I started this job at the beginning of summer. I admit I only got the job so I could be near the beach all day and wear those tight little uniforms. Ok so maybe not the last bit. I’m a housekeeper for one of the many condos that line Perdido Beach. My family says I’m in a dead end job and I need to do better for myself. The fact is, they don’t know all the services I provide for the patrons of the Seagull. I hadn’t always done the extras. And I don’t do them for all the folks there. Just the women. It was a day like any other, the sun was shinning and the water sparkled. I got my list of rooms to be cleaned and grabbed my cart. The first room of the day took me up to the 17th floor. I’d never been up there, and was excited cause I knew the view was going to be awesome. I knocked lightly against the door and said loudly “Room service.” I didn’t hear anyone so I let myself in.
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As I entered the room and closed the door behind me, I heard the shower running. This room was huge! I turned towards the bathroom at the other end of the place and hollered “Room Service.” I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I headed over to the kitchen and started cleaning up around the bar. As I moved onto the living room and pulled out my vacuum I looked around. She was definitely rolling in the money. The décor was definitely not bought at Sears. I shook my head. As I vacuumed I danced along with the song in my head as I stared out the sliding glass door. It must have taken me a good ten minutes to vacuum that carpet. I turned it off and turned around to get the glass cleaner for the doors. That’s when I saw her. “Hello Ma’am.” I said obviously startled. Read more of this erotic sex story
The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. “Security desk, Bill speaking.” “Hi Bill.” The woman’s voice was soft and smooth. “It’s Jayde. I’m hoping that you can help me.” “I’ll do what I can, ma’am. What seems to be the trouble?” “Ah, well, no trouble, so to speak. But, um, I was hoping that you could come in the conference room. My friend Mae said that you were very, uh, creative, in helping her the other night after everyone had left.” Bill put down his pencil; his cock began to harden immediately. He couldn’t forget Mae. She was a large black woman who had called him to the conference room after hours. That night they sixty-nined on the conference room table before he fucked her from behind. Mae had said that his oral prowess would bring more sexual opportunities. Bill got up and went to the conference room. He was sure that this was one call that wasn’t going to make the log.
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When he got to the conference room, the lights were dimmed and he saw no one. Bill called out, “Hello?” One of the high-back leather chairs swung around; in it was a striking black woman wearing a coy look and high heel shoes. She wore peach-colored lipstick and a complementary colored eye shadow. Unlike Mae, she was fit with modest breasts and generous hips. “Come here, Billy,” she said, motioning with her index finger. Bill walked across the room; his cock hardening with every step that he took. He could not believe that this woman wanted him. “My friend Mae says you’ve got a very talented tongue.” She shifted in her chair, pulling her dress up higher on her thighs until it barely hid her crotch. “Now, I don’t want to make a big deal of this,” she reached out and hooked her fingers under his belt and pulled him closer. “So, here’s the deal. I want you to lick my pussy until I cum then I’m going to suck you and fuck you. If you’re as good as Mae says we might do it again sometime. But, there are no attachments, are we clear?” Read more of this erotic sex story
Standing with his back to her a smile so bright lit up her face. Bare feet, jeans, and no shirt on his back he stood organizing some books on a shelf. The once affable nerdy nobody had grown and blossomed into a man. Her student in two classes in his junior and senior year, she began noticing a slow transformation none saw in him during those years. “You’ve done well and I’m proud of you Jason, very proud of what you accomplished” she told him upon graduating. She looked beautiful too. He liked her very much. Never before had she looked so elegant in his opinion. “Don’t forget me” she joked. “Just because you’re going off to college doesn’t mean I don’t exist anymore.”
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He said he wouldn’t. They embraced, so she patted his shoulder, and dearly wanted to kiss his cheek knowing it would be inappropriate. She turned and walked away, with her fiancé. He knew nothing of the guy, but it wasn’t his business; never was. Still she thought about Jason. Thought about him excessively, hence her engagement was off. She had to start over. Another man, another long, long relationship, and then another long engagement period… “Fuck that” she felt like saying. She devoted herself to her teaching. 6 months later, it was a holiday break, and what did he do? Jason visited his high school seeking out Olivia Henson, his former teacher; his favorite teacher. She always sent unknown emotions threw him. He figured it was puppy love. His dad told him all boys have it in their lifetime so he guessed that’s what he felt for her. They met up, they talked, and they laughed about many things. They said goodbye, but for whatever reason it hurt having to leave. They’d get together, after school, but it never once materialized. Read more of this erotic sex story
It is true. The women do get prettier at closing time! I have never gone to bed with an ugly woman in my life, but I have woke-up with a few. Rob a high school friend of mine was in the US military and home on leave. He wanted to see the lights in our town at night. We drove the main cursing tour as the teenagers do and as I did when I was in high school. We got away from the teenyboppers and drove to the adult side of town. There were a few nightclubs along this strip. We stopped and went in and found the bar. Ordered some drinks then Rob said I’ll be right back. As he headed to the john the bartender came with our drinks, which I paid for. (I think he had this planned out) Rob returned in a few minutes. We talked a while, ordered more drinks and talked some more. There wasn’t much happening in the bar so we headed to another one down the street. We went in and it was a strip club. It wasn’t long at all until we had dancers sitting next to us.
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“Would you buy us a drink boy’s” One of them said. Before I could say no thinks, Rob said “Sure, what-cha drinking?’ The cost was $15.50 for each of their drinks. I was born at night, but not last night. These drinks were straight coke or watered down to the point there was no taste of booze at all. “C’ mon Rob let’s go” On our way to the car Rob asked me if there was a country bar in town. I said, “Yeah it’s way out of town. Is that where the women are he asked. “I don’t know, I haven’t been there in years” “Well damn it’s about time you went again, Let’s go” Read more of this erotic sex story
She needed to get out. After ten years, she had enough. Mind control was one thing, but not being allowed, as a nun, as a human being, or as a woman to be allowed to be compassionate to others was too much. Late into the morning, she awoke. Quietly, she turned over. Pulling it out from beneath her pillow, she plugged in the small earphones, and fired it up. She signed in, pulled up the site, and logged in while pulling the earphones often to check for any noise outside her room. Maybe I shouldn’t wear these she told herself. She pulled them out, but left it plugged in. No noise, nothing whatsoever was best. The only light came from the moon outside and her notebook computer. Nuns were allowed that luxury. For educational purposes they were granted it. This, in her opinion, was educational. What was the secular portion of society talking about, doing in every day terms? I should at least understand she was thinking. I need to relate to my students. But in reality that wasn’t true. She was looking for more, looking for knowledge, and she was looking for that out.
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She no longer desired the life of solitude, of that commitment to one entity, and to the servitude she was serving. This was not happiness. This was not god’s way. Read the bible. No it was not. I have to get out, get away, be free, and be who I was once. She chatted. She smiled. She wanted to laugh. She couldn’t. She continued to chat. It was fun, it was interesting, and these were nice people or they seemed to be. A chat box opened. Huh she wondered? He said hi. She said hi back. He asked how she was doing. She said fine. She knew the yellow faces and added that smiley face. She asked him how he was. He told her fine and sent a smiley face with it. They were easing into an open conversation. He asked her things, general questions. She was naïve and she answered them. She asked him general questions, asked him where he was from. He told her. Where is that she wondered and asked him. He told her. She told him she wasn’t familiar with it. Turned out it was close by. 10 miles away actually. She told him. Read more of this erotic sex story
It was the spring of ‘99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world. We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chics on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumor going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked. I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I like it? Not really. I loved it when he fondled me, but when it came to actually cumming, it never happened. I just chalked it up to the fact that none of my friends who had sex with their boyfriends had come either. High School is frustrating enough, now this? So, here I am, looking at the chics on my team and wondering if I’m twisted for getting wet over their bodies.
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That’s when Claire approached me. We were almost alone in the locker room. I had taken my sweet time again and she noticed. She waited for the last of the girls to leave the showers and looked right at me. “I noticed you checking me out, Sammy.” Oh my god, someone knew. I just about tripped over myself trying to come up with an excuse or something. She laughed, and raised her hand up to my shoulder. She saw the desperation in my face. “Calm down hon. I ain’t gonna say anything. I know you’ve heard the rumors about me.” I simply nodded. “They’re true, Sammy. I’m a lesbian.” Lesbian rolled off her tongue smoothly, and made me feel somewhat better. She took my hand in hers and brought her naked wet body closer to mine. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to fight it. She pressed her lips against mine softy. Both of us were nervous and shaking slightly. The first kiss was awkward to say the least. She leaned back and told me to relax as her eyes smiled into mine. I looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine. I felt the twinge of excitement flutter through me again as she kissed me. Her lips were soft. I closed my eyes and she let her tongue slip from between her lips and into my mouth. She probed gently around my mouth and coaxed my nervousness out of me. Before I knew it our tongues were dancing and our bodies were pressed completely together. Read more of this erotic sex story
