I was a maid in a large hotel chain. I had been with the company a couple of years, and it didn't pay well at all. They expected that their maids would make a lot in tips, which I did. Still, it was a dirty, go-nowhere job.
I sometimes had to do emergency calls - people would have a party in their rooms and make a mess that needed to be cleaned up, or someone would need extra towels - literally, all kinds of problems arose.
I got a really dumb emergency call one night. Room 471 needed towels. Ha, I thought, I bet they did. I grabbed the fresh linen cart and began wheeling it toward the elevator, standing there stamping my feet while I waited for the slow employee's elevator to reach the basement.
I rapped gently on the door of 471. There was no answer. I knocked
louder, and there was still no answer. I took my master key and
inserted it. They had probably stepped out quickly, I thought.
The instant I entered the room, I realized that there was someone in
the shower. I started to leave the towels on the bed, and as I opened
the door to leave, I heard a man's voice.
"In here," I heard.
I turned. There was a man standing in the doorway to the bathroom. I
could see his head and his shoulders.
"Your towel is on the bed, sir," I said.
To my surprise, he stepped out from behind the door. He was naked. I
averted my eyes as quickly as I could, but not before I got a good look
at a rather large, hairy cock. He wasn't circumcised. His balls were
big and fat, too, full of dark hair in swirls as they dripped water to
the floor.
"Can you bring me the towel?" he asked with a smile.
My face was red. I was turned on by what I had seen. I picked up the
towel from the bed and took a few steps toward him. He disappeared, and
I heard the shower stall open and close. He was back in the shower. I
stepped into the bathroom and put the towel on the rack. I could see
his naked form behind the frosted glass of the shower.
Then, the water stopped, and the shower stall popped open, and the
naked man stood right there, in front of me. This time, his cock didn't
hang just slightly. It stuck out at me. I couldn't avert my gaze from
it. He was just a few feet away.
As I stood and stared at it, it began to grow. He used some kind of
muscle control to make it jump up and down.
"It does tricks," he said. "It must like you."
I swallowed. Then, I smiled.
"Will you dry me off?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. I took the towel from the rack
and pressed it against his muscular, hairy chest. He turned around, and
I dried his back, moving the towel all the way down to his buttocks.
They were two tight, round globes of muscle, dotted with black hairs.
Then, he turned around and faced me again.
I dried his tummy, and my arm touched his cock. The head was peeking
out of the fleshy foreskin. It was a dark red color, and there was a
drop of sticky pre-cum on the tip.
I got on my knees to dry his legs and feet.
Standing there in front of me, those big hairy balls shoved right in my
face, he suddenly moved his hips forward. I opened my mouth and let him
move closer. His balls fell into my mouth.
There was a manly but clean taste about that meaty skin sac that held
his big, heavy balls. I moved up to that fat cock sticking up in the
air, and wrapped my mouth around it. I had to open my mouth nearly as
wide as it would go to get it all in. I began moving my mouth up and
down on it, kneading his balls with my fingers. I felt him shudder and
heard him moan.
"Oh, God, I can't stand that, I'm gonna cum too soon."
I pulled my mouth away. I looked up at him. I moved my hands to his
big, fat balls, and began massaging them. The skin of his balls was
tight, flecked with copious black hairs. I ran my fingers all around
his testicles, feeling the big orbs just beneath the skin. I moved my
tongue to his balls, running my tongue over the velvety-smooth skin. I
stroked his fat cock gently with one hand as I massaged his balls.
He shoved his cock back into my mouth, his balls hitting my chin. Then,
he filled the back of my throat with his hot come. His balls tightened
in my hand, and he shot an enormous load. I tried to swallow, but the
stuff dripped down my chin and along the vein-filled shaft of his cock.
It fell down to his pubic hair and slowly dripped down to his balls.
He pulled out of my mouth and stood there in front of me, his hard cock
dripping with the cream from his hairy sac.
He didn't say a word. He simply reached down and lifted me up, then
reached under my skirt. He pulled my panties off, kneeling between my
legs. I could feel his warm, wet tongue on my inner thighs, flicking in
and out, here and there.
I was in another world. I felt his warm hot mouth on my pussy lips, and
I began to gyrate my hips as the man licked up and
down.
I felt his hands reach around to undo my bra. He fumbled with it for
about a minute, then gave up.
We both sat on the bathroom floor, out bodies intertwining, and slowly,
my clothes wound up as a pile on the floor.
He reached up with one hand, gently touching a nipple, as if afraid
that I would stop him. With the other hand, he reached behind me and
pulled me toward him, then moved my legs farther apart.
He stood, and reached down and pulled me up to him. Then, he picked me
up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down, and stood there looking
at my body.
"Lovely," he said, looking at my wet pussy. "It's lovely, like candy."
He climbed onto the bed beside me. He moved his head down, and with my
legs spread wide, he inserted his tongue into my wet pussy, sending
inexplicable shivers of delight through my body.
His hands continued working on my tits, too, as he squeezed first one
nipple very gently, then the other. As his tongue made contact with my
clit, I felt spasms building up within me.
"I'm going to cum," I said.
I did. Spasm after spasm racked my body as I came. I thrust my groin
toward him, making fucking motions with my hips as I came. At last, he
removed his tongue. He looked up into my eyes. He sighed deeply. Then
he swallowed. With a smile, he said, "I guess I got carried away."
"I guess I did, too," I said.
I sat up and then swung my feet over the side of the bed. I went into
the bathroom and began getting dressed.
"My name's Bill," I heard him say from the bathroom.
"I'm Gina," I said from the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, making
sure my makeup wasn't too bad, and straightened my clothes.
"What time are you off?" he asked me.
"Another three hours."
"Can you come back? We can go to dinner."
I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the naked, hairy, handsome
man on the bed.
"You bet, buster," I said.
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