Mike and Carla: Sixth Part
As H labored away in his modest hotel suite in Dubai, sexual frustration gnawed at him. He'd been there for a little over a week, and every attempt at flirting had failed - not even a hint of interest. Typically, he would find someone to hit on in the hotel bar, either travelers or fellow business people, but this time, there was nothing. He knew he'd have fun once returning to the UK, but there was still plenty of business left unfinished in Dubai.
The thought of Carla's picture of the second bead did little to lift his spirits. He had enjoyed playing with them, and now that Lucy was opening up to Carla, there was so much more fun to be had.
The door buzzed in the hotel, and a meek voice called out, "Room service." H responded promptly, "Yes, yes, come in."
A different maid was this time, a young lady, perhaps 22 years old, petite and barely reaching five feet in height. She wore the usual Muslim Hijab headgear for the maids in the hotel; trousers and a wrap-around tabard top that fastened down the side.
H didn't pay much attention, as he'd always had a penchant for curvier women and found the maid a bit too young and too small for his liking. She had small, petite breasts, despite the snug fit of her uniform around them. But he had to admit, her nipples were erect, poking through the fabric, and he could clearly see the nipple bars of her pierced breasts.
She busied herself with the chores, working her way from the bedroom to the en-suite, down the small kitchenette next to the lounge - everything was quite compact. As she cleared the used coffee capsules from the counter, she offered to make him a drink, which he accepted gratefully.
The air conditioning unit in the kitchen was blasting cool air, giving the maid a brief respite from her duties. The cool air caused her small nipples to stand out.
She presented his drink - an espresso coffee - and H's interest in her changed instantly. He commented casually,"Well, I wasn't expecting that!" He wondered aloud,"Not so much of a good Muslim girl?"
The response left him startled. "Not so much of a good tipper are you?" she replied confidently. She turned to collect her things and leave.
H couldn't help but think about the encounter. He quickly cleaned himself and the mess up, then got back to his work on the laptop.
A few hours later, H stepped out of the shower, his black body still glistening with moisture. He briefly grabbed his semi-hard dick and took a picture with his phone. He sent the photo with the caption, "Missing it?" to both Mike and Carla via WhatsApp.
While Mike missed it, both he and Carla sent thumbs up emojis, signaling their understanding of the situation.
Carla's reply, however, left H feeling unsettled. "You're not the only black guy with eyes for me, while the cat's away and all that." She followed her response with a tongue-out emoji.
Dressed and ready for dinner, H couldn't shake the idea of the young maid from his mind. He felt his frustration mount due to the lack of attention. On his way to dinner, he encountered the same maid, coming out of another room. "Good evening, sir," she said professionally. H, still determined to seduce her, declared, "Could you drop off an extra pillow? I should be back from dinner around 8:30, and I'll make sure to have a generous tip for you." The maid merely nodded and promised to drop it off soon.
H decided to have a drink at the bar before eating. He ordered an Old Fashioned short cocktail and made a few attempts at flirting with an older woman sitting near him, who appeared around mid-50s. She wasn't much older than Susan, but her face and body had clearly been enhanced with fillers and Botox. She'd had breast implants at some point, and she had an impressive set of curvy hips. H flirted with her, forgetting about the maid he wanted.
Suddenly, Susan mentioned an older gentleman - her "new" husband - walking through the lounge. The man's expensive dinner jacket and huge Breitling watch revealed his wealth.
Just as H began to think he might find enjoyment elsewhere, Susan and her husband parted ways, and he and the older gentleman headed to their respective dinners. [The End]
The last swig of Merlot passed H's lips, it was 8:45 pm, he aimed to get back to his room by 9, hoping the maid would take his hint. He swiftly strolled up to his suite. True to his plan, the maid had taken his hint and was waiting in the storage room at the end of the hallway. She caught a glimpse of his towering figure and began to approach.
"Good evening, sir," she greeted professionally. He tapped his keycard on the door and they both entered his room. "Pillow?" he asked.
"We both know you don't need extra pillows, there are some in the wardrobe. What do you really want?" she said seductively, looking up at him.
Riding the high of the wine, H felt more confident than usual. "I want to know how sensitive your nipples are and how dark they are," he said.
"Tough! Strip!" she instructed, not expecting it. H began to unbutton his white shirt and stood there showing his bare chest.
"No! Strip! Everything!" she demanded more firmly.
"Okay!" he said cockily and threw off his shirt. He undid his belt and slid down his boxers. He wasn't used to being told what to do.
She circled around him, brushing her fingers across his chest, around his back, and then stood in front of him. His dick was starting to come to life, but it wasn't completely hard.
"That isn't good enough for me," she snapped. "soft." As her hand hit his dick, he experienced a sting that shot up from his balls. It wasn't a playful slap. "Who the hell is this girl?" he wondered.
"There's too much male dominance in this country and I enjoy turning the tables. If you want to see more of me, you'll do as you're told, okay?" she instructed.
H nodded and began to work his dick, waiting for it to be hard enough for her.
She unzipped the side of her uniform top and slid off her pants. Her thong was all that remained on her. She sat on the sofa and spread her legs. Her pubic hair was thick and black above her slit, but she was shaved everywhere else.
"Taste my pussy," H took a step forward, but she stopped him. "Don't move! Say yes, Miss Zara!"
"Yes, Miss Zara," H mumbled. He opened her legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders between them. He could detect the faint smell of her body spray from earlier in the day, but the inviting scent of her arousal overpowered it.
"Don't move until I've cum," Zara ordered. He worked her clit and hole with his tongue before looking up. Zara had ditched her work top and was now wearing only her hijab.
"Don't move or it'll be worse for you," she warned. He could tell she was close to climaxing. "Suck on my clit now!" she yelled as her orgasm approached. Her body trembled as her orgasm surged through her.
"Stop!" Zara told him as the intensity of herorgasm subsided.
H got up, and went to the table, which doubled as his workstation. He laid across the table, not moving, and didn't look at her. Zara walked to the bedroom, grabbing his belt from his chinos.
CRACK!! He felt immense pain as the belt connected with his skin. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.
"Don't you dare move. You're being a little bitch," Zara said calmly. CRACK!! The pain intensified, he didn't say another word.
"Yes, Miss Zara, I'll fuck you and your friend." H replied.
Zara stepped to the bed and got on all fours. H crawled behind her, holding her slim, toned ass in the air, her wet pussy preparing to receive him. "I'll teach this bitch a lesson." He thought as he pushed inside her. He could feel that she couldn't handle his full length.
"Fuck me NOW you bitch!" Zara snarled as she was filled with his black dick. This thought invigorated H, flipping the typical roles of dominance and submission. He thrust vigorously, feeling her grow tighter as her orgasm surged through her.
The guy only spent around 90 seconds inside her, and then his balls tightened as he released streams of cum into her, causing her to climax around his massive penis.
Afterward, Zara said, "I thought you'd be better. I've had bigger dicks before." She then wiped herself on his pillow. "Here's a little reminder of how inferior you are." She smiled mockingly, quickly dressed, and said, "I'll take a tip from your wallet." He yelled back at her as she left the suite.
This acclaimed alpha male questioned himself, "What on earth just happened?" He had always been in control, but this petite girl had just taken control of him. However, she made him cum so intensely.
H is an early riser. By 6:30 a.m., he was up and heading to the hotel's gym. Maids roamed the hallway, but he couldn't determine who would show up later. He went through a warm-up routine and swam some laps. He then decided to conclude his workout with time in the steam room and sauna.
In the sauna, he encountered Roger, Susan's husband. "Hello again," Roger greeted him, extending his hand. "I'm H," he responded, taking a seat across from Roger. These types of conversations were always beneficial for business networking.
"What brings you here, H? Are you a resident?" Roger inquired. "Some face-to-face meetings," H explained. "I work in finance, primarily property-based transactions and some investment in classic cars. It's just a hobby of mine."
Roger suggested that he provide his contact information at dinner, adding, "I might have some opportunities for you, H." He then exited the sauna.
Several hours later, H was immersed in his financial paperwork. When the door buzzed, "housekeeping" was announced as the door slightly opened. A completely contrasting person from Zara entered. "Hi, I'm Haniya, Zara's friend," she said cheerfully. She was an attractive, young woman with a silky, golden-brown complexion, deep brown eyes, huge breasts, a large ass, and a belly. Her thighs were also thick.
H admired her form, so he beckoned her to come closer to his workspace. "What do you want from me, Haniya?" he inquired.
"I've always wanted to worship a large black penis," she confessed.
Remembering the encounter with Zara, he instructed, "Say it again, but in front of me." He took off his boxers and sat down. "Now, strip naked and lie down on the bed. You're going to make yourself cum before you see my dick." He reveral to his dominant position.
Haniya complied, removing her trousers and panties, which already revealed a damp crotch. "Play with yourself," H commanded, making her close her eyes. "Keep your eyes open when you do so and look at me." She followed his instructions and moaned loudly. "Tell me what you want," H prompted, deriving pleasure from listening to her pleas for his penis.
"I want your massive black dick inside me," she uttered between breaths, her legs trembling as she neared orgasm. She suddenly spoke in a language he couldn't comprehend.
"Open your eyes and look at me while you're doing it," H told her, watching as she climaxed, her legs shaking. Her eyes were fixated on him as she moaned loudly. "Can I see it now?" she questioned, sensing that his erection was substantial.
H undressed and sat next to her. "I'm deciding how to penetrate you," he said, stroking himself. "Stay still on your back," he instructed.
He positioned himself between her legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. Despite her larger size, she was amazingly flexible. H tried to insert his tip into her, but found it difficult initially.
"Relax, baby," he soothed. He gradually pushed forward, and the tip of his penis started to open her up.
"No!" she cried.
"Stay still," he insisted, penetrating her with more force.
"Shh! Do you want this?" Haniya nodded, and she grabbed the pillow with both hands above her head, biting her bottom lip. She had wide, desperate eyes, almost pleading, "Please say that's it," she panted. H looked down and smiled, "About a third," he stated as he pushed further into her.
Haniya began to shout, possibly in Arabic, as she started to cum. H didn't understand, but he saw the signs, and with one final push, she took every inch of him inside. She went completely quiet as her orgasm swept through her body. He admired his work, continuing to fuck her slowly.
He picked up the pace, growing faster and faster, her breathing became labored as she came again. This time, she pulled him in to kiss her as she came harder than the first orgasms she'd ever had. H pulled out and ejaculated all over her face and hijab, shooting thick jets of cum, one after the other.
H examined the mess he'd made but then heard a knock at the door. "What in the world?" he thought.
He opened the door, still naked, and smiled sheepishly at the hotel employee. The man apologized, explaining he was trying to locate the maid for this floor, as her cleaning cart had been there for a while.
H said he was sorry, self-conscious about the situation, that there had been a mess on the floor and she'd wanted to get everything cleaned up, and kindly apologized again for the disturbance before closing the door.
Haniya came into the living room, cleaned up her face. "May I clean your room again?" she asked. "Maybe Zara can help tomorrow?" H said.
She quickly got dressed and left.
H had enjoyed fucking her; it was the tightest pussy he'd had in a while; and he'd always relished being dominant, but also loved to satisfy. The day he'd spent in meetings brought thoughts of Carla to his mind.
As the afternoon wore on with only one more client to see, he fantasized about both maids at the same time. He wondered about the dynamics.
When he was finally in the airport, his mind continued to wander back to the two maids, both with different sexual appetites. "What would the dynamics be?" he kept thinking.
Afternoon came the email from his boss, indicating he had planned a flight for H after his last meeting.
"Afternoon," the email read, "I know it's your last meeting this afternoon, so I've managed to get you onto an 8 pm flight (business class! what a jerk), catch up at the office at lunchtime tomorrow." Steve, his boss, emailed, channelling his inner David Brent from The Office TV show, leaving H unamused.
Although he loved returning home after traveling for work, he was disappointed. "I've got to go!" he thought, and as he walked the hallways, he kept one eye open for any sign of Zara or Haniya. Their familiar corporate clothes made them hard to identify, so he eventually gave up and retreated to his room.
H listened to the elevator ding on the 9th floor, and the doors slid open to reveal Haniya. "Hey!" he spoke, and her eyes brightened.
Regretting he wouldn't have time to play, H explained he had an early flight, and security would take at least an hour, before he could get through.
"Please cum in my mouth before you go," she requested, looking sad. H almost reprimanded her, "I really have to get a move on."
Haniya uncovered her massive 38HH breasts and began performing oral sex on him. "Beg for my cum!" he demanded, knowing this would make him cum faster.
Haniya complied, unable to resist his command, working his dick with her tongue as he tightened his thighs in preparation to cum. She opened her throat and swallowed the first blast of his cum. He aimed his dick at her tits and witnessed the cum and saliva drench her breasts.
"That looks so hot," H said, asking if he could take a picture. Haniya nodded and stepped into the frame, cupping her cum-soaked tits, as H photographed the scene before him. He passed her the phone, requesting she text her number. She added him as a contact, then turned on her phone, everyone except H could see the evidence on her phone.
In a flash, they were both packed, and he was waiting for the concierge car.
Haniya examined the tip amount she'd written as H. She didn't want to show him while counting, as he was kind and she'd gladly shell out money just to have that dick again - a "win-win" situation in her mind.
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