I moved forward and slowly started to put my cock between her cunt lips and my helmet into her moist opening. Kylie gave out a squeal but offered no resistance. She held on to Jay who held her firm in that position, not letting her move. I slowly entered my cock into Kylie’s cunt.
Wow, it was tight. Not virginal tight, but more what I would call ‘not used regularly enough’ tight. It felt great as I slowly slid fully into her until I was up to my root. Kylie let out a scream and for a split second I thought I had hurt her, but she started little backwards and forwards movements, tiny ones to indicate that she was ready for this.
I held on to her hips and then started fucking her with force, pounding into her and enjoying the sensation of a young and tight cunt. Kylie was panting and squealing with each thrust and started to scream, even more so when I reached around and pinched one of her nipples before sliding my hand down in front of her and found her clit. Jay forced her tongue into Kylie’s mouth who eagerly responded, pulling her own tongue out of Jay’s mouth when she had to scream and yell. I held back on to her hips with both hands and really hammered into her. Fuck, this was good.
Jay moved a hand down to Kylie’s cunt and started to rub her clit. I felt her fingers rub against my cock as I thrust in and out and I hoped that she could bring Kylie off quick as I was not going to hold back for much longer. It only took Jay a few seconds to bring Kylie to her second orgasm. Her screaming got louder and her legs started to shake and then her orgasm hit at exactly the same time as my own. I started cumming in her and slowed my pace to enjoy the long thrusts as I filled her wet cunt full of my cum, pushing it deep into her, large amounts of frustration completely filling her.
Jay held Kylie tight as her body shook and her legs began to give way. I stopped cumming and held her hips, my cock deeply imbedded in her as her spasms came to a stop and she let go of Jay to support her body either side of Jay on the bath edge.
No one moved nor said anything for a couple of minutes. Kylies breathing slowed as she recovered and she slowly moved forward and extracted herself off my cock. Jay stood up and moved Kylie around to sit on the bath edge, Jay opening Kylie’s legs wide as she did so. Quickly, Jay dropped to her knees and covered her mouth over Kylies cunt where my cum was starting to flow out. She used her tongue to lap it up, each drop and cleaned around the cunt lips with her tongue and lips before moving a finger in, which made Kylie squeal, to pull out any remaining vestiges.
Kylie gently held on to the back of Jays head as she did this, watching her lap up and the cum and not miss a single drop. Satisfied she had got it all she leant up and kissed Kylie who eagerly opened her mouth and accepted her tongue along with any cum remaining on it.
“You okay?” Jay asked Kylie, stroking her face.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” She replied as Jay stood up and held her hands out to help her stand. “That was, er, amazing. Absolutely amazing.” I expected some form of embarrassment from her but she was smiling. It looked like a smile of relief. It was confident and sounded, in a way, almost grateful.
Jay stood back and looked Kylie up and down before reaching down to let the now cold water out of the bath. She put her arms around Kylie and they hugged. Not in a sexual way, but with a form of closeness, of a shared bond.
The bath emptied and Jay started to refill it, lots of bubble bath going in. Kylie went to pick up her clothes but Jay stopped her saying.
“No, I think you need to get clean and refreshed first. You don’t want to walk around for the rest of the day selling like you’ve been fucked, do you?”
Kylie shook her head and placed her clothes back on the floor.
“Steve, put the kettle on. I think we could all do with a nice cup of tea.” Jay said as she bent over the bath, swirling the bubbles around to cover the surface.
I went into the bedroom, clicked the kettle on and, seeing the stripped bed and the trolley, made the bed with clean sheets and put the old pillowcases back on. I replenished the milk, coffee, tea bags and sugar from the trolley and made the tea, two in the only cups and one in a glass for myself.
I took them into the bathroom where Jay and Kylie were lying amongst the bubbles in the bath; Jay lying down with Kylie lying back one her. Jay was rubbing her sponge gently over Kylie’s breasts which were just showing themselves below the waterline peeking through the bubbles while holding Kylies hand under the water with the other.
Seeing me come in with the drinks, Kylie moved herself down and around to the other end of the bath facing Jay, causing little tides of bubbles to lap up and around Jays breasts. I passed their drinks to them and sat on the closed toilet seat while we sat drinking.
“How long have you worked here, Kylie?” I asked breaking the silence.
“Just over a year. I finished my A levels with good grades hoping to get a job in sales and marketing, but nothing was around or if there was, it had already been taken. I saw this advertised, applied and got it. I do the rooms on two floors every morning then help out cleaning the rest of the hotel or sometimes reception in the afternoon.”
“Do you like it?” Jay asked sipping her tea.
“I do. The people here are nice and, most of the time, the guests are also. Sometimes they get a bit shirty about something and you have to take it on the chin. I mean, they have paid to be here so it has to be right.”
“Nothing like this has happened to you before though, I’m assuming I asked.
Kylie shook her head and replied,
“No and please don’t tell. I would definitely get fired. This kind of behaviour is a big no-no. A girl got fired last year when she got caught with a guest in their room, you know, having sex. Apparently he was paying her for sex and she was sneaking up early in the morning to sleep with him. Another housekeeper let herself in to do the room, saw them and reported her, so please don’t tell. I’m not like this normally.” She was getting more panicky as she said all this. The realisation of what had occurred sinking in and she quickly sat up, a worried look on her face.
Jay leant forward and took her hand and said in a calm and reassuring manner,
“We are never going to tell anyone. Ever. You can trust us completely.”
Kylie looked at me and I help two fingers up to my head
“Scouts honour.” I said.
She seemed reassured and settled back in the bath, sipping her tea.
“Do you live near to the hotel?” Jay asked to ease the quick moment of previous tension.
“Not really. I live in Motspur Park. It’s about twenty minutes on the train from Waterloo.”
“Jacko!” I said suddenly.
“Who?” Kylie asked looking at me. “Who’s Jacko?”
“He’s in Brush Strokes. It’s a sitcom from the eighties. It was about a group of painters and decorators based in Motspur Park.”
“Ignore him,” Jay said smiling at Kylie before whispering for dramatic effect “he’s old,” indicating to me with her thumb.
Kylie laughed and sat up further in the bath, her firm breasts rising above the water with, both nipples giving a momentarily glancing show.
“Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” Jay asked
“No girlfriend, in fact, until today I’ve never been with another girl.” She looked at Jay and gave a little, slightly embarrassed smile before continuing. “I’ve only ever had one boyfriend and he wasn’t particularly nice. He had slept with most girls in the area and had a reputation. He sweet talked me into going out with him but soon changed and became nasty. He took me for granted and made me do things that he had watched online. If he had been gentle, I don’t think it would have been too bad, but he wasn’t. He was rough and demanding and would humiliate in front of his mates by telling them all about it in front of everyone. After six months of hell, I eventually found the courage to dump him and I’ve been alone ever since. If I ever have a boyfriend again I would like him to be nice and a gentleman, someone who hasn’t ‘been around the block,’ if you know what I mean.”
A quick, knowing look passed between me and Jay both, I think, thinking the same thing. ‘We may know someone who would be ideal for you.’ I thought to myself.
“Do you still live at home, you know, with your parents?” Jay asked as she finished her tea. Kylie didn’t answer straight away. She seemed thoughtful as if unsure on how to answer and her face showed a slight hint of distress.
“No,” she quietly answered looking down at her empty teacup. “I live in a small one bed flat near the shops. Both my parents are dead.”
She then went very quiet and continued looking down at her cup. I looked over at Jay who looked sympathetically at the young naked girl opposite, whose manner had gone very solemn.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Jay reaching forward and stroking her hands. “Was it recent? Do you want to talk about it?”
Kylie looked up and I think I detected a small tear forming in the corner of her eyes. After a moment she looked up and said,
“I would. I really would. I’ve tried to speak to many people about it but everyone nods, smiles, and then loses interest when they hear my story.”
“Well,” I said adjusting my position on the flat, uncomfortable toilet seat and looking at Jay who was nodding. “We’ll listen to you. Tell us your story.”
“Okay, if you’re sure?” Kylie aid sitting up in the bath allowing her breasts to be fully displayed to us both. We nodded at her, had a good look at her nice, firm breasts and listened to her tale.
“My parents were very wealthy when I was born and for many years I was very, very happy. We lived in a big house near Dorking with lots of grounds for me to play in and for mum to do her gardening, which was her passion. My dad worked in investments. He always seemed to invest in the right thing at the right time, according to mum, and made a lot of money. He would invest in stocks, shares, and material objects such as fine wine, art, and old, rare books. He would be buying and selling all day long in his office at home and occasionally going to his main office up here in London.
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