You work for a moderate hotel as a housekeeper.

Most of your tenants are standard business men types,

coming and going from the nearby airport as fast as they arrived. The pay isn't a fortune, but you
manage to get by. Occasionally, you get a tip or two. Wearing a uniform that's a size too small, and a
button short of company standard oftentimes got you a few more.

You knock on the next room with your standard call for housekeeping. No one answers, as many of
these rooms don't. So you reach for your keys. As you pull your hand forward to insert them into the
door, the door itself pulls away from you. You look up, and a black haired, green eyed gentleman meets
your gaze. You apologize, explaining that you thought they were out. He informs you that he's about to
leave, and that you're free to start as he finishes his necessary preparations.

Inside, the clutter is fairly standard. An unmade bed, the complimentary coffee pot and accompanying
packets of instant drinks needing to be restocked, and the like. The man hadn't moved from the door
you realized, as the metal latch clicks back into place behind you. Subconsciously you turn to the
source of the noise, only to briefly catch his gaze before he can divert it. You don't think he was looking
at eye level either. Not that it mattered, being checked out by the men of the hotel was commonplace,
and you had unbuttoned your shirt a little before doing your rounds for that exact reason. Horny men
tip better. You start your usual routine and the man declares that he's going to shower one last time
before heading out. Nodding in acknowledgment, you begin your routine. The silence is broken by the
round of water running in the adjacent room, and the moisture began to creep under the door. Of
course, you snuck a peek at what the man's ass looked like. It was a perk of the job. All the running
about these nomadic males did was a miracle for their legs and glutes. And besides, if they're going to
take a peek at you, it was only fair to do the same, right?

Everything was going as normal, until your hands grazed something underneath the mattress. Another
pornographic magazine, perhaps, you thought. A lot of these guys were the old fashioned type. Carting
around a book or two instead of paying for the hotel wifi. Their desires getting the better of them while
they're so far away from home. But as you pull back the mattress, you see that it's not in fact, porn, but
a series of ropes and clasps oriented to stretch to the four corners of the bed. Your face grows hot as
you realize what you're looking at. Bondage ropes. They weren't uncommon but you never got used to
seeing them. The implication of what they're for got the better of you as you shift your legs and turn
around, a hand at your chest, feeling your accelerated heart rate. You feel a slight dampness from in
between your legs. That man was on his way out, and wouldn't have set these up without reason. What
did the person he brought here get to feel while under the duress of these bindings? Were they teased
endlessly, kept on the edge until they couldn't take it any more? Were they blindfolded and pounded
until they screamed? Were they slapped and whipped while their begging was left unheard? All these
thoughts whirled about your brain as your hand at your heart had subconsciously been lowering itself
towards your breast as if it had a mind of its own. The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped
you back to reality. The occupant was standing there, naked but a towel around his waist. His dark hair
pressed to his face and head. Occasionally, a bead of water would trickle down to his navel. You hadn't
noticed before, but he was fairly attractive. Usually your eyes glaze over as the sight of this never
ending queue of men coming in and out of your place of work clouds your memory, but this particular
man in front of you landed squarely in your strike zone.

His single cough breaks the silence. The sudden noise makes you jump, and your hand that was
previously on your breast slides down to your sides in attempts to screen where it previously was. You
look up to meet his eyes but they're once again looking elsewhere. You apologize and inform him that
all personal belongings must be removed from the room before checkout time, while mildly gesturing
towards the beds upturned mattress. He asks you if you like what you see, the heat from your face
returning as the lewd thoughts in your brain rise up from the depths once more. He steps forward, and
you take a step back, until you're both against the wall behind you. His face closer than ever before.
You try to stutter out a sentence but before you can he presses his lips against you. Surprisingly soft
and moist, your mind wanders to what might come to pass. How long had it been since you've been
with a man? You can't remember. Either way it was too long, and you press yourself back into him. He
grabs your hands and raises them above your head. Pushing you into the wall as he kisses you deeper
and deeper. Your mouths opening now and tongues intertwining with lust. His towel had fallen to the
floor at some point. When exactly, you can't say. His member was already erect and you couldn't take
your mind off of it. A shock of electricity courses up your spine as his knee pushes in between your
legs, rubbing against your pretty panties and dirtying them further with your ever flowing love juices.
You let out a moan into his mouth as he continues to hold you against the wall, grinding his knee in
between your legs as he explores your mouth.

He separates. Finally. You don't know how much longer you could have survived that assault, releasing
his hands from your as he does so. He asks if you want him to stop, and you shake your head profusely.
He gives a grin and wraps his hands around your back. Pressing in for more perversion. You both spin
around before he pushes you onto the soft, pillowed bed you had previously discovered his ropes under.
He instructs you to undress, slowly, and lay on your stomach as he puts the half folded mattress back in
place and pulls the ropes out from under it. You oblige. Trying your best to give him a show as he
slowly strokes his erect cock. A bit of a cleavage press here, a wiggle of the ass there, as you slip out of
the undersized uniform. Your soft plump body released from its bonds, he gives out a gasp. It turns out
he likes chubby girls, it seems. His hard dick seemed swollen and painful from where you could see.
But you followed his instructions, and lie naked on the bed. Your ass exposed to the air as your soft
breasts and tummy sink into the mattress. You feel the constraints being put in place, and watch as your
hands get locked in. Tugging at them, your mind goes wild. You're at his mercy. He could do anything
to you now. What could be in store?

You didn't have to question long, as you felt the warm feeling of breath across your soaked slit. Your
slit had and anticipating the pleasure to come. He didn't spend long, his animalistic panting aroused you
even more, leaving you feeling of being at the mercy of a savage, horny beast. His face presses into
your crotch as his tongue and fingers assault you. Slurping and smacking sounds match your moans as
every crevice of your private honey pot were assaulted and your juices swallowed. Your clit treated as a
plaything by his tongue as shock after shock of pleasure runs through you. His hands occasionally take
a break from exploring your crevice to massage and slap your soft ass. This went on of what felt like an
eternity. Every time you felt like you were getting close, he stopped. With a desperate “Please!” He
rises, sliding up your back before stopping. You can feel the weight of him on top of you, and his
mouth in your ear. He informs you that if you beg for it, he'll give you want you want. You feel a hot,
hard rod against your back, as he gently pushes you down deeper. You nod, and cry “Please fuck me”
and he responds with wet kisses on your neck and collarbone. You feel that hot member disappear from
your back and a new sensation at your hungry sluthole. You almost naturally try to raise your ass up off
the bed, and the man's weight subsides and allows you to do so. That solid rod never sinking any
deeper. You wiggle your ass at him to try and egg him on, begging once more to be fucked. He finally
presses into you, your walls wrapping around him, clasping and pulsating as you cum a little from the
penetration. All that teasing had worked you into a frenzy, as you try to buck your hips as much as the
restraints will let you.

You feel his weight on your back again, as he begins to put his body into meeting your thrusts. You
submit, and allow him to take control. His hands reach around and clasp your now hanging breasts.
Kneading their mass and pinching your nipples. The layers upon layers of pleasure are all building up,
and the only responses you can muster are lust filled moans and gasps to the pleasure. Occasionally he
begins to kiss and nip your neck and ears as he assaults your body from behind. Each thrust puts you
that much more close to cumming, and your walls tighten like a vice to keep his cock in you. Your
mind has gone blank. The only occupant being the primal pleasure of being fucked by a male. You toe
the line of climax and beg the man once more for release. He responds by embracing you tightly and
trusting one last time with full force. The pleasure is too much and tips you over the edge as his moan
in your ear confirms he's cumming at the same time. You feel this warm, satisfied feeling as his cock
pulses inside you, filling it with seed. Your belly feels tighter as he continues to pump his seed into you.
The pleasure keeps you cumming, as you both collapse into the bed.

Sometime later, as you both dress, you exchange names. He's a fairly well off traveler that frequents the
hotel for business. As you both get cleaned up, he notices the time and scrambles to gather hi things.
His flight much closer to take off than he'd like. As he turns to you, reassembling your work uniform
and wondering if anyone noticed you hadn't been cleaning rooms, he hands you his card. He informs
you that he'll be staying at this hotel two weeks from now, and hopes that he can receive some “extra
service” again.

You giggle, slide the card into your cleavage, and promise a “Satisfaction Guarantee”