Two hotel maids caught him masturbate and made him cum so much

The room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, and I was sprawled on the bed, naked, my cock in hand, stroking slowly, lost in a world of filthy daydreams. The door creaked open, and in walked two hotel maids, their uniforms crisp and clean, a stark contrast to the dirty thoughts racing through my mind. They froze, eyes widening as they took in the scene—me, hard as fucking rock, jerking off like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t stop, just gripped my shaft tighter, stroking faster, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Well, ladies,” I rasped, “you caught me. Now what?” One of them, a brunette with fiery eyes, stepped forward, her hand reaching out to grab my wrist. “Not so fast,” she purred, pushing my hand away. She leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. “We’ll do the honors from now on.” Her colleague, a blonde with a mischievous glint in her eyes, kicked the door shut, locking us in. She stripped off her gloves, her eyes never leaving my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she breathed, crawling onto the bed. She took over where I left off, her small hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking in long, firm tugs. The brunette, meanwhile, was shedding her uniform, revealing a luscious body that made my mouth water. She straddled my face, her pussy glistening with arousal. “Eat,” she commanded, lowering herself onto my mouth. I dove in, my tongue lapping at her slit, tasting her sweet juices. The blonde’s strokes grew faster, her hand slick with my pre-cum. She leaned down, her tongue flicking over my nipple, making me groan into the brunette’s pussy. The room filled with the sounds of our fucking—wet slurping, heavy breathing, the slap of flesh against flesh. The tension built, my balls tightening as the blonde’s hand worked my cock. The brunette ground her pussy against my face, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling. And then, with a final, desperate cry, she came, her juices flooding my mouth. The blonde, sensing her friend’s release, redoubled her efforts, her hand a blur as she jerked me off. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, a wave of pleasure crashing over me. With a roar, I came, my cock pulsing, spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting onto my stomach. The blonde, not missing a beat, leaned down and licked it up, her tongue cleaning every last drop. The brunette, spent and breathless, collapsed onto the bed beside me, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Fuck,” she panted, “that was worth the surprise inspection.”