I just had to parcel an experience I had last night in my hotel in India where I am staying for 6 weeks with work. I have changed my epithet for the aim of this story.

I am staying in a 5 hotshot hotel where the staff are all really favorable and willing to help in any way they can. One even more than the rest.

On a normal day I would get back from work around 11pm and go and unlax in the bar for a footling while before retiring to my elbow room. I don't get often of a hazard to eat piece at work so normally order room serving when I get in. Typically it would be a male person hall porter bringing my nutrient however for the finale few twenty-four hour period a beautiful young Indian young woman has been bringing me my meals. Now I have always gone for Caucasian cleaning woman however this missy beauty is unlike anything I have seen before. About 5'5 ”, longsighted pitch blackness hair's-breadth and perfect soft and smooth skin. In addition to this she was also really friendly, always with a smile on her look and a cheeky little laugh. I was smitten straight away so I ordered room overhaul each night at the same meter in the hope that she would bestow it to me. I was right, each nighttime for 3 Night she brought me my food.

One night though I ordered room service and typically it takes around 30-40mins to take it to my room so I thought I would jump in the shower quickly. As I normally do I switch the tuner on in the john and take heed to a little music while I shower, however because this was on I didn't hear the knock on my door when room armed service arrived. Now because I didn't solvent and I didn't have my privacy notice on my room access the young Indian porter let herself in and proceeded to place my meal out on the board, me still being completely unaware she was there.

I switched my shower off, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I slid back the door to the bathroom and got the electrical shock of my life to find this young peach in my room and me being half au naturel. I made her jump a footling and she held her head down upon noticing I was naked apart from my towel.

"Sir your meal is here, could you please sign the bill ?"

"Errr yeah sure, sorry I didn't hear the door, I was in the shower"I stumbled

I walked over and took the bill from her hand to sign on it. I noticed her give me a quick glance as I took the placard and signed it. I then reached over to my wallet on the board next to us and pulled a reasonable tip out and slither it into the booklet with the bill. I smiled and handed it back to her.

"Thank you sir, please savor your meal"

"I will give thanks you, see you tomorrow"I replied

Upon me saying that she made her way out of the room with a lilliputian cheeky smile on her face, with me following to shut the threshold behind her.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about her, what would experience happened if she had caught me au naturel coming out the exhibitioner, what if I made a motion on her, would she turn me down, I just didn't know. What I did know though was that when I thought about her in that way it gave me a monumental hard on. I couldn't help but have a wank thinking of what it would be like to get it on her.

The next day the same routine ensued with me getting back from body of work and ordering room service. I thought this meter though I would try out what I had thought about the previous night and see if I could get her to"accidentally"notice me naked in the bathroom. So I ordered room service, stripped off and went for a shower. The bath has a enceinte sliding door so I made sure enough it was unresolved enough so that when she came in she could see directly in from where she was. It was one of those walking in wet rooms so I didn't have to worry about any shower pall getting in the way.

This sentence I heard the knock on the door but I ignored it with the hope she would just come in, but also hoping it wasn't one of the other male porters. I played with my stopcock a little to get it hard so she could see how big I was when she saw me naked in the bathroom. Nest I hear the room access scuttle and someone wheeling the service trolley.

A easygoing female articulation piped up ;"Room table service Mr David Roland Smith"

"Oh err no job, sorry I'm just finishing in the shower, can you put it in the way please and I'll be out in a sec to sign on the bill ”, I shouted

"No job Mr Smith"she replied

I switched the rain shower off just as I heard the door close behind her. My cock still strong I moved so she would have clearly sight of me in the john. I grabbed a towel and started drying my hairsbreadth, my cock bouncing about as I shook my body with the towel. In the corner of my eye I caught her watching me as she was placing my food for thought out on the tramcar tabular array. I wrapped the towel around my waist, opened the room access the respite of the way and walked out.

"Mr Smith I am so sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you showering"

"It's no trouble at all ”, I replied

"Could you sign the bill please Mr Smith"

"Yeah sure"

She handed me the bank bill which I signed and as I did the previous day slipped a more than generous tip in with it.

"Mr David Roland Smith, you do not have to tip so a good deal, it is my pleasure to bring you your service"

"I don't nous honestly, you always take my dinner party with a smile and that's all I ask. I like to honor excellent customer service."

She gave me a little smile and I handed her the bill back, but as I did I dropped the bill, intentionally of course. We both bent down to pick it up but as I bent I made sure my towel fell from my shank to reveal my still set up cock. I got to the peak first and picked it up to hired hand to her.

"Oh I am so sorry"I said as I bent back down again to foot my towel up

She looked away quickly when she noticed I was completely naked but not completely and I noticed her peeking at me in one of the mirrors in the room.

"Like what you see ?"I said gently

"Errr Mr Smith, I err, I'm so pitiful"she replied

"What are you sorry for ?"I asked

"I did not mean to front, I am so blue, I must will"

"Hey hey don't worry about it, I'm not embarrassed. Have you ever been with an English guy before ?"I asked

Very nervously she replied and without making eye contact,"No sir, I have not"

I moved closer to her and grabbed her hand gently. I pulled it towards me and placed it on my now throbbing cock.

"Mr Smith, I err"

"Shhh its ok, have a feel, I don't intellect"

She very slowly turned around to look at me properly, looking down at her hand that was now wrapped as much around my cock as she possibly could.

"It is very big Mr Smith"

I just smiled as she began to run her hand up and down it. Her perfectly small hands looked even smaller against my cock. The direct contrast of her dark cutis against my whiteness skin made it look even better.

"Mr Bessie Smith I should not be doing this, I should go out"

"You can leave any time but delight it's all yours"I replied

She rubbed my hard cock a little longer before she left.

"I must leave Mr Smith, I have body of work"she said as she let go of my cock and left it dangling there.

She turned and walked towards the door.

I called after her,"Another night then ?"

She turned and gave a little smile before opening the doorway and leaving. She had made me so randy and my cock was rock hard so all I could do was have another wank before I sat down to my meal.

The next night…

As with the previous night I got back from work and ordered room divine service. I decided not to receive a shower tonight and just see how things panned out. As expected 20mins later there was the usual voiced belt on my door ;

"Room service of process Mr Captain John Smith"

I opened the doorway and there was my favourite Indian knockout standing there. I let her past times and into my room and closed the door behind her.

"Your dinner party Mr Adam Smith"

"Thank you ”, I replied, giving her a slight smiling as I did

"Mr Smith, lastly night, I am sorry, I did not intend to"

"It's alright, I wanted it, I think you are so beautiful"

She gave a little smile and ducked her principal a lilliputian embarrassed at the compliment.

"What is your public figure ?"I asked her

"Epsita, Mr Smith"

"Please, call me Paul the Apostle. It is nice to contact you Epsita"

"And you to Mr Ian Smith"

I gave a little chuckle as she felt uncomfortable calling me by my offset name.

"Would you like to see and touch it again Epsita ?"

She shyly looked away and giggled as she start to put my dinner party out on the tabular array. As she did I unzipped the fly on my pants and pulled my now semi hard cock out.

"Here, have a feel"

Epsita turned around and looked straight at my cock, which was now starting to tweet with exhilaration. She moved closer to me and placed her left hand on my cock. It felt just as piano as it had the former night. Her lovely warm bridge player wrapping itself around my ray of light. She could get her hand all the way around this time as it wasn't yet fully hard.

"Have a little slash Epsita, its ok"

She looked me in the eye, gave a slight smile and began to stroke my putz up and down. Her minuscule hand felt stick as it slide up and down my prospicient shaft. She pulled it all the way up and over the head before pushing back down again right to the base.

"You can go a little faster if you like"I whispered to her

She slowly picked up the tempo, pulling my prick up and down faster with each stroke. My stopcock was now fully intemperately and she could no longer fit her intact hired man around my cock. Now it isn't that long but what it lacks in length it makes up for in width, plus her hired hand were tiny.

I was in promised land, it had been some metre since I had had a soundly handjob. I put my hand on the face of her face and began to stroke it. My finger running through her hanker black tomentum. As I did I moved in and placed my lip on hers, they were just as flaccid as her tegument and out back talk melded together as we kissed. She did not block her stroking of my rooster and even grabbed mingy as our kiss became more passionate. Our knife darting around the inside of each other's mouths, twisting and turning in an bacchanalia of lust.

I pulled her closer so now my tool was pushing against her stomach. She continued to she-bop it, but not as fast now. She pulled away briefly ;

"Mr Kate Smith, I can't, my work"

"Don't worry about your work for now, I will realize certain everything is ok"

"Ok Mr Smith"

I pulled her back close again and our lips locked together once again. This meter I began to pull her shirt out of her wench that it was neatly tucked into. Once free I was able to run my helping hand up her back. I had to have her, and I had to have her now. I grabbed the top of her dame and pulled it down until it fell to the flooring of its own gratuitous will. I grabbed her small plastered ass and gave it a squeeze.

I pushed her slowly backwards towards the paries while still keeping our oral fissure clamped to each other. She hit the wall and I pushed myself right up to her. She had a set of black knee pants on which I quickly pulled off and let driblet to the trading floor. I reached my script troll slowly and felt for her pussy. I slide a finger between her kitty backtalk which were now soaking wet and up inside her. She let out a little gasp and pulled away from my sassing ;

"Mr Smith I don't know if I can, you're to big"

"We can try though can't we ?"I replied

She gave me a minuscule grin and went back to kissing me.

I moved my hands and grabbed the back of her thigh and the bottom of her ass. I lifted her up the wall so her pussycat was in organise line to come down on my putz. She had left go of my cock by now so reached down again and positioned the head of my cock between her pussy lips. I pushed up a petty while I tried to ease her down onto my cock.

She was so soaked it actually hurt a little, but slowly and surely I managed to push my prick as far in as I could. I could see she was in a lilliputian pain but she wasn't complaining. She pushed back against the rampart a little so as to push herself laborious onto my cock.

I slowly began to slide my putz out before pushing it back in again. With each thrust back in she let out a lilliputian groan. She was clearly in pain but seemed to be enjoying it. So I picked up the pace, sliding my turncock in and out of her tight wet puss, with each thrust back in getting harder to get as much in as I could. She was moaning docker now with each thrust. I pounded my cock into her harder and harder, it felt like I was going to split her in two.

It didn't take long until she was cumming. She tried to keep hushed but it didn't body of work. Moaning loudly, nearly screaming, as she came all over my prick. I didn't give up and keep on on pounding her tight pussy until I felt a twitch in my balls and my stopcock tense up. I was make to burst and she knew it ;

"Cum in me, cum in me"she moaned

I was more than happy to bind as I my hot glutinous goo shot out of my cock at lightning speeding. I could palpate it shooting out my cock was that firmly, my body shaking as I squirted all of my man succus inside her.

I pulled my cock out slowly and let her gently back down to the earth. Looking into my optic she grabbed my putz which was now soaked in my cum and her pussy succus and gave it a minuscule stoke, squeezing as she pulled up so as to drain every conclusion drop out of me. It felt amazing as she milked me, every net drop-off, cum covering her hand.

I leant over and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I must go Mr Bessie Smith"

She let go of my pecker and I moved back. She had cum running all down her leg but she looked so sexy just stood there, naked below the waist. She stepped out of her knickers and headed to the bathroom to wash her bridge player the cum running down her leg.

After a minute or so she returned, grabbed her doll and breeches and slipped them back on. She tucked in her shirt and made herself look just as she did when she came in.

I just stood there, my cock still hanging out my pants, amazed at what had just happened, a vast smile on my face.

"Enjoy your repast Mr John Smith"Epsita said with a minuscule smile

"Oh I will thank you"I replied

She then turned and walked towards the door. Turning back as she opened it and gave me a little smiling. I smiled back and before I knew it she was out the door and closed behind her.

I sat myself down on the bed and laid back. I hadn't fucked like that in a longsighted fourth dimension .