Tentación de uniforme en la suite del hotel

The moment I saw her in that crisp hotel uniform, my cock twitched with raw need. Sarah stood in the doorway of our executive suite, the navy pencil skirt hugging her hips, the white blouse stretched tight over her full tits, a little name tag pinned just above the swell of her cleavage. We were on my business trip to Chicago, and she'd surprised me by sneaking into the conference hotel as "staff" for the night. The air between us crackled with weeks of pent-up lust.

"Room service, Mr. Thompson?" she purred, stepping inside and letting the door click shut. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she carried a silver tray with champagne and strawberries. "I hear the guest in 1402 likes things... extra attentive."

I swallowed hard, my tie already loosened from the long day of meetings. "Sarah, you look fucking incredible in that. The way it clings to your ass... Jesus."

She set the tray down on the low table, her cheeks flushing but her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thought we'd try something new while you're stuck in this boring hotel. I borrowed it from the actual concierge. Want me to play the obedient little hotel girl? Or should I just bend over the desk right now?"

My pulse hammered. The explicit hunger hit fast. I crossed the room in two strides, spinning her toward the wide window overlooking the glittering city lights. "Bend over. Now." My hands slid up her thighs, hiking that tight uniform skirt until it bunched around her waist. No panties underneath—just smooth, bare skin and the faint scent of her arousal already blooming.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, bracing her palms on the cool glass. "Check me in properly, baby. Feel how wet your uniform slut got just thinking about this."

I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her juicy ass cheeks wide. Her shaved pussy glistened in the low light, pink and swollen. I dragged my tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick, tasting her sweet tang as she moaned loud enough to fog the window. My fingers dug into the firm flesh of her thighs, the starched skirt fabric brushing my forehead.

"Mmm, right there... lick my clit harder," she begged, pushing back against my face. I sucked her swollen nub between my lips, flicking it rapidly while two fingers plunged deep into her tight cunt. The wet squelching sounds filled the suite, mixing with her breathy cries. Her legs trembled in those black heels.

I stood up, cock straining painfully against my suit pants. Sarah turned, dropping gracefully to her knees on the plush carpet. Her fingers worked my zipper open with practiced ease. "Let me taste you, sir. Hotel policy—keep the guests satisfied." She freed my thick cock, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. Her red lips stretched wide as she took me into her warm mouth, sucking greedily down to the base in one smooth motion.

"Fuck... your throat feels so good," I groaned, tangling my fingers in her neat updo and guiding her head. She bobbed faster, saliva dripping down my balls as she deepthroated me with wet, filthy gurgles. Her eyes watered but stayed locked on mine, that naughty uniform blouse now half-unbuttoned to reveal lace-trimmed bra and hard nipples poking through.

I pulled her up before I lost it, spinning her again and bending her over the king-sized bed this time. The uniform skirt stayed rucked up around her hips like a dirty little accessory. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her dripping slit, teasing her entrance. "Tell me how bad you want this dick stretching your pussy."

"I need it so bad," she whimpered, arching her back. "Fuck your naughty hotel whore. Fill me up."

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her walls clenched hot and slick around me, pulsing as I started pounding her deep. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed—my hips smacking her round ass while the skirt fluttered with each thrust. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her tremble.

"Yes! Harder... oh shit, I'm gonna cum already," she cried, gripping the sheets. Her body seized, pussy gushing around my cock as her first orgasm ripped through her. I didn't slow down, fucking her through it until her moans turned into broken gasps.

I flipped her onto her back, wanting to watch her face. The uniform blouse was completely open now, tits bouncing free as I hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back inside her soaked pussy, I set a brutal pace, the bed creaking under us. "Look at you, all dressed up for me... my perfect little uniform fantasy."

Sarah's hands clutched my shirt, nails digging in. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs under this skirt all night." Her second climax hit fast, her cunt milking me rhythmically, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

The pressure built until I couldn't hold back. With a deep grunt I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy. We collapsed together, sweaty and panting, her uniform wrinkled and stained with our combined juices.

Later, as we shared the champagne, she traced lazy circles on my chest. "Next trip, maybe the flight attendant outfit?"

I laughed, pulling her closer. "Deal. But tonight, you're not taking that uniform off until I've had you in the shower too."