Codes: MF, cons, oral, anal, squirt
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I was tired. All day I had been racing around the hotel, running errands for guests and fulfilling all of their wishes. Don't get me wrong, I do not hate my job, I love it but during high season the hotel is always packed with ever-demanding tourists. No time for breaks, just running around.
I was walking fast down the hallway pushing a cart along to deliver room service to an older couple when someone stepped from around the corner and bumped into me. At the speed I was going, I couldn't stop in time or prevent the cart from falling over. The cart was knocked over and everything spilled on the ground. On top of that, because of my momentum, I lost my balance and stumbled over the cart onto my hands and knees.
"Shit! Look what you did." I said very annoyed, gesturing at the spilled food and drinks. "My boss is going to kill me!" I angrily turned towards the woman. She hadn't stumbled and I followed her endlessly long smooth legs upwards. She was standing with her hands on her hips looking down at me with a cocked eyebrow. We locked eyes and my anger suddenly subsided at seeing the beautiful woman, currently esteemed guest of the most expensive suite in the hotel. "Oh, miss Swift. Uh-- I didn't mean to yell like that. I'm so-- I'm terribly sorry. My apologies."
Taylor Swift cocked her head at my aggressive response but smiled gently as I apologized. "I understand your frustration, running around all day can be very tiring. And don't worry about your boss, I'll pay for this and explain it to him."
"Would you really do that?" She nodded and my heart melted as a wide smile appeared on her pretty face.
"For a handsome guy like you? Naturally." Taylor winked and walked past me. My eyes followed her as if they were glued to her body, her ass swaying with her strut. A few paces further she stopped and I quickly looked away not to get caught staring at her. Taylor slowly turned around and had a devilish smile on her face. "You know what? I'll also tell your boss you could use a break. Why don't you come by my suite in fifteen minutes? I know a way to help you rid yourself of frustration, a way to help you relax."
I simply nodded and stared at her gorgeous shape until she disappeared around another corner. I quickly cleaned up the hallway and delivered fresh room service to the older couple who did not notice the delay.
About ten minutes later, my boss had told me that I deserved a break and I was nervously walking down the corridor towards room 601, also known as The Penthouse. Situated at the top floor with a clear view of the beach and surrounding city, it was the most expensive suite in the hotel. The bedroom, bathroom, living quarter and kitchen were very spacious. A private hot tub was available on the large balcony. Most of the time, The Penthouse was occupied by rich businessmen or celebrities and at this moment by a sexy blonde songstress, Taylor Swift.
I knocked on the door only to find it unlocked and slightly ajar. "Miss Swift?" I called out and got no response. Maybe she forgot to close the door behind her, I thought to myself. I debated whether to enter or wait at the door. After another five to ten minutes patiently standing outside, I decided to enter. The Penthouse was epically decorated; state-of-the-art furniture and all provided facilities were high-tech. I looked through the window to my left and got a wonderful view of the beach and the ocean expanse beyond.
This sight always made me dreamy but was prevented from drifting into a daydream when I heard a noise. At first I thought it was nothing and looked back at the gorgeous view while waiting for Taylor. But only moments passed before I heard it again, this time clearly coming from the bedroom. Maybe Taylor did not forget to close the door, but someone had broken into the hotel room. I slowly and carefully made my way to the bedroom and after hearing the noise for the third time, I realized it wasn't just any sound. It was the sound of someone moaning.
Just like the door to the suite, the door to the bedroom was open. Through the crack I saw Taylor Swift sitting on the edge of her bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide and her hand in between, energetically rubbing her clitoris. The other hand was caressing her thigh of her long velvety legs and moved up over her flat stomach to grab and squeeze her small breasts and pinch her cute pink nipples.
I was captivated by the blonde goddess pleasuring herself and almost choked on air when the hand fondling her folds inserted two fingers in her wet hole. Taylor gasped and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her fingers pumping her pussy. Her moaning got louder and her body thrashed as she was hit by an orgasm. I saw droplets of her glistening juices running down the inside of her thighs and she licked her wet fingers, moaning at the taste of her own pussy juices.
"Are you going to keep standing there?" Taylor suddenly said and looked up at me. A teasing smile appeared on her pretty face. "Or join me?"
