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Evan Grealey swiped his badge at the end of the hallway, pushing his way through the door labelled ‘housekeeping’, muttering under his breath. “How many fucking towels do those people go through? One for each arm, one for each leg? One for each arse cheek? Fuck!” He needed to pick up a spare spa key for Zara from the housekeeping staging room before heading up to a suite on the eighth floor for the second time today. Not one with frayed corners like yesterday, the notes said.Here at the Dorchester Hotel, the clientele was varied, but usually quite reasonable. Occasionally, though, the staff ran into those who proved to be very difficult indeed, the self-important types who believed themselves to be above those who served them. Maybe Evan could find a dead carpet beetle or pluck a pubic hair to enclose in the folds of that non-frayed towel.Pulling the inner door open, he stopped in his tracks, shocked by what he saw.Feydra, one of the housekeepers, was pounding her fingers on the keyboard of the department laptop computer, then shot to her feet and pulled the lid closed, but not before Evan saw at least two seconds of the video displayed on the screen. A woman was most definitely naked, her back toward the camera, her hips bucking furiously, evidently riding on top of someone else.“Whoa, hey…” Evan said audibly while Feydra pretended to reach for something on the other side of the computer.“Oh, hello, Evan,” she replied in her low, smooth, accented voice, obviously hoping he hadn’t seen. “I just finished with the Seventh Floor East, and, um, needed to make a note.”“Uh, huh. What were you watching there?”Feydra thought for a moment, her eyes searching, then replied quietly, “Oh, you saw that?”“Looked like a naked woman.”“Yes, I think. But I wasn’t watching. It just came up, really.”“Ha, that’s what I told my girlfriend once.” Evan fancied Feydra, so he didn’t want to do anything mean like berating or teasing to make her dislike him. She was sweet, did her job well, and even brought snacks for the staff on occasion.Besides, he wasn’t in the habit of making attractive women upset with him. She was a Persian beauty – he knew that, because although she was typically very mild-mannered, she once ripped into a workmate who mistook her Farsi for Arabic – with a thick but very understandable accent, lush thick dark hair and big dark eyes and eyebrows to match. He had occasionally imagined what treasures were hidden under the less-than-flattering uniform dress and apron the hotel required Mersin Escort her to wear.“I’m sorry, really, do not get me in trouble. I was not watching.” He wasn’t her boss, but she felt that his seniority would enable him to bring any of the housekeepers’ aberrant behaviour to a supervisor’s attention. “I found this drive in the suite. The guest left it.” Her shiny blue fingernail tapped a thumb drive sticking out of a USB port. “I was just curious, that’s all.”Evan read aloud the drive’s label, handwritten letters on a bit of masking tape. “X X X. Hmmm, I don’t blame you. I’d be curious too.” She tried to stop him from opening the lid, but his wink and smile assured her, “Your secret is safe with me.”“There is no secret,” she said defiantly. “It just started.”When he opened the lid, they both stared for just a few seconds. The video had continued to run, and now the woman, apparently Chinese, and Evan guessed in her late thirties, had her face in the camera, hair and tits flopping as a guy was ramming her forcefully from behind. Feydra looked embarrassed, but she sure was glad to have made sure the sound was muted. Evan tapped the screen to stop the video and ejected the USB media.“I promise. I found it in the suite. I was curious,” Feydra said nervously, her eyes glossy with the beginning of tears. “You cannot try to get me in trouble. I will just tell them the truth, that I was not watching. It just started by itself.”Evan pushed the drive back in. Sure enough, within a few seconds, a dialogue box came up on the screen, something apparently in Chinese with a button with Chinese characters. He tapped the button, and after a black window flashed, the video player started. The Asian woman was sitting in an ornate chair, dressed in some kind of flowing dress, as a man was led before her by two other scantily-clad women.“Looks like it may be interesting,” he said, stopping the video and disconnecting the drive as he had done before. “And from what I saw, it gets more interesting.”“I was not watching. I just tapped ahead in the movie for just a second. But see, it started automatically.”“Yes, okay, I believe you. I’m not going to say anything. But I admit, I am curious, too.”“You would watch something like that?”“Mmm, I might. I guess I would start it, and see if it was something I’d like to continue.”“Oh?” Feydra raised her eyebrows and smiled for the first time since he walked in on her.“From what I saw where you tapped ahead to… I think Mersin Escort Bayan I’d continue. And with the sound on.”“Are you working tomorrow? I could lend it to you tomorrow.” She smiled shyly.“No, I’m off the next two days, and work overnights for the weekend.” He smiled. “So, you want to watch it, too?”“I might. Maybe I would start it and see.” They both laughed.He held out the drive toward her, then pulled it back. “Or, I could make a copy.”“So curious, you cannot wait until next week?”“You live out toward Newham, don’t you? You take the tube home after work?”“Why?” she asked nervously.“I have a car. Seriously, I can take you home tonight. We can stop by my flat and I’ll make a copy, then drive you home.”· – ~ | ~ – ·“Oh, Feydra, ooohhh!” Evan’s balls tightened against the Persian beauty’s perineum, his shaft buried deep inside her vagina, massaged to a thunderous orgasm by her contracting pelvic muscles. “Uuuuhhh, f-f-fuucccckk…” His orgasm released a torrent of semen, filling the condom sheathing his erection as he rammed it into her. His weight had her pinned, legs spread wide, panting, writhing, digging her pretty blue nails into his clenching buttocks.Continuing to pump into her for the next two minutes, he tried to get her off, but he was spent and growing soft. He pulled out and immediately replaced his cock with his fingers. Sensing Feydra was close to orgasm, he was intent on getting her off, a little worried about leaving a negative first impression if he wasn’t able to satisfy her. As the evening had progressed, he had felt more and more attracted to her exotic beauty, especially when they started removing their clothes, revealing her skin and frame to be every bit as lovely as he had imagined. He certainly fancied another fuck with her sometime soon, and thought the best way for her to be agreeable would be for him to ensure her sexual climax.He slid his middle and ring fingers into her centre, soaking them with her warm juices while his index finger and pinky nestled into her wet pubic hair. She thrust upward to encourage quicker stimulation, rewarded with the sensation of his palm mashing into her clit. “Oh, yes, oh, there!” She was too excited at the very real chance of having an orgasm to be embarrassed by the squelching noise coming from between her legs.Evan sucked her dark, swollen nipple, fingering her deeply, feeling her firm little nub under his palm, intent on giving her the same pleasure he had gotten. She licked Escort Mersin and panted into his ear as he finger-fucked her, then grabbed his wrist firmly. “Uhh, just outside.” Plenty of thick, creamy vaginal lubrication made the motions of his fingers swirling around her plump labia and engorged clit slick and smooth. “Uhh, harder,” Feydra panted, eyes closed, head back, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed, pelvis thrusting upwards.Evan smiled as he sucked harder on her teat. He needn’t be concerned about leaving her unsatisfied. Grinding harder into her pussy, pinching her labia between his fingers as he manipulated her firm little bud, he felt her heavy breathing and pronounced undulations morph into a shuddering orgasm.As the two of them lay there, calming, the erotic discomfort of the sweat and smell of their spirited sex clung to them. Evan tasted the slightly sticky and salty flesh around Feydra’s nipples as she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.“Mmm, that was amazing,” Evan finally said.“M-hmm,” she sighed. “It was.”“You are such a beauty.” He attached his lips to the skin just below her ear, at the junction of her neck and cheek.“Mmm, well, thank you.” She squirmed.“Beautiful skin,” he continued, laying his fingers in her pubic hair for a moment before gliding it to her hip, over her stomach, and up to a breast. “Beautiful curves.”After kissing her lips and neck and tits a few times, he climbed off the bed, holding the condom at the base of his dick. Standing, he stroked and wiggled his softening pecker for a few strokes to make sure it was drained completely.As Feydra looked on with an amused smile, he squeezed downward, trapping his spunk inside the condom as it slipped off. He dropped it in the bathroom bin and grabbed some tissues, thrilled at the sight of his new lover climbing out of bed with her eyes on him.“You need a few?” He handed her some tissues.She giggled. “Thank you. Yes, I am quite messy.” She took the tissues and wiped between her legs, flexing her knees.“The good kind of messy.” He stepped up to her, hand around behind her waist and then dropping to squeeze an arse cheek as he pulled her close for a quick wet kiss. “So sexy.”“Mmm, such a gentleman. Compliments.” She welcomed his other hand clamping a tissue into her crotch. “Helping me clean up… after giving me such an orgasm.”“And offering you a drink. I’m getting some water. You want some?”“Okay, yes.” After they discarded their slimy tissues, Feydra followed Evan into the living room, where they had watched the video on his TV before giving themselves over to their lusts. He was delighted by her lack of modesty, as she made no attempt to find her clothes or cover up, comfortable with her display of nudity after the passion of their fuck had subsided.

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