Motel Maid

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Her pussy suddenly became much slipperier as another climax hit. Her body stopped moving except for her hips which were, I swear, vibrating! This sent delightful ripples up her front all the way to her chest, and down her thighs as well . But the real thrill of this was what her pussy was doing me. It felt like her insides were sucking me in again and again, while my dick was wrapped inside a vibrator.

The sensation was overwhelming and in only moments she pulled me over the top.

I gasped, “Have you ever had a white man cum in you?”

Before she could answer I was empting myself into her already too wet pussy. I rammed myself upward as hard as I could. Blasting, two, three, hard and deep inside her. Four, five, six blasts. I was exhausted as the last few drops dribbled out. Actually, the last two “blasts” were kinda wimpy, and I was drained.

Her smile had turned into a grin as she looked down at me while her nethers kept pulling on me. I would have given one of my balls to stay hard and continue, but the nature of man could not be denied and I softened.

I was totally shriveled up, but I didn’t fall out until she moved. After a few moments she leaned forward and I slipped out. She leaned all the way down until she was laying on top of me, her tits plastered into my chest. I couldn’t breath. I just wasn’t used to having so much woman on top.

“No,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had a white man cum inside me before, but I hope this one does again.” she rolled off onto her side and I gasped quietly, glad to be able to breath again.

“I will be glad to,” I said, “just give me some time to recover.” I put my arm under her head and on her shoulder. We cuddled for a while.

She lay quietly for awhile. After a bit she started rubbing my chest, and worked her way down until she was playing with me, running her fingers through my pubic hair and squeezing my dick. Predictably, I started growing.

I looked into her eyes, “Have you ever had a white man lay on top of you.”

“Never.”

I rolled onto her and slipped in. We fucked like that for a while, but I couldn’t go deep enough because we both had too much around the middle. She must have wanted more because she lifted her legs up and in a wide Vee, I raised up on my knees with my legs open and plunged all the way in. That worked and I was soon plowing the south forty. Forth inch hips, that is.

And that was how the night went, I would ask her if she had ever had a white man doggy fashion, she said no and we did. I asked if she had a white man some other way, she said no and we did.

Many firsts happened that night.

Eventually it had to end, after all a man only has so much strength. I fell asleep after a vigorous romp. She was gone when I woke up.

As I brushed my teeth, I pulled out another black curly pubic hair. I idly wondered if she had ever had a white man shave her. Oh well, too late now.

I showered, dressed, and went to breakfast. Then I walked to the garage to get my car.

I was in luck, they were just finishing it and said I could settle the bill while they did a quick road test. Everything was fine and I had my wheels back. I drove around just enjoying being in my ride again and ended up at my room.

Packing only took a moment and I was on my way to the office, ready to settle that bill and be on my way. I thought I would put in another commendation for Milly, after all, she had given me exceptional service.

Jennifer was at the front desk. She gave me a big smile.

“I’m ready to check out.”

“Of course, Mr. Ruhf. I’ll get it for you.”

She typed on the computer for a minute, then said, “I’m sorry, sir, there seems to be some problem with your charges, I’ll have to talk to the owner.”

She turned and went into the back room. I heard a door open and close. Shortly she came back.

“Sir, Miss Washington wants to speak to you before you check out. She’s in her office, sir, just go through that door,” she said, pointing.

I knocked on the door and I heard a woman say “Come in.”

I walked in and was greeted by Milly in a very nice (and expensive looking) business suit, sitting behind the only desk in the room. Behind her on the wall was a framed diploma saying that Miss Mildred Washington had earned a Masters Degree in Business Administration – with honors – from Temple University.

Some things became clear, other things became muddy.

“Please be seated, Mr. Ruhf. I have here a commendation from you for Milly. Did she continue to give you good service and make your stay with us a pleasant one?”

“Why, yes she did, Mil… er, Miss Washington. She kept my room spotless and fully supplied. In addition, her personal service far exceeded my expectations. She made my stay the most pleasant I have ever had. Now, may I ask a question?”

“Of course, Mr. Ruhf.”

“Why?”

“Hehehe! Mr. Ruhf, why what?”

“Why the poor southern jive talk? Why did you wear a maid’s uniform? Why did you clean my room if you own the motel? And why did you fuck my brains out last night?”

“Most people expect to hear a maid talk like that, especially in the south. But you were very courteous, and you tipped good. I wore a maid’s uniform and cleaned your room because one of my staff had just quit and the work needed to be done. I’m not afraid of hard work. And as for last night, well, ah ain’t nev’a lay wit no white man b’fo’. Also yo’ is one fine lookin’ man, as I could tell dat first time ah seed y’all nekid.”

That made me smile.

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