Literotic asexstories – Merry Maids by Magna12,Magna12
I cracked the door open. She excused herself and said she would come later, but I told her that she could come in right away. I quickly hopped back into the bathroom and closed the door while she entered the room.
She was awfully cute. Not beautiful but attractive in an exotic sense. I could not identify her accent, but if I had to guess I would say she was from Poland or Russia.
I cracked the bathroom door so I could observe her whereabouts. As I watched her bending over, I gave my pud a few squeezes to express a drop of cum. I carefully arranged the crack in the door to look as if it accidentally had come open. Then I lathered and shaved. All the while I angled myself so that she could see my cock if she walked by the bathroom and I could see her in the mirror.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long for her to walk by. She looked quickly then darted on to her supply cart in the hallway. I thought she might leave altogether, but she came back. As she walked by, she twisted her head to inspect me. I behaved as if I didn’t see her, but watching her caused my cock to pulse.
What to do now? I hadn’t planned that far ahead. So I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the room itself. She made a motion as if to leave the room, but I held up my hand and told her it was OK. Since her English was almost zero, I think all she understood was “OK,” and that calmed her down.
She continued her work while I pretended to select the day’s clothing for myself. The towel came loose as I bent over, and I let it fall. But I quickly rewrapped it around myself so she would think it had been an accident. I didn’t look at her, but I sensed that she was peeking up at my situation from time to time.
Finally I selected my clothes, and I very deliberately unwrapped the towel and displayed my dangling dong. However, I didn’t look at her. I looked down at my clothes as if it was very natural to dress in front of a stranger. I picked up my boxers and gave them a shake, then I hesitated and noticed that she was looking at me and smiling. My cock had hardened significantly, and she took it all in.
I looked down at myself and smiled and shrugged at her. She froze, but she did smile. I don’t know if she felt uncomfortable, but she made no effort to leave.
I walked over to the bed opposite of her and helped her spread the sheet and cover. Her eyes never left my swaying cock. By now it was getting more chubby and starting to split the foreskin opening. She and I pulled up the sheets and bedspread, and then I returned to pretending to pick out my clothes for the day.
I stayed naked while she began to clean the bathroom. I walked in behind her and stood at the sink to shave. Again, I motioned to her that it was OK for her to keep working. I hefted my cock over the lip of the counter and let it flop into the sink. Casually, as if I did it every day, I soaped up my hands and cock and gave myself a good washing. Naturally, this make my cock practically one hundred percent hard.
My friendly maid picked up the towels and practically broke her neck trying to keep an eye turned to my display. As I got more aroused, I looked at her more directly. I thought that any second she would bolt out of the room in alarm. But clearly she was enjoying the show. She stooped to pick up the waste basket and was just inches from my ball sack.
I rinsed the soapy cock and took care to carefully peel back the foreskin and clean everywhere, then I toweled off but was left with a mighty pillar of manflesh. By now I was leaking cum at a steady flow. She looked right at my cock as a big drip oozed out and made a long bead to the floor. I looked chagrinned and apologized for the mess, but she automatically moved a towel under me to catch the drips.
Finally, she shut the door, got on her knees and took my cock in her hands. I moaned as she stroked me with both hands gripped tightly around my dick. If she hadn’t done it, I would have myself to relieve the pressure. I motioned for her to stop while I took a seat in the desk chair. With my legs splayed and her knelling between them, I let my head relax back while she worked magic on my prick. I held back as long as possible and then let loose with a torrent of spewing juice. She dodged the ropes of cum that shot out and milked me down to the last drips.
She tossed a towel at me and turned to leave the room, while I took a deep breath and enjoyed the moment. What I didn’t know was that this was only the beginning of what would become a very busy night ahead.
When I returned from my family visits, there was a note under my doorway. It was written in broken English, but it was clear enough. It was from my maid, and it said, “Dear Sir, we two met another this day at your room. I am cleaning ladie for your hotel. My husband I not speak English mush. You have big thing I ever see. Husband want to see. No believe me. 2 other both cleaning ladies I tell. No one believe. Come to show us today. 264-7329 Leticia.”
That’s it. That was the message exactly as I read it. Immediately my cock jumped in my boxers and let out a little “yippie!” But it didn’t take long to realize that I had no idea what might be going on here. Did she want to get together with her husband and even with other maids? How safe and how smart would that be? I gave it a few minutes thought, and then decided that I couldn’t lose anything by trying the phone number.
The phone rang several times before a male voice answered. A thick accent said, “Allo.” I asked for Leticia. In a few moments a lovely female voice spoke, “Hello.” When I said that I was from the motel I could tell that she had covered the mouthpiece and was speaking to others in the room with her. There were voices in the background speaking quickly and with excited tones.
“Leticia, you want me to come?” “To see you tonight?” She spoke carefully, but with enough clarity to make me understand, “Oh, I am so happy you call.” “Tonight OK?” “You come to show us?”
I was flummoxed but I was getting very turned on. “Where?” I asked. Leticia replied, “Tonight at 10:00 o’clock at Motel Iberia.” “Boulevard University.” “10:00 o’clock at the office.” “You OK come?”
I hastily wrote down notes about where she told me to go and gave her a quick reply, “OK, I will come.” I heard her say, “Good, good,” as she put her phone down and said something to the voices behind her.
Good God, what had I done? Immediately I felt a flush of adrenaline and a burst of exaltation, but very soon I began to wonder if this might be a set up for trouble. A husband, after all. Would there be more than one husband? It was only 8:00 at the time, so I had some time to think about this.
Luckily, a plan came to mind. I would find this place now and stake it out for a while to see if I could figure out the situation. My motel desk clerk gave me directions to this Motel Iberia. It was across town and from its name I assumed it was not a chain operation. I got to the location just before nine o’clock and parked across the street. It was an older place but nicely maintained, one story with about twenty rooms. The office was at one end and it was brightly lit.
I sat and watched. Nothing. But then about 9:30 a car drove up. Getting out of the car was my cleaning lady, followed by two other females. The drivers’ side door opened and a man got out. He was short and looked chubby. Was this the husband? All of a sudden another car appeared and parked along side. In it were two more males, both smaller than my six foot three inches and both smoking and looking out of shape. All six of them went to the office. In a few minutes they emerged and walked down to the end room.
Well, that was probably all the information I was going to learn before taking the plunge. I shifted my car into drive and pulled away to circle the block to see what else was in the neighborhood and to let me senses cool down. A grocery store was open, so I pulled in and bought flowers, wine and vodka. I figured to be a gracious visitor.
At ten o’clock I parked and entered the office. Sitting there was Leticia, dressed in a lovely dress, her hair and makeup made her very attractive. She smiled at me and said, “How happy.” “Come, meet others.” She ushered me out the door and down to the end room.
Inside the room was filling with smoke and voices were chattering. At our appearance everyone got quiet and looked me over. There I stood, towering over the other men by almost a foot, looking at them with their little bellies sticking out over their belts. Beside them were two more quite lovely ladies also dressed up and looking like Saturday night.
I assumed that Leticia was in charge, but I was going to be very careful until I sized up the situation. I have her the flowers but kept out two blossoms to give to the other ladies. They smiled and stared into my eyes and seemed pleased with the floral gesture. Then I handed the vodka to one of the men. He reached out his hand for a greeting, and we shook on it. The other two men came over to me and shook hands even though they retained serious looks on their faces.
The four men opened the vodka and each took a drink along with a toast that they offered in a language I did not understand. But as each one swallowed he reached down and patted his crotch. So I did the same. The next round, as he swallowed he reached over and patted the crotch of the man beside him! This was evidently some kind of ritual. The man next to me actually reached over and gave my cock a little squeeze through my trousers. I was touched!
I looked back at the ladies, and they were watching us and giggling. Leticia has put the flowers in the ice bucket with some water, and she opened the wine. By now the men were loosening up and talking in whatever tongue and including me in the chatter with occasional English words.
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