Vegas Maid: Clean Room, Filthy Mind

I knew hospitality like the back of my hand. Sure, the people could be testing and working as a hotel maid was a peaceful role. Just me, my own music and taking my time. It beat bar work and being a waitress. Plus, working in Las Vegas, I got to enjoy all kinds of tourists.

I mostly worked with older ladies and very few men. Many were lovely and endless fun. They were of the generation who'd ask me why I wasn't married. I didn't want to outright say that I enjoyed hooking up with men casually, as they'd judge me, but instead, I brushed it off and said I was looking for Mr. Right.

After around 5 months on the job, I found him.

Ed came to stay at our hotel with two of his friends. I walked into the room to him standing there in his swim shorts, ready to hit the pool. He was polite, respectful, and thanked me for the job I was doing. For some reason, that I fully kick myself for, I responded, "no problem, at your service!"

Ashleigh -- you fucking idiot! Sure, it's a 5* hotel, but why on earth did you...?

Oh, never mind. I was flustered, I'll admit it. As the days went on, I knew he likely wouldn't be here for much longer. I'd heard jokes from two of the other, much older ladies I worked with. We all agreed Ed was handsome and had something about him.

Fun felt absent from the mundane in my life. I was craving a passionate man and everything he had to offer. Ed seemingly fit the bill and I could tell that he was there to let loose and I saw no ring. As I was cleaning his room, he came in. I heard him ask if anybody was in here. I had my earphones in, which wasn't really allowed, and I was bent over, cleaning underneath the sinks in the bathroom.

Fuck it, why not stay there? On one hand, I was unattractive, cleaning the floor, but in another perspective, I was on my knees, bent over, with my peachy ass on show. Ed came into the bathroom and apologised, saying he didn't know I was here. I looked around, smiling, saying it was no problem. I clocked him checking out my ass -- a big win.

As Ed sat on the bed, he asked if I'd like him to head out while I made up the room. I told him it wasn't necessary, and I froze a little in his presence. He made some small talk and even asked me how long I'd worked here. When asked, I informed Ed that I'd worked a few jobs in hospitality. We generally weren't allowed to share information about ourselves or even ask guests, so I was breaking the rules.

Ed asked me if I missed my older jobs. I said I could see the best and worst sides of people, especially with some of the 'darker' things I'd done. His intrigue was there and as he sat on the bed with a coke, he asked more. I laughed and said that working in a strip club for a year as a dancer was nothing like my job now.

He nearly spat his drink out. I saw Ed's eyes light up. He remained respectful, but amusingly, Ed was now the one a little flustered. I joked that a guy had seen me here working, remembering me from the strip joint, and had offered me $150 for a personal dance. I was laying the lustful foundations here.

It worked. Ed's mind was ticking over. He asked what I missed most about the strip club, and I said the thrill of pleasuring a guy, whereas now, I make somebody simply happy by cleaning their hotel room, and that we all need a good thrill sometimes. Suddenly, he joked that $150 was a little cheap, and that $300 was more appropriate.

I smiled. I locked eyes with Ed and said that $300 for a strip tease is a little much, but $300 for a full strip show and personal dance, with no rules, is more fitting. The sexual tension had developed, and he touched my hand, telling me I was the hottest maid he'd ever seen and that he wanted to go home with an incredible memory of Vegas.

"Or, I could just strip for you for free." I said confidently. I may be supressed in this job, but I'm not stupid. I know when to pounce on a guy.

Seconds later, I went outside, putting a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. I walked over to the bed, where Ed was sitting up, and I went into full slut mode. I revived the stripping techniques I'd previously perfected, although admittedly, left behind. I removed my outfit, exposing my perky C-cup breasts and my peachy, squatter's ass.

"Get it out. Start playing. This isn't a strip club. You have my full permission, Ed." I instructed.

I turned around, bent over, peeling down my leopard print thong. Ed loved everything he saw and his slow masturbating was combined with various moans and compliments delivered my way. I propped myself up onto the bed, mounting him, kissing Ed passionately.

My pussy was gushing wet, craving what he had to offer, which by the way, was a beautifully shaped cock. I'd predict around 7 long, mouth-watering inches.

I jerked him off slowly, then using my mouth to provide pleasure that he'd craved his whole trip. Ed asked me to mount him properly, so I did. I wanted to make him happy. It was like a porn scene, but instead, real life. And I fucking loved every moment. My saturated pussy lips gripped his meaty cock and I moaned softly, covering my mouth.

I proceeded to ride Ed. I bounced my ass on his cock, with him now sitting at the end of the bed, and me having my feet on the floor. I stood up, bending over ever so slightly and I reached back to spread my cheeks. Pure heaven. Honestly, I fucking needed it. Sexual frustration was high. I was single and going without, as was he.

"This will have to be a real quickie, k? I can't let work find out. We have a schedule." I said in between breathing and enjoying the euphoria of every one of his inches filling my pussy.

We picked up the pace and I knew I had Ed close. He confessed he hadn't cum in several days. I knew he'd provide me with a huge load, which I had to be careful of where I took. My uniform was on the hotel room floor. I couldn't get it dirty. As I continued to ride, now getting a little more aggressive and hearing the thud of my cheeks being clapped, I had to finish him.

"On the floor, on the floor." I told Ed.

As Ed started to cum, he stood up and I instinctively jerked him off with my petite hand. His cumshot was HUGE, hitting the mirror on the wall, parts of it glazing the marble floor. It's fine, I knew I could clean it very shortly.

I giggled, realising that I'd fulfilled Ed's fantasy and equally my own. I hoped nobody had heard me. I didn't value the job as much as you'd think, so even if so, fuck it. I just didn't want to get fired in that way, you know? That'd be majorly embarrassing.

As Ed got his clothes on and I re-dressed, we agreed it's our little secret. I hoped to see him again one day if he were to come and stay with us in the future. As I looked at the mirror, joking I now had extra work to do, I moved over to it and licked a little off of it.

"You think a slutty hotel maid doesn't know how to clean up, Ed?" I winked.