and left without a word, without a sound.

I smiled and shut my eyes. I think I fell in love that night in Shepherds Bush.

The huge House in West Hampstead

10:27am

He's the one with the Bentley ... the huge house in West Hampstead ... the maid ... the holidays and when he gets back from parliament, the never-ending rape.

10:27am

oooooooh, I like!

You are of course naughty little Cinders washing floors and watching soaps on TV.

10:28am

Am I the maid?

I think I am.

10:28am

Of course you are.

10:28am

He uses you.

10:28am

It starts with an ad in the paper.

10:28am

Perfect.  Looking for ...

10:28am

I need a place to live.

No money.

No english.

10:29am

And will do anything to repay your due.  You will do ANYTHING.

10:29am

Any.

Thing.

He.

Wants.

10:30am

Little did you know that when you crossed the threshold, that your world would change.  Forever.

10:31am

The shiny black shoes.

The white y-fronts.

10:31am

So clean. So innocent.

10:31am

He gave me a beeper.

On call.

Always.

I have no english, still.

10:32am

The harshest nightmares and most erotic dreams are about to become reality. Never looking back, Little Cinders plunges into a bizarre, seductive world where his master's wish is his command and where the ties that bind might just lead to true emancipation.

10:32am

No english.

10:32am

No engles.

Pas d'anglais.

10:33am

My english God of 2625.

10:33am

Mmmmm the discovery of 2625.

The doctrine.

The call.

You will wear the uniform from now.  A simple jockstrap - for easy access.

10:34am

The only piece of clothing I am allowed.

Unseen by the neighbors.

10:35am

The only exterior contact are the soaps on TV.

10:35am

I sleep in the laundry - amongst the piles of his clothes.

10:35am

You identify with the characters.

Eastenders is becoming reality.

10:35am

I learn English from the soaps.  I don't tell him.  I stay.  I am still 'no english'.

10:36am

You are the poor bitch that gets used and abused by a two timing bastard!

You cry, the tears.

It makes him grow stronger

His demands are getting stiffer and harder.

You have to just nod to say yes as 'no english.'

No is not an answer.  It is not acceptable.

Of course you dread Friday nights.

10:37am

But in my mind my thoughts are fluent english ... his suit pants around his ankles ...

10:37am

When he brings his mates from the city and they gang on you  - your jockstrap in your mouth.

10:38am

I don't care if they are ugly ... as long as he can see me - being used.

10:38am

To ensure that no scream can be heard.  The jockstrap.  In your mouth.

10:38am

For him.

All for him.

10:38am

They are all fat, hairy, in suit, slobs...

10:38am

And drunk.

10:38am

You are his to share.

10:39am

With cigars and cognac.

10:39am

Of course on very expensive Bordeaux and cognac of course!

I think one should smoke a pipe ... mmmmm ... the pipe.

10:39am

They think I don't understand the english filth they joke about me ... but I do.

10:40am

The racist remarks.  The insults.  You love every word!

10:41am

Four of them hold me down as he un-robes.

Cognac in hand and cigar smoke billowing from the glass, his manhood ... engorged and twitching.

10:42am

All wearing borrowed silk gowns... walking around nude under them.

10:43am

With their socks still on.

10:45am

We now follow the Master's patient, deliberate, and wickedly inventive training of his boyish but determined devotee as young Cinders releases himself to his newly found submissive nature, to the "fear and anticipation" that come with true service ... love ... 2625!

The socks on is genius!

10:45am

It is 2625.

10:46am

Of course! I love a man in a silk gown, with socks, cigar and a man's drink.  You just want to sit at his side, on the floor and hope for a bit of attention.

just a sign.

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me

10:47am

He has fallen asleep and is snoring.

10:47am

A little pat on the head.

He stirs in his sleep.

You stand to attention as you know that your service will be required shortly.

10:48am

Outside ... the world moves on ... but not for me.

My world is here.

10:48am

In this world of 2625.

10:48am

2625 West Hampstead Rise.

10:48am

That high victorian & gothic mansion.

The dark corridors.

The huge rooms.

The gigantic beds.

The cellars.

Where no one can hear you scream!!!!!!!!!!!

10:49am

The hundreds of suits I tend.

I want to scream in pure delight.

10:49am

The crisps white shirts.

The braces ... mmmmmm ... the perfectly formed suits, with a lapel on the back so you can see a perfect ass.

10:51am

As it flexes as he pounds away.

10:51am

The dark sexual yearnings.

The elegant and exclusive S/M parties with his mates.

10:51am

2625 is everything to me.

10:52am

But you know that at the end of the day you are his for him to use you sleep on the side of the bed on the floor.

10:52am

But he does love me.

10:52am

Waiting for the signal when you can enter the bed so he can slowly insert his manhood.  No grease, just spit he enters.  You are not allowed to emit a sound as he pounds away.  The tears soaking into the expensive, perfectly laundered linen.

10:53am

The time is now.

10:53am

He loves you.  He throws his love inside you and then falls asleep again, snoring loudly.

10:54am

He bites the back of my neck when he rams home the final thrusts.  

No english.  I am his alone.

10:54am

With his cock still in your hole - forever his dedicated slave.

10:54am

I will not move.  I do not wake him.  I do not wish to anger the God.

10:54am

You are his thing.

10:54am

I can't breathe.

10:54am

You just savour the beauty.  The whole.

10:54am

I love him.

10:54am

The enormity of his mantool.

He loves you.

You love him so much.

10:55am

I want to tell him - with tears in my eyes, but instead ... I bite down on a pillow.

His cock still inside me.

10:56am

While he snores unaware.

His cock still inside you.

10:56am

It's getting light outside ... I hear the birds ... his cock still inside me.

10:56am

You fall asleep with his cock inside you.

10:57am

His cock still inside me.

10:57am

Cock.

Still.

Inside.

You.

The End.