Traveling salesman and the motel maid.

I am a traveling salesman and I had been on the road away from my wife and three teen aged kids for a week without much success. The economy has many of my clients backing off on purchases that I can normally count on. Usually I spent about a week on the road and the rest of the month in my office setting appointments and managing sales. That day I thought I had a $50,000 sale to a company that I had been working with for six years. At the last minute they told me that they were not going to place the order.

I was crushed and mad, mad at the company, mad at the government, mad at the world and mad at myself. Mostly, I was worried. I had bills, lots of bills and I was looking at not being able to pay them. I had a mortgage payment of almost two thousand dollars due in three weeks and I only had sixteen hundred dollars in the bank and that had to buy food and everything else you have to spend to care for a family.

It was only a little after two and I did not have any other appointments for the day. On my way back to my motel room I stopped at a bar that I came to. I had lunch consisting of three straight shots of cheap whisky and then stomped out of the bar. When I got back to my room, I sat in the chair just staring at the wall. I didn’t bother to turn the TV on. The drapes were closed and I only had one lamp turned on. I was in a deep funk.

My name is Jerry. I am a fifty year old white male. I have been a salesman for the same company for twenty years and had always made a very good income. I am 5’10” and weigh 170 pounds. I have just a little bit of a middle aged belly and am starting to get a bald spot on the top of my head. I have been married to my loving wife, Fran for twenty eight years.

There was a knock at the door. It hardly registered and I paid no attention. The door opened and the maid walked in. She did not realize that I was there. When she saw me she was startled and she jumped. In broken English with a strong Spanish accent she apologized and explained that she did not know I was there and that she did not have enough towels when she had cleaned the room earlier so she was bringing them to me now.

I did not even acknowledge that I knew she was there. I could see her in the light from the open door. She was petite and slim with dark hair. She was clearly Mexican. I guessed that she was in her late teens or early twenties. She just barely had big enough tits to show in her uniform. They could not have been any bigger than B-cups but they were nice and high on her chest. As I sat there looking at her I could feel blood starting to rush into my cock.

The maid walked across the room and entered the bathroom with the towels. I noted that because she was only bringing towels, she did not have her service cart in front of the room. Without much thought, I got up and went to the door, shut and locked it. She came out of the bathroom and with a concerned look on her face she told me that they were not allowed to be in the rooms with the door closed.

She started walking to the door but I grabbed her by the arm. “Please let me go. I have to report back to the office.” I pulled her in front of me and said, “I am going to call the manager and the police and tell them that I caught you stealing from me, UNLESS you drop to your knees and suck my cock right now.” “Please Mister, I did not do that.