Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.4

His smile made me almost melt inside, which his face was the one thing I was trying to focus on because if I had looked anywhere lower, I probably would have done something I would have regretted. The bathroom was still humid from the hot water, and the mirror was all fogged up. There was really no reason to do the shower since it was all still wet, but I cleaned the toilet and pointed the paper.

I couldn’t even replace the towels since he was using them and went to check out the sink to reset the glasses when I felt a bump from behind.

“Let’s be honest, I think we both know exactly what you need,” his voice was confident and firm.

He gripped my hips as I was bent over the counter and pulled them back towards him. I could feel the towel padding between me and his obviously hard cock. I couldn’t help but mindlessly rub my ass into it until I felt the towel undo and slip to the floor, now only my cheap uniform pants between us.

“Look at that, now it looks like we both have nothing to hide.”

I was confused when he said that, I was still clothed, I mean rather scantly, but still, “I think you’re the only one not hiding anymore, Sir.”

“Oh, is that what you really think,” as he took the towel still around his neck and cleared the mirror.

I looked at my reflection in shock, not just because of the redness in my face, flushed with arousal, but the practically transparent top that was staring at me, filled with moisture from the humid shower, the same for my pants as well. I may as well have been naked and to him, without underwear, such tight clothing and now this, I must have looked like the hotel slut.

He reached around and undid my pants, zipper flowing as freely as his confidence and with a slight tug past my ass, the only thing holding them up, they puddled at my feet. He didn’t even bother letting me step out of them before rubbing the tip of his cock along my slit. I was wet, drenched practically, not just from him, but everything till now and he knew it as he slid inside of me.

I never got to see it, but I knew that it was long, thick and hard from the feeling so spread and full. Even longer when I finally felt his stomach press up against me and that the pleasure borderline on pain from his length. He pulled out all the way to the tip and plunged back into me.

“Mmmph!” moans escaped my lips, sounds I never heard myself make before echoing off the tiles.

Then without mercy he pulled halfway out and plunged back into me, over and over again, pounding my insides like he was tenderizing me from the inside out.

“You’re so tight for a little slut,” his fingers dug into my hips, his words striking at my heart.

I wasn’t a slut, this was all just a misunderstanding, it wasn’t my fault, but I did nothing to stop him from taking me, from fucking me. His hands reached down and pulled my shirt up exposing my bare breasts, his hands now gripping and groping them, pulling and pinching my nipples. My breasts weren’t huge but were definitely a handful at the least.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he whispered in my ear, and my eyes shot open, I wasn’t on birth control or anything so that wasn’t going to be good if he did.

“Please…please..please,” it was hard to talk with him slamming into me, with each thrust I felt like the wind was being knocked out of me.

“What was that princess?”

“Don’t…don’t…don’t,” my brain was growing foggy, it was hard to think as I felt my own orgasm starting to grow after a day of nothing but teasing.

“Stop…stop…stop.”

“Please don’t stop?” he put them together, I didn’t even think of what I was saying or how it could have been turned around on me.

“Uh, mmm, uh,” I was getting closer and I could feel him growing even more ferocious with his thrusts that I couldn’t even speak to correct him.

I felt him throb and pulse inside of me and with a last hard thrust he erupted deep in my pussy, the fear, the panic, the warmth was so overwhelming that I came as he did, my legs giving out and my top half now leaning on the counter as his cock pinned me forward.

There was a sudden knock at the door, “housekeeping!”

I quickly pulled up my pants and pulled down my shirt, my legs were still wobbly but the adrenaline was now helping me walk. He shoved me out of the bathroom and closed the door just as I heard the lock disengage and my supervisor walked into the room. I crossed my arms over my chest, worried that it was still see through and she looked up at me surprised.

“I was looking for you,” was all that she managed to say.

“I’m sorry, I was just finishing up this room and getting to the next one.”

“You did everything? Even the bathroom,” she looked around, raised eyebrow like I was lying.

“Yes ma’am, although the guest is in the bathroom right now,” I was nervous, nervous for so many reasons, worrying that I was still practically naked, that a random stranger who had just fucked me was in the bathroom and even worse, I could feel his cum leaking out of me as we spoke.

I could feel it running down the inside of my thighs and my legs were starting to wobble.

“Ok, just head to the next room, you’re running behind,” she said as she reached for the door, walked out and closed it behind her.

I dropped to the floor, my legs were non-existent, the bathroom door opening and the man walking out, even not hard his cock was rather impressive and intimidating. He walked up to me with a smile on his face, bent down with his hand behind my head and gripped the back of my hair with one hand his cock with the other and with a gasp he shoved it into my mouth.

“You didn’t finish cleaning this.”