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It's just gone past 22:30 and I arrived at the cheap motel, our classy airline rents for its girls.
I am nineteen, and a stewardess is my profession, a high-flying whore in uniform, serving drinks and letting men, strangers feel my ass and look down my blouse at my tits, and smile and say, 'Thank you Sir', like a subservient 'Hooker'.
It has been a long haul flight, and I sweat, and with stale sweat comes my odour, more coming from my crotch area than from my armpits.
I know I smell, I can smell myself, and the men I stand alongside as I serve them, can smell my wet cunt, as their noses are level with my cunt, inches from my sex lips, my skirt and knickers a mere fabric, which are porous and thin, and as I look down at them with a sweet smile, both on my face and lips, I feel nothing but the distaste and vile for that man closest to me, and my eyes narrow as I see him drink in my intoxicating come fuck me smell.
I have checked in, and now I cannot sleep. I sit up naked in bed, then get up and walk around, listening for the slightest sound of another human being moving around, talking, or better still fucking.
I like to listen to people fucking, especially if they are in the room next to mine, that is why I like this cheap motel, people come here only to fuck, and I know, that this bed I lie in, has had someone today fucking in it, maybe more than one person, who knows.
I am naked and I put my hand down between my legs. I am still wet, well what do you expect, I am in a continual state of horniness, a good fuck would be nice, a fat cock to sit on would provide enough friction for a well earned orgasm, but fucking nothing, too late a check-in and the bar was closed too.
I walk to the room door, take a deep breath and open it fully. Now I stand framed in its framework, my long legs akimbo and my arms raised in surrender, touching the upper surrounds.
My body aches for a man, shit, I don't earn a lot, but I will pay him for a good shagging, even that fat slimeball who elbowed my cunt as I served him, and winked, disgusting bastard, but now, I would lick his asshole and suck on his scrotum.
I walk out into the corridor and start to walk down the carpeted hallway, the stickiness below my bare soles could be standing in semen drops, that excites me, as I stop at a door and listen to see if someone is fucking or having a wank, would not be the first time I took note of the room number and called him.
I go back inside my room and reluctantly close my door. People never get to see this side of me, my cheap whore side, a fuck toy, a little BDSM side, where a slap or two for discipline, adds a little spice for a girl in uniform, gets herself out of line, and gets ground face down on a dirty mattress, like the whoring slut she is.
I reach into my bag and pull out the remainder of the half bottle of Gin and take a deep swig, my long manicured fingers caress the bottle neck, not enough rimage for self-abuse pleasure, but maybe in the ass, I take another deep draught.
When I am in this room, I just think of all the stuff that people do in here. I have a primeval urge to smell everything in here, I want to smell the carpet, I want to smell the walls, the mattress, which is like, been here forever, since the motel is opened and never got changed.
I want to imagine that people come just to fuck their brains out with whatever they want to have sex with.
I like the cheap places, because everybody can afford to go there, and you can go there for like just and hour, and nobody gives a shit, because everybody knows why you are there, you are there to fuck and be fucked, and when I come out of the room they you had been fucking and you have a man's cum inside you.
I want people to know when I am being fucked, to know they are listening to me moaning, telling them I have his big cock up my ass, hoping they are wanking as I am being fucked.
I want them to think I am a hooker, a cheap hooker so they talk dirty to me, tell me what they want me to do to them, or what they are going to do to me.
I don't want to fuck on the sheets, just the dirty mattress so when they fuck me face down, I can smell the cum from all the previous fucks, and lick the stains, with my ass high in the air with a man's cock kissing my cervix, and pink tongue licking the old semen from dirty men,s balls and unwashed cocks.
I don't want men to wash their cocks or balls, I want to smell them as they are, the sweat, the salt, I wants to smell their assholes and rim inside with my pointed tongue, hear their groans as I lash their crotch with my open tongue.
I want to feel everything with all my senses, smell it, lick it and taste it, see it, see the hard spunk stains from all the previous fuckings, feel the roughness on my nipples, pull a foreskin back and lick the unwashed smegma, fermented semen, taste it on my tongue like a blue cheese.
I want a man to hold my hair as he thrusts deep into my mouth, tie me up and stop my moving to resist his pleasures, I want him to leave the room door open wide so other men can see how easy I am to fuck.
I don't want to feel like a princess, just a dirty whore, look into my eyes and see how much I am enjoying being used, cum on the walls and make me lick it off, sit on me like a chair, feel my breasts cushion your back, and feel my heat on your ass, as my cunt heats up for sex.
Now please excuse me I need to touch myself with the room door open and the sheets on the floor.
Now you know how I think, does it make you hard for me, please tell me, just a small line at the end, I told you my innermost secrets, please tell me yours Love Mariel, I am 39 years old, and want a dirty man to play with
I am nineteen, and a stewardess is my profession, a high-flying whore in uniform, serving drinks and letting men, strangers feel my ass and look down my blouse at my tits, and smile and say, 'Thank you Sir', like a subservient 'Hooker'.
It has been a long haul flight, and I sweat, and with stale sweat comes my odour, more coming from my crotch area than from my armpits.
I know I smell, I can smell myself, and the men I stand alongside as I serve them, can smell my wet cunt, as their noses are level with my cunt, inches from my sex lips, my skirt and knickers a mere fabric, which are porous and thin, and as I look down at them with a sweet smile, both on my face and lips, I feel nothing but the distaste and vile for that man closest to me, and my eyes narrow as I see him drink in my intoxicating come fuck me smell.
I have checked in, and now I cannot sleep. I sit up naked in bed, then get up and walk around, listening for the slightest sound of another human being moving around, talking, or better still fucking.
I like to listen to people fucking, especially if they are in the room next to mine, that is why I like this cheap motel, people come here only to fuck, and I know, that this bed I lie in, has had someone today fucking in it, maybe more than one person, who knows.
I am naked and I put my hand down between my legs. I am still wet, well what do you expect, I am in a continual state of horniness, a good fuck would be nice, a fat cock to sit on would provide enough friction for a well earned orgasm, but fucking nothing, too late a check-in and the bar was closed too.
I walk to the room door, take a deep breath and open it fully. Now I stand framed in its framework, my long legs akimbo and my arms raised in surrender, touching the upper surrounds.
My body aches for a man, shit, I don't earn a lot, but I will pay him for a good shagging, even that fat slimeball who elbowed my cunt as I served him, and winked, disgusting bastard, but now, I would lick his asshole and suck on his scrotum.
I walk out into the corridor and start to walk down the carpeted hallway, the stickiness below my bare soles could be standing in semen drops, that excites me, as I stop at a door and listen to see if someone is fucking or having a wank, would not be the first time I took note of the room number and called him.
I go back inside my room and reluctantly close my door. People never get to see this side of me, my cheap whore side, a fuck toy, a little BDSM side, where a slap or two for discipline, adds a little spice for a girl in uniform, gets herself out of line, and gets ground face down on a dirty mattress, like the whoring slut she is.
I reach into my bag and pull out the remainder of the half bottle of Gin and take a deep swig, my long manicured fingers caress the bottle neck, not enough rimage for self-abuse pleasure, but maybe in the ass, I take another deep draught.
When I am in this room, I just think of all the stuff that people do in here. I have a primeval urge to smell everything in here, I want to smell the carpet, I want to smell the walls, the mattress, which is like, been here forever, since the motel is opened and never got changed.
I want to imagine that people come just to fuck their brains out with whatever they want to have sex with.
I like the cheap places, because everybody can afford to go there, and you can go there for like just and hour, and nobody gives a shit, because everybody knows why you are there, you are there to fuck and be fucked, and when I come out of the room they you had been fucking and you have a man's cum inside you.
I want people to know when I am being fucked, to know they are listening to me moaning, telling them I have his big cock up my ass, hoping they are wanking as I am being fucked.
I want them to think I am a hooker, a cheap hooker so they talk dirty to me, tell me what they want me to do to them, or what they are going to do to me.
I don't want to fuck on the sheets, just the dirty mattress so when they fuck me face down, I can smell the cum from all the previous fucks, and lick the stains, with my ass high in the air with a man's cock kissing my cervix, and pink tongue licking the old semen from dirty men,s balls and unwashed cocks.
I don't want men to wash their cocks or balls, I want to smell them as they are, the sweat, the salt, I wants to smell their assholes and rim inside with my pointed tongue, hear their groans as I lash their crotch with my open tongue.
I want to feel everything with all my senses, smell it, lick it and taste it, see it, see the hard spunk stains from all the previous fuckings, feel the roughness on my nipples, pull a foreskin back and lick the unwashed smegma, fermented semen, taste it on my tongue like a blue cheese.
I want a man to hold my hair as he thrusts deep into my mouth, tie me up and stop my moving to resist his pleasures, I want him to leave the room door open wide so other men can see how easy I am to fuck.
I don't want to feel like a princess, just a dirty whore, look into my eyes and see how much I am enjoying being used, cum on the walls and make me lick it off, sit on me like a chair, feel my breasts cushion your back, and feel my heat on your ass, as my cunt heats up for sex.
Now please excuse me I need to touch myself with the room door open and the sheets on the floor.
Now you know how I think, does it make you hard for me, please tell me, just a small line at the end, I told you my innermost secrets, please tell me yours Love Mariel, I am 39 years old, and want a dirty man to play with
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