Contributed by an extremely talented, anonymous blogger with a wonderful imagination:
As the hotel maid dusts and tidies the room, she can feel his eyes on her, following her around, watching her flit with her bright feather duster. She bends over to pick up an imaginary piece of fluff from the floor, feeling his gaze slide up her legs as her uniform rides up her thighs, allowing him to see the tops of her stockings. She stretches up on her tip-toes to brush away an imaginary cobweb, bending one leg at the knee coquettishly, letting him appreciate her long shapely legs. She looks at him and sees something move under the sheets. He smiles at her when he realizes she has seen this. She should complain really, she thinks, say something. She doesn’t have to put up with this.
Instead, she walks into the bathroom and pretends to clean. She smiles at herself in the mirror and adjusts her cleavage, enjoying the control she has over the situation. A minute passes and suddenly he is standing naked in the bathroom doorway. “Oh, excuse me,” she says politely, “I’m almost finished, is there anything else I can do for you?” He steps closer to her, takes her hand and pulls her gently but firmly toward him. She doesn’t resist, he is devilishly handsome and impressively endowed. She can feel the heat of his manhood pressed against her. He holds her tightly as he lifts up her skirt and slips his strong hand inside her lace panties. She is wet and quivers at his touch. She pushes him away from her so she can get a look at him and then grasps him gently, pulling slowly up and down, loving the sounds it draws from him. Holding him like that she steers him to the bed.
“Sit down,” she says as she kneels down onto the floor. She looks up into his eyes and begins to lick him. He leans back and watches her tongue lick from the base to the tip. One of her hands moves to the base and the other between her legs. Without touching herself she can feel the radiation between her thighs. She begins to softly stroke her clit as she takes his cock and slaps it lightly against her tongue. She loves watching his face and his chest as the fire rises within him. She lowers her mouth down onto him, taking his whole cock into her throat. She leaves it there for a moment, slides her tongue around it and takes him in and out of her mouth again. He thrusts his hips slightly, but she doesn’t want him to get too excited yet.
She holds his hips and rises up, pinning him still, so that he cannot move. She teases him by slowing down each time she feels him get too aroused, but the sounds he makes and the feel of his rock hard cock in her mouth turn her on so much. She wants to feel him inside her. She saunters into the bathroom and places her hands and right knee on the counter and thrusts her ass out, beckoning him to enter her from behind.
He comes up behind her and grabs her, pulling her panties aside and pushing just the very tip of his rock hard member into her dripping wet pussy. He can feel her delicious juices trickling down the sides of his thick, twitching cock. She squeezes it with her pussy as if to ask him to enter her deeply, to fill her completely.
He pulls out the tip and kisses her shoulder and the curve of her neck where beads of sweat are beginning to form. He bends down to look at her juicy pussy. He circles one finger around her wetness and she moans. Hungrily, he darts his tongue into her and circles around her inner depths. She pushes back against him as he fucks her with his tongue. She cries out and just as she is about to come, he stops. “Fuck me now,” she demands. He inserts the tip and holds her hips steady. She squeezes his cock again and just as they make eye contact, he drives himself completely and intensely inside of her, but leaves it there. He holds her steady. His cock feels like a hot iron inside of her. She tries to move, she needs to be fucked by his thick cock. She needs to come.
But he is not going to let her. Not yet. She is going to have to beg for it. She tries to move again, desperate to feel him sliding in and out of her, but he holds her fast and strong. Their eyes meet in the mirror and she can see he has a wicked grin playing across his lips. “Bastard.” She smiles back, “Fuck me hard!” He gives her just one single pump, pulling almost right out of her and plunging back in to his full length before holding her still again. She struggles and her pussy throbs with desire and lust. He squeezes with his cock, pushing against her deep red depths and she squeals slightly. “Please,” she half laughs, half cries. He pulls out and pushes in again, slowly but fully. Once, twice, a little harder, a little faster. She moans uncontrollably and he stops holding her still so she can work her hips against him.
He speeds up and her heart races as he moves in and out of her, fucking her thoroughly. “Turn around and sit on the edge,” he says. She obeys. He removes her soaking wet panties from her and she wraps her legs around his strong waist. He grabs ahold of her thighs and uses them as leverage as he takes her with fury. She throws her head back and screams, “Yes, you feel so good inside me, fuck me harder!” He picks her up and pushes her back against the wall. “Fuck!” she screams, as she feels her body tingle and burn on the brink of orgasm. As their bodies sweat together, suddenly he comes into her, hard. He convulses and feels the muscles within her contract. She feels him fill her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she shakes violently and collapses into him. They stay there for a moment like that, kissing, breathing heavily, their hot combined juices seeping from her pussy, dripping down his legs.
He puts her down. “I love you,” he says to her.
“I told you that you would like it if I dressed up for you,” she says, smiling. “Next time I want to be your dirty school girl.” He spanks her butt and they run, laughing, into the other room.