Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Maid Sells Her Rear For Cash
Date: 1 Oct 1995 22:05:50 GMT

		    Out For A Good Ass-Fucking!!!

	Her voice reverberated in the hallway of the elegant hotel.
"You twisted little shit!" she screamed. "How dare you? How Fucking
Dare you. I've never been so insulted in my entire life!"

	People assume that I don't speak English because I'm Hispanic,
but the only reason I'm working here as a maid is to put myself
through college. I understand English very fucking well, especially
when the speaker in question launches into a tirade about the fact
that she will never, ever allow her partner to violate the pure pink
rosebud of her lily white ass. Although I realize that I should
pretend I didn't know what in hell was going on - rich people pay good
money for their privacy - I couldn't stop myself from turning my head
when the bitch shoved the guy out and slammed the door behind him.

	He was young and good looking. You don't expect that in a
hotel that charges $200 a day. What you do expect is old, ugly and
filthy rich - all the classic ingredients that add up to your classic
asshole with a capital A. But this guy was okay. I could see it at a
glance. He even blushed a little when I looked at him.

	"Sorry," he stuttered as he hurriedly zipped up his jeans.
"My, uh, girlfriend, sometimes she gets a bit overexcited."

	There was nobody else in the hall. Who was going to stop me? I
walked over to the guy and put my hand on his fly, stopping the zipper
mid-motion. "I heard what she said," I told him, surprising him with
my all-American English. "And I think you should know that all women
don't feel the same way she does."

	"Um, thanks." He looked down, not knowing what to say. I could
feel his cock stiffening beneath my hand, but it was clear that he
wasn't going to risk two rejections in one night. It was up to me to
make it crystal clear that I wanted what he had to offer.

	I picked up his right hand and smoothed it across the front of
my uniform so that he could feel the twin globes of my heavy
cantaloupe boobs. "I'm the only one on the shift that has the key to
the supply closet on the tenth floor," I told him.

	He sighed. His hands twitched convulsively at my tits. "What
about the other shift?"

	"Doesn't come on until 5 am. And would you come to work early
if you were a maid?"

	That convinced him.

	We were both so hot that we were close to fucking in the
elevator. Hell, we already know the crucial facts about each other,
which was that we shared the same sexual fantasy. It isn't often that
you meet a guy with a girlfriend who's thoughtful enough to scream out
her man's needs to the entire hotel! The kisses we exchanged in that
elevator were definitely passionate, almost X-rated.

	The closet was small and cramped, but that was okay; the
closer together, the better. Neither of us wanted to get completely
undressed in such a dangerous situation, so I scooted my panties off
from underneath my skirt while he lowered his pants to the middle of
his thighs to expose his proud stalk of his fuckstick. I sighed with
pleasure when I first laid eyes on the splendid nine-inch erection.

	"So big," I teased. "I don't know if it will fit up my tight
little asshole."

	"Please don't tell me that now," he moaned.

	"Don't worry, lover," I cooed. "We'll make room somehow. You
can ream me out a little, right?"

	Kneeling, I slobbered an abundant amount of saliva on the head
of his burning-hot prick. I could feel the way his blood pulsed
through the thick veins that stood out from his shaft. Damn, he really
needed it! What had his girlfriend been thinking of, to toss him out
of her bed like that? Didn't she realize that he'd be easy pickings
for the first hot asshole who came along?

	After I'd slicked him up, I turned around and rolled my skirt
up my waist to show him the firm curves of my full butt cheeks. He
moaned softly as he leaned into me, and the fat stalk of his huge rod
squirmed into my tight crack. I arched my back and sighed a lewd
invitation: "Do it, baby," I whispered. "Fuck me up the ass!"

	"Is that really where you need it?" He nuzzled at the back of
my neck. "Is that really what you want?"

	"Fuck, yes!" I shouted. Then I had to bite back my cries.
Damn, you couldn't have guests in a hotel like this phoning down to
the front desk about a maid getting ass-fucked in the supply closet! I
chewed on the inside of my cheek as I shook my tail in his face to
show him that I meant what I said.

	He skewered into me with one swift motion that felt like it
cut me in two. It sounds painful, but it was the strange kind of
pleasure that's achingly close to pain. It felt the way that I'd
imagine a thirteen or fourteen inch cock to feel in my quim -
enormous, ridiculous, too big for sanity. How could I stretch to
accept such a cock? And yet I was stretching; I was accepting it. And
my whole body was shivering from the ultimate fulfillment.

	"Do it harder, baby!" I begged. "Don't hold back! Pump it!"

	And of course, he readily complied, fucking me with everything
he had, shoving his thick shaft in and out of my poop chute. When he
reached around to pinch my joy button, I started coming. The orgasm
started deep in my asshole, but it hit me everywhere at once and then
exploded in my snatch.

	So, girls, take a less. As long as you are stupid enough to
turn down perfectly good ass-fuckings, there will be butt-crazy sluts
like me.