Ravishing the Hotel Maid — Part Two

Sandra threw her head back crying out her pleasure as her body shuddered. She pushed her pulsating pussy down against my cock, holding it there, as her climax shook her entire body.

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I slept surprisingly well that night and woke to the alarm going off, following my normal routine, and after brushing my teeth, I slipped off my underwear and headed to the shower.

Turning on the water, I stepped inside and felt it washing over me. Leaning against the wall, I let the warm water ease the stiffness from my body and that’s when I heard the shower door open and Sandra stepped in, naked.

Her breasts were perky and round, with large, pink areolas capped with hard, prominent nipples just begging to be sucked. Her stomach was flat, her legs were toned and smooth, and of course, there was that trimmed patch of hair just above her treasure box.

“You are early this morning,” I said, smiling.

Sandra did not say a thing. She just put her arms around me and pressed her naked body against mine. Holding me tight, she went up on her toes and kissed me with an urgent hunger. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was determined to get past my parted lips. The directness and passion of her kiss set my heart racing. It was like a lifetime of sexual needs were bursting out of her in one frenzied kiss.

My heart was pounding, and I was feeling a bit lightheaded, so I broke our kiss to drink in a lungful of air.

“I don’t know what you have done to me, but I need you,” she said in a soft voice.

“You are an amazingly sexy and passionate woman, Sandra,” I said then kissed her tenderly.

Her hand slid between us and her fingers found my erection and curled around the shaft. Her eyes looked deeply into mine and a naughty smile appeared on her face.

“I still owe you something from yesterday,” she said.

Her eyes never left mine as she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her gaze shifted to look intently at my cock, before trying to engulf it. Her inexperience was showing as she tried to shove it all down her throat and quickly pulled it out of her mouth, trying to suppress her gagging.

I reached down and tilted her face to look up at me.

“Relax, just enjoy it,” I said.

Sandra smiled, and still holding my cock in her hand, she skimmed it across her lips before kissing it and sending a shiver through my body. I could tell she wanted to please me, but just her being on her knees, and playing with my cock was enough for me.

Her light kisses continued down my shaft and back up before her tongue followed the same path, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from my lips. My gaze was fixed on her when she stopped to study my cock for a few seconds and her lips closed over my glistening knob.

I could not help but groan as her tongue swirled over my head. Then her mouth began a rhythmic sucking, followed by that distinctive popping sound when she pulled the mushroom head out from between her lips. My cock twitched as her tongue licked up and down the shaft several times, getting it slippery for her stroking hand.

“That feels so good, baby!” I gasped and she looked up at me.

Her lips closed over the head, and I felt the warmth of her mouth slowly engulfing my cock. My hands were holding her head in place as she slowly sucked me deeper into her mouth, her tongue circling around and around the head of my dick. I let out a guttural moan as she started bobbing her head forward and back.

Sandra looked up and saw the intense pleasure on my face. She pulled back, letting her teeth gently scrap over my cock as she popped it out of her mouth and started to polish my shaft with her palm. Each upward stroke pushed a drop of precum out until there was a trickle spilling down the shaft. She stopped stroking and looked up at me provocatively as her tongue licked the stream of precum.

Licking and kissing the head of my cock, she slowly teased me until she let it slide back into her mouth. My breathing became ragged as I watched her suck me. The tension had been building in my balls, and, as she twisted her hand around my shaft while also sucking on the head, I felt the pressure go past the point of no return.

“I am cumming,” I moaned out.

I tried to pull back out of her mouth, but her hands grabbed my ass and pulled forward to hold me in place. I let out a satisfying cry as a week’s worth of sexual frustration ejaculated into her mouth. My cock pulsed four times, blowing a warm load of cum each time onto her waiting tongue. Once my hips stopped bucking and she knew I was done, she pulled back and opened her mouth to show me the white, creamy pool of cum on her tongue. I was just about to voice how hot it was that she took me in her mouth like that when she started to swallow.

It wasn’t easy for her; she gagged a couple of times as I saw her throat working to get it down, but she did it. She swallowed my entire cumload. I know it had to be sitting warm in her belly as I pulled her up from her knees and kissed her, tasting the remnants of my cum still lingering on her lips.

“Did I do good?” she asked, glancing into my eyes.

“You were amazing, Sandra. You can’t imagine how good it felt and how much I needed the release. Thank you.”

She let out a contented sigh and buried her face against my chest. Our bodies were pressed intimately together as we stood there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other. Her fingers began lightly running up and down my back while my hands slipped down to caress her firm ass.

It did not take long for the flame of passion to spark again and my cock started to come back to life as I pressed her up against the shower wall, and my lips hungrily found hers, in a deep and passionate kiss. She groaned into my mouth as her hands grabbed onto my ass, pulling our hips tight against the other. My lips moved to her neck, and I turned her around and guided her out of the shower and toward the bed.

I watched her sway her hips as she walked. Sandra stopped by the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch my hardness, exploring the length and thickness of it.

“It is amazing how easily you get hard,” she said.

“I’m this hard for you,” I replied.

“I love knowing that you are hard for me. I can’t believe that someone finds me as desirable and sexy as you do,” she confided, continuing to fondle my cock.

“Let me show you,” I replied and pulled her to me.

She moved onto the bed, one leg hitching over me to straddle my hips, her knees coming to rest on either side of me. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my belly as the head of my cock poked against her ass. It would only take a flex of my hips and I could be inside of her, but I held off.

Her hands slid up my stomach, coming to rest on my chest. Her fingertips left a warm trail up to where her fingers pressed into the toned muscles of my chest. There was a bit of curiosity as her touch followed the curves of my pecs before her small hands tried to palm their shape.

She raised up until just her nipples were lightly touching my chest. The sight of her breasts hanging down right in front of me, the hard little buds resting on my chest, was so enticing that it almost took my breath away.

Sandra rocked back, dragging her nipples down my chest. Her nipples lightly grazed back over my chest, prompting a groan from my lips. The sensuous feeling of her touches was surging through my body.

Her teasing nipples swept over my chin and across my face. She danced them over my cheeks and eyes before leaning down to smother my face in the softness of her breasts. She had me so turned on I could barely restrain myself from rolling her over and burying my cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Resting on my shoulder, she held herself up as her breasts swayed right above my face, taunting me with one nipple just out of range of my waiting lips.

“You want these don’t you?” she asked, jiggling her breasts.

There was no response needed. I held her in place and sucked her nipple, catching her by surprise. Her back arched and she gasped in pleasure as I started licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her eyes were shut, her breathing deep but ragged, as I continued my attention to her breast.

Shifting her hips back and nestling the length of my hardness between her swollen outer labia, I knew she was ready for me. I could see how my cock split her pussy, with the head poking out from underneath it.

“Slide your pussy along my shaft,” I commanded.

I could feel how slippery she was as her pussy effortlessly slid back the length of my cock. Moving my hands to her hips, I pulled her forward and then pushed her back. She quickly got into a rhythm and started grinding against my shaft. Slowly, she slid her pussy forward and then back. Forward. And back. Each time she gained speed until she was rhythmically grinding against me, my cock glistening with her juices each time it was revealed. I watched her hips rocking back and forth, her moans in sync with the gyrations of her hips. I loved the feeling of her pussy rubbing over my cock, and the sight of her breasts swaying in time to her thrusting hips. A sloppy wet sound merged with the rising pitch of her moans as she continued sawing on my cock the inevitable happened.

Sandra threw her head back crying out her pleasure as her body shuddered. She pushed her pulsating pussy down against my cock, holding it there, as her climax shook her entire body. As her orgasm began to subside, she collapsed down on top of me as several lingering spasms convulsed through her body. With her orgasm over, she just laid there gasping for air, her heartbeat pounding against my chest. I softly caressed her back until her breathing returned to normal.

“I have never done that before,” she said.

I smiled and gave her a loving smack on the ass.

“I know I should not be saying this, but I want to feel you inside me so badly.”

“Get up,” I commanded. “Bend over, like you’re making the bed.”

Sandra made no objection as she bent over the bed, leaning her hands on the mattress to support herself. I pushed her feet apart to further spread her legs, fully revealing her arousal, still glistening in the folds of her pussy. The moment was surreal; here was this sexy woman I really knew very little about offering her open vulva to me. Her outer labia had a light covering of hair that was now matted and glistening with her juices. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sniffing in the aroma of her need floating in the air. She had been waiting patiently, but now gave a little wiggle to her butt, silently imploring me to finally give her what she wanted and needed.

My hands grasped her hips as I teasingly pressed up against her ass, grinding against her, prepping for what she thought would be my cock. Rather than entering her, though, I reached down and tapped her clit, sending an instant jolt through her. Alternating between lightly rubbing her clit and twisting two fingers inside of her, it did not take long before I had her breathing heavily and looking wide-eyed at me over her shoulder.

Sandra’s moans and the rocking movement of her hips told me she was almost there, the pleasure building and building. The pressure was peaking; her head was down, and her body began to tense, just a couple of finger thrusts more and… I stopped, bringing a cry of disappointment and frustration.

“Do you like being a bad girl for me?” I asked, smacking her ass lightly.

“Yes! Yes, I love being your bad girl.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck my pussy!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes smoldering with passion.

I was surprised but pleased with her boldness, so I ended her frustration, taking my cock in hand and pressing the engorged head between her swollen outer lips, instantly coating it in her warm wetness. The first touch of my cock to her pussy brought an extended cry from her lips, which turned into moans as I slowly began to rub it up and down the slippery, pink slit between her legs.

“Please, do it!” she cried out in frustration.

I held my cock at her opening and slowly pushed in, spreading her pink folds. I was savoring the feeling of her softness closing in around my hard shaft as I slid in, slowly. I could feel the walls of her pussy giving way to my penetrating cock as I pushed deeper into her warmth. With a final stab forward, I sent a shudder through her as I completely buried myself in her pussy.

I pulled back slowly and waited, letting her eagerness build again until I heard a whimper, which was my signal to slam it back in. My thrust drove her forward and pushed a loud moan of ecstasy out of her lungs. At that point I began to rhythmically thrust into her, my hips slapping against her round ass and she started to respond, pushing back against my thrusts, driving me in as deep as I could go. She was getting fucked hard now.

From her moans of pleasure and the way her body was responding, I knew a sensual bliss was pulsing through her body in waves as her orgasm neared. I was close, but not there yet, but the rising crescendo of her moans told me she was almost there. A few more thrusts and her orgasm erupted.

“God! I’m cumming!” she gasped out.

Her pussy pulsated around my cock as her orgasm raged through her. She collapsed forward onto the bed, my cock still embedded in her cunt, spasming. I spooned on top of her, feeling the sweat on her back against my chest. Though I was still hard and throbbing inside of her, I just watched the way she was breathing; it was almost like she was purring in contentment. Pushing her hair to the side, I lightly kissed the back of her neck, bringing her focus back to me.

“That was incredible!”

“Get up on the bed,” I instructed and Sandra didn’t need any convincing.

Crawling up onto the bed, she lay back and spread her legs invitingly. Kneeling between her legs, I positioned my cock right before her opening once again. There was no delay this time. I plunged my throbbing member into her waiting hole and I easily slid in until I was fully buried inside of her.

Her fingers pressed hard into my shoulder, holding on as her body absorbed my pounding. I could feel my passion and pleasure building inside me, and I could tell she was getting close to yet another orgasm.

“I- I want you to cum… in my pussy…” she said, breathlessly.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw they were filled with lust and passion. I did not have the breath to reply and just kept pumping. I was just about to erupt when her back arched, her legs wrapped around my waist and she cried out her orgasmic pleasure, pressing her pussy tight against my cock as her orgasm surged through her body. I could not hold back any longer, so my cock erupted inside her, shooting my sticky, warm, cum into her pussy.

Finally spent, I rolled off her, sprawling on the bed beside her. We just lay like that as the pleasures of sex slowly faded away. I sat up and looked between her still-spread legs to see a gob of white oozing out of her, dripping down onto the bed sheet.

“Don’t worry about it, I can’t have children,” she said when she noticed me staring at the cum leaking from between her legs.

She leaned over and gently kissed me.

“Thank you. I really needed this,” she said. “Will you come back to me again, someday?”

This woman was so sexy and hot that I knew I would look her up again the next time I was in London.

“You are a beautiful, sexy woman, Sandra. I will be counting down the days until I can get back to see you.”

She kissed me again before getting out of bed. My eyes devoured her naked body one last time as she picked her dress up from the floor and stepped into it. Going over to the mirror, she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to hide the fact that she had been thoroughly plowed for the past hour. Not satisfied with her attempt, she pulled a tie from her dress pocket and just piled all her hair up into a bun, and then tied it in place.

“Will you at least tell me your name?” she asked.

“Patrick,” I responded.

“Thank you, Patrick. For everything.”

She gave me a sad smile before blowing me a kiss, and then she turned and was gone.

I lay on the bed for a few minutes, thinking of all that had happened. I knew that I needed to get going, so I showered again, got dressed, and finished packing my things. I stood there looking at the bed. I chuckled to myself, thinking that somebody was going to need to change those soiled bedsheets.

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