4

Grayson violently pulled the woman who dared enter his room. He'd been trying to get hard using his fleshlight. He was amazed; it had been almost a year since he'd had a natural erection, until last night.

Even though he'd been drunk, he couldn't be mistaken. The moment he smelled her perfume, his penis had hardened instantly. No touching, no blowjob, nothing. Just her scent was enough.

Waking this morning, he groaned in pain. His manhood felt bruised, possibly kicked. He suspected the woman he’d seen in the kitchen last night. Despite his drunkenness, his memory was clear.

He’d already questioned the staff, but hadn't found her. He was sure she worked there; she'd been in the kitchen. She must be hiding.

He turned up the volume on his p**n. He grabbed lube and applied it to his limp penis. Even with the woman's moans in the video, his body remained unresponsive. He felt nothing.

"Fuck!" he muttered, starting to masturbate. One hand held the fleshlight, ready to use it if he could manage even a slight erection.

So focused was he on getting hard that he didn't hear someone enter the room.

He only realized it when he saw a woman standing there, watching him masturbate.

Shame flooded Grayson. He was naked! And he looked like a teenager furiously pleasuring himself.

When she tried to escape, he pursued her. No one messed with him and lived to tell the tale.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her close to prevent her escape.

He froze as her scent hit his nostrils. His penis instantly reacted. How could he forget the smell that had resurrected his comatose member?

Grayson stared at her face. She was petite, curvy, and her tight uniform hinted at a generous figure. She had a heart-shaped face, light brown eyes, and delectable lips. He licked his own lips, wanting to bite hers.

Without thinking, he pulled her closer. He was right. The moment their bodies touched, a tingling sensation shot through him, focusing on his semi-hard penis. It slowly hardened, until it was fully erect.

"Damn! What are you doing to me?" he whispered, amazed that his manhood was finally alive again.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Senyorito, wait," she said nervously. But Grayson was consumed by lust, looking down at the woman who'd brought his cock back to life—the first woman to do so in a year.

"Can I kiss you? I want to taste your luscious lips," he blurted out, mesmerized by her beauty.

"Ha?" she asked, confused.

But Grayson didn't wait for an answer. He was going to kiss her, regardless. He wouldn't let her go without the release he'd craved for years.

He captured her lips. The moment his lips touched hers, his fire exploded. A jolt of pleasure shot through him.

She remained still, seemingly unresisting. Grayson moved a hand down her body, from her waist to her breasts, squeezing them, eliciting a moan. She began to respond to his kisses.

He swept her into his arms and carried her to his bed. Since he was only wearing a sheet, he was essentially naked as he lay on top of her.

His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck. He sucked on her skin while his hands explored her body.

"Senyorito, someone might come in and see us," she whispered.

"Shhh, no one's coming. Just let me taste you, please," he pleaded. He wouldn't let her leave without experiencing her.

"I'm a virgin, Senyorito," she said, stopping him. He hadn't considered that. Maybe his experiences with American women had skewed his expectations. "Your... thing is too big. It won't fit," she said nervously.

"Fuck! Are you serious?" Grayson exclaimed, looking down at his rock-hard, throbbing penis. He couldn't handle another case of blue balls; he'd had enough for one year. And it was definitely larger than usual—a year's worth of pent-up sexual energy.

She nodded, blushing, but her eyes betrayed her arousal.

"Shit! I won't penetrate you, just let me hump you. I need release," he begged. He had to release the year's worth of built-up tension.

He continued kissing her neck, then ripped open her maid's uniform, scattering buttons. He pulled down one cup of her bra, revealing her breasts.

He wasted no time, latching onto her nipple, sucking and licking. Then he attacked the other breast.

He positioned himself above her, parting her legs and lifting her skirt. His hard penis rested on her panties, and he began rubbing against her.

She moaned, her eyes closed, biting her lip.

Grayson didn't remove her underwear; he didn't want to accidentally break her hymen. He knew he could reach orgasm just by rubbing against her panties.

"Senyorito!" she whimpered, arching her back.

"Yes, fuck! Moan for me, doll. Fuck! I'm gonna come!" Grayson groaned, nearing his climax.

He moved faster, his mouth on her breast, biting her nipples as he unleashed a year's worth of cum. It was a massive amount; it took a long time to finish.

"Ohh, fuck! Shit! So good!" Grayson trembled, releasing a huge amount of semen onto her panties. It was an enormous amount.

He collapsed on top of her, breathless, finally released.

"Thank you, doll. Fuck, that was so fucking delicious." He kissed her sweaty neck, his penis already stirring again, happy and content.