The Hotel.
by Sikorski
The hotel landlady and I.

Part One
I am 18 years old and decided straight after leaving school to travel. I was able to 
do this as I had inherited a lot of money from the death of my parents some years 
before. With no relatives back home in England, I was free to do as I wished and not 
feel guilty or restrained in any way.
I have been travelling for 2 months when I arrived in Arkansas, just outside Little 
Rock, for an over night stopover before continuing my travels. I got off the 
Greyhound bus and after retrieving my luggage, tried to find a hotel to stay in for 
the night. I love to stay in small towns as you meet some incredible people and are 
off the main tourist routes.
I asked at a gas station for the nearest hotel as it was evening and I was 
incredibly tired. An old man behind the counter gave me directions and then said:
"Good luck, have a nice time." He chuckled to himself as I left and made my way to 
the hotel.
I walked up the pathway and through the front door and walked up to a desk where a 
blonde woman was sat. She looked up at me and I instantly noticed some things. Her 
long blonde hair was shoulder length and framed a beautifully sculptured face. She 
looked in her mid thirties but her main feature (or features) really stood out. Her 
low cut dress revealed some remarkably big breasts. I had never seen such large 
breasts in person and tried hard not to stare at them. She smiled at me and said:
"Well hello there, my name is Miss Brady." She held out her hand and I noticed it 
seemed much larger than mine. I was used to this happening as I am quite short 
(5ft 4) and so just shook her hand and told her that I needed a room for the night. 
She handed me a form to fill in and I did this except the next of kin box and I 
explained to her why. She gave me a sympathetic smile and took the form off me. It 
seemed to be very detailed for such a small hotel.
	"Well you are a lucky boy, you are the only guest tonight and so have the 
best room of the house. Let me show you the way." She rose to her feet and didn't 
seem to stop. This amazing breasts were at my eye level. I had to pull my neck 
upwards to see her face.
	"My, aren't you a little boy!" She seemed to be happy at the physical 
comparison between us. I felt so small beside her. I felt like a child.
	"Well come with me little boy and lets get you into bed." She ordered me 
along the corridor and we stopped outside a door. She unlocked the room and I went 
inside. It was a clean, comfortable looking room and I put my bags down and sat on 
the bed. She stood in the doorway, head almost touching the frame and said:
	"If you need anything at all, just let me know. Sweet dreams."
She closed the door and I quickly took off my clothes and had a quick shower. I was 
really feeling tired now and so I dried myself off and got into bed. I turned on the 
tv and tried to watch but all I could think about was Miss Brady. Her huge body, 
wonderful curves and magnificent breasts. Way too big for me but hey, its nice to 
dream. I started to get hard and decided to play with myself a bit. Suddenly the 
door was opened. It was her. I just hoped she didn't see anything.
	"Well, its seems my little boy is playing with himself."
Damn.
	"Do you know what mummy does to bad little boys?" She had her hands on her 
hips and was obviously dressed for bed. She was wearing a white silk robe which only 
came down to her thighs and white underwear trying hard to constrain those breasts. 
They were pushing out of the robe and I watched as they heaved up and down.
	"Stand up."
	"But I'm naked."
	"Stand up now." The tone in her voice was frightening and so I did what I 
was told. She walked over to me, her breasts just a couple of inches from my face. I 
felt so vulnerable. She walked past me and sat on the bed. She then reached for me 
and effortlessly pulled me over on to her lap. My penis was trapped between her 
thighs and she began to spank me.
	"This will teach you a lesson. I did say that anything you needed, I would 
get. I hope you will listen next time."
	She counted to 25 and then stopped. This was so embarrassing and I could 
feel a tear in my eye. She put me back on to my feet and then pulled back the covers 
of the bed.
	"Get in." She commanded.
I did as I was told and she sat down beside me.
	"Now, I hope my little boy has learnt his lesson."
	"I have but I am not a little boy."
	"Next to me, you are a baby. You are not a man but a boy and so if you step 
out of line, will be treated as one. Now, its time for sleep but I think I need to 
help you a bit." She smiled and reached under the covers. She grabbed my now limp 
penis and started to give me a hand job. With her spare hand, she uncovered her 
breasts and moved my head close to them. She grabbed my face and kissed me 
delicately on the lips.
	"Does my baby enjoy it when I relieve him?"
I groaned with pleasure and then came all over her hand. She then licked her hand, 
got up from the bed, pushing her breasts near my face again, as if to reinforce the 
control she had over my body, and said:
	"Goodnight baby."
She turned the light switch off and closed the door behind her. I have had hand jobs 
before but never one to leave me in such a crumpled heap on the bed. I was at the 
mercy of a blonde amazon who seemed to have adopted me! I was scared but also 
excited.