Working Girls #3 – NSFW

Sometimes I hate this job. Cleaning up other people’s messes. Making their beds. Picking up dirty towels from their borrowed bathrooms. Taking them an extra pillow or wiping out ashtrays. Yep. The glamorous position as a housekeeper, working nights in a mid-range hotel. Yippee.

The plus side is I do make a little bit in tips and also working nights I don’t have to deal with the BS from my fellow day workers. The laundry guys downstairs are nice enough, if a tad weird. Always talking about some video game or listening to Pink Floyd while stoned.

Tonight is like any other. The normal extra services and cleaning the exercise room and making sure no one is out in the pool after hours. My radio crackles to life as the front desk guy tells me that room 306 needs an extra pillow and two more towels. Cue the eye-roll. I know for a fact that there is only one person in there and it’s a king bed with six, yes, SIX pillows already in there. Probably some out of town business man who has a “visitor”. Sigh. God sometimes I hate this job.

I make my way up to the room, checking my watch. At least my shift is almost done. Ten more minutes and this guy wouldn’t get his fucking towels.

What I didn’t expect when I knocked on the door was the sex-god standing before me. The guy was tall. Really tall. Like duck-when-you-walk-through-the-door tall. He’s gorgeous, too. Not too thin. Not too thick. My jaw drops and I, for a moment, forget why I’m here. An easy smile spreads across his beautiful face. My pussy clenches. Like literally clenches.

“Ummm… ahem. Your towels and pillow?” (Smooth… reallll smooth; why else would you be here?)

He chuckles and slightly shakes his head. He opens the door wider and ushers me in. I hesitate only a moment. Slightly unorthodox but not against any rules. I may have sniffed him as I passed by (for the record, he smells amazing).

He clears his throat, like HE’s nervous and says quietly, “hey…. I… don’t actually need those things. I just saw you earlier in the hall and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

Now, you’d think I’d get all creeped out and run back out the door he’s still holding open. But instead I turn back toward him and all I can think is how sexy his deep voice is and how I wonder what he sounds like when he’s cumming.

I set the linens on the side table and slowly walk back to him, pushing the door closed. This near to him I’m looking up, up, up. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. His hand raises to my hair, taking a hold of my long braid and removing the band holding it there. I audibly moan.

Oh God. I’ve never done anything like this before but I am so going to do whatever it is he wants. His long fingers run through my wavy tresses before his hand traces my jawline and on down my throat. I moan again and apparently that was all we need. Like a dam breaks free, we are suddenly all hands and lips and tongues and groans. His hands rip open my top and my bra in one loud tear. My tits fall out and his hands grab them, squeezing hard. I hiss and go for his pants.

Not moving fast enough, he takes over and in only a few short seconds, we are both completely naked. Time stands still for but a moment then we are crashing together again. I can feel myself dripping down my thighs. His hard cock pushes against my stomach. He swiftly, easily, as if I weigh nothing, lifts me up his tall body and says in that sexy voice: “I’m going to fuck you now.” My head falls back and his teeth are on my throat. I feel his cock at my wet entrance and then the door is against my back and he’s pushing himself in. Ohmygod I’ve never felt anything so delightful. I moan. He bites me again.

“Fuck me!” I cry. He starts pumping into me, holding me just right. I’m being pounded into the door and it feels so fucking good. “More!” I beg. He takes me right to the edge of orgasm and then just stops. I wiggle and squirm. “Let me cum! Please! Don’t stop!”

“Soon…” He promises quietly. Agonizingly, he withdraws from me. My pussy tries to hold him in but still he pulls out. He carries me over to the bed and gently sets me down on my ass, legs spread wide. He kneels before me and one hand grips the back of my head while the other runs up my quivering thigh. He brings my mouth to his just as he pushes two thick fingers inside me. He strokes me again, tongue dueling mine, as his fingers fuck my drenched pussy. I’m brought to the edge again and once again he withdraws suddenly.

“Please!” I unashamedly beg. This time he lifts me up and turns me over onto my knees before him. He adjusts my legs and then I feel his tongue as he licks me from my throbbing clit up to my ass.

“Fuck, you taste too fucking good, Baby.” He grinds out. And with that he stands, spreads my ass and pushes a thumb in my ass just as his hard cock pushes roughly into my aching pussy. I throw my head back and scream out. “Yes! Yes! Just like that!” My fingers find my clit and I’m rubbing myself with abandon while he fucks my pussy and his thumb massages my ass.

It’s nothing for us both as we find our release at the exact same time. I’m screaming out, he’s shouting, my pussy clenches and shutters and milks that wonderful cock for all it’s worth. I can feel his hot cum shooting inside me, like it’s never going to end.

I can feel him shaking behind me, my own body is quivering. “God damn, darling,” he declares, “that was amazing…. now how about we make use of those towels?”

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