Her reaction was instant, her eyes widening greatly before she quickly brought her hands up to cover her eyes. The sudden movement caused her ginormous chest to bounce as if it had a mind of its own. The bounce caused my semi-erection to turn full mast, and Kayla, who had appeared to cover her eyes but was actually peering through the gaps in her fingers, turned bright red and gasped as she watched it happen.
She quickly cleared her throat, trying and failing to cover up her gasp. I smirked at her reaction, satisfied by her interest in my member. "I-I can't bathe someone of the o-opposite gender…" She stuttered out, before trying to move past me. I grabbed her arm at the wrist, making sure to do so gently, and pulled her to me. This also pulled her hand away from her face, revealing one of her timid orange eyes which were still locked on my lower half.
Realizing where her gaze was pointed, she quickly tried to look up at my face, but upon seeing my smirking visage, she lowered her gaze in embarrassment, coincidentally meeting my member once more.
She blushed deeper, something I didn't think was possible, and turned her gaze away once more. I laughed openly at her antics before responding to her denial. "Maids wash me all the time at the Academy, why are you making such a fuss now?"
That was a lie, the only person who bathed me was Amelia, and that was because I had tricked her into it. And I was doing the same thing to Kayla. "U-um, but-" She began to talk once more, making sure she was looking into a corner of the room and trying to refuse me, but I didn't let her. I pulled her closer to me, close enough for a hug, pressing my rod into her stomach.
Her head snapped to my lower half, surprise and shock evident on her face as she stared at the thing currently pressing against her. While she was shocked I let go of her wrist for a moment and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling upwards. Her shirt came off quickly, Kayla moving her arms subconsciously to allow the shirt to come off.
It revealed a beautiful pair of breasts held back by a thin, almost broken brown bra. She had frozen in shock after I pulled the shirt off, giving me time to pull the rest off as well. I started with her bra, carefully unsnapping it in the back before pulling it off and letting it fall in the corner of the room. Then I unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.
It was only then that she regained use of her body, letting out light yelp and covering her chest and lower half while trying to back away. I grabbed her wrist once more, this time the one on her chest covering it, and kept her close to me. This forced her hand away from her breasts, revealing them, in all their large glory, to me.
"W-what are you doing?" She said, her eyes almost popping out of her head. She had decided to keep covering her lower half, so I had an unblocked view on her extra large tits that hung in front of me. Their sheer size caused them to be pulled down by gravity, giving her a slight hunch in her back, but it didn't detract from their beauty.
I spoke to her, not making eye contact with her eyes, but with her breasts. "If you're going to bathe me, you have to do it naked, no? Otherwise your clothes will get wet." This was actually true, it was something I had learned from learning how to be a maid and put into use when bathing Trisha. Kayla would also know this, so I wasn't afraid of saying it out loud.
"W-well yes, b-but I would on-"
I cut her off before she could argue further. "Then hurry up and take the rest off, I shouldn't have to do it for you." I put on a disapproving stare and applied some force in my voice, acting as intimidating and commanding as I could. She bit her quivering lower lips before nodding, and only then did I let go of her wrist.
I watched as she took off the last of her clothes, starting with her shoes and socks. After that, there was only her panties, which she had been covering the whole time. She looked at me, and opened her mouth to speak but I just raised my hand and motioned for her to hurry up while I continued to look at her.
She nodded timidly before quickly removing them, giving me a perfect view on her unkempt slit. She obviously hadn't shaved in a while, as long, curly brown pubic hair adorned her lower half, trying to obstruct my view of her pussy. Not that it did much, as I could still see it perfectly despite the hair.
Kayla looked at me after she stripped, looking to see what she should do next. I nodded, before sitting at the washing station and waiting for her to come and help me. Usually, the lady helping would wear a towel, but there were no extras in here so she would have to stay naked. Not that I minded.
She began with my hair, her small soft hands skillfully massaging my scalp and spreading shampoo into it. It was a nice feeling, one that relaxed me. I let myself relax in her hands, leaning back into her as she washed my hair. My lean back meant I was now pressing the back of my head into her breasts, causing her to flinch, but she didn't stop.
I smiled, intimidation was the right tactic for her, as she was now perfectly obedient. My hair went fairly quickly as she then moved onto my body. She used a sponge and rag, just like a normal maid would. She washed my body well, but she had one problem. Mainly that she avoided my cock entirely.
That wasn't something I could allow her to do. As she put the rag down, I grabbed her arm. "This last part is sensitive, so use your hands, not the rag or sponge." I spoke as I moved her hand onto my still erect manhood. She froze, obviously not expecting to touch my cock so suddenly, so I made use of her frozen hand.
I manipulated her small fingers to grasp as much of the shaft as she could before using my hold on her wrist to move up and down. She recovered at this point, and spoke up.
"U-um, isn't this j-just…" She wasn't naive, she knew what I was doing. But the question was, whether she would be able to refuse me or not. And I didn't think she would.
I clicked my tongue slightly, pretending not to hear her voice. "Your hands are too small." I grabbed her, who was sitting behind me and pulled her in front of me, kneeling down. I then grabbed her oversized breasts and pulled them into my crotch. "Use these."
She looked at me, staring into my eyes as if to see if I was serious. I stared back, hardening my gaze and looking at her expectantly. I watched as she gulped silently before leaning forward more and using her hands to press her own breasts inward to encompass my cock better.
She was scared of both my stature and my strength, meaning she would do whatever I wanted now. She kept her boobs pressed around my package, moving her chest up and down in order to wash my cock. It would have been fully clean a while ago, but she still didn't stop.
She didn't dare to stop until I told her, she just kept going. I grabbed a bit of water and washed my soapy, boob covered cock as she continued moving up and down. Then I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down, pressing the tip of my cock into her mouth. She didn't even try to resist, instead she simply began sucking of her own accord while moving up and down herself.
The pleasure quickly washed over me, as her gigantic boobs made up for her inexperienced mouth. Then, just as I was going to cum, I pulled her boobs away and thrust into her mouth. I pushed her head down all the way, making her take my cock into her throat.
I had done this so many times at this point with so many other girls that one would think I was used to the pleasure it gave but I wasn't. The feeling of her throat constricting around my cock and the struggle of her trying to breathe while her airway was obstructed by my rod was almost unparalleled.
The feeling of letting loose in her throat and the uniform movement of her gulping down my cum was euphoric every time I experienced it. After she swallowed my cum, I let her go, watching as she coughed a bit before returning to her maid duty. She grabbed the bucket of warm water, letting it wash over me and clear the bubbles of soap out of my hair and body.
Then she moved to the bathtub, motioning for me to enter. I looked at her with an approving gaze, I figured most maids would not be able to recover like that. Kayla really was a maid through and through.
I followed her motions, dipping into the not quite hot but not quite warm bath tub. As I relaxed, her hands went to my head, once more massaging my scalp. She had picked up on the fact that I had enjoyed this and was doing it again to please me, just as a maid should. I smiled and let myself relax even more, enjoying the sensation of her hands on my head.
She even went so far as to push her breasts against my head as well, fully accepting her role as my toy while also being a maid. My smile grew wider as I felt the soft, warm squishiness of her breasts encompass me.
I let this continue for a bit before I reached back, grabbing her by the waist, and pulled her into the bath with me. She yelped, not ready for my sudden movement, but didn't resist, allowing herself to be pulled quickly inside with me. She landed on my lap, but first, she breasts facing me.
Her unkempt vagina landed directly onto my cock, rubbing against its shaft as she landed. I pulled her chest into my face, letting my tongue run wild over her breasts while I manually moved her hips. I made her slide back and forth on top of my cock, rubbing them together in preparation for the real thing.
I watched her bite her lip, looking at me with trepidation. I raised her hips and pressed her entrance to my tip but was stopped by her frantic hands, pressing into both my face and the side of the tub to stop me.
"W-wait!" She practically shouted. I raised my eyebrows questioningly, but I didn't press her down into me, nor did I let her move, I simply kept her where she was, entrance pressed against my tip as she spoke. "I want to give my first to Jacob, my lover."
"The attendant?" I asked, making sure it was the guy I thought it was. The very same guy who had led us to the hotel and who I had believed was in love with her. She nodded, a thankful expression on her face. She seemed to think I was going to let her off without fucking her.
I smiled reassuringly, making her relax slightly, before pressing her down, making her take my shaft to the hilt.
She was wrong.