Enjoying Amenities

She pushed her cart into another room that she needed to clean during her afternoon shift. Her work as a chambermaid at one of Vegas' busiest hotels exhausted her. The work was heavy, tedious and she often dealt with outrageous customers. She somehow tolerated the party messes they left after they checked out. She cleaned more bath tubs filled with used condoms, broken champagne flutes, cigarette butts and syringes than she cared to remember. Whenever someone believed her cute French Maid outfit gave them the excuse to leer at her or even try to grope her, she seriously considered whether she should just find a job as a stripper at one of the nearby clubs. The crap she?d deal with would be the same, but at least, she?d be tipped better. She looked down at her long legs barely covered by the skimpy dress and once again the thought seemed tempting.The neat and tidy room surprised her. Most of the time she found towels piled on the floor, stains of coffee and tea on the bedding and that would be just the beginning. Either this client was so busy he or she had no time to spend in the room or they were naturally organized.As she walked past the bed she accidentally brushed the cart against the leather bag on the bed and it fell on the soft rug, spilling its contents. She froze with horror and knelt quickly to gather the objects. However when she saw them, her hands stopped in mid-air. Kinky sex toys sprawled out on the rug before her!A flogger, spreader bar, butt plug, different vibrators, shining nipple clamps and a few items she couldn?t recognize laid scattered just beyond the opening of the bag. As she stared at the pair of cuffs her pussy clenched involuntarily and she felt herself get wet. She reached out to caress them and heard someone clearing their throat softly.He towered over her as she knelt by the bed, a smirk on his face."If I'd come in a second later this would look like a naughty, little girl snooping through her guest?s things... but I saw it was an accident."He observed her hand frozen in mid-air, as it hovered over the pile of toys."Go ahead and clean up your mess, young lady."He watched as her hand tentatively caressed the soft leather of the flogger as she tried to pick up the toys, but seemed mesmerized by them."You see, I believe that no trip should be strictly for business and should be balanced with pleasure.*Tell me, have you ever been pleasured by such things?"She had never found herself in such an uncomfortable situation before. She grew aroused, hot and bothered. She tried acting calm and collected, to explain that this was a clumsy accident. Her eyes traveled up the stranger's body and she sensed how the heat between her legs increased. She clenched them tightly and dropped the flogger, taken aback by his comment. The thought of having him play with her body, cuffing and whipping her caused a serious throb through her clit. "N-no..." she admitted sheepishly and her face turned hotter by the minute."I never... I'm sorry, I didn't expect it." His brows narrowed as he looked down at her. He bent down to her, placed his hand over her wrist, firm, and stopped the movement of her hand, yet gently and non-threatening. "Stop," His command, husky and barely above a whisper. "Look up at me." She trembled under his calm, firm gaze and obeyed the command without even thinking. Her dark eyes stared up at those of the stranger. She sensed pure steel at his core, but the emotion that swept through her very being was not fear. The fingers on her wrist caused her*pulse to race and she clenched her legs tighter. She didn't look away, but her lips parted slowly. "I... I don't know what is happening with me." She decided to be honest. "Then let me explain it to you.*Your flesh is flushing with heat, which could be construed as embarrassment, but your eyes are dilating, betraying your arousal. Your hands are trembling with your excitement and the mere posing of my question has caused your core to dampen. The tiny skirt you wear does little to mask the scent of your arousal." He raked his eyes over her body and looked at the contact point of his hand on her wrist. "Your pulse is racing, perhaps even pounding in your ears as I speak to you. Your body is responding to me, even if your mind can not process your desires." He almanbahis released her wrist. "I have a proposition for you, young lady.*Go.*Complete your rounds.*When your shift is done, return to this room and I will show you the pleasures your body so clearly craves." With that he turned and exited the room, heading into the hallway as the door closed behind him. She never felt such a shock in her entire life. The man hardly even touched her and yet the sensations that ran through her body were as if he had ravaged her. She reached under her indecently short skirt and pressed her fingertips over her sopping wet panties. Her body tensed, and for a moment, the temptation to finish herself off grew strong. The stranger just left. She thought she may as well be completely inappropriate and finger fuck herself to orgasm, but for some reason she couldn't wrap her mind around, she decided to wait. It seemed like a breach of trust and she had the feeling that the stranger would disapprove. She wanted to please him and make him proud of her self-control. Wait, what? She didn?t know him, so why should she care? Why would she even consider coming back when he said to? She never had a kinky bone in her body... or so she thought before now.The rest of her shift zipped past in a blur. She had no idea what she was doing because all she could think of was his hand on her wrist squeezing and caressing it in a firm, yet gentle manner. She knew she'd hate herself if she didn't follow the voice of lust and embrace the adventure. No one ever made her feel such desire and a wanton craving before.Finally, at about 6.30PM, she clocked out and returned her supplies. She changed into a clean uniform and before anyone could question her, she walked back to the room where she almost climaxed earlier from a simple hand grasping her wrist.She knocked on the door as her heart pounded in her chest and wondered ?What if he is not here??The door opened to her with little more than a click of the latch. He stepped back from the center of the doorway, a warm and confident smile on his face. He nodded to her, an informal acknowledgment of her arrival and pointed to a spot on the floor. "Move to the center of the room please," was his only verbal greeting. She smiled shyly as the stranger welcomed her in. The numbing fear that it would all turn out to be a cruel joke almost overwhelmed her, just as she decided to take this leap of faith. Seeing his warm and friendly face and feeling the familiar arousing presence, made her body relax. She followed the instructions and moved to the center as he instructed her. "I... I just wanted to tell you that I never do this... coming to the guests' rooms, that is." Oh, crap! Was she trying to explain to him she?s a good girl? She felt pathetic. As she stammered, he moved up behind her, within inches. She felt his warmth through the thin material of her outfit. His voice, a low rumble in his chest, sent breath across the back of her neck, a feathery touch of air currents. "You may leave at any point though your body may never forgive you if you chose to." She sensed him moving to her side. "Your body is beautiful and deserves to feel the pleasure I will bring it.*If you wish to stop, you must only say the word "Red" and I will stop. If you wish to leave at that point you will be allowed to. However, as long as you chose to stay, your body is mine to play with as I wish." He began circling her, examined her from all angles. His eyes never left her. "For today, I will only use my hands, my mouth and the toys that caught your attention to bring you pleasure. Your obedience will be rewarded with stronger orgasms than your delicate frame has ever experienced." He stopped, faced her and held out his hand to her. "If you understand and agree to my offer, give me your panties.? His voice resonated as smooth as the silken cloth that rubbed against her slit. The images he created flooded her mind and caused the small buds of her nipples to harden with need. Just the promise in his seductive words made her throw caution to the wind and long to surrender to whatever wicked plans he had for her body. She let out a sigh and ran her hands down her thighs, wishing that it was his fingers that brushed her skin. Her fingers slowly made their almanbahis yeni giriş way under the short uniform and pushed past the waistband of her soaked panties. The embarrassment of how wet she grew, how deeply just a voice and simple touches affected her rushed over her, but not strongly enough to stop her. She chose to submit to the passion she had suppressed all her life and the thought of being obedient and rewarded intrigued her. She stepped out of her panties and raised her foot, clad in ballet flats. She looked up at his kind eyes and handed him the drenched fabric without a shadow of hesitation."My body is yours..." She whispered.He received the offered cloth and only glanced at it before tucking it into a pocket. "I see from the creamy nature of your juices on your panties, you've been looking forward to coming back to me." He began circling her again. He traced a fingertip along the neckline of her uniform, across the tops of her breasts, up across the shoulder and down to the center, just above the zipper. His finger stopped and his thumb hooked the zipper, pinching it. He tugged down slightly, each click of the zipper, the only sound in the room. After a dozen clicks, his finger returned to its task of following the swoop of her uniform. He continued circling her form, a finger following up and over her shoulder, down to the point it started from. "Your body is beautiful and deserves to be touched and enjoyed... remove the remainder of your clothes. They're in my way and prevent me from doing so." She gasped*as her curvy and slightly plump body was devoured by the stranger's hungry eyes. The slow manner in which he circled around her and the tender, feather-like touches stirred a fire deep within her. The thin hairs on her skin rose and she let out a small moan when she stepped out of her uniform and the cool air hit her naked body. She was left in her white bra and black stockings. He saw her shiver, but she no longer blushed at the fact that a man whose name she didn't know studied her in her most vulnerable state. As she removed her bra and her large breasts pulled free of its grasp, she whispered. "No one ever called my body beautiful before." The sudden confession finally brought a furious blush. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that, I..." "Perhaps you've made poor choices on playmates.*Perhaps they were too timid to express the beauty your curves contain.*Perhaps you just didn't hear their gasps as they drank in the glory of your delicious body."He leaned down and lifted the toy bag from behind the coffee table and set it on top. Deftly he reached into a pocket on the bag, drew back and removed a thin chain with tweezers on each end.He stepped up to her and gripped her nipple, deep into the areola tugging it forward, revealing the tip of her inverted nipple, and attached the tweezers behind it, holding it forward. With smooth motions, he repeated the process on the other side. As he ran the flats of his palms over her nipples, he looked into her eyes."Your breasts are magnificent and bear such jewelry well.*Tell me, how do they feel and more importantly, how do they make you feel?"Her heart beat fast as she heard those wickedly delicious words escape the stranger's lips. A thousand questions ran through her anxious mind and she let out a slight groan of appreciation. Nobody ever spoke to her that way before. Most of the time she was happy if she was spared any bad comments regarding her weight and body shape. She gave a hesitant smile and focused on the man's words when she sensed the cold metal close around her soft flesh. The room filled with her gasp of pain as he marked her chest with the chain and the stinging sensations focused on the tips of her nipples. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes, breathed heavily and tried to be strong. As her senses adjusted to the pain, she slowly opened her eyes and tried to answer his question adequately. "It hurts..." She was being fully honest as the ache in her nipples settled. "It is heavy and hard... my breasts are warm and pulsing now." He stepped into the bathroom, returning with the round mirror from the counter and held it in front of her. "Nod when you can see your breasts in it." He shifted it slightly and stopped when she nodded. "Look almanbahis giriş and see how beautiful your body is.*Magnificent breasts, rising as you breathe, the chain swaying.*Their size, their shape, their softness, perfect to the last detail. They are perfection, because, at this very moment, they are what I want. They please me perfectly, and as such are perfect." He lowered the mirror, placing it on the coffee table next to the bag of toys. "I'll wager you've never thought of your body as perfect before... but then you probably never really wanted it as I do now.*If one has a need, strong... urgent... and they find a source to meet that need, perfectly, then despite other possible flaws, it is in that moment, perfection, for the one who needs it. Your body, beautiful and curvaceous, meets one such need in me.... therefore, you are perfect. Perhaps... before our time is done," He reached forward and tugged lightly on the chain between her breasts, "we can find perfection for you as well." Her eyes glowed with lust and she slowly lost her nerve when he forced her to look at herself, as if for the first time. She licked her lips and at that moment the sensation of ache turned into intensified pleasure. Her nipples burned and she arched her back, which caused the chain to sway between her luscious globes. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the stranger again, grateful for the rush of strength and confidence his words instilled in her. This was becoming a life-changing experience and she looked forward to savoring every moment of utter delight and agony she'd live in his arms. The need to let go of her fears and inhibitions made her bolder than ever and she whispered with a low, sultry voice, "I only fear you'll ruin me for other men." He paused at her comment and gave her a quizzical look. ?Young lady... if other men had anything substantial to offer you, would you have ever entertained my offer and be here now? I submit to you that the lack of creativity on the part of your lovers and the utter lack of appreciation for your particular charms,? He drew a palm across her clamped nipples, cupped and squeezed her breasts as he said this. ?is part of what pushed you into my arms today, and that perhaps other men have no one to blame but themselves for their significant loss.? H e reached down and traced a finger over her shaved lips. ?Who do you shave your pussy for, young lady?*Do they feast upon your succulent flesh with any regularity? I find the smooth skin of yours quite erotic, but I know you did not engage in this grooming ritual for me.*Tell me, little one, why is your delicious, moist flesh maintained in such an exquisite manner?? He was correct in his assessment, and her body responded to his touch with another strong shiver. Just the simple touch of her clamped breasts sent sensations of pleasure through her entire being, mingled with the ache and longing. Her bottom lip trembled when she raised her breasts a little higher and whispered. "You are correct. Nobody ever thought I was worth their imagination... provided they had such. Or they were simply lazy." She blushed at his questions and ran her hands down her thighs as if she searched for some confidence. She rarely spoke in such an open manner, but this night transformed into a night when everything was possible and she felt she could be fully naked in every sense of the word. "Sex has always been a chore for me, not really all that different from my job. I go through the motions, say the right things, moan at the right places, but I very rarely climax." Her cheeks turned even redder. "And when I do it is usually with my eyes closed, as I imagine I'm somewhere else." She moaned as the chain started really heaving on her sensitive breasts. "Except when I play with myself. And I love touching my smooth skin, especially during a long bath. If I knew I'd meet you..." She whispered in seductive voice, "I'd shave my pussy just for you and not myself. I'd want to look and feel special for your touch." She gasped as his fingers touched her moist folds. He smiled as she spoke, his hand reached into the bag, removed two wide leather straps with heavy D-rings on one end. He let the straps dangle from his index finger and moved behind her. One hand touched the inside of her elbow, then caressed down to her wrist, gripped it firmly and then drew it behind her. He pressed her forearm into the small of her back. ?Keep this here.? That was all he said before he gripped her other wrist and crossed her arms behind her.