The emerald hoof had been recommended to you repeatedly as the hotel of choice in Canterlot, especially if good service and style were of any importance to you. Sold by decent arguments like these you embarked on a stroll to the center of town where you inevitably stumbled upon the bright red building with its golden ornaments in the front and the sign depicting a hoof iron sparkling in bright green color. You stepped into the cozy lobby with a delicate red carpet, seating area featuring two armchairs and a couch to the left of the entrance and took in what was assuredly a pretty classy atmosphere. to your right you saw an opening to a players room with pool and other entertainment means such as a well stocked bar.
Admittedly you only glimpsed at that sight of that arrangement since from up front behind the reception there was a stallion eagerly waving you over. “Welcome to the emerald hoof good sir! I am Corpser, your valet and receptionist, how can I help you?” he asked, grinning brightly. The stallion was dressed in a red valet uniform with long sleeves and a fitting red cap adorning his similarly colored mane. Additional features of his face made you blush a little bit, because the stallion wore heavy makeup too: luscious red lipstick that made his pucker look plump and glossy; faint red eyeshadow and long lashes to fully invite ones gaze over to stare.
Upon explaining your need for a room to stay in, Corpser beamed immediately and dove under the desk very briefly to fetch a mandatory form for you to fill out your personal info on. “I got a lovely one pony room for you sir! Just fill out this form for me please and I will accompany you upstairs!” elevator and staircase laid next to the receptionist desk. You went right to it, filling in your personal info as you focused hard on the piece of paper. You did hear some shifting going on and Corpser hum a tune but it didn’t distract you much, not even when suddenly a mild shake occurred on the table when Corpser leapt up on it for some reason.
Out of pure curiosity and because you soon got done with the form you briefly looked up only to see Corpser spread his buttocks towards you and use a convenient hoof ring with an attachment to apply more glossy red lipstick right on to his plump donut butthole. You gasped, naturally since this happened mere inches from your face and took half a step back. “Huh? Oh my bad sir I’m just readying the hotel stamp!” Corpser snickered, using a free hoof to slide the piece of paper over to his ass and then pressed his ass down right on the bottom end. The paper stuck to his luscious butthole and he had to put one of his hooves down to rip it off, leaving a sticky, perfectly round kiss mark off his ass right down circled around your signature. Once again you gulped and looked up at the towering stallion's cute face, blushing. Corpser switched positions then, rocking back around to fully face you he brought up one of his hindlegs, both of which were clad in tight black stockings and he raised your chin with his hoof. “With that the formalities should be done… But I believe I deserve a tip for my good service,,,” and without hesitation he rolled down on his back holding his face right below yours and closed his perfect little mouth up to yours, puckering it up to the glistening resemblance of a candid apple as he held it close expectantly. Before you could contemplate whether or not you even wanted to give him a kiss he leaned up and pressed his juicy pout into your mouth, holding it close and tight so he smeared off plenty of that sexy red lipstick and could very easily pry your mouth open for an intimate french kiss. You moaned out slightly as his delicate tongue slipped its way into your orifice and immediately went for the killshot, chasing down your tongue and pressing it down on the base of your maw, rubbing and thrusting back and forth as if trying to rub itself off on its counterpart and eventually bullied your tongue around, bulging your cheeks briefly before dragging it out into his mouth and clenching his lips shut tight so he could freely suck on your tongue like a popsicle. the whole kiss lasted at most a minute or two but by the time Corpser let you go you felt profoundly drained and exhausted, gasping and rubbing your mouth with a leg to find the red lipstick smudging off quite exhaustively.
“Perfect sir! Now let’s get your luggage up shall we!” he cheered, hurrying out from behind the desk and scuttling over to the elevator after picking up your luggage. Once inside the bright stuffy chamber, Corpser beckong you inside to the wall opposite the panel with the buttons and swiftly wedges himself between you and the panel. He glanced back and gave a cocky grin before swiping all the buttons once and saying “Whoops! Guess we’ll be in here for a while, you might as well give me my elevator service tip already! MWAH!” he pressed you against the wall and pressed another big smooch on your lips, moaning hard and gasping as if out of breath within seconds. You felt his soft mouth drag across your lips, pound them down and drag away and grind them flat, messing you up in more and more lipstick and making some extraordinarily lewd noises especially when he dragged his tongue over your whole mouth once or twice.
Corpser held you pinned like this for a minute or so until the bell rang again and a shadow emerged in the doorframe. Within the blink of an eye the lewd valet had turned around to stand next to the panel, leaving you a panting mess of smudged lipstick marks all over your face panting for air just as the next guest stepped in. using his staff key Corpser overrode the prior floor selections and now chose the guests prefered exit down below. the other guest stood at about the height of Corpser’s face and they began to chat whilst you couldn’t help but notice his thick bubble butt tease your lap with some eager pushes encompassing your member and wedging it up through his crack until your tip rested on top of his cheeks and then grind it back and forth. In the middle of chatting with the other guest, Corpser extended a hoof back towards his rich behind and stretched out one of his cheeks, once again drawing emphasis on his lewd puckered up asshole dolled up in lipstick.
Biting your lip and praying to resist making a single noise you witnessed his move his ass around to give you hard erect cock some freedom so that he could then maneuver it skillfully right in the middle of his hind pucker. and then while sneaking a sly grin into his conversation Corpser began to lean back and slowly slip your hard rod down his soft squishy donut and into his tight ass. immediately you almost released a hard moan and collapsed down on his back as he guided your throbbing member gradually deeper into his nethers. his ass felt close and warm around your dick, encompassing it in a way that could certainly be described as greedy and being helped along with generous hip thrusts that tried to subtly move forward and pull it out only to pound back every few intervals immediately going balls deep and making your testicles slap into his very gently. And that dreadful smalltalk with the other passenger just kept going, for some reason the elevator seemed to slow down to a terrifying pace as more ponies entered and none of them seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Corpser chatted with them as nonchalantly as the most innocent colt in the world while still absent mindedly plapping his ass down on your cock and grinding it in your lap for additional stimulation. Your entire brain capacity was soon focused on one simple command: “Don’t cum! Don’t cum! Don’t cum!” and you had to repeat that as the ride to the lobby continued and ponies left and entered and your poor strained dick began to beg for release as it was being permanently coaxed massaged and kissed by that ass.
“Don’tcum!Don’tcum!Don’tcum!” your legs began to nervously step on the spot even as your mental fortitude to prevent this imminent climax was strained to a tenth of an inch in absolute size. But eventually this devilish incubus bid the last guest farewell and pressed the correct button again. “Phew this took a while! Sorry for the delay sir but as a token of my gratitude you can freely cum in my ass. In fact don’t hold back, please pump me as full as you can! After all, a single drop on the elevator floor means a lot of work cleaning it up again.” he chuckled back at you, wiggling his fat flanks a bit before forcing his ass all the way down to your lap again. you tried to push his ass and hold it off but it was of no use, as soon as his sticky donut made contact with your lap and stained off another ring shaped kiss mark around your dick you felt your walls broke and let loose, grasping his ass firmly and moaning out hard whilst relieving yourself off all that pent up pleasure.
By the time you got up to your room finally Corpser was practically prancing down the corridor with joy while you trudged along from behind, watching his sexy rump jiggle and bounce and still gasping for air lightly yourself. “Here we are sir! I hope you enjoy your suite!'' The cocky colt opened the door and put your suitcases down inside before returning to the door and waiting for you to step in. You collapsed on the bed, gasping out hard but Corpser didn’t vanish. He closed and locked the door behind himself and then cleared his throat. “Mhmhm! I believe another tip is in order sir! For excellent customer service and luggage transport to your room!” you watched his impish grin in bewilderment then before rolling your eyes and tapping the bed at which point Corpser released an adorable squeal and came running up to the bed. He jumped on top and pinned you down, holding you on the mattress and licking his hungry pucker. “How about we do some mutual fun now?" and with a playful smirk he spun around on top of you and pushed his plump old derriere down on your face, burying your snout between his flanks and pressing his glazed donut right down on your mouth, the pressure and weight of his ass holding it steady in place and gentle rubbing motions as he took a comfy position on top of you helped smear off generous amounts of gloss right from butt to mouth.
While trying to get you in the mood for some dessert he was already going down on your junk, leaning forward as much as he could and giving each of your balls a gentle smooch followed by then licking along your shaft and peppering kisses all over it, one after another printing off generous quantities of lipstick in his perfect little kiss mark shapes.
By the time he finally slurped up your cock proper and went down to your base you were finally motivated to reciprocate the kiss and push your wet tongue down into his ass, licking at it while your mouth generously sucked on the plump rear meat. You both found this exchange rather stimulating judging by just how quickly and efficiently you grew to peak arousal and began instinctively thrusting your hips away, your motions however served to thrust your cock increasingly more aggressively into his muzzle and out again and he seemed to appreciate this use of his slutty mouth as he kept clenching around your cock ever tighter and harder and rolled his tongue all along your shaft to keep it nice and lubricated and ease shoving it into his throat.
You laid on top of one another like this for a while, pretty much until you felt like his ass had been sufficiently eaten out and he felt your member throb in the same overwhelming excitement as earlier. Corpser kept his lips as puckered as possible and made an incredibly lewd expression as he had your cock slide in and out of his dsl’s, sucking away until you grazed him with another explosive unload of cum that judging by his noises then made him rather happy as he squealed away in enjoyment and semi moaning gasps.
Several hours later you heard a knock on the door and were greeted by the replacement valet sent in to take over for Corpser and check on where he might have gone. You shrugged your shoulders and told him that Corpser had brought you up and then left earlier and beyond that you didn’t know where he might have gone. So the valet left and you closed and locked your door, immediately turning back to the bed and the gasping, profusely sweating mess of a colt who laid on the bed, makeup smeared off in a ruined state on his face and his assoverflowing and gaping. “Ready for another round sir?” he asked, looking at you with tiny hearts popping in his eyes.
