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   THE CHAMBER MAID
   Lana, the chamber maid, opened the door slowly, not sure what to expect.
The man was still inside.  He was in his bed and watching the morning TV.
   No, he had been watching porn.
   Marque succeeded to switch over to morning TV seconds before her
entrance.  The steamy porn channel had to wait.  Need to behave properly as
long as the chamber maid is in the room, he thought.
   What did she have to do?  Was it appropriate to go inside?  The house
rules didn't prohibit it.  She decided to open up and step inside.
   "Please, come in," He said to her, "I'm still in my bed,you can make the
room while I'm here.  Marque said.
   "Hello, Good morning, did you sleep well and have sweet dreams?" Lana
said and looked at the big man in his bed.  "I guess you don't want me to
change the bed clothes," She continued.
   Marque man was wearing pajamas.  Lana was looking with some suspicion as
one of his hands was under the sheet.  The man was aroused.  She didn't
know why.  There were some porn magazines on his night table.
   He'd certainly been into something inappropriate minutes before her
arrival, she thought.  "Are you sure I can do some vacuuming and to change
the towels?" Lana said.
   He gave her a big grin and said, "That's no problem for me, I like to
relax, just take your time." He was quiet for a while and then said, "It's
good to have someone to talk with.  I've been on the road for several weeks
and wanted to stay in bed while not in hurry today.  Having a pretty woman
around is great fun for me." He concluded and took every possibility to
take sneaky views at her sexy body.
   "What would you like to talk about?" She said and was a little worried
about her dress.  It was warm inside and short skirts or tight panties were
a dress code recommendation.
   The shirt may not extend past half-thigh!  Shoes are up to the employee,
but sexy sandals and high heels were encouraged.  Employees with C-cup bra
size or larger were not required to wear a bra if they wanted to impress
male clients, and an attractive body was a good asset.  Lana knew, she had
this because of her sexy outlook, her open mindedness, flexible attitude to
men and her pleasant personality.
   The hotel valued the qualities Lana possessed.  She was a young and good
looking with heightened sexual drive and reduced inhibitions.  She
expressed a great interest for the male guest's well-being and had the
desire to serve them in a very personal way.  On a private level she had an
empathic connection to the secret sexual desires of those she encountered.
   She could feel herself getting turned on at the thought of having her
tits swing and move in front of the gazing man's eyes as she arranged
things, leaned over and picked items and clothes from the floor and placed
them on a chair and table.
   Her deep cleavage was showing more than the dress code suggested, but
she enjoyed the attention.  Lana moved to the bathroom.  Her head was full
of cozy ideas.  Why not enjoy the situation and use womanly power and
assets to make him even hornier.
   Last night her dreams had been erotic and sensuous and she was now
drifting in some of the hot episodes of the night.  Before she started to
work, Lana had stroked herself to a powerful orgasm, which had left her
quivering and gasping for air.
   Her clitty tingled when she thought about it.  Now in the guest's
bathroom, her free hand was moving up to her chest and massaging her
breasts gently.  She watched at the man in the room from the mirror.
   He had probably also seen her touch her breasts, and now he was holding
his big cock in his hand, stroking the head and the shaft.  The guest was
turned on.
   Lana decided to continue with the reflective show: gently rubbed her
engorged clit with her thumb.
   Marque was admiring her from the mirror, lost in the sensations of her
body.  Lana positioned herself to show more so the sight.  He was stroking
his cock.  She enjoyed her power.
   She started to think about the mind-controlling lessons she had
participated in.  Those lessons had taught her some new tricks.  Lana's
personality had changed and she had become an increasingly sensual
creature.
   Lana enjoyed watching his hand moving up and down his big erect cock. 
The view got her to think about an experiment.  She wanted to explore an
idea from the hypnosis class teaching that the subconscious can control
almost any bodily function.  That man out there had to move ahead and get
hard and comfortable with his cock.
   Lana asked, "Have you ever tried or experienced someone controlling your
mind or that your subconscious is playing tricks with you?" She watched at
the rapid movement of his jerking hand.  "Wouldn't it be a great power to
able to put your partner in trance and get that person to do whatever you
want?" She continued.
   "Yes, it would be great," Marque responded with a shaky voice.  He was
so turned on by what he had seen through the mirror.  He had started to
caress his cock and was close to finishing seconds before the chamber maid
spoke to him.
   "What would you like to know about my subconscious?" he asked her.  He
had seen her feeling herself up under the short dress.  The glistening
pussy lips were still open and visible through the mirror as she was
talking to him from the bathroom.  He didn't know that she did it on
purpose.  Marque was too horny to think straight.
   "Close your eyes now and just allow yourself to be as lazy as you can
be," Lana said and continued, "We can do some experimenting.  It's
important that you tell me first things that come into your mind.  Let me
know what you think and we can play out all your deeper thoughts and
dreams."
   "Ask me whatever you want and I will respond," Marque said and was more
than surprised about the turn of things.  He even forgot his throbbing cock
for a moment.  However, the excitement was there.  He had been horny all
morning watching porn from an adult channel and was about to wank for
cuming when she had knocked on the door.
   "Tell about your desires," She said and informed that she was about to
come back to the room.  "Can I come back to the room?" She asked and gave
him a chance to hide his wildly erect penis.  She couldn't stop a light
moan from escaping her lips as she regarded his reflection from the mirror.
   She bent down and picked up a fallen soap with her ass turned towards
the mirror, positioned in such a way that Marque could get a full view of
her well-rounded ass.
   Leaving her panties at home was a stroke of genius, she thought.  She
had a great bum and it was an instant turn-on for any man watching her from
behind.  She bent forward, picking up more things wiggling her pretty ass.
   He said, "I do have a wild fantasy on my mind, but I'm not sure if I'm
allowed to tell about it.  It's so personal." Marque spoke with a very low
voice, nearly whispering, "I think about your sexy body and how and when
and where it wants its pleasure, and it will not be denied."
   Lana said, "You're thinking about my sexual desires, how about your own
fantasies?" She wasn't sure how to handle this and how to formulate new
intelligent questions.  The man was so sudden and direct.  Typical male,
she thought.  What more could one expect from a horny male.  That's the way
they are and how they function.
   Marque looked at her when she entered the room and said, "My hope is
that with every passing minute, your sexual desire increases.  It will not
be satisfied until you have made love with me and we both had an orgasm,"
he concluded and watched at her.  "Or multiple orgasms," he continued,
having a slight fear for being to pushy.
   He had seen her clean and shaven pussy, her wet lips, the clit and her
ass.  The chamber made had twisted her body as she picked up things, the
soap and other items.  It was wonderful to see how her ass looked up-skirt
and he could barely believe it was true what he experienced.  Was there a
woman in this city with a better ass?
   "Wow, you're excited," She said.  Looking over her clothing she sighed
gently and thought what strike of luck had made her to select a short and
narrow skirt that followed the dress code.  It was shorter than the
mid-thigh length, black in color and tight and looked great on her.  Next
time she would be wearing a tiny thing that was an inch or two shorter. 
She wanted to be watched and she wanted to show off.
   The man in the bed loved her looks.  His erect cock stirred under the
sheet covering it.  His blurred mind connected to the chamber maid's
adventurous experiment into sexual pleasures.  She had caught him off
guard. Marque yanked his eyes back from the graceful curves, her cleavage.
He was looking at her breasts, seeing how big and round they were.
   She could see what he was looking at and blushed, "I would really love
for you to be able to hold these just like this." She gripped her tits at
the side, rubbing her hands around the outside of each breast.  "Do you
like to watch me touching my body?  How do you feel watching?  Does my body
turn you on?  Would you like to see my exposed pussy?" She said to him.
   He said, "I like to watch.  I hope you'd be holding my cock right now.
I'm thinking about touching your breasts, about stroking them and rubbing
them." Marque was quiet for a second and said,"Your exposed pussy is a
great turn on... Let me see you fingering it."
   "Why don't you start stroking your cock?  I'd like to see how you slowly
enjoy it.  Watching your cock as it is being rubbed up and down, up and
down by your own hand." Lana said.
   Marque extended his hand to his hard and pulsing cock under the sheets.
She started caressing her tunnel entrance and felt a fresh wave of heat
rush between her legs.  Her clitoris beating as though her heart had
migrated and taken up residence there.  Lana's busy fingers were making the
tension stronger.  She was getting wild.  This was fun.
   The chamber made was really turned on.  "I would like to see you jerking
yourself off with the other hand, but don't jerk off too fast.  I want you
to enjoy this masturbation session.  I think we both want to get maximal
pleasure out of this.  Please, show me your cock," She said.
   "I'm thinking about you with your cock in your hand, jerking off over
me. You keep playing with your cock while I start to touch my horny pussy.
Look at my breasts and think about my hard nipples, wank your cock in front
of my eyes.  I like to see you cuming."
   Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide, panic-filled.  "Oh God
what am I doing?" The man uncovered his wildly erect cock that was sticking
out and up from his big hand.  "I'm horny you can do whatever you like to
me." Lana said and watched.  She felt like a sex magnet, like a super-curvy
sex magnet drawing male attention and lust to her.
   Her heated mind was thinking.  Why didn't I do more to get his hands
inside of my pants?  Lana wanted to say, "I'm horny, you can do whatever
you like to me." Why not let him rub my pussy with one hand and jerk his
cock with the other.
   She was real, the man was real, and this wasn't mind control.  They
were, two horny people in the hotel room, ready to cum through mutual
masturbation.  The man hadn't even considered the fact that his cock was
now in his hand and his pajamas pants were around his ankles.
   She was seated with her skirt up all over her belly on the armchair,
facing him, her knees drawn up, and one hand at her crotch, with three
fingers buried in her slit.
   Maybe some clients were fearful of unlocking certain closed doors within
themselves, often with good reason, but this man was playing out his
fantasies to his fullest.
   Lana continued to play with herself and moaned, "My pussy is getting
really wet, look at my clit, how it's pressed out from its hood.  Can you
see my nipples; look at how stiff they are.  She pulled one out of her
shirt.  That's because I'm looking of you with that stiff cock in your
hand. I'm wondering of how much creamy cum there is in your balls and how
you'd like to shoot it all over my pink nipples, over my firm, round
breasts."
   She was the wild wet woman now.  "Come on and jerk it harder.  I won't
show you my cock hungry cunt," Lana continued.  "My tight pussy is
contracting and pulsing and I'm just thinking about your cock.  It looks so
good when you big hand moves."
   He responded, "Would you like me to come over your cunt?  Would you want
me inside?" His hand was moving in high speed.
   Lana said, "No, please don't move, keep jerking that cock, jerk it for
me, harder now.  It's wonderful to see you, as you lean backwards in the
bed with your cock in your hand.  I want to see you shooting your thick
sticky come all over from that distance.  No, please, move closer, shoot
over my body, breasts and my pussy lips.
   She could see him tossing his cock off.  The big man was going really
fast now.  He was going really fast for her.  He did what she demanded. 
"That's it, keep going, harder," She managed.
   Lana was now nearly delirious with pleasure and was beginning to imagine
what it was going to be like when she finally got into really fucking with
some of her guests.  Teasing them to wank was one thing, having them to
penetrate would take her to another level.  She wasn't ready for it yet. 
Sucking and tit masturbation would be the next step.
   "I have got to be insane" she sighed, she was amazed at what she was
seeing.  She looked at him lustfully.  She did want to take him deep into
her throat, yet, or why not.
   Lana damned her curiosity for getting her into this situation.  She had
been teasing the man in the bed.  How on earth was she going to get out
from this situation?  "I love to touch my pussy and rub my hand back and
forward, back and forward, fingers in and out, just like you are doing with
your cock." She said and moaned.
   It felt so good.  Her knees were spread; she lifted one leg high on the
arms rest, then the other, to give full view and to have best possible
access to her love channel.
   Her thoughts went back to what happened at her apartment.  At home, the
very same morning when Lana got out of the shower, she used a hand mirror
to check her clitoris.  She was sure it was getting larger.
   Very interesting, she thought.  Frequent masturbation was probably the
trick.  The continuous excitement she felt when visiting the rooms was a
part of it too.
   She giggled to herself a little, gasped as the slippery soap rocked back
and forth across her wet slit.  She began rocking her fingers in and out of
herself, gasped as the water and her fingers both massaged her clit.
   Her hand was still between her legs but her eyes were forced open. 
Lana's freshly washed and plumbed pussy was already lubricating in
anticipation, waiting to get something inside.
   There she was, the wonder woman in the chair, in front of him.  His eyes
focused on the woman's wide open legs.  She was masturbating her pussy for
his excitement.
   Had they been masturbating for almost half an hour?  Her nipples were
plainly visible through the material of her dress, poking out stiff through
her thin shirt.
   She hadn't even worn a bra, and as she shifted in her seat she realized
she wasn't wearing panties either.  Nothing but pleasure was on her mind.
Her brain was filled with the buzzing pleasure, but the sight of another
person watching her was expanding the experience.  The man's shining green
eyes stared back at her.
   Her legs wide open and resting on the arms rests.  Lana was leaning
back, arching her body.  She wanted to cry as her vaginal muscles spasmed.
Her mind fogged and she lay there screaming and twitching as the
mysteriously explosive orgasm raced through her body.
   She had lost all control.  It felt so good.  She reflected back to her
early morning masturbation.  The memory was so nice, crisp and clear.  How
she'd moved to her little kitchen, grabbed a big cucumber from a vegetables
basket, pressed it between her legs, moaned slightly, she wanted to scream;
it felt amazing inside her overheated pussy.
   Her nipples ached and her pussy felt like it was starving for big thick
salami.  But that morning, her pussy had been eating a big cucumber.  She
coughed and came, coughed and came and then just came.
   Lana had surrendered to it, given in willingly to the ecstasy.  Without
her realizing it, the stroking of her fingers quickened.  She thrust her
hips in the air as she tensed against the searing orgasm that burst from
her crotch and melted her mind.
   Her heart beat fast and strong as her body began to spasm, and her mind
became a foggy and floating isolated island.  She felt orgasm after orgasm
spiraling into greater and greater pleasure as her mind shut down opening
to the new presence within.
   She extended her index finger and slid it deep into her pussy.  The
experience was at the same time equally terrifying and erotic.  Then she
giggled.  She was so horny.  She had never taken it to that level before,
either.
   Thinking of men's cocks was one of her past-time hobbies.  Thinking of
them penetrating her, filling her, ravaging her, made her wild.  She had
begun to masturbate openly for some of the guests, her fingers rubbing
across her engorged clitoris.  The pleasure to get them cuming was such a
great reward.
   "Do you like to watch?" She asked.
   "Yeah, I do." He blushed and laughed.  He looked at her.  She was a
striking young woman and openly masturbating for him.
   Her skillful finger assault on her aching boiling pussy had made her cum
in front of a complete stranger.  It was weird, though, the way she had
gotten so excited in there, essentially getting turned-on over herself,
over her own body and how sexy it was.
   Lana was counting on every drop of pre-cum saturating the tip of his
dick.  This cock was a winner, one of the biggest dicks she had ever
handled or managed to get into full extension.
   She began to touch herself again.  Her voice was sure and confident.  A
little tingle started in her pussy as she thought about what had happened.
She had the power to make him and other men do just about anything, just by
dangling the opportunity of sex in front of them.
   She let her hands remain there between her legs, her fingers lightly
stroking, and the heat of her hands adding to the heat radiating from the
inside.  She opened her eyes, looked down and saw the wetness on her
fingertips shining in the flickering candlelight.  God, she was feeling
horny, there was no limits to how much she wanted to feel.
   "Cum baby," she said.  Lana wanted to have him to cum.  It was time for
the final strokes.  She needed a sense of psychological intensity or risk
mixed with her sex, some element to cut through her natural inhibitions.
   She wanted inevitably lose control of her body, her mind, her will.  She
needed a man's cock inside of her.  Her sweet pussy, hot purring vibrating
pussy wanted to get man meat inside.  Lana's orgasmic pussy was aching to
be filled, making her body all antsy, insisting that she had to move on and
continue.  Her pussy was so fucking hot.
   Her being everything else but bashful made him jerk his cock harder. 
The guest's cock twitched as he pumped it quickly.  For a short moment he
was just too overwhelmed to do anything.  It was when she started to cum.
The man wanted to enjoy the view of her.
   The man slipped his legs over the edge of the bed and moved in front of
Lana.  Her nipples were showing visibly through her perspiration-soaked
blouse.  He wanted to fuck her cleavage.  Her breasts were big enough that
his throbbing member was lost between them.
   She pressed her tits together.  He assaulted the tits from above.  She
shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her hand stroking mindlessly on her
thigh.  She let him fuck her titties from up to down.
   Marque couldn't help staring at her breasts.  He just had to use them as
well.  He stroked harder with his hand as he continued to pump his organ
between her titties.  He was so close, stroked his cock with full speed,
his head swam as he continued moving down and up again.
   He felt like cumming right then, but managed to hold it, to his own
surprise, still waiting a few moments.  Marque looked down at his engorged
cock.  "Yeah, I thought you might want to play some more, so I tried to get
ready for you."
   Her breasts swayed heavily underneath her shirt.  He pushed his cock
down between them.  It felt good as it slid between the wet tits.  The
sensations penetrated through her breast-tissue.
   She unbuttoned the shirt quickly.  Suddenly, as he thrust his hips, his
cock spurted again and she too was consumed by an earth shattering orgasm.
   Lana was so nice to him and she was so beautiful.  Lana started licking
the head of his cock as it poked through her breasts.  She pulled it out of
her breasts and popped it into her mouth.  She sucked hard.
   His strong cock stood erect, only inches away from her face.  Finally,
at her command, Marque too exploded in and incredible orgasm, then weakly
collapsed back on the king size bed.  His throbbing meat was still hard and
cum-drenched.  Hot semen had flooded into her mouth, over her face, on her
black skirt and white shirt.  All her buttons were open.
   He was pumping, pumping, beating, beat, beat meat, eat meat, eat, she
wanted to eat, but first he had to cum.  Oh god, yes, she was so horny. 
Her clitoris was pulsing like crazy.
   The jism mostly landed on her tits, body, skirt, face and lips, some got
on his legs too.  Marque felt incredibly good with his sexual urges
momentarily satisfied, but worried that he had ruined her dress.  He felt
incredibly self conscious about the size of his spurting organ. 
Masturbating for her felt so much better than doing it alone in front of
porn.
   Her body felt so alive, her breasts were pulsing, her nipples so hard
and erect that they almost hurt.  They wanted to be played with; dying to
be played with.  She felt heat flood into her breasts and her hot pussy
vibrated, the man was there.  He had cum for her.
   She took a few larger cucumbers out of a box.  The vegetable felt hard
and waxy in her hand and she couldn't help wondering what it might feel to
shove something this fat and long into her pussy, or how much of it she
could cram down her mouth or even her throat.
   I'm still working on this to improve it.
  
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