35 comments/ 255734 views/ 40 favorites Motel Maid By: gentle_man To tell you the truth, she wasn’t much to look at. But then, neither am I. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t scream and run away ugly, she just wasn’t the kind you would look at twice. Or even once. That’s the way it is with motel maids, few actually look at them. I was stuck in a motel in South Carolina after my car broke down on the Interstate. BMW parts for older models are scarce and expensive, and I had to wait while the part came in from some place far away. Probably Tibet. It was hot and humid, being the middle of August, but fortunately I didn’t have any other place I had to be. And I really like my car. On the plus side, it was a pretty nice motel. It was not the kind where all the rooms are off a long, indoor corridor, or an outside entrance where all the rooms are lined up like books on a shelf. This motel was more like condominiums, with separate buildings, each having four units each, two downstairs and two upstairs. As with good motels, they offer a full, hot breakfast. There are some nice restaurants near by for other meals. They have an exercise room and a five stroke pool. A five stroke pool is one where I can go from one end to the other in five swim strokes. That’s fairly big because I’m a strong swimmer. I need to exercise because without it I would get huge. I enjoy eating too much and I have to burn off the calories as often as I can. Back to the story. The first time I saw her she was coming out of the office building as I came in to register. She was wearing a black dress and tying on a white apron. I smiled and said hello. She looked surprised, but she said hello back. “Excuse me, miss,” I said, “is this a nice place to stay?” “Yes sah, dis is a real nice place.” “Are there rooms with kitchenettes?” “Yes sah, dar is some real nice rooms.” “And is there high speed internet?” My computer is my office. I can work from anywhere as long as I have at least a DSL line. “Oh yas sah,” she said with a grin, “we gots all dat stuff.” “Thank you. You’ve been very helpful. What’s your name? I would like to commend you to the manager.” “Tank, yo, sah. Yo don’ havta do dat, sah.” “I insist.” “Ma name’s Milly, sah” All I remember seeing was a middle aged black woman, somewhat full figured. I went in and rented an efficiency. While I was filling out the paperwork, I filled out a commendation for Milly. I handed my Visa card, my registration paper and the commendation to the desk attendant, a young girl (young being, maybe early twenties) with a name tag that said “Jennifer“ on it. Perhaps I should say, young woman, but to me, early twenties means she is still a girl. “You’re in room 511, Mr. Thompson. It’s the building just on the other side of the pool. Parking is in the back. Have a nice stay.” “Thompson is my first name. Please be sure the manager gets that recommendation,” I said as I put my Visa card back into my wallet and put the magnetic key into my shirt pocket. “The owner is the manager, sir,” Jennifer said pointing to a sign that stated - This Inn is proudly owned and operated by Miss M. Washington. The next time I saw Milly she was cleaning my room. I was coming back from the exercise room, hot and sweaty. It was only 9:30 and I didn’t expect the staff until after noon. The cart was outside the room, but the door was closed, so I thought she either hadn’t started or was finished. The magnetic card easily opened the door and as I entered I saw her bent over the bed. She straightened up, startled, as was I. “Oh,” I said, “ thought you were done. Will you be much longer?” “Only ‘bout ten minits, sah,” she said. “Okay, I’ll come back.” As I grabbed my book I noticed that I hadn’t left her a tip. I dropped a five dollar bill on the desk and left. Every day after that I was sure to leave a five dollar tip. I sat by the pool for fifteen or twenty minutes reading my book. I did not think about her. Two days later I was in the guest laundry folding my clothes. Whoever had used the dryer before me hadn’t taken everything because I found a pair of size six maroon bikini panties in my dried clothes. I was holding them up, thinking lustful thoughts about their owner when the maid walked by. “I don’ know, sah,” she said with a chuckle, “dem don’ look like yo’ size.” “Of course not, they’re much too small,” I joked back. “I need a much larger size. These are so tiny they must have shrunk in the dryer.” “I’ll git yo’ a largah size, if yo’ want, sah. I got some in mah room.” “Only if you’re in them,” I said, then I got embarrassed. The joke had gone on long enough and I didn‘t need t be charged with sexual harassment. “I’ll just leave them here for whoever lost them.” I gathered up my folded clothes and went back to my room. I heard Milly chuckling as I walked away. At this point I had noticed she had a fair sized bosom that matched her rear. She was not hideously ugly, but then, she was no Hally Berry either. Her mouth was large and thick lipped, she was missing one tooth, and her nose was wide. She combed her hair straight back so that it ended in an uneven fringe behind her head. She was about three or four inches shorter than me. Her skin was the black of someone who had nothing but African ancestors. Things got a lot more interesting the next day. I came back from the exercise room, again sweaty and tired from a long run on the treadmill. The room was made up, cleaned with the bed made, new soap on the sink, and clean towels. All I wanted to do was wash the sweat away and relax. My wet clothes were thrown into the corner and I was in the shower in short order. I washed off under hot water, then cooled off under a shower as cold as I could stand it, letting it run over my head until I had cooled down. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying off. Unknown to me, or her for that matter, she had come into the room to restock the tissues and the toilet paper just at the moment I turned off the shower, so that neither of us knew the other was there. I didn’t hear her walking around because the room was carpeted and I was drying my hair with a towel and the exhaust fan was running. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom just as I was taking the towel off my head and she was walking around the corner into the bedroom. Without my glasses on all I saw was a black shape coming at me where no black shape should be. Or any other color or shape for that matter. “YEEEAAAH!” she screamed, and threw the toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into the air. “YEEEAAAH!” I screamed, and dropped my towel. We stood, staring at each other, me wet and naked, she wide eyed and as pale as she could be considering her skin tone. My knees were shaky and my heart rate was at least 200 bpm. Way over my maximum. She gathered herself together and looked at me, with her eyes amazingly wide. “Oh my Gawed, sah, ah’m so sorry, sah. Ah din’ know yo’ was here, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Is yo’ alright, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Oh my Laud, sah, Ah’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just surprised me. No harm done.” “Oh, sah, please don’ tells on me, please, sah. I need dis job, sah. I’ll git fired if y’all tells on me, sah.” “Okay, it’s okay,” I said as my heart rate started to return to normal. “I won’t tell on you. Just please try not to surprise me like that again.” “Ah won’, sah. Ah promise ah won’, sah. Ah’ll be real careful, sah. Ah promise.” All the time we were talking, her eyes were down cast but flicking up and down, looking at the naked white guy standing in front of her. Finally her eyes settled on my privates. I have to admit, she could not have been all that impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized. So what she said next really stunned me. “Sah, would it be a’right if ah looked at ya’ll? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah seed no white man b’fo’ an’ ah jus’ wanna see what it look like, sah. Please, sah?” I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to what? “You want to what?” I said. “Can ah look at yo’, sah, please. Ah ain‘t nevah seed no white man nekid b‘fo’.” “Well, okay,” I said, “at this point you might as well. I no longer have anything to hide. Go ahead and look all you want.” I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, giving her all the illumination she could possibly need to see everything there was to see. As I thought about it latter, I was actually rather flattered. I am no Adonis, and quite frankly, women rarely look my way. She walked around me, looking intently at my butt, my chest, my back, and of course, my penis . Even at my face, which brought a smile to my face and to hers. “Sah, would it be okay if ah tetched yo’, sah? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah tetched no white man neither.” At that point, why not? “Go ahead,” I said. Tentatively she reached out and touched my chest and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Then she moved to my shoulder and around to my back. She moved her hand down my back, over my love handles, and gently over my ass. She walked around to the front and after some hesitation, slid her hand over my hip and onto my dick. She wrapped her hand around me and lifted. There is no way she could have been impressed, but she did look fascinated. “Ah nevah seed a white one b’fo’ or one dat din’ have da skin on da end, sah.” At least I knew I would always be her first something. As she held my penis with one hand, she reached in with her other hand and lifted my balls. The average man, at this point, would be growing hard. Not me. I was still wet and standing in an air conditioned room. My goose bumps were getting goose bumps. With a sigh, she released me, said, “Tank yo’, sah,” turned and left. I realized I was still wet and cold. I picked up the towel and finished what I had been doing, slightly dazed at what had just happened. It felt good to have been looked at so intently. Still, I doubted very much it would come to anything. A call came later that day, letting me know the part for my car was coming the next day and my car would be ready the day after. I could soon be on my way. It was too hot and humid to do much of anything. There were restaurants nearby, as I said before, but other than that, the only other things were car dealerships and office buildings. It was even too hot to swim. I was not in the mood to explore, so the only thing for me to do was to sit in my room and try to be interested in old movies in the TV. There is only so much work I could do. I was bored. My mind drifted back to the incident with the maid. The more I thought about it, the more flattered I was. It felt good to be touched, even if it was analytically, and I started to feel some stirrings down below. Funny how the attention of just about any woman will do that to a man. I started getting ideas. Nothing wild and crazy, mind you, just ideas. The next day I ate a small breakfast and exercised early. When I went back to my room I was hoping to get there shortly after she did. That’s what happened. I had left all the lights on so that the room was well illuminated. As I entered I saw her straightening up from the TV set which she had apparently just turned on. Most motel maids turn on the TV in each room as they’re cleaning. It’s harmless and it keeps them entertained. “Oh, sah,” she said, “does yo wan’ me to come bac’ late’ah, sah? Ah will, sah, it ain’t no problem a’tall, sah.” “No. No,” I said. “I want you to clean the room now. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t get in any trouble because of what happened yesterday.” “Oh no, sah, ain’t no body say nutin’ to me, sah. Ah ain’t in no trouble, sah.” “Well good,” I said, “I’m glad to hear that. But I’ve been thinking. I just don’t think it’s fair.” “Wuz not fair, sah?” “You got to see me naked, but I haven’t seen you naked. That just doesn’t seem fair to me.” She looked shocked at first, then she started laughing. “HeHeHe, sah. Why would ya’ll wanna sees a fat, ugly ol’ black woman fo’? Hehehe.” “I do not think you are fat. I do not think you are old. And I do not think you are ugly. But just like you had never seen a white man naked before yesterday, I have never seen a black woman naked before. At least, not a live one. I’ve seen pictures. I think it would be fair of you to let me see you without your clothes.” “Hehehe! Oh, sah! Ah would git in lottsa trouble if ah done dat, sah. Hehehe. Yo’ don’ wan’ me ta git fired, do yo’, sah?” “Who’s going to know? You and I are the only ones who have a key, and we’re here. No one can walk in and as God is my witness, I will not tell anyone.” “Hehehe. Oh, sah. Ah guess it’ll be a’right. It do seem only fair.” YES! She was wearing a black cotton maid’s uniform dress that buttoned from the neck to the hem below her knees. She started unbuttoning at her neck, looking down as she did so. The skin of her cheeks turned as red as her ebony skin would allow. After each button she would let out a little “Hehehe.” Four buttons were undone to the middle of her chest. Four more to her waist and the top started to gap open, reveling a large black brassiere that covered all of her breasts. More buttons and now she had to hunch forward to reach the next one. She pulled up on the dress to reach the last few. When she stood up straight the dress gaped opened and I could see her black cotton granny panties. She flipped the top back so it slipped off her shoulders, slid off her arms, and fell to the floor in a ring around her feet. She still had not looked me in the eye, but she had stopped giggling. “Now the bra,” I said, “please.” Now she looked at me and smiled. “No one evah ax me please b’fo’.” I watched the bra come undone as one, two, three, wow four snaps let loose and her tits sagged down. Still smiling, she reached to her shoulders, flipped the straps down and pulled the cups off her breasts. I have to tell you at this point that I am not a big tit man. I truly don’t care what size a woman’s tits are. From A cups to D cups, it doesn’t matter to me. Of course, all of them are wonderful in their own way. This woman’s tits were far and away the largest I had ever seen. They sagged, of course. Gravity must win on breasts that size. As dark as they were, her areola were even darker, totally black with, I swear, nipples as round as my thumb. All I could do was stare, mesmerized. She giggled again, toed off her shoes and then pushed her panties off. As I took in her entirety, I saw that her stomach, while sticking out a bit, did not sag down. Her waist was thick and her butt was, well, pretty good sized, but it didn‘t sag either. Her pubic hair was, naturally, black and very thick, but her thighs pressed together so I couldn’t see her sex. She looked very much like an ebony statue of Venus found in ancient civilizations. Like I said, I was mesmerized. “Ah has ta gits ta work, sah.” “Sure. Yeah, sure, I’ll just watch.” She slipped back into her shoes and started to strip the bed. Her tits and ass jiggled delightfully as she moved back and forth making the bed. When she was done there, she cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the floor, gathered the trash and placed it by the door. Her movements were a model of efficiency. And all the time she wiggled her ass and shook her tits at me. I even saw a hint of pink at her nether region as she bent over to wash the toilet and to pick up the trash and the dirty towels I had thoughtlessly thrown on the bathroom floor. Through all this my appreciation showed as my gym shorts bulged in the front. When she came back to where I was standing she stood in front of me proudly, with her shoulders back and looked me in the eye. “Do y’all wan’ me ta do anything’ else, sah?” “No,” I said. “That was great. Thanks.” “Okay den, sah. Ah just be gittin’ ma tings on an’ be goin’” She toed off her shoes again, stepped into her panties and pulled them up. The bra was next, covering those magnificent breasts. Instead of stepping into her dress, she picked it up and pulled it down over her head, then buttoned it up from the bottom. Without a word she slipped into her shoes, turned and walked to the door, picked up the trash bag and went out. It must have lasted at least fifteen to twenty minutes, but it seemed to have gone by as quickly as it took to read about it. I came to my senses when the door closed. “Hey, wait,” I yelled as I rushed out. “Did ah fo’gits somthin’, sah?” she asked. “Uh,” I said eloquently. “Yeah, yeah. Umm, I need more soap. And, uh, more towels.” “All righty, sah, ah jus’ give em’ to ya now, sah.” “Uh, no, no! Bring them to me later. When do you get off?” “Well, sah, ah gotta work inna office till eight tonight.” “Great. Perfect. Bring those thing then. I’ll still be up.” “Oh, ah don’ know, sah. Ah could be in lottsa trouble if ah don’ dat, sah” “Umm. Look, it’s still not fair. I let you touch me all over and for as long as you wanted and I didn’t get to touch you at all. You should come back and give me a chance.” I know that was lame and desperate sounding, but I didn’t have any time for finesse. But it worked! “Well, okay, sah. Ah sup’pose ah could bring y’all some soap and towels den, sah. But ah gotta be goin’ now, sah.” I’m glad they didn’t charge me extra for how long that day seemed to last. The only other thing of note that happened that day was the garage called me to let me know that the part had arrived that morning and my car would be ready by ten o’clock the next morning. Sometimes things just come together. Stupid as this might sound now, I actually thought about what I should wear while I was touching a naked black woman. I decided to wear a terry cloth robe just in case she decided to chicken out and send someone else with the soap and towels. Of course I wore only the robe, just in case things went very well. Just in case you’re dying of suspense, things did go very well! By eight I was ready. I stood in the bathroom doorway, with the bathroom light off and watched the room door in a small mirror I had placed on the side table. At 8:15 there was a soft knocking on the door. Several seconds latter there was a louder knocking on the door. I said nothing. I waited. After twenty or thirty seconds, I heard and saw the door open and the maid peeked in and called out, “Sah? Sah, ah’s he’ah wit’ da soap and towels yo’ axed fo’, sah. Sah, is yo’ he’ah, sah?” She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her with a loud click. It was, as they say, showtime. I took off the robe and tossed it behind me. Then I stepped out into the room in all my naked, middle aged glory. “Boo,” I said. She looked surprised, but I don’t know if it was my sudden appearance, or my outfit. “He’ah’s yo’ soap an’ towels, sah” “Thank you,” I said, “just put them on the chair. Good. Now please come over here.” She kind of shuffled over towards me, without looking up, until she was beside me at the end of the bed. “I believe this is where I stood when you looked at me. Am I right?” “Yes.” “Good.” I put my hands on to the first button of her blouse. “May I have the honor?” “Yes.” “Has a white man ever undressed you?” “No.” She wasn’t wearing her maids uniform. She had on a red silk blouse and a navy blue skirt. She was wearing sandals. Her hair was combed down around her face with a soft inward curl. I noticed that she had put on some makeup. It was very subtle, as was the perfume. She smelled like wild flowers and musk. It was very nice. The buttons were small and came undone easily. Her breath caught when I reached her breasts. She sighed when I reached her waist and pulled the hem out of the waistband of her skirt. I looked into her eyes as I pulled the blouse open and slid it off her shoulders. She smiled at me and I noticed that she was no longer missing a tooth. Motel Maid I slipped my arms around her to undo the back of her bra. The back strap was wide, but there were no fasteners there. Her breath tickled my neck when she said, “It hooks in the front.” In the space between her breasts there were probably six hook and eyes running vertically between her bra cups. I undid them until, with the last one, her breasts sagged down, but remained in the cups. I pulled the cups off her tits and they sagged down even more. I put a hand under each tit and lifted. Her breasts were soft and pliable, but large. It would have taken both hands to hold one of them, with some left over. The bra fell down, forgotten, on top of her blouse. “Have you ever had a white man touch your breasts?” I said as I hefted them and squeezed. “No.” “Have you ever had a white man suck on your nipples?” I said as I pulled her midnight black skin into my mouth and sucked. “Never,” she said with a catch in her voice. I should have noticed then, but I was too engrossed in what I was doing. There were other things on my mind and I was pointing upward and hard by this time. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as I licked and sucked and nibbled on each tit. Her areola crinkled up and her nipples became hard as I went from one to the other. The waist band of her skirt was held together by a button on her left side with a long zipper under it. My right hand easily opened the button and slid the zipper down. The skirt naturally stayed where it was until I encouraged it with a push from my hands. It pooled in a circle around her feet. She was close enough to me for my dick to span the distance between us. All I felt with the end of my dick was smooth skin which I thought must have been silky full size panties. As I rubbed her I expected to feel her granny panties waiting to be removed. All I felt was skin as I slowly glided my fingers from her waist to her hips and lower. I was starting to wonder if she was wearing any panties at all when I felt a string on each side. I looked down to see that my dick was rubbing her bare skin just below her navel and just above either the tinniest pair of large bikini panties or the largest pair of tiny bikini panties. They were maroon. It must have been the first time she wore them or it had been a long time since she wore them because her apparently untrimmed pubic hair poofed out on both sides, thick, curly, and black. “So you really did have a pair of bikini panties back in your room! I’m honored that I got to see them and with you in them.” She just grinned a big, toothy grin. “Have you ever had a white man take your panties off.” “No” “May I remove them?” “Yes. Please do.” There is no doubt that lust can close one’s ears as much as it can sometimes close one’s eyes. In this case I didn’t notice how she spoke, but I did notice that she looked better naked and made up than she did in her maid’s uniform. All I could hear were her positive and negative responses. All I wanted at that moment was to give and receive pleasure. I was hornier that night than I had been in a long time. I knelt before her and took the strings on each side of her panties between the thumb and first finger of each hand and, working them forward and back, I managed to lower them until her whole pubic region was exposed, but because her thighs naturally pressed together, they stuck in her crotch. It would have been possible to just rip them down, but instead I asked her to spread her legs a little more for me. She did so and, except for the gusset in the panties sticking to her wet pussy lips, I had no trouble lowering her bikinis to her feet where she slipped off her sandals and daintily stepped out of them. She stood before me as I sat back on my heels. I was once again mesmerized. She just smiled. To this day her image is burned into my memory. I continued to play the asking game. “Have you ever had a white man touch you?” I asked as I stood up and stepped close to her again. “No, never.” “May I touch you?” “Yes.” I placed my hands gently on her face, then moved them to her neck, her shoulders, her arms. The contrast of my light colored skin on her dark chocolate skin was striking. My hands moved inward to her breasts, my fingers caressed her nipples as my hands lifted and squeezed her tits again. She let out a soft sigh and leaned forward slightly into my hands. Her eyes fluttered, half closed. Her nipples became hard pebbles. Her back was soft as velvet with iron muscle beneath. I manipulated her muscles and she moaned how nice it felt. I leaned into her, my penis nestling upright into the crack of her ass, and whispered, “I give great back rubs. Maybe later.” I stepped back and ran my hands down to the small of her back, to her waist, then onto her fleshy derrière. It was as soft as all her skin was, but again, with iron muscle beneath. Soft, but oh, so nice to fondle. She liked it. A lot! Her hips and butt swayed back and forth rhythmically as I rubbed, and then she pushed herself back toward me, clenching and relaxing her ass cheeks as I squeezed harder and harder. Her body was leaning forward enough by now that she rested her hands on the bed. I rubbed, she moaned. I kept rubbing. Always give a woman what she wants in the bedroom is my motto. But no matter how much she enjoys it, after a while you have to move on, so I stepped slightly to the side, leaving only one hand to rub her cheeks, and slid the other hand to her hanging breast. I pinched and squeezed and played with her breast and nipple while my other hand moved lower and lower until it was just touching her pubic hair from behind. I said, “Have you ever had a white man finger your pussy?” “Never,” she squeaked. “Would you like me to?” “Yes! Yes, please,” she begged. My fingers started rubbing her lower lips, ever so gently. North and south, then round and round. Then more of the same, only harder. Her lips were swollen and very wet. When my fingers were well coated, I pushed two fingers into her as far as they could go. “Ohh,” she moaned as her arms collapsed and her head came to rest on the bed. I pulled out, then pushed in again. “Ohhh,” she moaned, low and throaty. I started a rhythm, going faster and faster, and her moans rose in pitch going through several key changes until she was singing one hell of a high note. She squeezed her ass cheeks together until I couldn’t move but slightly in and out, cried out, “YES!” and her insides flooded with her climax. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then relaxed and fell forward onto the bed. Through half lidded eyes she looked at me, smiled and said, “Mmmmm.” I leaned on the bed and said, “Have you ever laid naked on a bed with a naked white man?” “Uh-uh.” “You will if you move up and lay on your back.” She quickly crawled up to the head of the bed and rolled over onto her back. Her tits flattened and spread wide. Her legs were partially open, showing her pink slit, almost the first pink I had seen on her except for her tongue. My mouth watered. I love giving oral sex. “Have you ever had a white man lick you’re pussy?” “No.” “Good, I‘ll be the first.” I moved between her legs, pushing them open more. First I took a long sniff of her womanhood. She smelled clean and musky, like an aroused woman should. I stretched out and looked at my first black pussy up close. She was very swollen. Her outer lips were puffy and as black as her nipples, but her inner pink lips pushed them open like a budding flower . Her dew glistened and I swear I could see her pulse. The thick, black pubic hair covered her mons like a curly pelt and framed her pussy completely. Some was even growing on her outer lips. My tongue went to where it could do some good. She jerked when I first touched her as if I had given her a shock. I gently licked her lips several times, doing one side then the other. She started rocking with my actions, until I brought my fingers to my mouth and plucked a black, curly hair off my tongue. I went back to what I was doing. Her movements continued until I had to remove a couple more hairs. She whined in frustration. I placed my hand on her sex and spread her open with my fingers, moving the hair out of the way of my questing tongue. Her inner lips bulged out at me obscenely as I ate her juicy center. As her movements became constant rocking, I settled into one area. I was hitting her sweet spot and was not about to stop until she climaxed. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out quite that way. As she neared cumming her thighs closed on my head until I was trapped in a fleshy, black vice. She didn’t notice, but I was starting to feel my skull crack. “Mmmphmmm!” I yelled, several times, which means ‘let me go.’ I pushed away from her with my hand, but all that did was plunge my fingers into her pussy. My fingers and the vibration of my lips as I yelled was just what she needed to soar over the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning a move I once saw a native New Zealand dancer do, causing my fingers to plunge in and out rapidly and my neck vertebrae to start snapping like a devil chiropractor was working on them. I’m pretty sure she screamed, but it was hard to tell with her thighs pressed so tightly over my ears, which was probably a blessing because I’m sure she shattered a vase. How long does it last when one person is being crushed while another is in ecstasy? Too long and not long enough. Her body relaxed as if all the bones had dissolved. I rolled away and gasped for breath. “Wow!” she said “I think my neck is broken,” I said. It took a moment or two for her to realize what I said. “Are you okay?” she said as she sat up. “Ahrrrr, ahrrrr,” I said as I wiggled my jaw back and forth and tilted my head side to side. “You squeezed me kinda tight.” “Ah gots jes’ da ting,” she said, returning to form, “y’all jes’ move up da bed and ah gonna make it all better. Hehehe, ah ain’t nev’a sucked no white man dick b’fo’.” I moved up as she moved down, until she was at a right angle to me, her head just where it needed to be. The pain of having my brain squeezed had robbed me of the urge down there, and I had gone limp. With bright eyes she looked at me, ran her pink tongue over her thick black lips, and said, “Ah ken fix dat.” With deft grace she pulled me into her mouth and I went from one soft limp inch to full length in less time than it takes to say it. Her enthusiasm and skill were unparalleled in my experience up to that time. Or since. I was quickly hornier than a satyr in a room full of virgins. It is not possible for me to describe what it is she did that was so very perfect. I was in heaven, nirvana, Valhalla, and Abraham’s bosom all at the same time. Time stood still as I hoped it would never end. I didn’t want to cum, but I wanted to, needed to, more than anything. She stopped at least a millennia too soon. My eyes opened and I said, “Have you ever fucked a white man?” “Never.” “High time you did. Either get on me or lay down on your back.” Without subtly or hesitation she straddled me, lined up our good parts and sat down on me. Oof! I was glad the mattress had good springs. I was in as deep as I could go. Milly was not exceptionally tight, but I could feel her on every square millimeter of my dick. Later she told me that I filled her completely. Not because I’m big, but because women are so very adjustable. God bless ‘em. We didn’t move for endless moments. I didn’t move because she felt so good wrapped around me. I can only assume that she didn’t move because she liked how I felt inside her. She had a small smile on her face and her eyes were closed. Finally she started to rock back and forth and posting on me. I tried my best to thrust into her, but she smiled down at me and said, “Ya’ll jus’ relax an let me do da work, shugah.” It was the first time she had called me anything but sah. I reached up and grabbed big handfuls of each tit. I squeezed, tugged, rubbed, pulled, and tweaked, but mostly I hung on for dear life. She was going wild and I was along for the ride. She started slow, just rocking and bouncing, but with each movement she became more and more enthusiastic. Soon she added a side to side and a round and round. Her up and down became jerkier and harder. I thought the bed might break. It didn’t, but Milly started moaning, “Oh, yeah, unh huh, oh, yeah, unh HUH, unh HUH, UNH HUH, OH LAUD, OH, OH, OH! YES!” Her pussy suddenly became much slipperier as another climax hit. Her body stopped moving except for her hips which were, I swear, vibrating! This sent delightful ripples up her front all the way to her chest, and down her thighs as well . But the real thrill of this was what her pussy was doing me. It felt like her insides were sucking me in again and again, while my dick was wrapped inside a vibrator. The sensation was overwhelming and in only moments she pulled me over the top. I gasped, “Have you ever had a white man cum in you?” Before she could answer I was empting myself into her already too wet pussy. I rammed myself upward as hard as I could. Blasting, two, three, hard and deep inside her. Four, five, six blasts. I was exhausted as the last few drops dribbled out. Actually, the last two “blasts” were kinda wimpy, and I was drained. Her smile had turned into a grin as she looked down at me while her nethers kept pulling on me. I would have given one of my balls to stay hard and continue, but the nature of man could not be denied and I softened. I was totally shriveled up, but I didn’t fall out until she moved. After a few moments she leaned forward and I slipped out. She leaned all the way down until she was laying on top of me, her tits plastered into my chest. I couldn’t breath. I just wasn’t used to having so much woman on top. “No,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had a white man cum inside me before, but I hope this one does again.” she rolled off onto her side and I gasped quietly, glad to be able to breath again. “I will be glad to,” I said, “just give me some time to recover.” I put my arm under her head and on her shoulder. We cuddled for a while. She lay quietly for awhile. After a bit she started rubbing my chest, and worked her way down until she was playing with me, running her fingers through my pubic hair and squeezing my dick. Predictably, I started growing. I looked into her eyes, “Have you ever had a white man lay on top of you.” “Never.” I rolled onto her and slipped in. We fucked like that for a while, but I couldn’t go deep enough because we both had too much around the middle. She must have wanted more because she lifted her legs up and in a wide Vee, I raised up on my knees with my legs open and plunged all the way in. That worked and I was soon plowing the south forty. Forth inch hips, that is. And that was how the night went, I would ask her if she had ever had a white man doggy fashion, she said no and we did. I asked if she had a white man some other way, she said no and we did. Many firsts happened that night. Eventually it had to end, after all a man only has so much strength. I fell asleep after a vigorous romp. She was gone when I woke up. As I brushed my teeth, I pulled out another black curly pubic hair. I idly wondered if she had ever had a white man shave her. Oh well, too late now. I showered, dressed, and went to breakfast. Then I walked to the garage to get my car. I was in luck, they were just finishing it and said I could settle the bill while they did a quick road test. Everything was fine and I had my wheels back. I drove around just enjoying being in my ride again and ended up at my room. Packing only took a moment and I was on my way to the office, ready to settle that bill and be on my way. I thought I would put in another commendation for Milly, after all, she had given me exceptional service. Jennifer was at the front desk. She gave me a big smile. “I’m ready to check out.” “Of course, Mr. Ruhf. I’ll get it for you.” She typed on the computer for a minute, then said, “I’m sorry, sir, there seems to be some problem with your charges, I’ll have to talk to the owner.” She turned and went into the back room. I heard a door open and close. Shortly she came back. “Sir, Miss Washington wants to speak to you before you check out. She’s in her office, sir, just go through that door,” she said, pointing. I knocked on the door and I heard a woman say “Come in.” I walked in and was greeted by Milly in a very nice (and expensive looking) business suit, sitting behind the only desk in the room. Behind her on the wall was a framed diploma saying that Miss Mildred Washington had earned a Masters Degree in Business Administration - with honors - from Temple University. Some things became clear, other things became muddy. “Please be seated, Mr. Ruhf. I have here a commendation from you for Milly. Did she continue to give you good service and make your stay with us a pleasant one?” “Why, yes she did, Mil… er, Miss Washington. She kept my room spotless and fully supplied. In addition, her personal service far exceeded my expectations. She made my stay the most pleasant I have ever had. Now, may I ask a question?” “Of course, Mr. Ruhf.” “Why?” “Hehehe! Mr. Ruhf, why what?” “Why the poor southern jive talk? Why did you wear a maid’s uniform? Why did you clean my room if you own the motel? And why did you fuck my brains out last night?” “Most people expect to hear a maid talk like that, especially in the south. But you were very courteous, and you tipped good. I wore a maid’s uniform and cleaned your room because one of my staff had just quit and the work needed to be done. I’m not afraid of hard work. And as for last night, well, ah ain’t nev’a lay wit no white man b’fo’. Also yo’ is one fine lookin’ man, as I could tell dat first time ah seed y’all nekid.” That made me smile. “Well, Mr. Ruhf, I am prepared to offer you a free one week stay at this motel starting now. I can promise that the service will be just as good, or better. There’s still a few things I haven’t done with a white man. Also, I just hired a new maid and she ain’t nevah seed no white man nekid b’fo’ neetha.” “Just one question,” I said, “have you ever been shaved by a white man?” “No, sah, I ain’t nev’ah.” What the hell? There was no place I needed to be.