Tabitha arrived at "Lonely Hearts" motel, just on time, in order to assume the morning shift. She was one of the motel's maids and one of her chief duties was to deliver breakfast to the customers, as early as 8:00 am every morning. Of course, she had to do the dusting and cleaning up of the rooms as well, but that could wait until noon, when the rest of the maids would show up.
"Lonely Hearts" situated 120 miles due north of Mexico City, just next to A9 national road. It consisted of: a small parking area; a medium size swimming pool; a main building, which housed many facilities besides the manager's office; and two wings of 10 bedrooms each. Each bedroom was 12x12 feet and had a small toilette, cable TV and air conditioner.
If we were to compare its prices with those of the local hotels and motels, we would definitely find a significant difference, with "Lonely Hearts" being the cheapest. Thereby, it had been and was the home for many people, who were rather short in money and didn't want to pay through their nose for renting an apartment.
Tabitha was a 20 years old Latina of Afro-Mexican origin. Her father was a black North-American sailor, who spent most of his time traveling all over the world, and her mother was a Mexican native, who was devoted to her husband and daughter.
She was no more than 5'4'' tall, but her figure was pretty symmetrical and curvaceous. Shoulder-length curly black hair framed her oval face, while her exotic slanted eyes were black with the longest natural eyelashes anyone could possibly imagine. Her nose was thin and delicate with big and wide nostrils-inheritance from her father-which disclosed a rather insatiable nature, devoted to everlasting carnal pleasures. Two perfect rows of shiny-white teeth adorned her small mouth like pearl necklaces, and her fleshy dark red lips begged, like Homeric sirens, to be brutally bitten.
The skin was darkish and her pear-shaped figure was truly amazing. She was endowed with a very thin ring-like-waist; hefty 36 C twin throbbing orbs, crowned with large black aureoles and delicious protruding brown nipples; and wide hips, capable of containing heroes of an epic era. Her ass was big and round and a bit chubby- she ought to lose at least 5 pounds- but firm and toned to the maximum. The thighs were curvy and succulent and her calves were shapely and rather stringy.
Tabitha walked straight to the ladies locker room and peeled off her t-shirt and jeans. She unclasped and removed her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts, and took off her white knickers. Opening her locker, she chose a red satin g-string, which immediately wore, and a pair of white high heels along with her maid outfit- the management was very keen on the issue that all maids should wear g-strings, white high heels and no bra.
Tabitha wore her outfit, strapped the white apron on her shoulders and around the waist, put on the high heels and went straight to the kitchen. On a large table she found a tray loaded with the motel's typical breakfast and a financial newspaper. A small white paper indicated her destination: Room A4 Mr. Stevens.
Mr. Stevens was a 58 years old grey hair white man, recently divorced, whose wife had kicked him out of their home because he never seemed to earn enough money for sustaining their lives. He was a very kind and gentle person and Tabitha always wondered whether the afore-mentioned reason was the only one. He worked as a salesman in an insurance company and never fell behind with his payments, although his clothes were cheap and his car was a 20 years old model.
Mr. Stevens was 6 feet tall and had a solid built owing to the years he had spent as a construction worker at the times of his youth. His face was sun burnt and lightly wrinkled but he was very handsome. He was a bit fat on the belly but the hands and legs were muscular enough. Tabitha always felt sorry for him and never protested when he, teasingly, called her "daddy's little girl"-actually she loved the sound of it!
Tabitha: "Mr. Stevens, its Tabitha. Could you please open the door? I have brought your breakfast."
Mr. Stevens: "One moment Tabitha. I just got out from the shower. Give me a minute to wear my robe and I'll open the door... Come in darling."
Tabitha: "Thank you, sir."
Entering the room, Tabitha noticed that Mr. Stevens wore a half-opened short robe which barely covered the thighs. The view of his wet broad hairy chest and muscular shapely legs sent sweet lingering shivers crawling along her spine. She blushed and after taking a deep breath, she passed the tip of her tongue over the upper lip, collecting the beads of sweat which had gathered there.
Tabitha: "Where should I leave the tray Mr. Stevens?"
Mr. Stevens: "Let me take the newspaper... You can leave the tray over there... On the short table..."
Tabitha turned around and walked near the table, making sure to sway her hips as much rhythmically and sexily as she could. She knew that she could leave the tray there, just by bending her knees a bit and lowering her body vertically, but she chose the other option. First she got very close to the table and then began bending over, exposing her rear to Mr. Steven very slowly. The fabric of her mini outfit started to rise, uncovering inch by inch: first the back of her upper thighs, then the crotch along with the ends of her buttocks and finally the red string which was buried between her trembling plump hemispheres. As if it wasn't enough, she remained in that position for quite some time, wiggling her ass left and right, pretending to be cleaning the surface of the table with a white napkin.
Mr. Stevens had already sat on a chair, trying to read his newspaper, when he noticed Tabitha's naughty movements. His mouth opened wide and then a big smile immediately shone on his face. He rolled the newspaper and hit Tabitha's bum very gently. Tabitha squirmed a bit as if she had been caught off guard and turned around, straightening her skirt nervously.
Tabitha: "Ohhh! Mr. Stevens!"
Mr. Stevens: "You naughty girl! You shouldn't do that when your "Daddy" is here. Don't you know that it's dangerous to play with fire?"
Tabitha: "What did I do 'Daddy'? I am a good girl. I always try to behave."
Mr. Stevens: "You shouldn't show off your little bum and especially in front of your 'Daddy'. Where are your manners? Have you forgotten where you are? Maybe you need to be taught a lesson. You really need discipline."
Tabitha: "Oh no 'Daddy'! Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to show you my butt, it was an accident. Please forgive me 'Daddy'! Don't hurt my little butt. I beg of you! "
Mr. Stevens: "You need a good spanking! That's what I have to say. You know, the rules of the house are very strict and you must pay for it. I can't allow this to happen again. Come over here!"
Tabitha giggled and went towards Mr. Stevens, swaying her marvelous hips like a professional top model. Mr. Stevens ordered her to lie on his laps. Tabitha lay there, squeezing her bulky tits on his left thigh and her tummy on his right; then she raised her butt so as to give him better access and waited impatiently for the next turn of events.
Mr. Stevens rolled up her mini skirt, exposing her innocent-looking plump ass, and began to knead and massage the throbbing warm orbs like an expert baker. He couldn't stop pressing and squeezing the soft darkish flesh like a maniac, and especially liked the way it protruded between his knuckles, when he was deliberately 'squashing' it, using his fingers like pliers. Besides that, he relished very much parting her fleshy ass-mountains as much wide as he could, forcing the satin string to disappear inside her holes, while deeply inhaling, at the same time, the heavy odor of mixed sweat and sex juices which her body liberally diffused all over.
After having filled Tabitha's plump ass with numerous red marks- they weren't easily distinguished on her dark skin- of his fingerprints, Mr. Stevens took the rolled paper in his right hand and immediately landed a soft blow on it. Tabitha squirmed and let out a prolonged plaintive moan, especially conceived for melting the biggest iceberg of the world, in a fraction of a second.
Mr. Stevens needed to hear no more. He started pounding her almost naked buttocks with the paper, as if in frenzy, inflicting blow after blow with amazing precision, making sure to not hurt her too much. Having her whole body on air, supported only by Mr. Stevens thighs, Tabitha was 'ouching' and 'aouching' like a little girl, while she kept naughtily raising and lowering her calves, one after another, like a b-movie starlet.
Tabitha: "Aouchhh! Daddy! You are so mean! My butt is burning!... Ouch! Stop hurting my little bum! Please Daddy... I'll do everything you want..."
Mr. Stevens: "Your fat ass needs a severe punishment little girl. I have told you many times that you shouldn't expose your scantily dressed butt before me. Don't you know that it gets me excited? What would your mother say if she were here? Are you trying to seduce your old Daddy? What a little slut you are!"
Tabitha: "Mmmmm...Ouch!... Daddy! How could I seduce my old Daddy? I'm just Daddy's little girl... I have noticed the way you are looking at my buttocks every time I bend over... I just wanted to give you a perfect view of my little butt...I did it only for you Daddy... "
