Introduction:

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“Bonjour! Welcome to hotel Paris.” I said in my best French accent, ushering in another couple through the wide doors. It was my first day on the job as a hotel maid, and you could tell I was nervous. I raised the frills of my skirt and did my best curtsy – almost stumbling over my own feet - as an excited family passed by. They didn’t notice, they were too excited. In fact, they were just as excited as I was to be at Hotel Paris.

Now, don’t get confused. This isn’t Paris, Paris. Hotel Paris was the newest and biggest hotel in Las Vegas. In just a few months, it had earned a reputation for being one of the finest hotels in the world. All the richest and most famous people would stay here. Movies stars, politicians, wealthy oil barons and Arabian sheiks. You name it. Hotel Paris prided itself on its “authentic” French experience. We have a replica of the Eiffel tower in the lobby, the restaurant serves the finest French pastries and, of course, all the female staff wear skimpy French maid costumes.

All the guests loved watching us scamper about in our revealing littles dresses, and to be frank, so did I. I had only been working a few hours and I was loving all the attention I was getting. I don’t mean to brag, but I knew I cut a fine figure. I was in great shape, I worked out all the time. I was petite but quite busty for my age and size.

The black maid costume accentuated my long smooth legs and complemented my wavy brown hair. I always caught men (and women) staring at me when I passed them on the street, even though I tend to dress quite conservatively in public. But now, in my new outfit, it was even more evident. I caught a few men gaping at me with such wanton lust that their unnoticed little wives had to swat them back to reality.

The skirt reached down barely to my thighs, which left plenty of skin bare for all to see. Some girls wore black stockings, but I was confident in my milky white skin. My white socks barely reached up to my ankles. They sat loosely around my ankles, tucked into polished black shoes that reflected the light of the chandeliers that were everywhere in the hotel. The white ruffles in my head piece made me look like a little bunny rabbit.

“Bonjour Monsieur. Bonjour Madam.” Just then, a gorgeous cougar and what seemed like her young boy-toy entered the hotel. She was absolutely breath-taking with her elegant figure, a sharp black dress and a stunning fur coat. She pranced in like she owned the place, as if she knew all eyes were on her, and they were. Her hunk of a boyfriend followed closely behind her, like a pet on a leash. He was cute, no doubt about it, but something about that woman kept drawing my eyes away from him and back to her, and I didn’t even swing that way.

“I have a suite booked under the name of Miller, darling. Brigitte Miller.” She told me in her posh, charismatic accent. Nervously and with great effort, I managed to stumble out the words: “right this way, Madame.” She smiled at me with her thick red lips. The bell boy took their luggage and I led the couple to their room.


Their room was on the second-top floor, the most luxurious rooms in the hotel were located here. (the top floor is used as a bar and pool.) I opened their door and held it open for them to pass in. Usually, when one enters a room at the Hotel Paris, they are taken aback by the sheer elegance and class of their new temporary home. And sure, the man was.

He through himself onto the king-sized double bed in a starfish manner and immediately wrapped himself in the soft purple linen sheets. Madame Miller on the other hand, seemed if anything underwhelmed. Any excitement she felt was carefully hid, her expression changed not one bit from her first view of the room.

After the couple became acquainted with their new abode, I handed the lady her keys. Instead of just taking them, however, the lady had a way of taking my hand in hers, thanking me in the most polite manner, before delicately letting my hand fall from her gentle grasp.

Everything about the woman was sensual. Her stance, her walk, the way she talked and smiled. She was surely a sight to behold, and she flaunted her natural beauty. But I didn’t have time to admire her. I had work to do. I told her that I was available any time, all she had to do was call and I would be here ready to help. She seemed to take this notion very seriously.

With a curtsy, a made my exit. She smiled at me and her male friend grinned. I quietly envied both of them in there own way. If I could, I would change places with either of them in a heartbeat.


The rest of the day’s work involved lots of running. Running up and down flights and stairs, through windy hallways and busy staff rooms. As I was still new to the place, I often got lost. But eventually I began to get my bearings. I did laundry, cleaned empty rooms and helped customers when needed.

Finally, after what seemed like the busiest day of my life, I sat down for supper. The chefs at our restaurant gave us leftovers and other nice things and we ate in a communal hall out the back of the kitchen. That’s when my manager called me.

“Room 21.14 has requested assistance. That’s you kid.” I had stuffed half a croissant in my mouth when he told me. I mumbled my response – that I was on my break – but that didn’t satisfy him. “No maid is ever on break at the Hotel Paris. Quickly now, they’re waiting!”

I stuffed the rest of the croissant down my throat, brushed the crumbs off my dress, and rushed to the elevator. Straight to the second last floor it took me. I suddenly remembered that it was Madame Miller’s room. A strange feeling came over me, a buzz of excitement in my stomach.


I left the elevator and made my way down the hall. I knocked on the door and called Madame Miller’s name, but no answer. After one last try, I cautiously opened the door and slid inside, closing it gently behind me. What I found inside caused me to freeze in petrified silence. I didn’t know whether to gasp, scream, run away or hide. My legs decided for me, they were glued to the floor, and I didn’t make a peep.

At the centre of the room stood Madame Miller’s hunk of a man. It was clearer now then ever why he deserved that description. His clothes were piled haphazardly on the floor behind him. He stood naked, his chiselled abs gleamed like precious bronzed jewels. His muscles seemed to be stacked upon more muscles. They made me weak at the knees, as they would any girl.

He hadn’t noticed me enter. His attention was drawn to what was kneeling right in front of him. Madame Miller, also naked, knelt elegantly on the soft carpet. She had perfect posture, her back arched gracefully from her hips and she held herself tall above the ground. She sat as delicately as an elk on soft grass plains.

Her long black hair had been smoothly tied back into a pony tail that bounced as her head bobbed back and forth. Her soft, round bosoms dangled delectably from her chest like two ripe, exotic fruits. They were large and pale, her nipples stood firmly at attention. Her breast floated delicately, as if caressed in the air by invisible clouds that held them up in a gentle embrace.

Her chin was drawn up and her head held back. Her chin glistened with the fluids and dribble that ran from the corners of her mouth, down her neck and onto her chest. In her mouth, of course, was her hunk’s throbbing member. It was huge, bigger than anything that I had ever seen.

I couldn’t tell exactly how big it was, of course, as at least half of its length was currently down the Madame’s throat. When she pushed her head forward, her nose cane close to bumping against his pelvis. She was like a pro, she did it with confidence and ease, not flinching or gaging as the hunk of meat pushed deeper down her throat.

I felt a warmth between my legs. I crossed my legs as if holding in the need to pee. I hadn’t moved in perhaps a minute now. I couldn’t drag myself away. It was like watching a train-wreck, only beautiful and erotic. This was so wrong! When they eventually caught me, that was it. I would be fired on the spot on my very first day. I knew I had to leave, but still, my eyes stuck like glue to the show in front of me.

At that moment, Madame Miller removed the man’s cock from her mouth, and let in a deep breathe. She held the cock in her hand, jerking it with a subtle yet firm touch. For a second I thought she was about to continue, but then, she must have caught something in the corner of her eye. That something was me.She turned her head towards me, without shifting the rest of her body, or stopping what her hands were doing.

This was it. I was caught. I stood still like a deer in the head lights. I would be fired right there and now. Still, I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the lady’s hand or the cock that it was wrapped around. Finally, I stammered out: “I . . . You called . . . Room service . . . I . . . Sorry.” I couldn’t speak. Something deep within my throat had caught my voice and trapped it down.

Madame Miller paused. She turned her body towards me, placed her hands on her knees and smiled the way a teacher smiles when trying to comfort an anxious young student. “It’s ok.” She began with a soft, gentle tone. “I did call room service. As you can see my eyes are a little too big for my stomach, so to speak. I need some help.” She held out her hand, gesturing me towards her from across the room. Again, I stood still and stiff like a rock.

“But Madame, it wouldn’t be right. It’s unprofessional and I could lose my job.” At this, the Madame laughed, almost cackled.
“Is this your first day working here?” She asked, half jokingly. I nodded sheepishly. “Well, sweetie. Do you wonder why this hotel is so damn popular? It’s not because of the baguettes in the cafe. Now get over here or I’ll call your boss.” She said that last sentence with far more malice and authority then I previously believed she could muster. But, she ended her command with a sweet smile that cushioned her strong words.

I suddenly wondered why she said it like that though. Like it was a well known expectation that I joined in on their play. I didn’t have time to think much about it though. Returning from my thoughts to the real world, I found myself quivering in my little black shoes as the two naked lovers stared me down.

I found myself drawn to the woman on the floor. And, seemingly without my mind’s consent or better judgement, my body carried me towards the Madame.

She took my hand and I knelt down beside her. The warm feeling in my legs dissipated and I was left instead with an overwhelming feeling of fear, discomfort and shame that ran through my entire body. I slumped down on my knees as graceless as a donkey next to a prized stallion.

I had almost forgotten the thing dangling oh so near to my face. It seemed to emanate a warmth, I could feel it on my cheek. It had lost some of its firmness since I had been discovered. But the new found attention it was being given – this time by two girls instead of one – caused it to pulsate and grow.


“This is Brad, sweetheart. Say Hi, he won’t bite.” The man shook his head with disapproval.
“It’s Brett. Not Brad, miss.” Madam Miller laughed again, this time more like a little schoolgirl than anything else. I looked up at Brad and waved meekly like a shy little girl.
“Now what’s your name, sweetheart?” I was still so overwhelmed that I paused for a moment as if I had forgotten the answer.

“Klara.” I told the naked woman kneeling next to me. At this, the woman seemed to beam from her chest a homely warmth. It made me feel comfortable in a situation that was anything but.
“Klara! What a beautiful name. I won’t be forgetting that name fast.” At that she glanced up cheekily at Brett, causing me to giggle.

The woman cupped my hand in hers, and brought it up to the man’s throbbing shaft. My dainty fingers had never felt a cock this big before. I felt a tingle run through my arm that passed all the way down to my belly, like a little electric spark.

I could barely wrap my hand around his girth, he was so thick. I felt him growing within my grasp. A second spark ran through my body, this time ending below my pelvis at my little warm spot. With her hand around mine, the Madam guided me up and down the length of the cock. Her touch was so gentle and soft, but at the same time so firm and commanding.

I glided my hand along Brett’s shaft, feeling my way along every bump, freckle and vein, familiarising myself with this delicacy of meat. When my hand found itself in a gentle, slow rhythm up and down the juicy, sticky cock, the Madam’s hand left mine and began to explore on its own. I saw it find the ball sack. It dangled delicately, swaying calmly in the air in time with my strokes.

She wrapped her hands around it and groped it gently like a precious ornament. I felt Brett groan above at her touch. At this, I increased my pace, jerking him with more vigour and confidence. I saw the Madam duck slightly underneath me, and, poking out her tongue, caressed and lapped at the wrinkled testicles.

I followed her steps, sticking out my tongue like a tentative kitten testing the milk in a saucer. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. He tasted of sweat, salt and cum, and I wanted more. I parted my lips and lifted my head up to meet the tip. Again, I realised just how big the man’s dick really was. How could I fit this all in my mouth? I asked myself. I had little time to wonder, as Brett, perhaps tired of waiting in anticipation, thrust himself forward. His cock entered my mouth faster then I expected and I gagged slightly.

But this did not deter me. I began to breathe through my nose and suck on his member as he thrust it deeper and deeper down my throat. Just then, I felt soft hands on my back. They were delicate and warm. They gently undid some of the laces of my dress and then pulled it down below my shoulders, exposing my perky breasts. They were large, but nothing to compare to the Madame’s melons. I almost felt embarrassed.

I felt fingers run along my neck, down across my shoulders, tickling my sensitive skin. Still down further they crept, until they fingered the points of my bare nipples. They twitched and tugged and pinched at them.


Brett’s cock was deeper down my throat than I previously thought possible. I must have had at least 8 inches of him inside me, but there was still more to go. I increased my speed, bobbing my head back and forth faster and faster. I looked up every now and then to look into Brett’s eyes. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which filled me with confidence.

When I thought Brett was about to cum, I felt a tug on my hair. My head jerked back and I fell backwards, into the Madame’s chest. Her breasts pressed against my back. She put her arms around me and groped me, like a mother bear cuddling its cub.

Madame Miller turned me around and in a flash I felt her wet lips pressed against mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I could taste Brett’s cock on her lips, but the taste combined with her own sweetness, creating a cocktail of heavenly bliss.

I lost track of time as we kissed. Her arms locked around me, her breasts pressed up tightly against mine. I could have spent eternity in her arms, but she had other ideas. She stood me up and pulled my dress over my head. She then knelt down and tugged my panties down. I wiggled out of them and stood for the first time completely naked, bar my shoes and socks and my little head piece which the Madame insisted stayed on because they “looked cute like that.”

My pussy was shaved, unlike the Madame’s who had a neatly trimmed patch above hers. I turned to the bed to see Brett sitting on the edge, jerking himself while he watched us. He spread his legs wide, suggesting I should sit on his lap.

His cock stood tall above his lap like an Egyptian obelisk. His thighs invited me to sit between them. Brett held me by my hips and hoisted me above him. Slowly, he lowered me down on to his cock. I shuddered as I slid down on to him. His thick cock stretched me and made me groan. I had never been fucked by something so big before.

Still holding me by my hips, he lifted me up and down, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside me. I gasped and shuddered with every push, I felt as if he was going to tear me apart. My thoughts were interrupted however, by Madame Miller, who, standing above me, stuck her tongue down my throat again.

As she kissed me, Brett fucked me harder. He was so strong, I was like a little doll to him. He handled me like a child in his arms. I felt his cock climb even deeper inside me, which made me let out a series of loud gasps and groans.

The Madame parted her lips from mine and proceeded to lower her breasts into my mouth. She cupped one in her hand and fed it to me, like a mother breastfeeding her young child. I suckled at it, it was so soft and delicate in my mouth . Her nipple was firm, i tongued it as best as I could while being pounded up and down.


After a few more powerful, hard thrusts, Brett lifted me up once more and threw me on to my back on the soft velvet duvet. I lay there, exhausted. I couldn’t move if I tried, I was too weak. I watched as Madame Miller got on all fours in front of Brett.

He placed his hands on either side of her hips and glided his cock inside her. She shuddered as I did, even an experienced woman like her couldn’t help but cry out when something that big was forced inside her.

He fucked her relentlessly, just the way she liked it. Her breasts swayed back and forth like massive bells or cow udders. I found myself with a hand between my crotch, just watching. I was soaking wet, partly from Brett’s precum, but mostly from my own bodily fluids. I easily slipped two fingers inside my flower and began to finger myself in time with Brett’s powerful thrusts.

The Madame moaned in agony and pleasure. She grasped the duvet tightly with her sweaty hands, enduring the force of Brett’s rod. He was deep inside her, so deep that his balls pressed against her. She quivered and her arms gave way. Her face was now pressed against the bed, but her bottom half still pointed upwards.

Brett, noticing me still at peace with my own self-pleasure, let the Madame fall into a panting heap on the bed. He wadded over towards me on his knees. He turned me over on to my back, and pulled me towards his body by my thighs. I looked into his eyes as he once again slid inside me. I gasped, feeling his cock retrace its steps inside me. He thrust himself deeper and deeper, pounding me with firm, long strokes.

I could hear his grunts become louder and faster. He almost began to sound like an ape, fucking his hapless mate with a ruthless vigour. With a few strong stroked, he pulled his glistening cock from out of me and began to jerk it rapidly.

I was surprised by the first string of cum, it splattered all over my face and chin. I licked my lips, tasting his sweet nectar for the first time. Another hot load burst across my chest and another over my stomach.

A few more streams of white hot load spurted out of him, before it began to simply drizzle on his now semi hard shaft. He fell backwards, panting. I lied still, gazing up at the ceiling and savouring the feeling of sticky, hot jizz on my naked body.

I ran my finger along my soft tummy, swiping up some of it before sucking it off it the way one licks their fingers after some delicious greasy food. I was startled suddenly by a wetness moving over my abdomen. It tickled me and made me squirm playfully in my place. It was Madame Miller!

She squatted above me, her tongue ran along my body like a dog licking its fur clean. Slowly, she moved along my body, savouring every lick of cum she could find. Finally, her face met mine. She kissed the cum that I had not been able to lick myself, before kissing my lips with hers.

She had kept some of the cum in her mouth and let it dribble into mine. Our tongues danced around it, as if they were swimming and bathing together in a pool of cum. Her breasts pressed against mine, she pushed her chest against me so that our nipples rubbed against each other.

I could feel her neatly gardened pubic hair rubbing against my tummy. It tickled me and made me squirm playfully in her grasp like a giddy schoolgirl. Her hands grasped my wrists and held my arms behind my head. She was strong, much stronger than she appeared. I couldn’t escape from her grip even if I wanted to, but I was content on being her prisoner now.

She undid her ponytail and let her hair fall onto my chest. She ran her fingers through my hair, her touch made me shiver. She continued to kiss me all over, lapping up any of the remaining cum that still stuck to my naked body and sharing what she found.


I could have spent the rest of my life in her embrace. I felt that I had died and gone to heaven. But I wasn’t in heaven, I was in the Hotel Paris. And it quickly dawned on me that I was still at work. I sprung up, still wrapped in my lover’s arms. She protested, but she could tell I was anxious. It was my first day after all.

She gave me one more kiss. A deep, passionate loving kiss. I savoured the taste of her lips against mine. She stood me up and helped me put on my uniform. She laced up my dress and adjusted the head piece that sat loosely in my hair. She gave me one last embrace, her naked body against my black dress.

I turned to Brett, still lying on the bed. His cock was semi-hard and I could see his chest rising up and down. “Bye Brad, it was nice to meet you.”
“It’s Brett,” he answered.
“I know,” I replied, giggling with Madame Miller. She walked me to the door and gave me one last kiss goodbye. I curtsied as she closed the door behind me.

I quickly made my way back to the staff room. Running as fast as my little feet could take me. I must have been gone for hours, surely they would have noticed by now. I was done for.
But, to my surprise, no one cared. In fact, they were surprised I was back so soon.

They said nothing about it, but I felt that they knew. I glanced at one of the other girls, who gave me a cheeky smile. I breathed a sigh of relief. But my mind got to wondering, did every girl do this? Was this the big open secret that really made our hotel so famous? I had to find out, but I didn’t have the courage to ask, in case I was wrong.

The next morning I stood in the lobby, greeting new customers with a fresh confidence that I had never felt before. Suddenly I saw two figures descending the stairs. They had their luggage packed and were ready to leave. The woman spoke to the concierge, and then they left. No goodbye, no nothing. I felt betrayed and a little glum. I made my way over to the concierge and asked her what Madame Miller said.
She handed me a letter, addressed to me. It read:


Dear Sweet Klara,

Thank you so much for last night.
I’m sorry we have to leave so soon, I hope you understand.
I’ll be back one day I hope. With a friend or perhaps alone.

Madame Miller XOXO


It was signed with a smudged thick lipstick kiss on the bottom. I smiled and pressed the kiss against my chest.

The concierge noticed my glee and said to me: “Well done on your first day, kid. She was very impressed with your . . . Service.” The concierge gave me a wink before returning to his work.

I was sure of it now. Everyone knew. It was this hotel’s open secret. I was essentially a high class prostitute. Part of me felt sick, but the other half . . . Well, lets just say I was quite eager to get back to work again.

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