NICHE PARADE – Slutty Maid Cheats On Her Boyfriend With Hotel Guest

“Naughty Maid’s Dirty Deed” by Niche Parade

In the seedy heart of a bustling metropolis lurks the Crimson Hotel – a sordid establishment that’s seen better days, just like the guests it caters to. One maid in particular, lsabella, is no stranger to the hotel’s shady reputation. With her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun, thick thighs straining against her too-tight uniform, and an aura of barely concealed depravity, she’s a walking contradiction in a quaint blue and white dress, a makeup smeared parody of wholesome, all-American innocence.

lsabella is well-known to the guests. She’s the girl you call when you need something “extra” spruced up, or when you’ve had an “accident” that requires a diamond-tipped smile and a dirty tongue. When she saunters into a room, you can practically hear the shackles rattling, the sound of chastity being broken with each click of her plastic pump heels against the grimy carpet.

Today’s special request comes from Colin, a middle-aged travelling salesman with a penchant for the taboo. He’s got small, mean hands and an even meaner mouth when he’s not getting laid. He requests a maid with an unquenchable thirst for cock and a willingness to tend to his every “need”. lsabella is the obvious choice.

When she arrives at Colin’s door, lsabella is already panting, her pink lips slick with the promise of a job well done. She’s wearing her sluttiest uniform – a tie too loose, a skirt too high, her pussy almost visible through the thin fabric of her thong. She doesn’t even bother with the charade of a greeting. She just steps inside, the door clacking shut behind her with a finality that speaks of an impending carnal reckoning.

Colin wastes no time. He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand while the other hand gropes for her ass. lsabella moans, a low, guttural sound that borders on obscene. She sinks to her knees, her hands working deftly on his zipper, her eyes locked on his with a hunger that might seem desperate to the untrained eye. But lsabella knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to take it.

As she wraps her lips around Colin’s cock, she starts to think about her boyfriend, Miles. Miles, with his pretentious mustache and his even more pretentious books. Miles, who thinks he can keep her on a leash, that a few measly orgasms a week will satisfy her cravings. Miles, whose name she never bothers to mutter as she cums around another man’s cock.

Colin reaches down, gripping her hair tight as he pulls her head savage and raw against him. The pain is divine, shooting shivers down her spine like a cardiac arrest of ecstasy. She sucks harder, her tongue dancing along his shaft, her teeth grazing the skin. She knows how to take a man to the edge and back, how to keep him dangling there until he’sbegging for release.

But Colin is a greedy one. He’s not content with just her mouth. He yanks her up, roughly pushing her against the wall, his hands tugging at her skirt. She hoists her leg up around him, desperate for his touch, the promise of filling the void that never seems to be satisfied, no matter how many cocks slide in and out of her.

He fucks her hard, his thrusts rough and raw, each one punishing her for her sins, for the hundreds of cocks that have filled her before him. She cries out, her fingernails raking down his back, leaving red lines of passion and pain. The wall shakes with the force of his entry, photos and knick-knacks swaying dangerously, a naked testament to the chaos her lust leaves in its wake.

lsabella cums first, a shattering release that has her screaming his name. Colin follows soon after, his grip on her hips tightening, his stones aching with the need to empty inside her. As he pulls out, she feels his seed dripping down her thigh, a sinful trail she knows will be met with a swift punishment when she least expects it.
But for now, she’s high on her high-heels, still high on the rush of her transgression. She straightens her uniform before she leaves, making herself presentable once more. But the scent of sex still clings to her skin, a heady perfume that promises more trouble than she can handle. And she knows, as she saunters back to her dustbin-sized room, that it won’t be long before shefinds herself in the same situation again – a cocky smile on her lips, a neatly tucked skirt, and a deviant gleam in her eye, ready for another nip and tuck of the sheets.