My Manager, Shweta and Me as Maids

My manager Shweta mailed me a document for a special purpose she didn’t disclose. She informed me about a guest, an Irish man, an old professor, Ron. He was visiting a nearby university. He will stay in our hotel tomorrow and for the next 3 days.

Later, she came to my desk and explained to me the task in the meeting room alone. She chose me as I am young and beautiful. She explained to me how to perform intimate massages and much more in detail, also about the liking of the Professor, our roles etc.

I was quite nervous as it was my first time in the presence of Shweta. When done with intimate massages, I have done it very safely.

Shweta was a smart, beautiful woman in her late 40s with a curvy figure of 38D-32-38. She was married and had two adult kids.

And I am Neelam. I am a newly joined trainee at 26 years old with a 32B-28-34 figure size. Shweta mam was strict and often assigned me some work-related tasks, but this was a little intimate.

Generally, Shweta rarely calls for such sessions because of the hotel’s reputation. But for a few high-profile clients and good money, we don’t deny it.

I knocked at his room door. My duty was over, and he opened the door. He was an old, round, fat man with a big white beard. He was talking on the phone and holding a wine glass in his hand.

He was standing in a white towel robe. He disconnected the phone and got on the side. “Hello, Miss!” He said politely as I entered the room and I greeted him. He closed the door and hugged me. He was smelling great.

“You look like a lovely young lady. Where is Shweta?”

“She’ll be here in 5 minutes,” I said.

He kept his hand on my waist. Before proceeding, he asked me the rules, ‘dos and don’ts,’ which I am comfortable with. Shweta already had explained to me. Same I explained to him and he agreed.

Soon, Shweta came, and she locked the door. I opened the flexible massage table stand on all four legs and put a towel on it for Ron’s comfort.

Before he was about to take off his robe, he asked, “Shweta, can I see you and Neelam in my favourite outfit.”

“Yeah, sure, I am wearing it underneath.” she smiled.

“Then you should show me.” He said.

Shweta handed me a packet and asked me to change it in the bathroom. I went inside the bathroom and opened the packet. It was a sexy, tiny maid costume. It was a big surprise for me.

I removed my dress and wore it. I didn’t expect to look like that, but it was a hot slutty outfit. As I entered the room, Shweta was already standing in heels and the same outfit. Her official dress was off. Ron was holding her in his arms.

She was looking totally sexy whore with her big hips exposed in a tiny black thong panty. I never thought her hips would be so massive. Shweta and Professor looked at me, and he got excited.

“Aaah.. what a young, sexy maid. Come here, sweetie.”

I went close to him, and he kissed my hand.

“I am very lucky today.” Saying that he kissed Shweta and my shoulder.

Shweta opened Ron’s robe and rubbed his nude belly and chest.

“Let’s start the massage, naughty professor.”

Ron was a gentleman, and he lay face down on the table. Shweta began to massage his back and neck with oil and I did his feet. Shweta massaged his ass, and he moaned as she spanked her oily huge bum.

Her spanks were hard, and noise filled the room. She spanked him more than 10 times.

“Naughty professor, here is your reward.” Like an evil BDSM mistress, she made his ass cheek red.

“Alright, turn.”

As he turned, we can see his hard thick penis. It was fully erect with glowing with precum.

“Ooh, someone is enjoying our hands deeply.”

“Hu hu, oh yeah, can’t wait to feel your hands on the front side.”

Saying that Ron’s hand squeezed Shweta’s ass and moved more inside the buttcrack. Shweta was rubbing his huge chest.

“Feels like you are too wet and need my tongue,” Ron murmured.

“Yeah, but not before teasing your hard-on.”

I came up and started massaging his chest, and his nipples were quite erect. His big hands were hovering all over my ass and thighs. His eyes were semiclosed, and he was enjoying pleasure.

“You are too hard. Let’s shift some pleasure down here.”

It was the main part I needed to learn as I needed to repeat the same later. She took her balls in her right hand and cock in her left with her fingers tightly wrapped around it.

“Oh girl…aahh, your strong fingers feel great there.” Ron shivered as Shweta held her cock.

She was squeezing his shaft and massaging gently up and down right up to the cock head, pulling and pushing it while cupping and squeezing his balls.

“Oh, Shweta, you drive me crazy.” Ron moaned.

“Honey, Come sit on my face. I can’t wait.”

She left his cock and went near his face, “You naughty professor, Come smell my cunt.”

He moved his head slowly near her cunt, and his nose was there.

“How’s the smell?” Shweta teased.

“Amazing, would love to lick your juices,” Ron said.

“I am not finished playing with your cock yet. So you better smell my pussy.”

She pulled her thong down, and he stared at her spread thighs and showed him the hairy pussy. I saw her wet juices spot in the middle of her panty. She put her panties on the Professor’s nose, and it covered his entire face.

“Close your eyes and keep smelling it,” she ordered.

She returned and held her cock head tightly and circled it in her fist.

“Well, Professor, you are a little perv, so I got a punishment for you.”

She held her shaft tight, gave some tapping of fingers on his big tight cockhead a few times and then she hit a few slaps on the cockhead for like 5 minutes. Every time she did that, he shivered, and intensity increased.

Sometimes slapping it from the front cockhead and sometimes from the back cockhead. She was harsh and rough. Then she took a small metal rod that was on the table. It had round groves on the entire length and head. She lubed it well.

She inserted it in the middle of the erect cock and slowly and gently inserted it into his cock opening. He shivered as it went midway, and soon, the rod disappeared there. She pressed and cupped his balls while it was inside. She did it up and down, and he shivered more with moaning.

“So you want to feel me against your face.” Shweta teased him.

“Huh.”

“Ok, Neelam, you take care of his cock.”

I held his cock tightly and pressed it more, and Ron shivered. Shweta placed the metal rod back on the table.

“Listen, Ron. I need a good fucking licking, understood?” Shweta orders like some BDSM mistress.

“Yes, mistress, hop on”

She swings her leg on Ron’s face and gets it between her meaty cunt and commanding thighs.

Now I can see only her big ass and Ron’s face hidden the other way. When she did “uff”, I understood that Ron’s tongue pierced her pussy.

“Yeah, suck my fucking clit” Shweta yelled.

I was also super wet.

“Yeah, slurp every drop. Yes, like that. Hmmm,” Shweta moaned heavily.

Ron squeezed her ass harder in his hands. I held Ron’s cock and slapped her head, and tightly shook his cockhead to make him cum. His precum was everywhere my fingers were also wet.

“Yeah….go on, fucking lick it with the nasty tongue,” she hissed.

She was savagely fucking his face, suffocating him while staring deep in his eyes. Grasping his shaft firmly, I pumped it up and down my cock, and Shweta continued to straddle his face.

“Yeah, eat my slutty pussy.”

Those nasty chats were making me more horny. Now she was shaking her ass more, buckling her hips, and she moaned.

“Oh, god, yes, professor..yes, I’m going to cum.”

I understood she cummed in his mouth.

Shweta sighed, relaxing from her orgasm. I kept jerking him, and he shivered with the first spurt of his cum blasted, shot high and down on his belly and thighs. Soon, it was oozing and much got stuck on my hand.

I rubbed it gently on his balls and shaft. Shweta was still sitting on his face and watching it with her face turned to cock. She got up from his face and asked me to wipe my hands cum on his balls.

“Professor, Are you done?” Shweta giggled while asking.

He couldn’t speak with Shweta’s pussy in his mouth. She giggled more.

“Poor man.”

I was staring at his cock closely as it ceased to leak cum.

Slowly the erectness subsided, but his cockhead became big and really sensitive. Shweta me to touch the cock head with an encircled finger.

He shivered and moaned again.

“Yeah, my naughty professor, you aren’t free still.” She laughed.

I cupped his balls to comfort him more.

Shweta got down from his face, and he was lying silent. She slapped his cock head a few times, and he shivered on every slap. He felt bad for him. She asked me to change and leave the dress in the bathroom and leave the room. I did the same.

I changed immediately and took the massage table and left the room in a hurry. In between, Ron thanked me. He was shifted onto the bed and lying nude. Shweta was talking to him and saw her rubbing his chest.

Shweta never discussed that incident again. If you like my story, do mail me reviews, your incidents, etc, at [email protected].