I was a maid in a large motel chain. It help to pay my
tuition at Arizona State University. I had been with
the company for a couple of years, and it didn’t pay
well at all. They expected that their maids would make
a lot in tips, which I did. Still, it was a dirty, go-
nowhere kind of job. At 22, working as a maid wasn’t
my big thrill in life.
I sometimes had to do emergency calls — people would
have a party in their room and make a mess that needed
to be cleaned up, or someone would need extra towels –
literally, all kinds of problems arose.
I got a really dumb emergency call one night. Room 471
needed towels. Ha, I thought, I bet they did. I grabbed
the fresh linen cart and began wheeling it toward the
elevator, standing there tapping my foot while I waited
for the slow employee’s elevator to reach the fourth
floor.
I rapped gently on the door of 471. There was no answer.
I knocked harder, but there was still no answer. I took
my master key and inserted it. They had probably step-
ped out for a moment, I thought.
The instant I entered the room, I realized that there
was someone in the shower. I started to leave the
towels on the bed, but as I opened the door to leave,
I heard a man’s voice.
“In here,” I heard.
I turned. There was a man standing in the doorway to
the bathroom. I could see his head and his shoulders.
“Your towel is on the bed, sir,” I said.
To my surprise, he stepped out from behind the door.
He was naked. I averted my eyes as quickly as I could,
but not before I got a good look at a rather large cock
nestled in a huge triangle of pubic hair. He wasn’t
circumcised, and his balls were big and fat, as they
dripped water onto the floor.
“Can you bring me the towel?” he asked with a smile.
My face was hot. I’m not virgin, and I like a naked
male body as well as the next college girl, but this
guy was old enough to me my dad. And for just that
reason I was turned on by what I had seen.
I picked up the towel from the bed and took a few steps
toward him. He disappeared, and I heard the shower
stall open and close. He was back in the shower.
I stepped into the bathroom and put the towel on the
rack. I could see his naked form behind the frosted
glass of the shower door.
Then, the water stopped, and the shower stall popped
open, and the naked man stood right there, in front of
me. This time, his cock didn’t hanging. It was sticking
out at me. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from it. He was
just a few feet away from me.
As I stood and stared at it, it began to grow. He used
some kind of muscle control to make it jump up and down
at the same time.
“It feels happy,” he said. “It must like you.”
I swallowed. Then, I smiled up at him.
“Will you dry me off?” he asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I shrugged. I took the towel
from the rack and pressed it against his muscular,
hairy chest. He turned around, and I dried his back,
moving the towel all the way down to his buttocks. They
were two tight, round globes of muscle, peppered with
black hairs. Then, he turned around and faced me again.
I dried his stomach, and my arm touched his cock while
I was doing one of his thighs. The head was peeking out
of the fleshy foreskin. It was a dark red color, and
there was already a drop of sticky pre-cum on the tip
of it.
I got on my knees on the bathroom floor to dry his legs
and feet.
Standing there in front of me, those big hairy balls
shoved right in my face, he suddenly moved his hips
forward. I opened my mouth and let him move closer. His
balls fell into my mouth. I wanted it. Even weeks later
I couldn’t figure out why I’d let that old guy do it to
me, but at the time I wanted to be his slut, I just
wanted to give myself to him. It was strange.
There was a manly but clean taste about the meaty skin
of his nuts. I moved up to that fat cock sticking up
in the air, and wrapped my mouth around it. I had to
open my mouth nearly as wide as it would go to get it
all in. I began moving up and down on it, kneading his
balls with my fingers. I have had plenty of experience
doing this for guys my own age, but it was different
with him for some reason. I felt him shudder and heard
him moan.
“Oh, God, I can’t stand that, I’m gonna cum too soon.”
I pulled my mouth away. I looked up at him. I moved my
hands to his big, fat balls, and began massaging them.
The skin of his balls was tight, flecked with copious
black hairs. I ran my fingers all around his testicles,
feeling the big orbs just beneath the skin. I moved my
tongue to his balls, running my tongue over the vel-
vety smooth skin. I stroked his fat cock gently with
one hand as I massaged his balls. I wanted to make him
cum.
He shoved his cock back into my mouth, his balls hit-
ting my chin. Then, he filled the back of my throat
with his hot come. His balls tightened in my hand, and
he shot an enormous load. I tried to swallow, but the
stuff dripped down my chin and along the vein-filled
shaft of his cock. It fell down into his pubic hair and
slowly dripped down his balls.
After he’d shot his load, he pulled out of my mouth and
stood there in front of me, his hard cock dripping with
the cream from his large hanging nuts.
He didn’t say a word. He simply reached down and lifted
me up, then reached under my skirt. He pulled my pan-
ties off, kneeling down in front of me and shoved his
face between my legs. I could feel his warm, wet tongue
on my inner thighs, flicking in and out, here and there.
I was in another world. I felt his warm hot mouth on my
pussy lips, and I began to gyrate my hips as the man
licked up and down. I knew that he liked my body, hell
all the guys did. He kept looking at my legs as if he
wanted to eat them or something.
I felt his hands reach around to undo my bra. He fum-
bled with it for about a minute, then gave up.
We both sat on the bathroom floor, out bodies inter-
twining, and slowly, my clothes wound up as a pile on
the floor.
He reached up with one hand, gently touching a nipple,
as if afraid that I would stop him. With the other
hand, he reached behind me and pulled me toward him,
then moved my legs farther apart.
He stood, and reached down and pulled me up to him.
Then, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He
lay me down, and stood there looking at my body.
I knew what was going to happen, I’d seen that look in
much younger men’s eyes before. I just wished that I
had a condom, but who would have figured?
“Lovely,” he said, looking at my wet pussy. “It’s
lovely, like candy.” He climbed onto the bed beside
me. He moved his head down, and with my legs spread
wide, he inserted his tongue into my wet pussy-slit,
sending inexplicable shivers of delight through my
body.
His hands continued working on my tits, too, as he
squeezed first one nipple very gently, then the other.
As his tongue made contact with my clit, I felt spasms
building up within me. God, now I know why other girls
say that they liked older guy better. “I’m going to
cum,” I said.
I did. Spasm after spasm racked my body as I came. I
thrust my groin toward him, making fucking motions with
my hips as I came. At last, he removed his tongue. He
looked into my eyes. He sighed deeply. Then he swal-
lowed. With a smile, he said, “I guess I got carried
away.”
“I guess I did, too,” I said.
I sat up and then swung my feet over the side of the
bed. I went into the bathroom and began getting dressed.
“My name’s Bill,” I heard him say from the bathroom.
“I’m Gina,” I said from the bathroom. I looked into the
mirror, making sure my makeup wasn’t too messed up, and
straightened my clothes.
“What time are you off?” he asked me.
“Another three hours.”
“Can you come back? We can go to dinner.”
I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at this naked,
hairy, handsome man on the bed. A man old enough to be
my father.
“You bet, Bill!” I said, whistling all the way down to
the laundry room.