== Part 1 ==
Mike didn't notice Agneta pull her cleaning cart into his room. He had his back to the door with his pants and briefs crumpled around his ankles. A pornographic scene of a fit looking younger guy fucking a mature big titted BBW, playing out in high-definition on his laptop as he hunched, masturbating with his ear buds in. He had the rhythm down to a silent symphony. His hand was a blur, stroking his erection, his breaths coming out in ragged moans as he chased the climax that was just within reach.
Agneta had seen a lot in her years as a hotel maid, but she had never seen a guest so brazenly masturbating in his room. The door was slightly ajar, and she couldn't help but peek in, her curiosity piqued by the rhythmic thumping of his fist around his penis. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his bare ass, his muscles taut with the effort of his self-indulgence. He was a well-built man, and she found herself unable to look away from the sight of his thick cock.
Her heart raced in her chest as she took in the size of him. It was the largest she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal in her pussy. The man was gorgeous, with a body that could make any woman wet with desire, and he was so close, so... available.
Mike's eyes flew open as he noticed the door creak further. He spun around, his cock bobbing with the sudden movement, and came face to face with Agneta, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. He had been so lost in his own pleasure that he had forgotten to lock the door.
"Oh, shit," Mike exclaimed, his hand freezing mid-stroke.
Agneta's eyes remained glued to his cock, watching the precum leak from the tip, shining in the muted light of the hotel room. She had never been so close to a man in such a state of undress and arousal. She felt torn. Part of her wanted to apologize and run away, but another part, a more primal, wanton part, wanted to step closer and touch and lick and suck and devour this thick meat before her.
"I... I'm so sorry, Mr. Smith," she stuttered, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "I'll... I'll come back later."
Mike's face was a mask of embarrassment and shock. He hadn't expected this. He had been too caught up in his own lust to consider the possibility of being caught. But as he saw the way she was looking at him, something changed. He felt a thrill, a rush of excitement that was as potent as the orgasm he had been chasing.
"It's okay," he managed, his voice thick with desire. "Don't go."
Agneta froze, her hand hovering over the door handle. She had never had a guest speak to her like this before. Usually, they were embarrassed and hastily covered themselves. But Mike seemed... comfortable. It was as if he didn't mind her seeing him like this.
"It's okay," he repeated, his hand starting to move again. "Just... keep watching."
Her eyes went wide, but she didn't move. She was torn between the fear of losing her job and the burning curiosity that had been ignited by the sight of him. Her hand slipped from the handle, and she took a tentative step closer.
"How does it feel?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
Mike's eyes never left hers as he began to stroke himself once more, slower now, watching her reaction. "It feels... amazing."
Agneta's breath hitched in her throat as she stepped closer. She could see every detail of his cock now, the veins standing out against the velvety skin, the way the head grew darker with each stroke.
"May I...?" she began, not quite sure what she was asking.
Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "If you want."
With trembling hands, Agneta reached out and touched him, her fingertips brushing the wet tip. Mike's cock twitched in response, and a low groan escaped his lips. She wrapped her hand around him, her small, soft hand barely able to fit around his girth.
"Wow," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.
Mike's hand fell away, allowing her to take over. She stroked him gently, her curiosity growing with each pass. She had never seen a man's cock so close before, never felt the warm, pulsing flesh in her hand. It was intoxicating.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mike's only response was a nod, his eyes sliding closed as she began to pick up the pace. Her strokes grew bolder, her grip firmer, and she watched as his cock grew even larger in her hand.
Agneta had never been one for casual flings, but there was something about Mike that called to her. Perhaps it was his confidence, or the way he had invited her to touch him without a hint of shame. Or maybe it was the way he watched her, his eyes burning with a desire that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Her own pussy was soaking wet now, the fabric of her uniform sticking to her skin. She could feel her nipples harden against her bra as she stroked him, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next.
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