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It was the late afternoons and the weekends that I liked the most. I made sure the rooms adjacent to the maids' station were cleaned first and I'd let the manger know they were ready.

I could almost count on it: if a couple checked in around 4 PM, I could count on it that by 4:30-4:45, they were fucking, sucking or eating. I soon could tell what was going to happen. If the woman took her shower first, she'd walk back into the bedroom naked and almost right away the pussy eating would start. Damn, my pussy was wet; just watching them.

If the guy took his shower first, I'd watch the woman undress. Not that I was into that, but in some cases, she'd leave her panties on. I knew what was going to happen. She was having her period, and that guy with a now very clean cock was going to get a blowjob. In the morning, I'd find a used pad or tampon in the bathroom trash.

As much as I loved watching pussy eating; I was enamored watching blowjobs.

Weekend mornings were the best. People weren't rushing to get back on the road. They usually checked out later and spent more time in bed: fucking, sucking, eating. It was difficult to decide which room I was going to watch; which room was it more likely that there'd be some action. Young couples, middle aged couples, old couples.

I always opted for the young couples, but one early Saturday morning about 6:30 in room 12, there was a couple awake: the only ones at this hour and I peeked in through the crack. They were old. She had grey hair and he was bald. He was on his back and that woman sucked his cock like it was the last one she'd ever get. Maybe it was.

His cock was pretty big and she just wouldn't take it out of her mouth. Bobbing up and down on it until I heard the man grunting. The old lady kept it in her mouth for a while longer, and then just like Mrs. Murray across the street, took it out, and wiped her mouth with her arm.

I made my rounds, cleaned rooms and of course, checked rooms to see if I could see anything going on. When I got back to that old couple's room, to my surprise, that woman was blowing him again. I watched, fascinated by her technique. She must have a lot of experience at her age. She knew how to suck and how to keep her husband from cumming.

Later, when I went to the manager's office to get my assignments, I found that room 12 wasn't checking out. That meant that I needed to clean the bathroom, put out new towels, but I only needed to make the bed; not change the bedding.

Before I left for the day, I noticed that there was a car parked in front of room 12. Just out of curiosity, I went into the maids' station, closed the door and took a peek. Damn, that woman was on her knees again. I'd come to the conclusion watching Mr. and Mrs. Piotroskywicz, Mrs. Baransa and Mrs. Murray that women liked to suck cock. This woman just confirmed my suspicions. I'd have to think about that when I went on a date again.

I couldn't get to work early enough the next morning and I almost got fired. As soon as I signed in and got my assignments, I checked room 12, but they were still asleep. Every half hour or so, I checked their room to the detriment of my assigned work.

Finally, about 9 o'clock, there she was on her knees sucking away. I never saw them fuck or him eat pussy. She just sucked and I watched. My manager came looking for me. "Wanda, what's wrong with you this morning, I needed room 15 cleaned a half hour ago?"

He didn't catch me peeping, but it was close.

There was other interesting action that I should tell you about that happened late afternoons during the week. Most people parked in front of their unit. It didn't take long to figure out that something was going on when people parked in back. Their car couldn't be seen from the road. When two people showed up in separate cars and only one of them checked in that was a sure sign that something was going on.

I'm not sure the manager was naïve or just minded his own business, but sometimes he'd say, "weird, that guy, driving a nice car like that, paid cash." This was the 21st century, most people used a credit card. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he probably didn't want his wife to know that he'd paid for a motel room.

Here's the other thing: our motel had more people register as Mr. Jones or Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, you'd think it was a convention of Smiths and Jones. The manager didn't seem to care or notice.

Among the people who parked in back and the people who paid cash and the people who came in separate cars, I made sure to check on them. For example, one afternoon, I saw a woman, the school librarian, park in back and without checking in, knock on the door of room 23.

Mrs. Framington was in her fifties, blonde, tall, heavy-set and happily married; or so I thought. I made my way to the maids' station between room 22 and 23. To my added shock, Mrs. Framington was in a lip lock with the Mayor; the same Mayor I saw a few months ago fucking Mrs. Baransa.

Mrs. Framington towered over the mayor, who was short and thin. Unlike watching Mrs. Baransa, I could hear them. "Tom, the air conditioning wasn't working today. I'm all sweaty. Let me take a shower so I'm nice and clean for you."

While she was in the shower, the mayor undressed. I guess just thinking about fucking Mrs. Framington had him excited. I didn't think he was that big. Mrs. Framington came out of the shower, drying her hair. Her tits were massive. No sooner had she sat on the bed than the Mayor was all over them: kissing, sucking, licking. "Mady, it's been too long. I'd almost forgotten how spectacular these are."

"I know how much you like them, but Tom, you know why I came here." She got on her back with her legs spread.

Now, I'm not one to gossip, but the blonde Mrs. Framington was not a blonde at all; she had a huge mass of black pubic hair. All the girls my age trimmed there's real close; some even shaved it all off. Me, I had just a tuft a dark brown hair on my pubic bone.

Anyhow, it didn't bother the Mayor, he was between her legs in no time. "That's it, show me how much you love my pussy. Eat it good."

I almost lost track of time. I was fascinated as the Mayor ate and ate. "My good little boy, loves Mady's pussy, doesn't he?"

The Mayor nodded as he continued to eat.

I had room 24 to clean. I may not have been able to watch, but I could hear Mrs. Framington, "Oooooooh, ooooooh, Tom, don't stop, oooooh yeah, ooooh yeah, I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

Usually, when I cleaned a room, I loaded all the bedding, linens, etc. on my cart so I didn't have to make more than one trip. Today, I made certain that I had to make numerous trips to the maids' station and of course, each time took a peek. The Mayor was still between her legs. Mrs. Framington patted him on the head, "does my good little boy want more of Mady's pussy?" She didn't wait for an answer; she pushed his head down. The Mayor didn't resist.

Back in room 24, I could hear her again. The Mayor sure liked to eat her pussy and Mrs. Framington sure seemed to like his tongue.

I cleaned room 26 but made sure I had to return to the maids' station. To my surprise, the Mayor was on his back and Mrs. Framington was straddling him, almost engulfing him, with her enormous titties in his face; smothering him. "You were so good to Mady's pussy. I know how much you like these."

On my next trip, I saw something, I'd never seen before. Mrs. Framington was still smothering the Mayor, but it was her pussy not her titties. I could barely see his head.

I went back to work, but I saw her car leave an hour later. I have no idea if they fucked, but Mrs. Framington's pussy sure got taken care of.

Over the following months, every few days, the motel's guests entertained me, one way or another. One time, two women checked in. I assumed they were just friends, but the room they were given only had one bed. I wasn't interested in watching them if in fact that's what they were doing, but I was curious.

My, oh my, did I get an education.

My education continued the next day when I saw Mrs. Framington hurry from her car parked in the back of the motel into room 23. Like her, I hurried to the maids' station next to room 23.

I recognized the man but couldn't place him. Whoever he was, like the Mayor, he was a small man. Mrs. Framington towered over him and out-weighed him. And like Mayor Grayson, his tongue had an affinity for Mrs. Framington's pussy. She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, her massive titties, hanging down; the man on his knees with his face in her massive bush. "Eat it good, Congressman, eat Mady's sweet pussy."

Now, I knew. Congressman James Royce represented our district in Washington. I wasn't sure what the Mayor or the Congressman saw in Mady Framington but there must be something about her pussy that had them enchanted.

I was ahead of my assigned work and watched and watched, and the Congressman ate and ate. Mrs. Framington had two maybe three orgasms and praised his skill. "Jimmy, your tongue is so good to Mady's pussy. Every time we're together you become more talented. I need to plan on seeing you more often. Would Jimmy like my pussy more often?"

He nodded and continued to eat.

To my surprise, while the Congressman was still on his knees, Mrs. Framington stood up and started to get dressed. She reached for her bra. "Jimmy, I don't really have to go. If you give me good reason, I can stay."

"Mady, I haven't had enough of your delicious pussy. If you stay, my tongue will make love to it again and again."

"Congressman, I see why you get elected repeatedly. You have a way with words." She threw her bra aside and sat back down.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me eat your sweet pussy."

"That's my good boy." She pushed his head into her huge bush.

Every few weeks Mrs. Framington visited the motel; always room 23. Sometimes it was the Mayor; sometimes the Congressman; sometimes other men, some I knew, others I didn't. I never saw her get fucked, but there must be something about her pussy. Men sure seemed to like to eat it.

To my surprise, one day I saw a woman exit her car, parked in the back of the motel, look around furtively and then hurry to room 12 where she knocked on the door.

I knew her; knew her well. I'd been to her home. I turned away, hoping she wouldn't recognize me. Once she was inside, I went to my lookout in the maids' station next to room 12.

In a few minutes, she was naked, as was the man who opened the door for her. He was standing on the bed leaning against the headboard and the woman was on her knees with the biggest cock I'd ever seen going in and out of her mouth. The woman was MaryAlice Grayson, wife of the Mayor. The man was Police Chief Carl Williams. That would be the black Police Chief Carl Williams.

My first thought was that Mrs. Grayson found out about her husband's affairs with Mrs. Baransa and Mrs. Framington and was getting revenge. Our town was south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Some people were still fighting the Civil War. I'd never date a black guy, but a black guy would never ask me out. Not in our town. Not in our county. Not in our state.

What greater revenge than having sex with a black man; not just having sex but giving a black man a blowjob? As I said, I'd never seen a cock that big, and I'd never seen a woman suck a cock like Mrs. Grayson. "You have an insatiable mouth for black cock Mrs. Grayson, but I'm going to want to fuck that pussy."

Mrs. Grayson seemed reluctant to take that big cock out of her mouth. However, in a few minutes she was on her back and Chief Williams was on top of her. "I'll bet your pussy's as hungry for black cock as your mouth."

"It is, Carl, oh it is. Give me your cock. Give me all of it."

"I need to see you more often."

"Not just see me, Carl, fuck me."

I never saw people fuck like Mrs. Grayson and Chief Williams. They were banging each other; they were moaning and grunting. Mrs. Grayson was screaming with each thrust. They kept going and going. "MaryAlice your pussy loves my big cock but I'd just bet you'd love it back in your mouth."

Mrs. Grayson continued to scream as Chief Williams fucked her. No words came out of her mouth.

"Tell me, MaryAlice. Tell me you want my cock, my big black cock in your mouth."

"Yes, yes, let me suck it. You know I love to suck it."

"You know what I want to hear. You know what you tell me every time we're together."

Mrs. Grayson looked Chief Williams in the eye, "Carl, I want to suck the cum out of your big black cock. Let me get on my knees. Let me suck your big black cock. I love sucking your cock."

"That's a good girl."

Like I said, every few days, there was at least one room where I was entertained. After my shift, I'd go home and take a shower. My soapy hand would go to my pussy and I'd replay what I saw. What would it be like to be Mrs. Framington and have men beg to eat my pussy? What would it be like to be Mrs. Grayson and be infatuated with Chief Williams big black cock? I'd never forgotten that old woman who sucked her husband's cock and then sucked it again and again.

Remember, not only was I a virgin, except for letting Nick play with my tits and finger me and jerking him off, I'd never come close to doing any of the things I'd seen.

Not just that, I couldn't imagine. I couldn't imagine getting fucked; I couldn't imagine giving a blowjob. I couldn't imagine having my pussy eaten.

I wasn't ready for any of that but I was ready as I prepared to leave for college to continue watching.

TO BE CONTINUED

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