June 23 – Day 4
The alarm goes off at 6 in the morning and causes my heart to race as I’m woken abruptly from a deep sleep. I reached over to touch my wife and realized she was only in my dream. As much as I am enjoying myself here, I do miss waking up beside her. It has been a while since I had slept alone and today was the first day that I had felt alone. I sat there for a few minutes trying to convince myself to get up when there was a knock on the door.
“Housekeeping.”
“Come in,” I respond.
Moments later the door opens and I’m greeted by a lovely brunette. Her eyes were light green, almost emerald with shoulder-length hair. She’s wearing a French maid outfit that’s sheer on the sides giving me the slightest view of the sides of her massive tits. The plunging neckline would have given me an eye full if it weren’t for the white lace trim placed strategically in a teasing manner with the fabric in the front was loose enough to keep the shape of her breasts obscured. Shear fabric formed a “V” as it runs downward, also giving me a peek at her pierced belly button.
I watch as she makes her way to the corner of the room where some of my dirty laundry had been. Her movement was slow and calculated, as she approached the clothes she paused. I look over her, taking her in. She’s wearing black 5-inch heels which accentuate her long legs. The shape of her legs, pronounced as her black thigh-high stockings accented the curves of her muscles in darker shades and highlights. There were about 4 inches of the exposed flesh of her thighs that disappeared under her black skirt lined with more white lace at the trim. As she bent over to pick up the clothes, her skirt crept up her legs until the curves of her ass were revealed. Again, she pauses, turns her head toward me, and as our gazes meet she smiles coyly and continued bending downward; her skirt now raised in a way as to leave nothing to the imagination, especially with her crotch-less black panties exposing her darker inner lips. She wiggled her hips as if to say, “Look here!” but I was already enamored.
I could feel the sheets that I was lying under begin to rise, but instead of hiding my coming erection, I threw off the cool fabric instead leaving me completely exposed to her. My every heartbeat had caused my cock to grow harder until it was begging for her attention. Her eyes left mine and met my cock before returning to my eyes and shooting me one of the most wicked smiles I had ever seen. She widened her stance and bought her hands back behind her, pulling her lips open. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and gave it a few quick strokes before holding it in place as I imagined fucking her. I felt the pulse In my cock causing it to throb into my hand. She licked her lips before biting down on her lower lip then turned around and walked toward me. Her hips swished back and forth as she approached the bed causing the fabric of her uniform to sway in its counter dance. She slid up the bed and placed her elbows on her bed before resting her chin on her palms.
“Can I see you cum?” she says with a thick accent that I couldn’t place its origin.
I smile and answer, “I thought you were supposed to be cleaning my room.”
“But, I think this will be for fun,” she says with a giggle. “And when you finish, I’ll clean you instead.”
I swallowed and brought my grip towards the top of my shaft just under my head and started pumping my cock. The bend of my thumb barely passed the head while my index finger gripped at the frenulum lifted over the tip as the skin of my cock lifted and fell. Her eyes were locked on me, rarely blinking and I could almost feel the sensation of her stare. I looked deep into the shadow of her cleavage and watched her tits move as I shook the bed with my rapid movements. My eyes closed as I inhaled the scent of her perfume. Sweet, flowery, maybe peony? I flinched at the unexpected feeling of something running over my cock, but when I opened my eyes, she was in the same position, inches from my cock but slowly removing one of her fingers from her mouth. My cock head glistened as my index finger collected a little precum, coating the surface and making my hand glide over it with less friction.
“You taste sweet,” the woman says and I quickly realize she had gathered some with her finger when I couldn’t see.
My balls tightened and I released my grip. A stream of moisture ran down my cock, coating the length and down onto my tightened balls. I relaxed while repositioning my hands. My left hand pulled the skin of my cock taut as my right hand loosely gripped over my shaft as precum added little resistance as it slid over me.
“Yes, cum for me,” she said in a tone almost like begging.
I bent my legs and placed my feet on the bed as I pushed and bucked my hips into my hand. My cock tightened and my head swelled in defiance as I reached the edge as if it could stop my climax, but I had already decided to let myself go. My pelvis thrust upward with my every ejaculation. I could feel my thick, warm cum raining down onto my chest and neck. I was too focused on my display to realize that her right hand was positioned between her legs and she let out a slight moan. Her breasts shivering as she had also come. I watched her bring her glistening finger up and into my mouth as I cleaned the cum from her. She shifted her body between my legs and ran her tongue slowly up the length of my body. I watched as she slurped my cum up before swallowing, then continued upward gathering more and swallowing it down. As she licked my neck, causing goosebumps over me, there was a knock on the door. We both jumped and saw a note pushed under the gap in the door. She quickly got up from the bed, grabbed the paper, and handed it to me.
Room 102 – 6:30 am.
I look at the clock, 6:21. Damn, I need to get a move on. I got up off the bed and took a quick shower, got dressed, and saw that she had already left with the pile of clothes. I rushed downstairs and took a glance toward the desk to see no one there. Slightly disappointed, walk around to the back of the stairs and knock at room 102.
“Come in!” says a familiar voice.
I slowly open the door revealing a white room, with lights and cameras all around. It didn’t take long to realize that the room had turned into a porn set. My heart raced as my nerves took over. A camera was held low and angled up the French Maid’s dress while a second camera was fixed on me. That camera turned toward the woman as she exclaimed with her accent, “Oh, Mr. Devereaux, you’re early!”
With a puzzled look, I think to myself “What the actual fuck?”
The camera turned back toward me as if to expect a response. The room was almost pure white and designed like a living room with a white couch, white rug, and white floors. Her black outfit provides a stark contrast against the clean room. I think for a second before answering. “Sorry Renee, I thought you were already done here.”
She smiled and approached me, the cameras following behind.
“Mrs. Devereaux has gone to the store and should be back in an hour,” she responds.
Still a little confused, but getting the idea, I answer back as I place my hands on her hips, “Well, I guess we have an hour to do this.” I pulled her in close against my body and kissed her deeply. I bring my hands down to her thighs and lifted her as our kiss continued. She let out a moan as her pussy was grinding against my cock as I carried her to the couch. Knowing. Picturing her pussy as I had seen it early from a distance, I knew that her bare pussy was pushing into my crotch, probably leaving a mark against the black fabric.
My mind was racing, “Is this tape coming home with me, are we being streamed live? Will I be able to even perform???”
I lowered her down onto the couch and she lifted her legs over my shoulders. This is the first time I had seen that she has a fleur-de-lis tattoo on her pubis and I began to drool in anticipation of tasting her again. One of the cameras was positioned above her head toward me while the other was off to my side. It traveled with me as I licked my way down her leg. My thumbs spread her open as the tip of my tongue penetrated her opening, dragging up and flicking over her clit. Her body jerked as she let out a yelp of surprise and I repeated the motion. I gripped her thighs as I quickened while I felt her ankles wrap behind my head, bringing me in closer and holding me in place. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked her into my mouth, my tongue flicking over her tip until I began to feel her pulsate. My thumbs separated her once more as I pulled my head away for the camera to take a close-up. We watched her clit twitch the last few times and her pussy snapped in response until her thick white cream began to trickle from her. I slowly licked it up and pulled my tongue away, leaving a stream of her cum dangling from my tongue before bringing it into my mouth and swallowing her just before licking my lips. She tasted even better than before.
I brought her to her feet and spun her around. My right hand undid the silk fabric tied as a belt and let it fall to the floor. I lifted her skirt momentarily as I brought my hands up to the hooks at her back and unfastened them which exposed her back. My fingertips pulled at her shoulders until the dress fell to the floor leaving her standing with her tits exposed and her crotch-less panties, stockings, and garter belt and heels on full display. The cameras panned up and down her body before she bent over the back of the couch. Her pussy looked like it had earlier in the morning. I undo my fly which showed the white traces of her pussy from when I carried her moments ago and pulled my cock out. The camera pointed right at my cock as I walked around the couch behind her. I ran the tip of my cock over her wet slit and she whimpered, “Fuck me Mr. Devereaux, fuck me.”
The camera was now about a foot away from her pussy as I penetrated her. I could feel her pussy pulse around my cock as I pushed into my base. She let out a cry which quickly turned into a moan as I pulled out. Her white cream coated my dick as I started fucking into her, our sounds muffled by the fabric of my pants which now showed evidence of our sex. I undid the button and let my pants fall to the floor. Now, the sounds of our skin on skin created a primal beat along with the soundtrack of her moans.
“Fuck me like that, yes yes yes yes!” she screamed and I was happy to oblige. With one hand at her waist and the other gripping her hair, I pulled her toward me as I pushed in deep, over and over again. “Yes! I love it, Mr. Devereaux, I love it. Just like that! I’m cumming!!”
I pulled her toward me one last time as I thrust deep into her. Her pussy squeezed and milked my cock as I couldn’t hold back any longer and as I began to cum, I heard another voice from behind me.
“What the fuck Jason!”
My muscles tightened with surprise as I unloaded into “Renee”. Confused, I withdrew from her, as a few more jets of cum shot onto her ass. My cum ran from her legs and I heard the voice again.
“I can’t believe you fucked the maid! What the fuck?!?”
“Well, I was uhh, it was….”
“I’ve seen enough, we’re done! I can’t believe you’d fuck her behind my back!” I had never seen this woman before, and somehow I still felt a tinge of guilt. My mind is racing trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. Who is this? This has to be planned, right?
I saw a screen light up with the words “Threesome”.
“If you don’t want me fucking her behind your back, maybe you should get on your back instead!” I return in an accusatory tone. What does that even mean? I ask myself.
“You’re right,” the woman says and walks over to us and takes me and the maid by the hand, and leads us through a door in the back. The cameras followed us as we entered a bedroom. The new woman took me by the hands and spun me around before pushing me onto the bed, cock pointing straight up in the air. She begins to undress as the maid starts pulling off my shirt and kisses my chest.
The lights shone on the new woman’s platinum blonde hair in an almost blinding display making her appear somewhat angelic. Her tits were on the small side, but her nipples were puffy and pronounced with light pink areolas. Her pubic hair was shaved into a V, the color platinum blonde just like her hair. I could feel some of my cum running onto my stomach from its abrupt end earlier.
Both women climbed up to bed to either side of me and they both began to work my cock. Still wet from Renee, their hands were able to glide over me easily. It ached as I began to hardened again. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I felt them pass my cock into their mouths, alternating between sucking, kissing, and fucking their throats. Not wanting to miss the visual stimulation, I raised my head and opened my eyes. My cock glistened as the lights hit the mixture of cum and saliva, a camera positioned between my legs not missing a moment of the action. Their heads bobbed up and down, alternating and stroking with an insatiable hunger in their eyes that begged me to feed them.
I couldn’t, even if I had wanted to. It felt great, but I needed the recovery, so I just accepted it and continued watching The smell of sweat filled the room.
“I don’t think Mr. Devereaux is going to cum.” taunted the maid.
“Well, I’m going to fuck it out of him!” Mrs. Devereaux returned. She lifted herself and stood over my cock, which was pointing directly at her opening.
“Be a dear and guide him into me,” the blonde woman demanded.
The other woman grabbed my cock, holding it upright as the other woman sank onto me. She dropped and began to grind her clit against my pubis. She gyrated in circles drawing me in deeper than I imagined was possible and I pushed up into her. She squeaked in surprise and clinched around me. I could feel her rhythmic pulsation around me then began to fuck me.
The familiar sounds of skin-slapping skin echoed in the room as she’d lifted off and dropped back down onto me.
“Oh my God,” I moaned through clenched teeth.
The blonde smiled and the brunette positioned herself over my face and lowered herself down. My lips and tongue once again greeted her wet pussy. I felt her legs shake at the sides of my face as I began to eat her out.
“That feels so good!” I hear from overhead as the blonde fucks me even faster than before. I felt myself release some precum as a pool of our juices began to form at my base.
“Renee” scooped it up and brought it to her mouth and moaned, “Mmmmm tasty”.
I felt the woman fucking me begin to shake as she moaned loudly.
“I’m Cumming!” she gasped as she sunk onto me. Her pussy begged me to cum, but I couldn’t bring myself over the edge yet. I felt the woman on my face gush.
“Maybe, he can fuck us both?” she asked.
Mrs. Devereaux answered, “Mmmm, yes.”
Both women pulled themselves off me and sat at the edge of the bed. I got up and stood in front of them, taking their pussies in. I was expecting to sidestep between the two of them, similar to how they swapped my cock between them earlier, but this wasn’t the case. Instead, the maid laid down on her stomach, bent at the waist, then the blonde woman did the same on top of her. Their pussies are perfectly stacked for single-stroke swaps. I took my cock in hand and pushed it first into the maid, then with an
exaggerated movement, I pulled out, re-angled, and pushed it back into my wife. Both women moaned in a song of ecstasy as I caught my groove. Almost like muscle memory, I increased my pace, alternating between both women. It was too much, I felt my cock tense and my head swell. My cock twitched inside the blonde, depositing my seed into her before pulling it out and adding my seed to the maid before returning to my wife, back to the maid until my orgasm had completely subsided.
I had completely lost track of the cameras, which I now realize were between my legs pointing upward, the other at my side. My cum ran from the blonde’s pussy, down the maid’s ass, down the pussy, and formed a puddle on the camera. I wonder what that view looked like, hoping to be able to take the video back home for my real wife.
The women with the cameras left the room and the three of us cuddled and ultimately fell asleep, each woman at either side of me, turning side to side to exchange kisses. A few hours later, we parted from the mock bedroom and I went into the living room set. The lights are now turned off. The redhead from reception was on a laptop and looked up at me.
“That was fucking hot,” she said.
“Yea, it was,” I said in return.
“We had a million people watch that live stream, I think you set a record!” she said with excitement.
I wondered if my wife was watching the stream and if so, what she thought of it. It must be strange watching me fuck these women. I mean, I know she KNOWS that I was fucking them, but was it different to watch? I hope it turned her on as much as it did for me.
“Did you watch the whole thing?” I asked.
“I didn’t just watch,” she said with a wink.
It’s hot as hell knowing that someone came to the video. “Hey, do you want to head back to my room?” I said, voice shaking.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have a meeting later this afternoon and I don’t think I’m going to be here much longer.”
“I’m sorry, I wish that weren’t the case.”
“Don’t apologize, it was worth it.” She smiled and said “You’re free for the rest of the afternoon. I hope to see you tomorrow.”
I responded with a choked, “Me too.”
I left the room and headed up to my room. I took my clothes off and jerked myself to sleep imagining what it would have been like for the redhead to have watched.
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