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By Georgia (gbbx@gtm.com) (c) 1997

I was a maid in a large motel chain. It help to pay my tuition at Arizona State University. I had been with the company for a couple of years, and it didn't pay well at all. They expected that their maids would make a lot in tips, which I did. Still, it was a dirty, gonowhere kind of job. At 22, working as a maid wasn't my big thrill in life.
I sometimes had to do emergency calls --people would have a party in their room and make a mess that needed to be cleaned up, or someone would need extra towels literally, all kinds of problems arose.
I got a really dumb emergency call one night. Room 471 needed towels. Ha, I thought, I bet they did. I grabbed the fresh linen cart and began wheeling it toward the elevator, standing there tapping my foot while I waited for the slow employee's elevator to reach the fourth floor.
I rapped gently on the door of 471. There was no answer. I knocked harder, but there was still no answer. I took my master key and inserted it. They had probably stepped out for a moment, I thought.
The instant I entered the room, I realized that there was someone in the shower. I started to leave the towels on the bed, but as I opened the door to leave, I heard a man's voice.
"In here," I heard.
I turned. There was a man standing in the doorway to the bathroom. I could see his head and his shoulders.
"Your towel is on the bed, sir," I said.
To my surprise, he stepped out from behind the door. He was naked. I averted my eyes as quickly as I could, but not before I got a good look at a rather large cock nestled in a huge triangle of pubic hair. He wasn't circumcised, and his balls were big and fat, as they dripped water onto the floor.
"Can you bring me the towel?" he asked with a smile.
My face was hot. I'm not virgin, and I like a naked male body as well as the next college girl, but this guy was old enough to me my dad. And for just that reason I was turned on by what I had seen.
I picked up the towel from the bed and took a few steps toward him. He disappeared, and I heard the shower stall open and close. He was back in the shower.
I stepped into the bathroom and put the towel on the rack. I could see his naked form behind the frosted glass of the shower door.
Then, the water stopped, and the shower stall popped open, and the naked man stood right there, in front of me. This time, his cock didn't hanging. It was sticking out at me. I couldn't pull my eyes away from it. He was just a few feet away from me.
As I stood and stared at it, it began to grow. He used some kind of muscle control to make it jump up and down at the same time.
"It feels happy," he said. "It must like you."
I swallowed. Then, I smiled up at him.
"Will you dry me off?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. I took the towel from the rack and pressed it against his muscular, hairy chest. He turned around, and I dried his back, moving the towel all the way down to his buttocks. They were two tight, round globes of muscle, peppered with black hairs. Then, he turned around and faced me again.
I dried his stomach, and my arm touched his cock while I was doing one of his thighs. The head was peeking out of the fleshy foreskin. It was a dark red color, and there was already a drop of sticky pre-cum on the tip of it.
I got on my knees on the bathroom floor to dry his legs and feet.
Standing there in front of me, those big hairy balls shoved right in my face, he suddenly moved his hips forward. I opened my mouth and let him move closer. His balls fell into my mouth. I wanted it. Even weeks later I couldn't figure out why I'd let that old guy do it to me, but at the time I wanted to be his slut, I just wanted to give myself to him. It was strange.
There was a manly but clean taste about the meaty skin of his nuts. I moved up to that fat cock sticking up in the air, and wrapped my mouth around it. I had to open my mouth nearly as wide as it would go to get it all in. I began moving up and down on it, kneading his balls with my fingers. I have had plenty of experience doing this for guys my own age, but it was different with him for some reason. I felt him shudder and heard him moan.
"Oh, God, I can't stand that, I'm gonna cum too soon."
I pulled my mouth away. I looked up at him. I moved my hands to his big, fat balls, and began massaging them. The skin of his balls was tight, flecked with copious black hairs. I ran my fingers all around his testicles, feeling the big orbs just beneath the skin. I moved my tongue to his balls, running my tongue over the velvety smooth skin. I stroked his fat cock gently with one hand as I massaged his balls. I wanted to make him cum.
He shoved his cock back into my mouth, his balls hitting my chin. Then, he filled the back of my throat with his hot come. His balls tightened in my hand, and he shot an enormous load. I tried to swallow, but the stuff dripped down my chin and along the vein-filled shaft of his cock. It fell down into his pubic hair and slowly dripped down his balls.
After he'd shot his load, he pulled out of my mouth and stood there in front of me, his hard cock dripping with the cream from his large hanging nuts.
He didn't say a word. He simply reached down and lifted me up, then reached under my skirt. He pulled my panties off, kneeling down in front of me and shoved his face between my legs. I could feel his warm, wet tongue on my inner thighs, flicking in and out, here and there.
I was in another world. I felt his warm hot mouth on my pussy lips, and I began to gyrate my hips as the man licked up and down. I knew that he liked my body, hell all the guys did. He kept looking at my legs as if he wanted to eat them or something.
I felt his hands reach around to undo my bra. He fumbled with it for about a minute, then gave up.
We both sat on the bathroom floor, out bodies intertwining, and slowly, my clothes wound up as a pile on the floor.
He reached up with one hand, gently touching a nipple, as if afraid that I would stop him. With the other hand, he reached behind me and pulled me toward him, then moved my legs farther apart.
He stood, and reached down and pulled me up to him. Then, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down, and stood there looking at my body.
I knew what was going to happen, I'd seen that look in much younger men's eyes before. I just wished that I had a condom, but who would have figured?
"Lovely," he said, looking at my wet pussy. "It's lovely, like candy." He climbed onto the bed beside me. He moved his head down, and with my legs spread wide, he inserted his tongue into my wet pussy-slit, sending inexplicable shivers of delight through my body.
His hands continued working on my tits, too, as he squeezed first one nipple very gently, then the other. As his tongue made contact with my clit, I felt spasms building up within me. God, now I know why other girls say that they liked older guy better. "I'm going to cum," I said.
I did. Spasm after spasm racked my body as I came. I thrust my groin toward him, making fucking motions with my hips as I came. At last, he removed his tongue. He looked into my eyes. He sighed deeply. Then he swallowed. With a smile, he said, "I guess I got carried away."
"I guess I did, too," I said.
I sat up and then swung my feet over the side of the bed. I went into the bathroom and began getting dressed.
"My name's Bill," I heard him say from the bathroom.
"I'm Gina," I said from the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, making sure my makeup wasn't too messed up, and straightened my clothes.
"What time are you off?" he asked me.
"Another three hours."
"Can you come back? We can go to dinner."
I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at this naked, hairy, handsome man on the bed. A man old enough to be my father.
"You bet, Bill!" I said, whistling all the way down to the laundry room.