This is a true story that happened years ago. Names have been changed to protect the guilty 😆
"Thank you sir. Please let me know if I can do anything to make your stay more enjoyable."
I looked up at that last statement as she seemed to put extra emphasis on the "I". I had stayed at this hotel several weeks in a row for project work and I was starting to recognize the staff. She was the night manager and had checked me in most times. She was always friendly but her tone seemed suggestive this time.
Standing at 5'6" with long black hair, her uniform did nothing to hide some of the largest tits I had ever seen. Her smile was inviting.
I smiled back. "I definitely will."
I've always been told I'm an attractive guy: handsome, 6' tall, lean, athletic build like a basketball player. I'm in tech so I make a healthy salary and my dick is not small. In other words, I don't lack female attention. But this seemed different.
I didn't think much more about it as I rolled my luggage to my room and started to unpack. I like discipline and order as it breeds consistency and success.
I had just turned on the TV after placing everything where it belonged when I heard a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" I thought.
"Management." Said a familiar voice.
I looked through the peephole and the busty manager was outside the door.
I opened the door and smiled. "Hi. Liz, right?"
"Yes! I just wanted to check and see if I could do anything to make sure you have a great stay."
WTF?!
"Please come in."
She sauntered in and I was able to get a better look at her body. She wasn't athletically built but all of her padding was in the right places. Her ample ass stretched the seat of her khakis nicely.
"I noticed you come here every week, do you have a long project?"
"Yes, it will run about a year."
"And you'll be here every week?"
"Most weeks - yes."
My room had two queen beds. She sat on one and I sat opposite her on the other.
"Sounds like a lot of pressure"
"It can be."
"I can help you relieve some of that pressure." She gave me a wicked smile.
"I bet you can. Come here."
Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and began to undo my pants. She pulled my hardening cock out and began to massage it gently.
"Very nice." She whispered as she took the tip into her warm mouth. After a few seconds she stopped. "Just don't grab my head."
I filed that rule away for later. Apparently gagging wasn't her thing.
She picked up the tempo and gave me the best blowjob I had up to that point in my life. Her use of her mouth and tongue was masterful.