“Why don’t you come over here and lick his balls.” Katie, who had been looking a little left out, eagerly climbed between our open legs and dropped her head to my balls, licking them all over before I felt her mouth leave them. It didn’t take me long to realised where her mouth had gone as Sarah cried out in surprise and delight.
“Oh Katie, you are so good at that. Lick my clit harder. Oh yes, that’s so good.” Then she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes burning with desire. “Fuck my arse harder. I feel so full!” I thrust in and out of her arse as her friend feverishly lapped at her pussy and in a couple of minutes later, Sarah came harder and louder then ever. I was building towards my own climax and Sarah realised this.
“Katie. Start licking his balls again.” I felt her tongue lapping all over my balls, leaving a film of saliva all over them.
“Oh yes!” I exclaimed as I felt the beginnings of my climax.
“I can’t wait to feel your come pumping into me.” Sarah told me. “I want to feel you empty your balls inside my arse.” That sent me over the edge and my body shook as I emptied the last of my come deep inside Sarah’s arse. After we’d floated back to Earth, we disentangled and curled up together under the sheets, Sarah sandwiched between myself and Katie, my arms wrapped around them both as we all drifted off into a long and blissful sleep.
Th
e Towel
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with a towel before wrapping it around my waist and padding back into the hotel room. I checked my watch. 4.30pm. The meeting had finished early and now I had several hours to kill. I sighed and looked out of the window. The usually picturesque rolling hills and terracotta roofs of the Tuscan countryside were only just visible through the driving rain, lashing against the window pane. Ordinarily perhaps a walk around the local area would have been a suitable diversion, but not today. I sighed and switched on the TV. Most of the channels were in Italian with just a handful of news channels in English. I flicked through, my eyes widening when I found an adult channel. My finger hovered on the channel button on the remote control. The scene was of a slim blonde and a voluptuous brunette swapping an engorged penis between their mouths, one bobbing up and down on the saliva slick shaft, while the other licked and sucked on the lucky guy's balls. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. I checked my watch. Why not? I didn't have anything better to do. I reached for a box of tissues from beside the bed, pulled the towel from my waist and made myself comfortable, my right hand tightening around my stiffening cock. The action on the screen had altered to the brunette lying back on the bed while the man pistoned his hard cock in and out of her moist pussy. The blonde climbed up onto the bed, standing astride the brunette's face before dropping to her knees and slowly lowering her pussy to the brunette's waiting mouth. The brunette attacked the blonde's slit with vigour, the blonde crying out and grinding her pussy against her mouth. I could feel my balls tightening as I felt my climax approaching. Then my heart skipped a beat as I heard a key turn in the hotel room door. Shit. I had forgotten to put out the "Do not disturb" sign! I scrambled for the towel and covered my groin just before the door swung open. The maid walked in with a pile of fresh towels, oblivious to my presence. I had just reached the remote control when she heard the blonde on the TV reach a typically over the top, Earth shattering orgasm. I pressed the off button just too late to prevent the maid looking at the TV, which had returned to a close up of the cock thrusting in and out of the brunette's pussy. The maid's mouth gaped in shock and she noticed me for the first time, lying there naked save for the towel across my lap. The stack of fresh towels dropped from her arms. My choice of viewing together with the box of tissues next to my naked form on the bed left little doubt as to what I had been engaged in. My face burned with embarrassment and shame.
"I'm so sorry." I blurted out. "I should have put the sign on the door."
"I'm sorry." She replied. "I really should have knocked before I came in. Please don't report me."
"Trust me, the last thing I want to do is recount this experience in the hotel reception."
She smiled, relieved. For the first time, I looked at the maid. She was maybe in her late twenties, five foot five, slender, with the classical Italian look of long dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She wore a white blouse and a black pencil skirt.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll collect these towels and leave you alone."
She bent over and collected the towels while I lay there feeling exposed and utterly embarrassed. While she was collecting the towels, I noticed her glance furtively in my direction and just a hint of a smile on her lips. No doubt now the initial shock was over, she was looking forward to telling the other maids about walking in on the pervert in 206. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with one last towel on her arm. Her uniform blouse had the top two buttons open and I could see the cleavage of her shapely breasts. I tried to recall if the buttons had been open a moment ago...
"I'm sorry sir." She said, looking down at the floor. "I have one last towel to change." She looked pointedly at the towel on my lap. Again, there was the subtlest of hints of a smile.
"Ah, I... err..." I stuttered. The maid took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the towel, her lips pouting slightly. My mind was reeling and I felt like a rabbit in the headlights as she reached down and took hold of a corner of the towel. Slowly, she dragged the towel towards her, the fabric sliding across my sensitive semi hard cock until I was free of the towel. My hands moved downwards to try to retain my modesty, but I hesitated. The maid's eyes were fixed on my cock. Both the towel and its fresh replacement had dropped to the floor, forgotten. She subconsciously gently bit her bottom lip, wavering for a moment before glancing at me. Our eyes met and whatever she saw in mine clearly satisfied her that she could continue, as she reached out and took my cock in her hand. She softly ran her fingers over my length, her nimble fingers running from the base to the tip. A delicious mixture of fear and excitement swept through me and I felt my cock respond to her touch and stiffen in her grasp. A smile crossed her face as my cock quickly reached its full seven inches. Her fingers tightened around my shaft and she began to slowly pump it. I groaned in pleasure, my embarrassment forgotten. She sank to her knees at the side of the bed and her brown eyes looked from my cock to my face and back to my cock. Another moan escaped my mouth as her free hand travelled up the inside of my thigh and cupped my balls, my scrotum tightening with her caressing fingers. She gently rolled my balls in her fingers, while still sliding her fist up and down my rock hard cock at the same gentle, deliberate pace. I closed my eyes as I savoured the blissful sensations this enigmatic, beautiful Italian maid was bestowing upon me. After a few minutes of this, I felt her hand leave my balls and a few moments later, her own moans of pleasure joined my own. I opened my eyes to find that her free hand had been thrust under the hem of her pencil skirt, which had ridden up her thighs, and was now inside her black lacy knickers. Our eyes met again. There was a fierce, burning hunger in her eyes as her hand worked away between her legs. The irony that the tables had turned and I was now watching her masturbate was not lost on me. All the while, she was still gently stroking my cock at the same pace. Her panting quickened and her eyes, still locked on mine blazed with passion. Her hand stopped moving on my cock, gripping it tightly instead. I watched transfixed as her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, her body shuddered and she let out a cry of pure ecstasy as she reached her climax. A moment later, her body relaxed and she took a couple of deep breaths. Her eyes flicked open and she smiled broadly at me. I returned her smile, a smile that grew wider as she resumed gently pumping my cock. She climbed up onto the bed and gently eased my legs apart, settling down on her knees between them. Then, looking me in the eye all the way, she released my cock from her grasp, bent forward and slowly licked the underside of my cock from balls to tip. I groaned in blissful agony. My cock head was shiny and purple, it was so swollen. She pumped my cock a few more times befo
re pulling it towards her and dropping her head into my lap, swirling her tongue around the tip this time. Again she resumed her stroking with her hand for a few moments, before again bending forward and this time taking my cock into her mouth, the warmth and moistness enveloping the first three inches of my shaft. She began to bob her head up and down, licking and sucking on my cock until I was arching my back in ecstasy and moments away from reaching my own climax. Sensing this, she pulled back, letting my cock spring free. She took my cock back into her hand and settled lower on the bed. I felt a cool sensation on my balls as she began to lap at them with her tongue. Then she took one ball into her mouth, very gently sucking on it before doing the same to the other. She then returned to licking my balls until my entire sack was lathered in her cool saliva. My hands gripped the sheets, pulling them from the mattress as she kept me on the very brink. My brow was moist with perspiration and my groans had increased in volume. Her hand stroked at the same deliberate level as before, the maid's delicious torture driving me mad with desire. Her free hand lifted my balls and her tongue traced the seam of the sensitive area behind them. I could stand it no longer.
"Please." I implored, no begged, her. "Please, make me come." With one last lascivious lick from behind my balls to the tip of my cock, she released me and climbed off the bed, kneeling on the floor. She gestured for me to come to her and unbuttoned her blouse to her waist, pulling it open, exposing her shapely breasts, albeit within the confines of a black push-up bra. I climbed off the bed and stood before her, my throbbing cock swaying in front of her face, gazing down at this wanton Italian sex goddess before me. She reached for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards her. She opened her mouth and guided my cock back inside the warm and moist confines of her mouth. She began pumping my cock into her mouth with one hand, while the other massaged my balls. The gentle, deliberate pace of earlier was replaced by a rapid stroking as she brought me back to the brink in moments, but this time, she didn’t drop off or slow down at all.
“I’m going to come.” I warned her. Her brown eyes tilted up to gaze into mine, but her pace did not let up and my cock remained firmly planted in her mouth.
“Oh my God.” I cried out. “I’m coming!” For a moment my head swam as I felt the eruption from deep within my loins as I felt the contents of my balls race up my shaft to fill the maid’s mouth. Her eyes were still locked on mine as she gulped down the first volley. My cock pulsed again, filling her mouth with a second volley and then a third. I saw a moment of panic in her eyes as she realised she couldn’t swallow in time. She pulled my cock from her mouth, trickles of my come running down her chin and dropping onto the tops of her breasts. My cock pulsed again, my come splashing against her cheek. She gasped, trying to aim the tip of my cock back at her mouth, but only succeeding in sending the next volley up the other side of her face. I felt a mixture of mortification at the mess I was making of her and the excitement of the eroticism of the sight before me. Perhaps feeling that the damage was already done, she tilted her head back and deliberated aimed my cock at her chest, the remaining volleys of come splashing across her breasts and trickling down into her cleavage. Satisfied that I was spent, she released my cock. I took an unsteady step backwards and surveyed the sight before me. The maid remained on her knees looking up at me, her cheeks splashed with my come. She smiled, a dribble of come ran from her lips to her chin and her breasts were a mass of splashes and dribbles of my creamy come. It was a sight that I would never forget and was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I sat down heavily on the bed, completely spent. The maid looked down at her come streaked chest and gently ran a finger across her chin, collecting some of my come and licking the finger clean before theatrically licking her lips. I smiled at her as she repeated this process for the splashes on her cheeks. She then reached for the towel that has just a short time ago hidden my modesty from her and wiped the last of my come from her face and dabbed the worst of it from her breasts and neck. She buttoned up her blouse, got to her feet and straightened her skirt. My maid turned to walk away and with a last look back over her shoulder at me, those brown eyes twinkling and a smile on her face, left my room, taking the come soaked towel with her…
St
randed
"He's your son too." Melissa snapped into her phone. "I can't even get home in this weather, let alone collect him from school. You're on the doorstep!" A pause and then she continued. "Thank you." She took a breath. "Sorry to snap, but it looks like I'll be spending the night in the office. Honestly, this bloody country. Three inches of snow and everything grinds to a halt. The roads are gridlocked and all public transport has been stopped. It's ridiculous!" She finished her call and turned to me. "Sorry you had to hear that. The ex was being less than cooperative."
"Don't worry about it." I replied. "I share your frustration. It looks like I'm stuck here too." I glanced out of the window of our twenty-third floor office, the London skyline barely visible through the veil of falling snow. "It would be beautiful if it wasn't so annoying." Melissa nodded absently as she typed a text message. At 34 Melissa was a couple of years older than me. We had worked together for years and had always gotten on very well. She had always been my confidante when one of my many relationships had begun its downward spiral and I had been able to return the favour when her marriage had broken up a year earlier. Melissa was a curvy brunette of average height. I guess that even though first and foremost she was a friend, I had always had a bit of a crush on her. She was pretty, witty and without sounding shallow, she had a magnificent rack on her. She knew it too and dressed to accentuate them with a series of low cut tops. I often found myself furtively gazing at them in my quieter moments in the office and imagining cupping them in my hands, my thumbs gently rubbing across her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch.
"Right, let's get out of here." Melissa said, sliding her mobile phone into her handbag. "Let's find a restaurant. I'm starving."
Melissa finished her glass of wine. I reached for the bottle and topped her up. We had finished our meal an hour earlier and were enjoying our second bottle of wine. The alcohol had relaxed us and we were enjoying each other's company, the stress of the snow forgotten.
"So how's the love life?" Melissa asked, sipping her wine.
"Don't ask." I groaned.
“Not again!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "What do you do to put them off?" She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You don't try anything unorthodox in the bedroom do you?"
"No!" I objected.
"At least you're seeing some action." She look another drink from the glass. "My only lover for the last six months has cost me a fortune in C size batteries."
I winced, thinking that she'd regret that revelation in the morning.
"Maybe we should get back to the office." I suggested. "We could settle down in the break room and watch TV like an old married couple."
Melissa stiffened and I realised my faux pas. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"Don't worry about it." She smiled. "You're right. Let's finish these glasses and get back. We don't want to be hungover when everyone else gets in tomorrow."
"Tell me." Melissa asked after a moment. "If you could shag anyone in the office, who would it be?" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Someone's got a one-track mind." I smiled, trying to laugh off the question.
"Just answer the question!" Melissa insisted with a wicked smile.
"I don't know." I replied uncomfortably. "I've never really thought about it."
Of course you have." Melissa refused to give in. I sighed with resignation.
"Leanne." I lied.
"That young bimbo on reception? No!" Melissa frowned.
"You asked!" I smiled. Melissa pouted and drained the last of her glass.
“Come on." She said tetchily. “Let’s get out of here.” We paid the bill and made our way back to the office.
"It's freezing!" Melissa complained as we exited the lift. She had barely said a word during the shor
t walk back to the office. “Look, I can actually see my breath in here!”
"The heating must be on a timer." I replied putting my hand on a nearby radiator and finding it stone cold. "I bet it won't come back on until the morning."
"Shit." Melissa replied.
"We've got our coats." I said. "We can curl up under those on the sofas in the break room."
“This evening just gets better and better.” She grumbled as we pushed open the door into the break room.
I lay there on the break room sofa wondering what the temperature was. Whatever it was it was too cold for using a coat as a duvet. I was just starting to drift off when I felt movement on the sofa.
“Don't get any funny ideas." Melissa grumbled. "I want your body heat. Only your body heat. And this will not be mentioned again." With that, she lay down in front of me in the classic spooning position. She reached for my free arm and pulled it over her. Even though it was through a coat and a couple of layers of clothes, my hand was over her left breast. I felt a stirring in my loins. No! Her arse was pressed against my groin and she would feel it. Then I thought about the fact her arse was pressed up against my groin and that only made things worse. Despite the cold, sweat was forming on my brow and I could feel my heart race. My body was betraying me. Despite my best efforts to name the starting line ups of various football teams, my cock was slowly but surely stiffening. I tried to ease back away from Melissa to give my cock some space, but I was sandwiched between the back of the sofa and her shapely arse. My cock felt like a semi on at least. Perhaps Melissa was already asleep and would be none the wiser. She shifted slightly on the sofa, the bulge of my hardening cock rolling between her buttocks. My cock felt huge. There was no way she could fail to feel it. If she was awake. I lay there motionless for what seemed like ages. Maybe she was asleep. Maybe she couldn't feel it after all. Maybe she was awake and too embarrassed or polite to say anything. I waited for my hard cock to subside so I could finally get to sleep, but a part of me was enjoying the warmth of Melissa’s buttocks on my shaft. My cock felt like it was made of iron. I wondered if I should just get up and attend to myself in the toilets, when Melissa shifted again, her arse sliding up and a moment later down. I stifled a gasp as my cock twitched at the stimulation. A few seconds passed and Melissa shifted again, her arse sliding up a little and back down. Was she just shifting in her sleep or was she awake and tormenting me? A few seconds later and her arse moved again, this time moving a little further against me. My mind reeled. She was awake, she was aware of my hard cock and she was teasing me. Her arse shifted again, this time up and down and immediately up and down again. If this was a girl I’d been on a date with, her underwear would have been scattered all over the room long ago. Why was it so different with Melissa? I wanted to thrust back against her, dry hump her arse, squeeze her magnificent tits and all that was stopping me was our friendship. I had just about decided that I was far too horny to worry about that when Melissa made the decision for me. Her right hand reached behind her and she ran her fingers over the bulge in my trousers. I gasped as she began to run her fingers up and down my hard cock through my clothes. I reached under her coat and gently squeezed her left breast. I smiled. Finally. I wondered if I would get an opportunity to see them or whether this was to be just a hand job, not that I would complain if it was! She rolled over on the sofa to face me. Though it was dark, it was light enough that I could see her eyes burning with desire, see her teeth as her open mouth sought mine. We kissed long and hard, her hand returning to my cock. Then she began to undo my trousers.
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