The Armourer

Who doesn't know a motel housekeeper? Or at least has seen one? In fact, it is known that they are almost "invisible" to the eyes of the users; I know some, but none like Isaura, a stooped parabana with large breasts, rolling butt, thick thighs and a sly look; she was an interesting woman, although not beautiful; her body spoke for her, making it clear that she was hiding a constantly erupting volcano. The few times I saw her, I felt an exciting shiver running through my spine, provoking sensations and stirring up unfathomable fantasies. At the same time, I noticed the sideways look that she directed at me as I left the suite and headed to the reception after having climbed the fence with some mature roll; there was something in that look ..., a hidden desire, a boner about to explode ..., I don't know; the truth is that Isaura made me want to fuck her, even after having had lots of sex. Because there were so few times that Isaura and I would run into each other -- entering or leaving the motel that I habitually frequented -- there was no way to create a climate conducive to future exploitation, and even believing that the future, in addition to being uncertain, is sometimes surprising, I was not able to perceive a remote chance that we would end up in a motel bed. And you can't imagine my surprise when, one day, I ran into that grumpy northeasterly woman at a bus stop between my work and home, which was unlucky, because as I approached the bus stop, a torrential rain fell from the sky so fast that it looked more like a small flood, slowed the car down, and as I watched Isaura's despair, I lowered the opposite window and shouted her name. She looked at me and for a moment seemed extremely surprised at my sudden appearance; she didn't know what to do and her big black eyes flashed several times; noticing her indecision, I shouted at her again, but this time calling her to get into my car and shelter herself from that unexpected rain. Isaura, still a little hesitant, ran towards me; I opened the car door and she practically jumped into it. She was soaked, and the drops ran all over her body and hair, soaking the car seat. Isaura was wearing one of those cheap promotional T-shirts that was so wet that it stuck to her body outlining her bust devoid of underwear and highlighting her tight nipples pointed at me. It was a pair of beautiful breasts and that made me salivate almost immediately. My greedy look and my lack of words told Isaura how excited she had made me feel; she looked away to close the car door and I immediately got out of there. As she drove, I handed her a small towel that I usually carry in the car, and she accepted, trying to dry herself as best she could. And when she felt refreshed, she thanked me for my invitation, not talking about how that rain had gotten in the way. I asked her where she was going and she immediately replied that she was on her way home because the boss had given her the "short notice"; I wanted to laugh, but her sad look forced me to put aside that meaningless desire. Without saying anything, Isaura told me that the boss had decided to fire her because he had concluded that her behavior was sometimes inappropriate. Isaura noticed my questioning face, denoting my ignorance regarding her behavior. I'm not sure why, but I grimaced trying to get a clearer explanation; Isaura once again looked away, and let out an unashamed chuckle; then said that she had the habit of spying on the couples in the suites through the window of what she called the "food passenger" (that opening through which the orders made inside the suite are delivered), and that at other times she had the habit of listening to the whores behind the door. Folks, it excited me to such an extent that my roll, which was already in the process of hardening, accelerated even more, becoming rigid as an iron bar (I even think that Isaura noticed my excitement), and I could not disguise the interest that her narrative had aroused in me; after all, she could have heard me too! I decided to risk a little more with that hot parabana and gave her a rope so that she could continue to tell her nonsense; she, in turn, felt free to talk what she wanted, since she was no longer a motel employee; she told about a married couple in which the guy loved it when his wife carried a transvestite hidden in the trunk of the car just to screw her own husband! And that's to say the least, because there were even more "headless" things. While Isaura recounted the mischief she had seen and heard, I wandered about, wandering aimlessly and enjoying that shameless wardrobe. But at a certain point, I had an idea. I interrupted her verbiage to make a proposal that I thought would be interesting for both of us. I suggested that we go to the motel as a couple so that she could triumph over her colleagues and also over the arrogant boss. Isaura rolled her eyes, losing her speech and showing her astonishment; for a moment, I assumed that the housekeeper would be offended, concluding that my proposal also contained a lot of naivety; I gave a relaxed chuckle and let the idea be ruminated by my companion. We continued to spin, and at one point I was sure that Isaura knew that I was going nowhere, waiting for her decision. After a while, she let out a restrained laugh and confessed that she liked the idea, except for the fact that if we were really going to do it, we should do it in the morning - as was my custom - since it was the time when all her colleagues were at work and her boss was showing up for daily tasks. Before Isaura could turn back, I readily agreed, suggesting that we meet the next morning to set our "plan" in motion. Business closed, I asked Isaura to tell me where she wanted to stay and where we would meet the next day. She asked me to drop her off at a small bus stop nearby, stating that it would be there that we would meet the next day. I signed eight o'clock in the morning as our arrangement; Isaura accepted and as soon as I parked the car she opened the door and jumped. After closing the door, Isaura leaned back on it, gave a little smile full of second thoughts and said goodbye with a "until tomorrow", which I returned with the same air of naiveté. I confess that it was a day and a night, troubled ..., from time to time I would wake up, sweating and stiff, thinking about Isaura and what was to come ..., in the morning I was so focused on the meeting that everything else around me seemed to have dissipated in clouds and fog that allowed me to see only what my sex wanted eagerly: fuck with the bastard housekeeper! I took a shower and dressed as usual to go to work ..., and I did all this taking care not to arouse any suspicion in my wife who seemed to be concentrating on her daily tribulations. I left her at the Metro station and roamed to the long-awaited meeting with the spotted and strained wardrobe! As soon as I parked in the agreed place and Isaura opened the car door entering immediately; I looked at her and drooled with what I saw: she was wearing a single front that was not able to contain the entire volume of her delicious breasts, even with the beaks pointed over the fabric, denouncing how excited she was; the suit was completed with a synthetic fabric sock, glued to the body, highlighting her opulent shapes; it was undoubtedly very attractive for an Isabian. We kissed quickly, and then I drove off to the motel we both knew so well. On the way, Isaura was unable to contain her excitement, for as soon as she could, she placed her hand on my thigh, sliding in surprise towards my groin. She squeezed the already bulging volume, making it clear that she had liked what she felt. In retaliation, I did the same, stroking her thigh and gently squeezing it. Without warning, I put my hand up to one of her breasts and held her nipple between my fingers, flirting with it in a very naughty way; Isaura gave a whimper and her skin immediately peeled off. In a few minutes we were at our destination; and as the stewardess approached the window her countenance transmuted, demonstrating her surprise at the unexpected presence of the former housekeeper of the same motel. The girl was lethargic for a few minutes, forcing me to break the ice by asking for a suite. She recovered herself as best she could and, with a yellow smile from the bottom of her handkerchief, asked what kind of accommodation I wanted. "The most expensive", was my answer, to the surprise of both the attendant and my partner. I also asked her to send the full breakfast for two people to the suite. The girl nodded her head, signaling that she had understood the message, and after a few more minutes, she returned with the magnetic key to the suite in her hands, indicating her number and location. As the automatic door opened, I noticed that a small crowd had gathered at the reception window to catch a glimpse of Isaura posing as a customer beside me. And the surprise continued, for the instant after the door opened, we could see that Isaura's former boss was standing beside the inner column, with the air of one who wished to ascertain whether the comments he had heard were true. His incredulity was so evident that he was unable to outline any action, limiting himself only to accompanying our entrance into the motel premises with a grimace and without grace. I was amused by the unusual situation, but my partner held back the laughter, delighting in the general commotion we had caused by our arrival. We went straight to the suite and I slammed the garage door, closing the little show for everyone present. Now the moment was another ... it was time for just us to have a good time. Isaura sat beside me in the car without uttering a word; she just stared at me with a warm look that betrayed her pent-up passion. Carefully, I approached her and parted for a warm and pleasant kiss that was immediately accepted and reciprocated with magnificent intensity. Abused and irreverent, I pushed one of my hands into my single forehead and began to boil the stuffy nipple that looked more like a ripe fruit ready to be savored. Isaura, in turn, caressed the volume inside my pants, pressing and kneading it with great ease, making it clear what she wanted. Impatiently, I got out of the car and turned around, opening the door and pulling my partner out of it, and we kissed once more, and I tried to tear off the single forehead, revealing the pair of huge breasts, crowned by beaked nipples and surrounded by slightly brownish haloes, and I fell headlong into those delights, sucking, licking, and nibbling at each of the nipples as my nipples felt the volume of the parabana breasts that twirled, with their hands stroking my thin hair. I got down on my knees in front of her, pulled down her pants and revealed, to my surprise, that there was nothing else underneath her! I played with her vagina, rubbing, initially one, and then two fingers which, immediately got smeared with her hard-on. I took Isaura by the arms and practically dragged her into the suite, threw her on the bed, and let her enjoy while I got rid of my clothes. Naked and with a hard stick and fully erect, I stood appreciating my partner who, in return, stripped completely, displaying her nakedness for my delight. I lay down beside Isaura, who asked me to lie on my stomach; I obeyed, and she opened the roll, sucking it with extreme voracity. I asked her to lie on me, offering me her little bite to be tasted as she deserved. She obeyed without hesitation, and we performed a majestic sixty-nine, sucking and licking our sexes until she felt the first orgasms of that morning. Isaura tasted my cock, and every now and then stopped to tell me how good my sucking was in her little sketch. She mocked several times, and at the last, I could feel the bitter liquid flowing from her bowels, drenching my mouth and tongue. I left the paraibana in such a state that she was forced to retreat for a well-deserved rest. However, I wanted to continue to feel her and after delighting myself once again with her exuberant breasts, I lowered my face to her belly, forcing her to open her legs and allow me to suck her once more. Isaura teased so many times that in addition to losing count, she asked me to give her a break, as she wanted to enjoy the rest of me (!). However, the parabana was smarter than it seemed; the moment I lay down beside her she immediately jumped on me, taking the scroll with one hand and driving it into her flooded vagina. The penetration was so smooth and perfect, given the lubrication of both, that my scroll slipped into it with a single movement, making Isaura groan loudly and throw her head back. She then proceeded to ride me furiously, with long upward and downward movements, letting my dick be swallowed by her mouthpiece, disappearing inside her entirely, and we fucked in this position until the sweat poured out of all the pores of the body, while the paralegal joked like crazy. After some time (well, a good time!), I decided that it was time for us to change positions, and I made Isaura lie down beside me while I climbed over her, penetrating her with a single movement. I began stocking her without any ceremony, and even the bell, announcing the arrival of our wish, was no obstacle for me to interrupt my climb. Isaura mocked, moaned, babbled incoherent words and asked for more, while I remained in the attack, copulating with her vagina that more resembled a small flowing, warm stream. I took advantage of the situation to suck her nipples and bite them again and again, bringing out a louder moan from my partner, whose nails were buried in my back mercilessly. The moment the fatigue hit my body, I felt a gentle spasm and decided it was time to replenish my energy; I came out of my partner and invited her to breakfast. Isaura savored the small meal, feeling satisfied with my company. At the end, she confided to me that one of her secret desires was to enjoy the breakfast that, not long ago, she was helping to prepare. While we were eating, she told me about the times she spied through the sill of the doorway that connected the inner corridor to the suites, and about the scandalous and abused couples who frequented that motel. At one point, I asked her if she had ever spied on me; she gave a dirty laugh and confessed that I was the one most spied on by her and her friends, since each time I showed up with a different and unusual partner. I had a lot of fun with my partner's maliciously witty comments, feeling proud to be a kind of object of desire for the plantation spies. We finished coffee and Isaura grabbed the roll that was still hard, asking if I would fuck her from behind; my face lit up and I agreed immediately. Isaura ran to the bed and stood on the edge of the bed, saying that she knew that I liked to fuck in that position. I got out of the table and stood behind her. But before I could do anything, Isaura sat back on the bed and, taking my stick in her hands, began to suck it, stating that it needed to be lubricated. As soon as she was finished, I went to the head of the bed and took an envelope of condoms, ripped it open and collected between my fingers the little petroleum jelly that was wrapped in it. I returned to my starting position and after licking the parachute seal, I stuck a finger to provoke what would come next. Isaura groaned, but did not complain, and I immediately went on the offensive, shoving the swollen gland into the anus and breaking the first resistance. Isaura gave a slight shake, just to better condition the invader, and then asked me to continue, for she was a paraibana and was not afraid of anything (!). I continued, breaking the tight saddle and tucking in the full extent of my roller that pulsated as I advanced inside my partner. When I was finished, it was Isaura who initiated the movements, going back and forth against the hard cock, showing that in addition to being brave, she was also bold. A few minutes later, we were fucking in perfect synchronicity and harmony, with the roller going in and out of her cock without any hindrance or discomfort. I indulged in that anal fuck and let Isaura be in charge of the moves just long enough for me to grab her rolling buttocks and take control of the situation by vigorously poking that generous, hot butt. The paraibana enjoyed one more sequence of times, moaning and asking for more, while I stocked more intensely and without giving any respite to her. I lost track of time, and if I could, I would have counted the times my partner announced her orgasms as wet, hot and prolonged, but unfortunately, that wasn't possible, because we were in such a state of ecstasy that neither I, much less she, were able to achieve anything. Overwhelmed by the exertion and seized by a fatigue proper to the moment, I felt a spasm go through my spine, announcing that the end was very near. I confided to Isaura that I was about to make fun of it and with some shyness I asked her if I could do it with my hands. She looked over her shoulder with an exultant look that I had never seen in another woman before. "Will you hit me?" she said in a hushed, but very happy voice. "I love it when a male does that to his wife... it's like a gift to her! Saying that, Isaura pushed me back and made me lie down, standing next to me and asking me to masturbate to her. I looked at her and showed my appreciation for her understanding, because most women would not like a man to do that right after such an intense and huge fuck. I massaged my vagina vigorously as I asked her to play with my balls; Isaura not only agreed but also alternately pinched them, making me even more aroused. I enjoyed the intensity of a titan, with jets of sperm projecting me towards the ceiling and returning in a small, warm, viscous drizzle. When I finished, I was feeling exhausted, and Isaura rewarded me with licks on the roller to make it as clean as possible. We rested for a few minutes, hugging and sweating, and after that I invited her to leave. Isaura asked to take a bath and invited me to accompany her, but I thanked her and said that I preferred to keep her sex smell on my body until the next day. She came out of the bath and asked me, curious, if my wife would not be suspicious; when I looked at her surprised by the question, Isaura gave a naughty chuckle, saying that everyone at the motel knew that I was married, since it was something that I did not hide, since I always appeared accompanied by different women, but still wearing my wedding ring. I replied that my wife had never reported any suspicion, even assuming that she had her personal suspicions there. Isaura laughed again and began to get dressed for the exit. We left the suite and while I was paying the bill I was amused by the looks of Isaura's former colleagues who were a mixture of admiration, surprise and envy, and their envy was my most touching personal pride of all time. I left her in the same place where we had met in the morning and it was past noon when we kissed and she thanked me for that unforgettable morning. I replied that the thanks should be mine and that if she wanted to "make fun" of her former colleagues she could just call me. Isaura called me an abuser and got out of the car closing the door behind her and leaving with a typical outburst of satisfied and fulfilled women. I loved that unforgettable day, and even though I never met Isaura again, I kept forever that unusual experience of fucking the maid at the motel I used to frequent.