Page 1 of Maid for Love
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DANIELLE
Ihum quietly while slowly pushing a huge cart in front of me down the hallway of the Hotel Nova. The heavy maid’s cart is enormous and unwieldy, and I almost take out one of the flower displays on the side. But fortunately, I manage to swerve to the left just in time. Whew, that was close! The blooms are colorful, and the fragrance is sweet with just a hint of honeysuckle. I wasn’t in the mood to come in earlier this morning, but the bouquets make it more bearable. Beauty always makes life more bearable, and being able to view lavish flower arrangements is one of the plusses of my job.
After all, anyone else would feel depressed working as a housekeeper, but it’s not that bad. For one thing, management doesn’t care if I listen to music while I work, and so I’m often lost in my own world, my head bopping up and down as I make beds, empty garbage, and wipe mirrors. For another, the uniform is kind of hot! I don’t know what management at the Hotel Nova was thinking, but this definitely isn’t your usual shapeless, bag-like sack. Instead, the uniform’s kind of sexy, if I dare say. The dress hardly goes past my upper thighs, and if I bend over just slightly, the material will ride up, and my ass cheeks will be on full display with just the strip of my thong bisecting them. My big breasts are creamy and luscious too, practically spilling out of the top.
The male guests don’t seem to mind my sexy uniform either. I can tell by the way they look at me as I pass them that they’re pleased by the sight. I’m a pretty girl, if I do say so myself, and not just because of my curvaceous bod. I have wild, curly brown hair, brown eyes, a button nose, and a pretty smile too. Then again, being attractive hasn’t exactly gotten me anywhere in this life. Iama hotel maid, after all.
At the moment, I just don’t have many options. I graduated from high school about a year ago and applied to all sorts of establishments as a waitress, clerk, and even a car-wash assistant. But the market’s been flooded with hopeful applicants, and the only place I got an interview at was here, the Hotel Nova. It’s an incredibly lavish hotel in Fairlawn, New Jersey. The place is huge with a magnificent lobby, marble walls, gleaming floors, and chic décor all around. It’s mostly a lot of rich people who stay, which has its ups and downs. One pro: the guests tend to tip generously. One con: the male guests sometimes expect more than just maid service.
I sigh quietly as I come to a stop in front of the presidential suite. This is my next stop and hopefully there aren’t any demanding guests inside. I knock on the door a couple of times and wait for a few moments to see if anyone will answer, but no one does, so I figure they’re probably out for a while. Perfect. This way I can do my job in peace.
I slide the key card into the door and head in quickly. This is the last room that I have to tend to before I get to go on my break, so I want to work as fast as I can. I pull one of my earbuds out as I scan the large space quickly, just to be sure that no one’s here so I won’t be disturbing any guests. It’s completely silent and empty, so I happily pop my earbud back into my ear and turn up my music before getting started.
The presidential suite ishuge,so I know it’ll take me a while to clean. There’s definitely a process for these things. I usually do the kitchen, dining room, and common areas first, before getting to the bedrooms and bathrooms. Fortunately, the dining room is already pretty tidy when I wheel my cart inside. All I have to do is change the trash bag in the trashcan and wipe the table free of crumbs before I move on to the kitchen, where I wipe everything down and replace the dirtied towels and cloths before attacking the few dirty dishes in the sink.
When I’m finished in the kitchen, I head to the common area to start cleaning, and it’s a little messier. There are soiled rags and towels on the floor, used plates and glasses that need to be gathered, the couch cushions are all out of place, and there are sheets and blankets that need to be folded and put away. But before I can get to any of it, I start to hear a strange noise over the music in my earbuds.
I think I’m just imagining it for a second as I look around yet again, scanning the large space to make sure that no one has come in. No one has. It must be my imagination. So, I bend down to pick up a blanket to fold, but as soon as I do, I hear the noise again.
I take one of my earbuds out, furrowing my brows as I listen carefully. It’s silent for a few moments before I hear the noise yet again, and my eyes widen as I realize that it sounds like a muffled moan. What in the world is going on?
My feet start to carry me toward the noise before I can think to stop them, and I creep out of the common area and down the hall, toward one of the bedroom doors.
The noise gets louder and louder the further I walk, and I bring a hand up to cover my mouth when I realize that I was right. That is one hundred percent moaning because it can’t be anything else!
I know I should just turn around, leave, and come back later, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and I continue creeping closer until I’m standing right outside the door to the master suite.
The door is cracked open just a bit, so I can hear the sounds loud and clear as I stand in front of it. To my surprise, it seems as if there are multiple people. Several folks are gasping, and I hear the unmistakable thrum of a bass male tone. Despite my better judgment, I slowly lean forward to take a peek.
I gasp as I see that I was right. There are multiple people, and not only that, but they’re engaged in sheer debauchery! There are two women bent over on the bed, their backs arched and asses wiggling in the air. They’re both the textbook definition of sexy with beach blonde hair, huge breasts, and plump asses. Not only that, but the two girls are giggling and making out in between moaning loudly.
“You like that, Star?” the man in back of them growls as he grips the hips of the first blonde before pushing deep between her white cheeks. She lets out a little grunt, dropping her face into the mattress, and he smiles with pleasure. “Yeah, sounds like you like it.”
I gasp because what in the world is going on? Clearly, this is a threesome with the two women ready for the man to use, but if I’m not mistaken,he just took that girl in the ass. Not only that, but as I watch, the man pulls out from Star’s bottom, revealing a huge, dripping member with a vein that visibly pulses on the side. Then, he shifts over so that he’s behind the second woman and pushes deep into her ass next.
“Ooooh!” she cries out, throwing her head back as her back arches. “That feels so good Mr. Colgate! Mmm, yes deeper!”
My jaw drops even as heat floods my insides because this is the dirtiest scene I’ve ever witnessed. The two girls are like toys for the man to use, and not only that, but the man in charge is incredibly handsome. He’s older, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, and he has bronzed skin, light eyes that I think may be blue, and black hair that hangs in his face as he plows into the blonde, literally lifting her a bit with his huge size.
I bite my lip as I watch the scene unfold. The man’s muscular back ripples as he thrusts, those big biceps straining. Not only that, but he has a literal six-pack of abs that I want to trace with my tongue, plus a sharp jawline and sensuous lips. But most importantly, from what I can see as his cock briefly appears before disappearing inside of the woman’s ass, he’shung. It looks huge even from here, and I can tell by the way the woman is moaning that it must be. It looks like his length is stretching her asshole out so much, in fact, that her bottom is already slightly pink and ravaged. Honestly, I’m not even sure how she hasn’t been broken in half yet because he’s giving her such a deep pounding that I swear evenIcan feel it.
But the man is very fair. The other woman wiggles her bottom at him in pleading, and he chuckles while continuing to ream the first blonde.
“You want it too, hmm? Well, we all need attention.”
Then, he plunges the fingers of his left hand into the first woman’s pussy, and she lets out a cry of joy.
“Mmm!” she shrieks. “Oh yes!”
It’s a dirty sight. The man’s hips pound like a motor between the cheeks of one woman, while the other is getting her pussy fingered and fucked. The slapping sounds, not to mention the obscene sucking sounds of the women’s wetness, fills the air and suddenly, I’m overcome with the urge to touch myself. Before I can even think about it, I sneak my hand inside of my panties and begin stroking my folds in time with his thrusts. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it! Watching the man’s absolute mastery of the scene has me wondering what it would be like to be the recipient of his hardness. I bet I’d barely be able to walk after he finished with me!
As a result, I try to pretend that it’s him fucking me as I plunge my fingers in and out of my quivering hole while gasping silently. I try to imagine that it’s me whom he’s holding down and pressing into the mattress as that hard shaft makes me quiver and shake. A quiet moan slips past my lips as I picture him caging my body beneath his own and growling in my ear as he splits me open on his cock.
My eyes widen when I see him pulling his fingers out of the woman’s pussy only to thrust right back in a moment later. She practically screams, and the two women’s moans and shrieks are mixed with the sound of the bed squeaking, the man groaning and growling, and the wet sound of him fucking both of their sloppy holes.
“Goddamn!” he grunts as he slams his cock into the woman beneath him one final time. His low groans fill the room, and I can tell that he’s coming as he throws his head back and grinds against her, pumping her full of virile seed.