A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (21 page)

He felt the hotness
, grunting in response. I had decided to piss right on him. It had taken a lot of pelvic control to do so.

“
I didn't quite finish,” I said, gasping, still being fucked hard, “I saved a bit for you.”

“
You're getting a longer fucking for that, now,” he warned, and grabbed my hair harder, pushing my body against the sink so I actually hurt. I gasped for air and felt the scene was unreal. In the mirror, he looked radiant, with his sprinkled, thick-set torso swinging against mine. His eyes zoomed in on mine and I felt a dash of magma swirl around my deepest gut.

I fell further forward and became overwhelmed at
the thought of my piss decorating his genitals and thighs. The raw energy of the scenario was encouraging lava to persistently swirl around my belly. My breasts jumped outrageously as he shunted me repeatedly. I was becoming so tender and sensitive that every thrust became painful. I cried out for him to stop. I begged in fact. I screamed for mercy. He was abusing my innards. Against my better impulses, I couldn't help but be cajoled when he started slapping his hand against my clitoris. It was erotic and unlike anything I had ever practised before. I pushed my body back against his and threw my head against his chest in ecstasy. He grasped my breasts and breathed rampant breaths into my ear. The whole scene was enthralling. I gave myself up to being dominated. The aromas and the spectacle, his body and his urgency, were all enough to draw out my orgasm. His overpowering masculinity bent me to his will.

My severe
spasms gripped his cock violently and threw him off course. It was so painful, so shocking, and quickly rendered us both inexplicably redundant. He jolted, experiencing similar agony, before burrowing his way into my shoulder.

“
I like to dominate too,” he whispered hoarsely.

He turned my head and
kissed my mouth, tenderly, cupping my chin in his hand. Our first kiss. My heart constricted. He'd had his tongue inside me but a kiss was so much more intimate. Beneath the layers of bodily fluids and heat, he smelt of soap and wood spice, and tea tree shampoo. He'd had a little red wine at dinner. He buried his luscious mouth against my own and my stomach ached when his tongue caressed mine. Inwardly, I sighed and cursed the effect he had on me. His was a gentleman's kiss that ignited my own gentlewoman's heart. I slipped off his cock, turned around, and we made out for several minutes more, while I held my arms around his neck and he folded me into him.

The kisses were miraculous and life-changing. Mind-blowing, even.
They sent visions through my mind that frightened me: thoughts of us sharing deep, intimate fucks for hours on end. I tore myself away from him, insisting I was tired. He had a look of animalistic desire across his features, but I was adamant there would be no more that night. I was so sore.

Together, w
e showered quickly but I remember his eyes assessing me. He tried not to stare but he could not stop himself. There was something about his gaze too – some confusion, I felt. At one point, he grabbed me and forced me into another long kissing session. His cock grew fat again, but not erect, and he lifted me up against the wall. He kissed my breasts for the first time and I felt him shiver under his desire.

“
I want to see you again,” he said.

“
Maybe,” I said, looking into his eyes.

What stared back at me was most frightful. I felt sick at the sight of those eyes, so luxuriously green, gazing into mine. He was assessing me but taunting me too, because he knew I desired him. I bit his lip fiercely and
jumped out before him, threw on a robe and headed for the bed, burying myself in layers. I was too tired and it was too late to leave.

He climbed in not long late
r and whispered, “I've got the better pillow here if you want to join me?”

I rolled toward him and his arm wrapped around me. He lift
ed my chin and kissed me and before I knew it, I was sleeping like a baby, my body expended. That was the day I got hooked on my new drug.

*              *              *

For weeks after that, I masturbated nightly over that liaison. I didn't even seek company. I was haunted by how easily I had found affinity with a stranger. That night, I had woken in his arms in the early hours, flabbergasted by my own confidence. He might have wanted to do away with me for all I knew. However, as I watched him sleep, I decided that his was not the face of a man who could bear me ill will. In his dreams, his skin was milky and smooth. He was more than a decade older than I and yet he didn't betray all his years. I traced a finger over his delectable mouth as he slept and felt I could have gone for another round with him. I was strongly attracted to him but seeing him vulnerable and sedate reminded me that he might be just as fallible as all the others. I slipped out of bed and out of the hotel, crawling into my own bed not long later.

I almost forgot his face. I just remembered how he made me feel and that alone was enough to make me cum at night. In the depths of my heart, I wondered what it might be like if we made love more conventionally, in bed, with his
arms and body around mine. I crushed that fantasy deep down in the depths of my mind. The memory limped away, taking with it desire left unfulfilled by only having spent one night together. The Chambermaid became sedentary because I needed time to reassess before venturing out once again. I really had been knocked off course, somehow. I could not get him out of my thoughts. I almost felt normal again when I received an unexpected visitor knocking on my office door.

“
Charlotte,” he said. “I found you.”

I was
shuffling order forms in my hand, unaware it was him.

“
Excuse me?” I asked, not bothering to turn around.

“
It's me, Noah.”

“
How did
you
get in here?” I scathed.

My throat dried. My stomach leapt. I became delirious. I swayed. My face flushed and
my heart felt as though it was pounding its way through my ears.

I didn't turn around. I couldn't possibly do so.

The door closed and locked. I heard him remove his coat and hang it up.

“
You told me you were called Varla,” he said.

“
I did, didn't I?”

“
Yeah, and I felt like a complete twat having people stare at me when I asked after you. I told them I owed you a debt of gratitude. That seemed to get me in.”

“
What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to busy myself with rearranging the desk.

“
In town on business. In Room 524 again. Damn tub.”

“
Well, like I told you, it ain't the damn Ritz here love.”

My pussy was
welling with anticipation. I had to take hold of the desk to steady myself.

“
No, it's better,” he said.

“
Fixed your marriage yet?”

“
As if.”

“
Your own fault.”

“
I know.”

I was wearing a white blouse and smart black trousers. I desperately wanted to know what he had on.

“What do you expect? A repeat performance?” I asked.

“
Maybe,” he said.

He walked up behind me, placing his palms
along my sides, running them up and down my body.

“
Your arse looks fabulous in these trousers. I didn't really get given the chance to enjoy you before.”

“
No.”

“
I have wanked over you every night since.”

“
Really,” I murmured, with my nipples and my clit standing to attention in his presence. Inflamed with desire, I felt the pulse in my groin and ached for his touch. Anywhere.

He pushed me over the desk and slapped my behind with such force. I cried out and gasped, delighted by his strike. I stood back up slowly and pushed
the back of my head into his chest, moaning with approval. The cool fingertips of his large hands brushed each side of my neck with fine caresses and I was ablaze with anticipation.

“
I can smell the heated delight from your pussy, do you want my cock?”

“
Yes,” I whispered weakly. His voice brought my entire being alive.

He breathed against the back of my neck and I shuddered. He moved up against me and I could feel his stubborn shaft rubbing between my ass cheeks. I moaned. He reached in front of me and clenched his palm against my groin.

“Ah,” I squirmed. My breaths were coming in short, raspy gasps.

He pulled
my zip, pushed his hand down my trousers and into my knickers. Two fingers rubbed me and dipped inside. A set of teeth nipped at my ear. I pushed back against his solid form behind me.

“
You're so wet, Charlotte.”

“
Oh god, I know. Make me cum. Please.”

“
Pardon?” he said, right in my ear, before vigorously rubbing me senseless. I cried out and gushed all over his hand.

He swirled me around next, pulling me in his arms for a kiss.
Our mouths wide, our tongues licked furiously. His taste was spectacular. Between the haziness of lust, I saw him wearing a grey suit and decided he looked gorgeous. He smelt great, of expensive continental cologne. It was all so unreal. I unzipped him and touched his silken cock with my loose fingers twirling about his organ. I rolled his foreskin down and caressed the large head, flicking pre-cum away to taste it.

I caught the dangerous look in his eye, of predatory longing.
He pulled my slacks off and pushed me to lie down on the desk. He rolled on a condom before sliding his cock around my clit.

“
I want that shirt off,” I demanded, spreading my legs to incense him, holding my knees up. My pussy was open for business.

“
Ditto,” he growled, and we both immediately got a little bit more naked.

“
Tits free too,” he snarled.

“
Bastard.” And I took off my bra.

His shoulders were
broad and sturdy; his chest hard and his stomach a little round at the midriff, but still solid. He was just my type. I liked them thick and mean. He plunged his rock hard cock into the opening of my vagina and manoeuvred his hips in circles, teasing me with his swollen head.

“
You don't want that dildo again, do you?” he asked.

“
No,” I groaned.

“
What do you want, Charlotte?”

“
Cock. All of it. Now.”

And he responded. He shafted me with one swift move, pushing me across the desk so that my head hit t
he wall. Pussy juice sprayed out of my consumed hole and I came.

“
Oh yes!” I gasped.

“
Oh what?” he asked, with a sinister undertone.

“
Cock. I wanna ride your cock.”

“
I knew you'd succumb to me, bitch.”

He pulled me up and plonked himself in my desk chair, a naff thing
that might easily break. He tilted it back and we almost went flying. We thankfully hit a table that kept us propped up. I cradled his head and grabbed his hair like it was rope to swing from. He was handsome in the daylight with his natural glow shining through; pink cheeks and plump, crimson lips complemented by a shaven, strong jaw and a head full of gorgeous hair. I swung on his lap as fast as lighting, working him like a good bitch should. His hands were all over my body, running over my skin fast and deliberately.

“
Your cunt is mine,” he growled.

We bit and chewed on one another. It was frantic and thoughtless.
He delighted in the feel of my arse and tit, and drank of my nipple, drawing it down his throat. I slapped his chest and reprimanded him, telling him not to neglect my clit. He rubbed and I fucked. It was blind lust. We ended up a steaming, messy pile of bodies, ejaculation gluing us together.

“
Five-two-four,” he whispered, breathlessly.

I repeated the number, though he need not have reminded me. I knew the hotel like the back of my hand.

“When do you get off?”

We chuckled. I nibbled his lip
and groaned as he stroked the red ass cheek he'd slapped.

“
Ten. What do you want me to bring?”

“
Yourself, in a dress. I want to take you out for dinner.”

“
I don't do dates,” I warned.

“
I don't either. This is dinner and fucking.”

“
Fine. But I don't have a dress. I'd have to go home.”

“
Buy one. Nip out on your break. Need money?”

“
Nope.” I still had the money in my wallet that had been waiting to be spent for ages. Perhaps it was time.