This spicy hotel maid fantasy shows Fran doing her job, plus Stacy (and Stacey’s husband). Lots of licking, sticking, sucking, and fucking.
I’ve been working as a maid for a few months. It wasn’t my choice of job, but I needed to work, and this was the first place that would hire me with decent pay and benefits.
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when I arrived at Penthouse 4. I knocked on the door and announced myself as “housekeeping,” then I waited a moment to see if the guest would answer. The room was registered to Matthew and Stacy Peterson. Sounded fancy and rich, to me. I knocked a second time, again announcing who I was, and said that I would use my key to clean the room. Just as I reached for the door with my keycard, it opened, and a stunning blonde woman was standing in the foyer.
I said, “Hi, I’m Fran, here to handle housekeeping.” She said, “Thanks, Fran. I’m Stacy,” and opened the door so I could enter with my cleaning cart. She asked me to empty the trash, make the bed, replace the towels, and hang her laundry that was on the bench. I told her no problem, I would need about an hour to get it all done. She was in the bathroom doing her hair and make-up. She mentioned that her husband was at a business meeting but would be back in the room shortly to freshen up before they went to dinner with his client.
I was cleaning, but kept getting distracted by Stacy. She was a MILF if I ever saw one. She had long, blonde hair, and I could tell she had a great, svelte body in the little black dress she was wearing. She had a small waist, a visibly round ass, and her boobs were strapped tightly in the low-cut top of her dress. Her lips were especially full and luscious-looking. I’ve been bisexual since experimenting in my college days, and I just love to love a beautiful lady.
As I was making the bed, a small toy fell from a pillowcase. Stacy didn’t see what happened, but I stared at it for a moment. I see these things all the time, so it’s not weird, but I got a naughty thought and wondered if I could use this to my advantage.
I picked it up and met Stacy in the bathroom. “Where would you like me to put this, ma’am?” Stacy’s face turned beet red, and she grabbed it from me quickly. “I’m so sorry!” she blurted out. I waved her off. “Oh, don’t worry, I see plenty of toys cleaning so many rooms.”
I approached her slowly, touched her shoulder, and whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed.” She looked into the bathroom mirror and stared back at me as I ran my fingers across her back, stopping at the zipper. Then, it was like a switch flipped. Her embarrassment turned to sexual tension. I pulled the zipper tab down, exposing her sculpted back, and kissed the nape of her neck. Stacy turned to me and kissed me, softly, on the lips. I kissed back, and then, we were making out.
I repositioned us onto the countertop, directing her to sit, and then I started lifting her dress. Pulling the dress to her waist revealed cute white underwear with black detailing. As if she wasn’t already breathless enough, there was a damp spot clearly visible that clung to her slit. “I wanna taste you,” I said. She slipped her fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled them away from her body, dropping them at her ankles. She said, “Be gentle, I’ve never been with a girl before.” And that really aroused me.
I pulled one leg onto the counter, tracing my hand up her thigh and grazing it across her mons. I gently kissed her pussy, and she quivered, tossing her head back in pleasure. I grazed my finger across her lips and then pulled her pussy lip to the side, exposing her pretty pink clit. I shoved my face into her snatch and licked her button. Stacy’s moans turned me on even more.
“Do you like that?” I asked. She shook her head yes, but couldn’t articulate in words. I gave a small smile, then pressed a finger into her wet hole — one finger, and then two. The penetration brought a new sense of satisfaction in her body’s response. As I fingered her, I went up to lick and nibble on her nipples. I kissed and licked and sucked her into bliss. Her hips bucked up against my face until suddenly, her hips stopped, and every muscle tensed before releasing into a shaking, screaming orgasm.
When she was finished, she brought me up for another kiss, tasting her own juices. She said, “I have another task for you.”
Before I could ask, I heard a keycard being used at the room door. Her husband was back from his meeting. I stood up and fixed my hair. He said, “Hey honey, I’m back. Are you almost ready to go?” Then he said, “Wait, is the maid here?” I stayed silent.
She walked out first and said, “Yes, she’s here. But before we go, there’s some unfinished business to take care of.” He looked confused.
She fingered me to come towards her, so I did. Walking out of the bathroom behind her, as she stood naked and disheveled from the sex we just had, I just stood there quietly. She looked at me and said, “Fuck my husband.”
Now I was confused. Was she serious? Was this a joke?
Her husband was an attractive guy. Mid-40’s, dark hair and eyes, with a beard. He was in dress pants and shoes with a white button-down shirt and a fancy tie.
I looked at her for reassurance, and then he stood up. I could see his bulge growing under those tight dress pants. I took that as my signal to proceed.
Stacy moved to bed. And I walked to her husband and said, “So, you’re Matthew. You have a beautiful wife, and she tastes like a sweet peach.” Then I pushed him back onto the oversized leather couch. While I started unbuckling his belt, he began unbuttoning his shirt. I peeled the shirt over his broad shoulders, exposing his firm, hairy chest. He didn’t have a six-pack, but didn’t have a beer belly either.
I kneeled in front of him as he pulled off his pants and was in awe of his hard dick that was released. I took him in my hands and admired his girth. Stroking him a few times, a glimmer of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock. I crawled onto the couch with every intention of giving him a blowjob.
I wrapped my lips around his dick and started sucking him off. He placed his hand on the back of my head and applied a little pressure so I could deep throat him. I used my tongue to lick his shaft; he seemed to really like me licking the underside.
He didn’t wanna cum until he fucked my pussy, so he moved to the floor, asked me to lie down, and then he spread my legs wide open. I was already dripping wet after my rendezvous with his wife, but hadn’t had an orgasm yet. (I usually need clitoral stimulation to orgasm.) He buried his face in my pussy and started lapping my lips, licking my clit, and tasting my wetness. His strong hands, holding my legs open, and his scruffy beard on my snatch were such a turn-on.
Meanwhile, Stacy sat on the bed, watching intently with her rose toy, and enjoyed the show. She masturbated with her fingers and her toy. We locked eyes a few times; I’ve never had someone watch me fuck, especially not fucking their husband. As sexually adventurous as I am, this was a first.
After tasting my lady bits, he positioned his firm cock at the entrance of my pussy, massaging the tip on my clit before pressing into my hole. He was big and thick, but felt so good inside. “Oh my god,” I moaned out. He took that and started pounding into me. Every thrust brings me closer to an orgasm.
I wanted him in my ass; he felt so good, and I was a big fan of anal sex. I pushed him back a bit, sat him down, and moved to reverse cowgirl in his lap. I slid him into my pussy so I could ride him, and then pulled him out, and positioned him below my asshole. Lowering my body onto his pole, I could feel all of my nerve-endings in ecstasy. I hopped up and down on his dick and enjoyed every advance. He moved me to the side so he could fuck me with intensity. I fingered my clit while he had his way with my ass. It only took a few moments before he shouted, “I’m cumming,” and released himself into my tight hole. At the same time, I shuddered a fierce orgasm of my own. We both collapsed onto the couch.
When we finally caught our breath, I walked over to Stacy and said, “Thanks for bringing this guy, and fulfilling my hotel maid fantasy!” We both laughed, and I brought her in for a kiss. She’d indulged me so well. “You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had,” I whispered.
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