Maria did not like her work as a maid in the hotel, finding it boring and tiring, but she figured that it was a temporary situation until something better came along, and she was watching for any opportunity to improve her situation. Exactly one week to the day after she was hired, Gonzalez came into the room where she was working. He closed the door behind him, locking it and putting on the security chain.
"Good morning, Maria. It is payday for you, and also for me." He handed her an envelope. Maria took the envelope from him and looked inside. She could see a thin wad of twenty-dollar bills. She put the envelope into her apron pocket without counting the money.
"$600 as we agreed. Now it's your turn to pay me," he said, and Maria could see the bulge in the front of his pants.
"OK," she shrugged, and putting her hand on his chest she pushed him back against the wall. As she prepared to drop to her knees, he grabbed her elbows and held her up.
"Let me touch you first," he croaked, his voice hoarse with passion.
Again Maria merely said "OK" and she stood with her arms hanging by her side. Gonzalez began to run his hands over her body, starting with her breasts, and then cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands, squeezing and caressing the tight round globes. His breathing grew rapid as he put a hand under her short uniform skirt and stoked her mound through her panties. He fingered the softness of her flesh through the thin panties and that stiffened his cock even more.
"I've been watching you this week, Maria, and I think you are very beautiful. I'm hoping that we will have a long and satisfactory arrangement." He couldn't believe his luck that he was fondling this beautiful young woman in the most intimate manner, and she was making no attempt to stop him. As he continued to stroke her pussy, he leaned forward to kiss Maria on the mouth.
But Maria had decided that he'd had enough fondling, so she pulled away from him and dropped to her knees in front of him. Quickly she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was completely stiff. She leaned forward and engulfed the cock with her mouth and sucked hard, stroking him with her hand as before. The excitement of the moment was too much for the sex-starved man and he immediately exploded into her mouth with a loud groan. He cried aloud with pleasure as he held Maria's head and fucked her mouth as fast as he could. Once again, Maria held his cum in her mouth until his thrusts had finished. She released the limp cock and went to the bathroom to spit out the cum and rinse her mouth. When she returned to the bedroom, Gonzalez was sitting in the chair. He looked at her appreciatively.
"Come and sit here, Maria," he smiled at her, patting his knee.
"No sir, thank you. I have a lot of work to do." She knew that if she sat on his knee he would have his hand up her skirt again, and she had already given him enough.
He looked disappointed. "Oh well, perhaps next time. I meant what I said a minute ago. You are very beautiful and I've grown very fond of you in only one week. I want to make our arrangement as good for you as possible."
"Thank you, sir, I like our arrangement too and I want to make you happy." Maria didn't give a shit about his happiness. He was a pig, just like the cops, but she was using him as a means to an end. She would play this game with Gonzalez as long as it suited her, and not a moment longer.
Gonzalez stood up and re-established his position as manager. "Thank you, Miss Santos! Your performance is most satisfactory so far. I shall see you next week." Maria gave him a small curtsy as he turned and left the room.
After he left, Maria locked the door again and lay down on her side on the bed. She realized that she was feeling sexually aroused, and wondered what had caused it. Was it his hands on her breasts and pussy that had aroused her? Was it the feeling of the hard cock in her hands and mouth? Was it the sense of power over the manager that she liked? Whatever it was, she was aware that she had needs also, and those needs were not being met. She had thought that the rape would have put her off sex forever, but that had been many weeks ago, and her body was now craving the gentle touch of a lover. She didn't have Pedro to help her with her sexual needs. He had abandoned her after the rape. She put her hand under her skirt, just like Gonzales had done a few minutes ago, and was rewarded with a pleasant tingle when her fingers stroked between her legs. It felt so good. She rolled onto her back, slid her panties down past her knees, and spread her thighs. Both hands went to work on her pussy, one set of fingers spreading the flesh apart, while the other teased the clit and stroked the smooth skin, then plunged in and out of the wet hole. She sighed with pleasure as the delicious sensations spread through her, dreaming that her fingers were the thick cock of a handsome lover, filling her hole, stretching her wide. The wonderful orgasm that soon ripped through her also brought tears of happiness rolling down her cheeks. She realized that she could still love and be loved, despite all the ordeals she had endured. One day she could lead a normal life again.
* * * *
Over the next two or three weeks, a similar situation occurred, with the hotel manager getting a blow job after a few minutes of caressing Maria's slim body. Hector Gonzalez was making almost no attempt to hide his growing feelings for Maria, and Maria had come to realize that Hector was trapped, in a different way from her, but trapped nevertheless. The love had long ago died in Hector's marriage. His wife was deeply religious and believed that sex was for procreation, never for pleasure. For medical reasons she couldn't have children, so Hector couldn't have sex. To her, it was as simple as that. And the few good looks she once had disappeared with her sex drive. The only two things that now mattered in her life were her church and her food. And she over-dosed on both. For a long time, Hector had been living a life of quiet desperation.
Then Maria had walked into his office. And now Hector was hopelessly infatuated with the beautiful young woman who was satisfying his sexual needs. He figured that something dreadful had happened to her, to drive her to act this way, and wanted to help her any way he could. But, in the meantime, he would continue to accept the current situation.
Their relationship changed after the fourth week. Hector met Maria in one of the rooms, as usual but, for the first time, they sat and talked for a while. Maria had warmed toward Hector, and no longer considered him a pig, but he was still just a means to an end for her. She sensed that he was lonely, in need of love and companionship, similar to her. After talking for a while, Hector led her to the bed, and they lay down face to face, fully clothed, while they continued to talk. He caressed her gently as they spoke, and Maria felt the first familiar stirrings in her pussy. It was very pleasant.
Hector rose up on one elbow and looked down at her. "Every time we meet, it is always you who pleasures me," he began. "Let me pleasure you for a change. Is that alright?"
Maria nodded.
"To do that, I need to undress you"
Maria had been masturbating more frequently lately, always after sucking Hector's cock, and in between times too. The thought of having sex with him was not as repellant as she thought it might be. If having his cock in her mouth was arousing, surely having the same cock in her pussy would be even better.
"I don't want you to do this, but I'm not in a position to refuse, am I?"
"No you're not. But I'll be gentle."
"What will you do to me?" she asked nervously.
"Just lie back and don't resist."
Obediently, Marie rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. She was extremely nervous, anxious, excited, all at the same time. She felt Hector push the skirt of her uniform up around her waist. After a moment's hesitation, she lifted her ass off the bed slightly to make it easier for him to remove her panties. She accepted the inevitable. He whispered some words of awe as he saw her shapely, naked legs for the first time. A patch of jet-black pubic hair contrasted against her pale skin. She felt the wetness in her pussy as he eased her thighs apart, and she waited nervously for his first touch. The first touch was his lips and tongue on her exposed clitoris, which made her gasp and involuntarily thrust her hips upwards. Her mind was crying "No!", but her body was sending a different message. His tongue felt wonderful, much better than her fingers, and she pushed her body against his mouth. She felt his tongue probe inside her, while a moistened fingertip stroked her swollen clit. She desperately wanted to feel her pussy being filled.
