Hotel Policy

Indulgence is a luxury I've earned, and I don't hold back when it comes to taking exactly what I want. When I checked into my room and reviewed the pamphlet left on my pillow, my curiosity piqued at what I saw. Apparently it was the hotel's specialty-renting out shrunken men for entertainment-I knew I had to have one. I controlled men all day at work. The idea of having a tiny, helpless man toy at my mercy, completely under my control, was too delicious to resist.

I picked him out like I would a seat cushion for my office chair: had to be cute, and had to be durable to support what I'm packing. I wanted someone who would know his place beneath me, someone who could appreciate the honor of being used by a woman like me. When he was brought to my suite, I wasted no time. I wasn't here to play nice; I was here to indulge myself, and he was nothing more than a toy for my pleasure. He'd been here at the hotel for a year or two according to the maid who dropped him off. I'd only been here for a day, and already I outranked him by so much. I needed him to understand that.

My ass was massive, and I took great pride in that. Round, firm, and absolutely impossible to ignore. Men have been mesmerized by it for as long as I could remember, but this one? He didn't stand a chance. "Start by showing some respect... a big ass deserves a big kiss." I turned around and presented my derriere, allowing it to hover over the counter upon which he stood. It was just so much bigger than him. Just one of my cheeks was the size of a house; I wondered how much of their weight he could handle. Plenty of time to address curiosities like that later.

When I couldn't feel him through my clothing, I lifted the hem of my dress, stretching it up over my round, full cheeks and told him to kiss again. I could still barely feel his tiny lips, but he was kissing-that counted for something, at least. I berated him for only kissing my left ass cheek, and I cackled over my shoulder as I watched him sprint back and forth from left to right. He was tiring quickly; it was a lot of distance for him to cover!

"Should I make this easier for you? I can help you to kiss them both with much less effort."

I didn't wait for him to answer-or to agree. I grabbed him roughly, without a shred of care, and wedged him between my enormous cheeks. My ass practically swallowed him whole, the softness of my flesh enveloping his tiny body entirely. I could feel him struggling, his feeble attempts to move or breathe completely futile against the overwhelming weight and heat of my dense, enormous ass.

I felt him squirming, his tiny struggles only serving to amuse me further. And when I reminded him of what he was expected to do in there, I felt those lips of his rev up again. He was nothing to me-less than nothing, really. But that didn't mean he couldn't earn a point or two with me. He just needed to be useful...and useful he was! My fingers hadn't fluttered over my sex for more than 30 seconds before I came. It was the most empowering feeling, knowing that he was so utterly powerless.

When I was done, I didn't bother removing him from my ass. He was mine now, and I wasn't about to let this little thing slip away. I called the hotel manager to my suite, not caring that I was still half-undressed. She came quickly, as I knew she would- after all, she knew who I was.

"I'm keeping him,"

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Laurent. They're not for sale. And yours..I mean...the one you rented for the evening, his contract with the hotel is up next month."

Oh, don't you worry. I'll have my secretary draw up a new contract for him."

I said, creating a shockwave of bountiful, rippling flesh as I patted my left cheek.

She lacked the confidence to maintain eye contact. In the prolonged silence, she looked hesitant, but I saw the way her eyes lingered on my curves. A quick bribe, just a flash of my wealth, and she folded instantly. So much for hotel policy.

I watched her leave with a devilish smile on my face. He must have heard what was going on-how the hotel manager had betrayed him...even through all that thick cushion, because he was struggling like I'd never felt him struggle. It didn't matter though.

He was mine.

And as I laid down on my bed once more, ready to make a new wet spot on the white comforter, I could feel his frail body compressing under the influence of my bullying cheeks. This time, I wanted him deeper.

Much deeper.