05E2226-Hotel cleaners get fucked by guests

Title: “Dirty Little Secrets of the Hotel Maid Service”

The luxury hotel was renowned for its pristine rooms and impeccable service. Little did its wealthy patrons know, the maid service wasn’t just tidying up after their stays – they were fulfilling very different needs indeed.

Olivia, a buxom beauty with hair as dark as her desires, wiped down the oversized bathtub in Suite 47. She hummed to herself, swaying her wide hips hypnotically. The door clicked open and she glanced up, not surprised to see the well-dressed businessman from earlier.

“What took you so long?” she chided playfully, reaching behind to unzip her tight maid dress. The garment fell to the floor, revealing the lacy black lingerie hugging her ripe curves.

The man gawked at her rounded breasts threatening to spill from her demi-bra. “Miss Olivia, your boss doesn’t like us fraternizing with the guests,” he panted, openly ogling her.

Olivia smirked, prowling towards him like a predator. “Whoopsie, I guess I forgot my rulebook. Lucky for me, you like to break the rules too, don’t you?” She shoved him against the wall.

Caged beneath her, the man lost all reservation. He groped her plentiful rear, squeezing the supple flesh. “Mmm, you’re no maid, you’re an angel in disguise,” he groaned, mouths crashing together in a searing kiss.

“Angel, slut, happens I’m versatile,” Olivia purred, nibbling his earlobe. She undid his belt, shoving his expensive slacks and briefs around his ankles. His thickening cock bobbed free, engorged with lust. “Let me worship you,” she offered huskily.

Dropping to her knees, Olivia lapped at the round head of his manhood, tasting the bead of pre-cum. Slowly, she took him into the hot, wet furrow of her mouth. Her plump lips stretched around his girth as she swallowed inch after inch. The man’s fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her down to take him deeper.

“That’s it, maid,” he grunted. “Lick and suck your master’s cock.”

Olivia gobbled his length greedily, until his balls rested heavily against her chin. She hollowed her cheeks with each suck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Soon, he was rock hard and glistening with her saliva.

“Bed…now,” he rasped, dragging her up. They tumbled onto the silken sheets, a tangle of grasping hands and straining muscles. The maid dress and lingerie were ripped off her body, leaving Olivia bare and writhing.

The businessman latched onto her bountiful breast, suckling the pebbled nipple. He rolled and pinched the other between his fingers, sending jolts straight to her core. Olivia spread her thick thighs invitingly, revealing her slick, pink folds already dripping with arousal.

“Do you want to make me cum?” she coaxed, fingers circling her swollen clit. “Put it in, while it’s still hard.”

Need drove him like a man possessed. His hips surged forward, plunging his cock deep into her sheath. Olivia cried out at the sweet invasion, grabbing her ankles and bending almost in half. He drew back and slammed in again, each powerful thrust punching the air from her lungs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Olivia wailed, impaled on his thick rod. The businessman pounded into her relentlessly, angling to hit that spot deep within. Frantic lovemaking noises filled the room – wet slaps of flesh, grunts of exertion, whines of mounting pleasure.

Olivia reached between their straining bodies, frigging her aching clit in quick circles. The combination had her seeing stars. Tension coiled tight in her core, ready to burst. “I’m…I’m gonna…ahh fuck I’m cumming!” she screamed, convulsing violently.

Her rippling walls milked the man’s cock, squeezing and fluttering around his shaft. Too far gone to stop, he pistoned his hips, chasing his own release. “Olivia…fuck…!” he roared, burying himself to the hilt and dumping his hot load deep inside her quivering body.

They collapsed together in a heaving, sweaty tangle, cum leaking out of her well-used pussy. As the waves of ecstasy gradually ebbed, guilt colored the man’s face. “I’m sorry, I don’t how I let that happen,” he stammered, scrambling to put on his clothes.

Olivia just smiled, stretching languidly. “Don’t apologize, that was amazing. Come visit Suite 47 any time…day or night,” she purred, winking. She sauntered out of the room on wobbly legs, tits jiggling, dress askew – the picture of satisfied sin.

Was she the only wanton maid servicing the hotel’s elite guests? The truth was, Olivia was just the tip of the iceberg. Each day, the maid service welcomed pleasure seekers behind closed doors.

There was Sophia, olive-skinned and petite, insatiable in her lust for well-hung clientele. She would lounge on the bed, donning a tiny thong, legs spread wide, and taunting men until they surrendered to her siren call.

And let’s not forget polka-dotted Sunny, known affectionately among the frequent fliers as the “purpleDragon”. She was the BDSM mistress of your deepest fantasies. Picture it: she’d have you bound and gagged, your excitement bulging in your pants, as she crooned about all the delicious torments she would inflict. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, she’d free your throbbing cock and let you ride her to ecstasy.

The moral of the story? Don’t underestimate a hotel maid. She mops floors by day, but by night…well, let’s just say she satisfies desires you didn’t even know you had. So next time you check into a luxury resort, take special note of the maid assigned to your room. She just might be the key to your wildest carnal adventures.