55 Erotic Sex Stories (14 page)

I rubbed a towel over my skin, soaking up the excess moisture. As I massaged it over my hair I heard a loud click, followed by a soft rumbling sound. I listened intently at the door, as the sound seemed to be emanating from the entrance to my hotel room. I heard another loud click and realized it was definitely my room door closing behind,whoever had come in? I froze in my place, even though I was not really doing anything wrong. I daren’t open the door even a little bit, so I just stood there with the towel around my waist and listened to see what was happening. I heard some ruffling sounds, which I assumed were the bed sheets being tossed. It was then I realized that it was probably just the maid. There was a momentary silence and I was hit with a sudden fear that whoever it was might open the bathroom door. I looked between the gap in the door to check whether I had locked it – I had. I quietly sighed with relief and put my ear to the door to hear when the maid left the room. She didn’t. I heard the slightly high pitched sound of the TV being turned on, followed by an audible gasp, a strange slapping sound and some other voices. Then it dawned on me - the previous night when I had rushed out of the room to meet my new associate, I had turned off the TV but left the on-demand service running. It was a separate box with a separate remote control, and I had left it paused in the same position all night long. Now the maid had discovered what I had been watching. I could feel my cheeks filling with blood as I blushed with embarrassment, despite being alone in the bathroom.

A minute or two had passed and I could still hear the video playing. She hadn’t run out of the room in horror, as I would have heard the clicking of the door, and yet the film was still running. As gradually as I could, I twisted the bathroom door lock into the open position, desperately trying to cushion the dreaded crack sound as it snapped into place. I pressed down on the door handle and dragged the door open. This being a high-quality establishment, the handle pressed down silently and the door opened smoothly without creaking. I peered out across the small passageway and looked into a mirror on the wall. I could see a reflection of the headboard of the bed, but nothing else due to the angle. The TV was next to the mirror so I peered out a little more to see if it was definitely the porn movie being played. It was – as if the groaning of the girls featured wasn’t proof enough. My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped out quietly into the bedroom, and was greeted by quite a sight. It was definitely the maid who had entered, and sure enough she was lying back on the bed with her legs draped over the edge. There was no mistaking her utterly smooth, dark beige latina skin. Her silky, black hair was back on the bed - her eyes closed as she repeatedly sighed with pleasure. Her body was superbly curvy, with just enough meat on the bones. The lacy frills of her maid’s outfit skirt were raised up to her waist, revealing her translucent black panties, and buried deep inside them her fingers were busy circling around her clit. I could see beautiful little strip of pubic hair rising above her pussy as her hand bobbed in front of it.

My cock had grown to a giant hard on in a matter of seconds. She hadn’t even noticed that I was watching her merely a few feet away. I opened up the gap in my towel and poked my dick through, unashamedly jerking it as I watched her pleasuring herself. She was gently squeezing her left breasts as her other hand worked away inside her knickers. The sight of her panties being parted away from her skin briefly as her hand moved around inside was making me extremely horny. Her feet were just tapping the floor as she thrust her hips tenderly forward. She slowly raised her head looked lustfully towards the TV for another glimpse of explicit sex, when she suddenly noticed me standing there. She gasped and quickly stumbled to her feet, patting her uniform down and apologising “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”. I moved towards her, my cock now barely concealed behind my towel. ”There’s no need to apologise” I said, “You don’t have to stop”. I sat on the bed exactly where she had been and patted the spot next to me. She grinned a little and tried to act responsibly, stating “I should go”, clearly fighting the urge to sit on the bed. I flapped my towel open to reveal my huge cock as it sprang up towards her. Her eyes lit up and she tried to speak, but no words came out. I stroked my hand up and down the shaft, fixing my gaze on her to study her reaction. She was clearly gagging for it, and after a few seconds of deliberation she finally sat down, and without even asking she took hold of my cock and jerked it. She squeezed it firmly in her hand and leaned in to kiss my moist, warm body. Her plump lips pressed against my chest in different places as she planted huge lipstick marks all over my skin.

I could see her spectacular cleavage down her maid’s uniform, and couldn’t stop myself from reaching up to feel them. She reached around to her back and unzipped her top with her other hand, and the material started to fall away from her chest. She was wearing a matching translucent black bra, which hugged her supple breasts. I could see her nipples through the material, and it sent me into a frenzy. I reached around and unhooked it, allowing it to fall down around her waist. She flung it on to the carpet and continued to jerk my cock - the force of her arm causing her breasts to jiggle. She leaned over and began to suck on the head, still stroking at the shaft as she wrapped her lips around it. She could barely fit it into her little mouth, but she persisted. I placed my hand underneath her chest and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples and causing her to squeal a little. “So you like this sort of thing, then?” I said, pointing at the TV screen, which was still displaying filth of the highest order. She nodded, my cock still wedged between her jaws. Her saliva was running down the sides of my shaft as she struggled to contain the whole thing in her mouth. I raised her uniform up to reveal her knickers and beautiful ass cheeks, lifting my hand and spanking them a few times as she continued to chomp away at my rock hard penis. She was insanely hot, way more so that any of the girls in the movie. I could smell her sweet perfume wafting up to my face each time she bobbed her head towards my crotch.

I gripped her hair, unsure how she would react, and pulled her head up to look at me. She was smiling, clearly unfazed by my rough handling. A large trail of spit still connected her lips with the tip of my cock. I stood up and allowed my towel to fall to the floor as I picked her up by her waist and dropped her squarely on to the edge of the bed, in the same position she had just been – her legs draped over the side once again. She proceeded to remove her maids outfit, but kept her small waist apron on, which hung down from her stomach. As the dress slipped down her legs she leaned back onto the bed, and I kneeled in front of her and pulled her black panties down to her ankles, admiring her juicy fat pussy lips. I spread them apart with my thumbs to reveal her tight little pink labia hidden within, and started to lick between them with the tip of my tongue. I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands, slapping them and squeezing her nipples away from her body as she let out a series of delighted moans. Her pussy smelled slightly of piss, and it was turning me on so much that my cock felt like it was on the verge of exploding. I stood up and leaned over her body, pinning her arms to the bed as I guided my cock towards her hot, moist pussy. As I pushed it inside her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she sighed noisily. Her body shook with each powerful thrust I pounded into her pussy, causing her voluptuous breasts to wobble around atop her chest. Her little white apron was bouncing on top of her smooth belly, disturbed by the ripples being sent across her skin. Under the force of my body, she was slipping further and further on to the bed, and before long we were squarely in the centre.

I rolled over onto my back and she quickly moved to mount me, holding my cock in position as she slipped it inside her again. Her mind was completely consumed by the lust for my huge cock, and as she started to ride like a cowgirl on top of me she began to talk dirty to me “Oh yeah” she quivered, repeating her excited high pitched moans of “Uh! Uh! Uh!”. The sound of her voice was competing with the slapping noise caused by her ass cheeks bouncing on my skin. She dropped forward, cushioning her fall with her arms so her breasts were positioned directly above my face. Her firm nipples grazed against my lips over and over as she energetically thrust her hips against my body. I tried to catch them in my teeth so I could nibble them, and managed to do it a couple of times. Eventually I groped them with my hands and positioned them solidly in front of me so I could suck on them, which sent her into overdrive. I was worried that her ecstatic squeals would alert the neighboring rooms, but thankfully we remained uninterrupted. The light coming in through the window perfectly illuminated her breasts, casting light at just the right angle to accentuate their roundness.

She climbed off me without saying a word, leaving me momentarily confused, but when she kneeled on all fours next to me there was no doubt about what she wanted. I got up and moved behind her, running my hands over her insanely hot, tanned buttocks and peeling them apart to see her incredible ass hole. I leaned over and sunk my face into her ass crack, and started to lick her anus passionately. She giggled and sighed simultaneously as I poked my tongue slightly inside her ass, parting the soft wrinkles of the anus to make room. I was stroking my cock furiously, and was nearly ready to cum, so I kneeled behind her and rubbed it around her pussy lips some more. I plunged my cock deep inside her as the soaking wet pussy wrapped around it. I drove it so deep into her vagina that I could feel her pussy lips touching the base of my cock. The vibrations caused by my body pounding into hers were sending waves of soft skin across her back and down her thighs. She tried to contain her exhilaration, but couldn’t stop herself from yelping as I fucked her hard from behind. I grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, forcing her face to hit the duvet. Her small wrists were easy to grasp with one hand, so I spanked her ass with the other, imprinting huge red hand marks across her cheeks. Her screams of joy were growing much louder and it was clear that she was going to have an epic orgasm pretty soon. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her extra hard, slamming my thick cock into her dripping pussy as fast and as dominantly as I could. After a few seconds her body began to tremble and her legs kicked out as her ass cheeks clenched together. I continued to fuck her though, and she let out strained groans through her gaping mouth. The sight of her cumming was too much for me to handle, and a moment later I pulled my cock from her shuddering vagina and spurted a huge load of hot jizz all over her big ass cheeks. She collapsed onto the bed, and I lay down next to her, looking her in the eyes as we both continued to breathe heavily.

“Best maid service ever!” I said.

It’s my own fault, I know. I shouldn’t have had that last drink and, at my age of 42 and having not drunk anything stronger than a cup of coffee for a few years, I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to keep my faculties in order. So, even though I am a university professor with several degrees, a masters and a PhD, I made the irrevocably stupid mistake of drinking and driving, and as you might imagine, it didn’t end well. I’ll start from the beginning: it was a cold autumn evening and I was out having a few drinks with friends at a bar. I’ve never been a big drinker, and usually avoid the stuff but when I arrived I had an almost unquenchable thirst, and subsequently knocked back a few pints of lager before I had time to take off my coat. So, I was extremely merry from the offset. I led the conversation for most of the night, and even flirted with the bar maid when I got a round in – not my usual quiet self. My problem is that the more I drink, the more I want to keep drinking, so even though I might be completely drunk I will still want another. Anyway, I was plastered and when it came time to leave I stumbled out to my car. Now, my friends were also severely inebriated, but they were far more used to the excessive alcohol consumption than I was. After a final giggle-filled group hug we all went our separate ways – most driving off in their own cars, one or two running desperately to catch the last bus of the night, which was just pulling away from the stop.

I somehow managed to huddle myself into my car and start the engine. Actually, at the time it seemed pretty easy and I was sure I could make it home without incident. I pulled out of the car park and started to drive down the road in the general direction of my house. Or at least that’s where I thought I was going. I drove for a few minutes and then realised that I was going in precisely the opposite direction. Feeling a sudden sense of bravura, I threw caution to the wind, twisted the steering wheel all the way to the left and slammed on the handbrake. My attempt at a suave 180 was ruined by the enormous lorry running beside me, which ploughed into the side of my car as I struggled to get a grip on what was happening. The car flipped over, speeding as we were at around 45mph, and somersaulted in the air, finally landing about 100 feet further down the road in the middle of an intersection. The last thing I remember was lying in my upturned car, my body weighing down on my neck as a woman screamed in the distance. It was the most terrifying moment of my life, and as I drifted into unconsciousness I vowed that, should my life be spared I would never drink again, give every penny I could to charity and I made a few other promises that I cannot even recall.

Suffice to say, I woke up in hospital with plaster covering both of my legs and an unbearable thumping headache. As I came to I began to groan, dazed and confused with no idea where I was. I had a large bandage wrapped around my right arm and an IV inserted into my left wrist as the faint beep of medical equipment sounded behind me. I was lying on a hospital bed in what looked like a private room. There were no windows apart from a thin sliver of glass on the door, which exited onto a narrow corridor. The whole place smelled clean – a combination of Germolene and fresh paint. The walls looked fresh, as if they had recently been redecorated. They were a striking shade of white with a pastel green border which stretched around the room. There were a few cabinets littered around the edges, and a small TV hung from a bracket on the ceiling. The door was open but I could not hear anything apart from the occasional pitter-patter of steps in the distance. I saw a clock on the wall above the door and realised it was the middle of the night – which night, I was unsure. I found a small button attached to a lead lying on my bed. I pressed it, assuming it to be the way to call for help. A few moments later a young nurse appeared in the door and peered inside to check on me. When she saw that I was awake she walked in and picked up the chart hanging from the bottom of my bed. She was fairly tall, with blonde hair and a cute little button nose. She was also quite curvy, with noticeably large breasts nestled inside her nurse’s uniform, which was white with short sleeves and red outlines around the pockets. “Hello Mr Freeman, how are you feeling?” she asked. “Uh... like I’ve been in a car crash” I joked. She didn’t smile though, no doubt sensing the stench of alcohol on my breath. “I’m such an idiot” I said, “I don’t know what I was thinking”. Her stance relaxed a little, adding “We all make mistakes. You need to rest.