Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.5

[Feeling somewhat better, I decided also to make this last one a two parter, hopefully you all enjoy!]

Slowly pushing it into my mouth and down my throat, his grip on my hair tightened so that I couldn’t look away. I could taste the salty bitterness of his cum along with my pussy juices all over my tongue, and intense concentrate of sex in my mouth that was so overwhelming that it made me want to gag, even worse that it was starting to harden again as I practically did nothing but act as a cleaning hole for his dick.

He thrust it in and back a few times, making me worry he was going to start fucking my mouth, but then just pulled it off and left me there on my knees like I was nothing at all.

I definitely understood that when some people go to hotels, that they don’t see the people that work there as people. This was definitely a thousand times worse; I wasn’t a woman or even a person, I was some hole he used to get off and then like a cum rag, cleaned his dick and left me on the floor for someone else to clean up.

I eventually got up off of the floor, a little dumbfounded about what just happened and walked out the door. I was too in shock to even think the way I looked, my hair a mess, a few drops of cum dripping from the corner of my mouth and still leaking out of my pussy. The hardness of my nipples and the still slight transparency of my damp clothes as I was practically on display for any guest to see as they walked by hoping that they treated me just as invisibly as the stranger who just fucked me and tossed me aside did.

Thankfully as I finished the last few rooms on my list, most guests did exactly that, treated me like I was invisible without even noticing I was there. Which usually irritated me, but at this moment, felt like a miracle, even with one person running into me, not looking up from his phone or even apologizing after he elbowed my shoulder walking by. To be honest, in my job, everyone treats me like I’m invisible, even the people I work with, it was the same in high school, was the same in this job, a wallflower I think is what they used to call it.

It allowed me to clock out unnoticed, but didn’t stop me from needing to go back to that room to get my things, or else there was no way I was getting home and not getting trouble in work with all that evidence they had. I dreaded what was going to come next and that was even after letting a random stranger use me today, which was a first for me. It was so intense and felt so good but afterwards, just made me feel used and a little ashamed.

I clocked out, and headed back to the room and knocked on the door hoping they were there. I could hear them in there and knocked again a little louder, now a little irate that they were making me wait for what was to come. When the door opened, the douche who started this all just stood at the door with a smirk on his face scanning me and making me blush.

“Oh, sorry we don’t need our room made, someone did that already,” the guys’ laughter filled the room from behind.

“You know why I’m here,” I muttered under my voice now nervous that anyone may walk by and overhear or think some dirty thing as to why I was there other than my job.

“What was that?” he stepped closer, his height and confidence drawing out some fear in my chest.

“You know why I’m here, I need my things back,” I felt like a little girl talking to an adult, what little confidence and anger I had was quickly being crushed.

“Is that really how you talk to a customer?” he looked around and back into the room before looking back at me again, “I think that’s going to cost you.”

“What? I don’t have anything, you have all of my things, what do you want from me?!?!”

He held out his hand and I didn’t think he was serious, “all of it, or else we’ll hand over your stuff to the front desk with all the video and pictures too.”

My arms went over my chest and a hand went down to cover between my legs even before I stripped, I felt incredibly naked all of a sudden and even though this uniform was doing practically nothing as it was, I would have gladly kept it instead of being naked in a hotel hallway.

“Fine,” I knew speed was going to be my ally as I removed the shirt quickly, hearing a little tear as I did and pulling the pants down too, ripping the shoes and socks off in the process and shoving them into his chest as my last act of defiance.

I stood there naked and when I tried to walk in, he didn’t get out of the way and just smiled as he watched me.

“Please, I paid your price, please just let me in, someone will see,” I was getting really nervous now, every sound from around me made me think I was going to be fully exposed and that was going to be the end of everything.

“Sir,” he looked at me, his gaze was stern.

“What?”

“You will call me Sir from now on or else you’ll get nothing.”

“Yes Sir, may I please come in now Sir, before anyone sees me Sir,” I was now scared and angry.

“Ask nicer,” he tossed my stuff into the room, far away from sight and each.

“Please Sir, may I come in,” I faked the best nice I could, as if this wall perfectly normal.

“Sluttier”

“Oh, please Sir, may I come in,” I was not good at sultry or teasing, I felt like an idiot as I said it.

“Sluttier, show off those tits, make me want to fuck you.”

I blushed and cupped my breasts and looked up at him, “Oh, please Sir, may I come in,” I groped them and held them up as if I was offering them to him.

“Beg me.”

“Please Sir,” my right hand moved down to my pussy, spreading my lips and my left pinching my nipple, “please let me in Sir, please let me in the room.”

“Ok that’s good,” a voice came from behind him and I saw the phone from under his left arm, they were recording me.

I covered myself, now incredibly embarrassed and with a laugh he moved aside and I quickly walked in, blushing from head to toe.

“If you can’t handle that, the rest of the night is going to get much harder.”