Andre meets Annie

``Never again'', he repeated, and lay down on his bed. This one looked promising, though, and was even recommended by a relation of him. Yes, she did try hard to hide her reaction at the sight, but 15 years of experience in the reaction of women were everything he needed to look right through those efforts.
So here he was, aged 32, still virgin, lying on a chicque hotel bed. Frustrated, he did that which he had done so many times over the years, even though he was ashamed of himself for doing so. He masturbated, then went to the bathroom to wash himself.


Annie


While Annie was hovering the carpet in room 210 - the guest in this room, so it seemed, had been eating crunchy cookies all morning, spreading the crumbles all over the entire carpet - she held her slightly painly cross. Anny needed men, just like she did, ever since she was old enough. But the older she got, the more painful it was.

According to her gynaecologist, her vagina was small. Very small. As a result, every man with whom she would relate sexually, would penetrate her uterus. Although that felt great for the man, and probably for most women too, provided that it doesn't happen too much, it becomes painful if it happens every time. Even if the man is pretty small.

Especially if you happen to end up naked in bed with men as much as it happened to Annie.

``I may have to stop this'', she thought, ``and accept the fact that my body isn't made for such an amount of sexual activity''.

But no matter how much her now painful cross suggested that possibility, she knew very well she couldn't. She loved way too much that which she did so many times, and of which she hated herself so much the next day. Only to go looking for her next ``victim'', two or three days later.

Annie looked around for a while, and concluded that this room had been finished. She went to the next room, number 211 - the first of three suites in the Grand Palace-hotel.


Bath room


Andre undid himself of the clothes he still had on him, and dropped the pants he carried from the bed room somewhere in a corner of the bath room. He then opened the water taps of the bath, and added a few perfume oil balls. Once the bath was almost full, he picked up the soap, the shampoo, put them on the edge of the bath, and stepped in.

Before long, Andre was enjoying the healthy bath, and started washing himself, being extra careful to his lower belly. When he was almost finished soaking his body with soap, he suddenly heard something in the bed room. Not sure what it was, he got up, put on a dressing-gown, and went to the door. Since the gown missed a belt, he kept the it closed with his left hand.

When he opened the door, he saw her... a nice and pretty girl; one of the type of girls he used to envision while masturbating; exactly the type of girl he would order at the escort bureau. However, this one was cleansing the bed room, so it pretty surely was not an escort girl.

Awing at the beaty of this girl, he temporarily forgot why he was holding his left hand so close to his body, and let it fall free. When he realised that his body was exposed, he quickly closed the gown again, knocking with his elbow on the bathroom door in the process, which alerted the girl. She looked, was stunned for a little moment - he wasn't sure whether that was because she had seen a glimpse of his naked penis or because she didn't expect him to be here - and then asked in a very pretty voice: ``Are you still here, sir I thought you were in town''

``I was'', he said, ``but had to come back sooner. I'm taking a bath right now; could you come back later to clean my suite''

``Sure, no problem'', she said, and started to put her material back on the cleaning carriage. Andre turned around, closed the bathroom door behind him, dropped the dressing-gown on a chair, and went back into the bath. He couldn't help but fantasize about having sex with this girl; she was really awsome, and he still was a bit hot after having masturbated earlier that evening. Whe he didn't hear anything coming from the bed room anymore, he started touching himself once more, but stopped when he realized that he was, again, doing things he didn't like to do. Once per day was enough.


Suite


Suite 211 was the largest of the three suites in hotel Grand Palace. The guest that inhabited this suite for the time being was said to be in town right now, so she should be able to clean it without nasty surprises. She reached for her keys, opened the door, and looked around; while the large living room was still clean, the bed room could use a wiping of the wardrobe doors. She picked up a dry cloth, a bottle for the hard spots, and started doing her job.

After doing so for a few minutes, she suddenly heard something behind her. A little bit frightened, she turned around, seeing a middle-aged man hurry to close his dressing-gown again. Even though he was fast to hide what he was showing, she did see it long enough to be sure: this man had a pretty small cock. This man could probably fuck her without hurting her; this man would probably be the man she had been looking for all her life. The thought of this made her heart beat at triple rate, and she felt her pussy become soft and sweet.

Fighting to get her feelings under control, she managed to ask the man, surprised, whether he wasn't supposed to be out. ``I was'', he said, ``but had to come back sooner. I'm taking a bath right now; could you come back later to clean my suite''

``Sure, no problem'', she said. She put her bottle and her cloth back on the carriage, and pushed it away; but when she heared the door being closed behind her back, she stopped, and thought.

She wanted to see this man. If he really was so small, she would love to see him. She went for the bathroom door, and peeped through the keyhole. She saw him, stepping into the bath again, fully naked, and fully erect. When he started to masturbate, all the while looking at the door, that was all she needed to loose control; she reached under her skirt, pulled down her nickers, and started to finger-fuck herself. The thought that, if caught, she would probably loose her job, was not important to her now; all she could think of was this man, and the size of his organ. When she saw that after a few strokes, the man stopped what he was doing, she couldn't stop herself anymore; as if it were a dream, she reached for the doorknob, and pushed the door open.


Bath room


When removing his hand from between his legs, Andre had just enough time to put it back in the water, alongside his body, before the door was thrown open. Alerted by the sound, he looked at the door, seeing the cleaning maid he had seen earlier racing in, with her nickers near her knees. Before he could say anything, she ripped her underware off her legs, pulled up her skirt, jumped in the bath, and put his cock inside her crotch. When he asked ``What's the idea'', she begged, in his ear, breathing heavily, to fuck her. Not knowing what was happening, he was happy to oblige, and started moving; slowly at first, going faster and faster with time passing. The girl riding him was still wearing her cleaning uniform; but although that skirt was black, the waves in the bathing water were making it wet, until he could see her whole figure right through her uniform. He started massaging her breasts, and fucked her, like there was nothing else in this world.

He could see the pleasure in her eyes; that, and the fact that he didn't even see part of a grin on her face, made him, for the first time in his entire life, reach a woman-inflicted orgasm. At the same time, he saw her shivering, he felt her contracting the muscles around her vagina; then, she fell down on his chest.

They lay there, just a few minutes; he listened to her heart beating slower and slower, until it reached a normal rate again. She listened to his breathing, doing the same thing as her heart. When it was over, he said to her ``You don't know how happy you just made me. Do you know that you're the first woman ever to see me naked without laughing at my size And believe me, many women have seen me naked.''

She replied ``That's possible. But do you know that you're the first man ever to fuck me without hurting me And believe me, many men have fucked me.'' She looked at him with a look of endless desire in her eyes. ``Do me again. Please.''

Andre pulled her skirt up over her head, all the while kissing the parts of her body he was exposing. ``Sure. If you promise me that you'll give me your address before you leave. I'm Andre, by the way.''

``That goes without saying'', she said, while throwing her head in her neck. ``I'm Annie''. She kissed him on the mouth when he reached her head, a long, firm kiss.

When they broke, Andre turned Annie to her back, stood up, picked her out of the bath, and carried her to the bed room.