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Midnight Maid Service 1 by loyalsock
Date: 6/18/2016, Categories: First Time Interracial Sex, Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... bliss and, hopefully, back to sl**p. Soon that familiar feeling began to slowly build in my balls. It just came down to how fast I wanted to find release. Suddenly, I was distracted by a flash of light through the French doors into the bedroom. Light that looked a lot more like daylight than a lamp. It dawned on me that I had never reset my alarm clock since I was in Los Angeles, I was figuring in my head L.A. to London is eight hours ahead and Johannesburg is one hour ahead of London, so that made it just after 9 a.m. Great, all the door slamming that woke me was the door to my own room. In the process of still doing my lightning fast time change calculations, the door had opened and looking in on me was the maid. What she was looking at, with her own look of surprise, was me reclining naked in bed with one hand still wrapped around my cock, as the porn film played on in the background. Perhaps the first big surprise was that with all of this unexpected excitement and the introduction of math, my cock had stayed as hard as a rock. Make no mistake, I'm not hung anything close to a horse, a porn star or even the guys you read about in most of those "letters" magazines, but I still feel like I can hold my own. Well, at least no one has ever complained about it to me personally, as it's thick enough that my thumb and index finger don't quite meet when they wrap around it and about two or three inches stuck out above my hand when I stroke down to the base. That would ...
... be pretty much the view the maid was getting right now too. It was hard to make out exactly what she looked like, as my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden influx of light into the room. The light created a kind of aura around her that left me able to make out little more than a silhouette. The outline enticed me, as her breasts looked to definitely be bigger than a handful and her body, while not the tight, taut bodies of the girls in the movie, still had the hint of some curves. The one thing I was sure of though was that she wasn't looking away. "Hi," I said, in hopes of breaking the ice. "I didn't realize it was quite so late in the morning, as I forgot to reset my alarm clock last night," pointing toward the clock with my left hand and sort of chuckling. I did nothing with my right hand though and that was where her focus remained. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off my right hand wrapped around my stiff cock. So I decided to press my luck a little bit. After all, this was my room and I was right where I belonged. So, slowly, I began to stroke my cock once more, focusing not so much on the speed, but the tightness of the stroke as the upward motion seemed to bring all the bl**d into the head so it was almost glowing red in comparison to the rest of my pasty white flesh. "Do you like what you see?" This seemed to snap her back to reality for a moment, as she and turned her head away briefly. "I'm so sorry sir," she stammered. "I ...