I was finishing work last Tuesday when I received a text from Lars: "Up for some hotel maid fun? Today, 19:00." Lars was a friend, along with his wife Kristiina, who were a kinky couple I connected with back in January. Sometimes we engage in scenes together, but occasionally I have casual sex with Lars alone, which Kristiina knows about. Lars is a tall, well-built, bearded man with blue eyes, in his late 30s.

I knew what "hotel maid fun" was, so I responded with a thumbs up. The anticipation carried me through a stressful day at work.

After work, I headed to the hotel where Lars was staying. Lars and Kristiina live in Krakow, but Lars has insatiable sex drive that Kristiina cannot always meet. So he books a hotel room in a different side of the city and spends several days hooking up with women. Kristiina once told me she believed that Lars's hobby only made their marriage stronger.

On my way to the hotel, I received another message from him, "Room 828". I went to a coffee shop near the hotel and changed to my maid outfit: a tight black and white dress that came just above my knees. It was paired with a white apron. My hair was tied in a messy bun. I put on a light coat and went to the hotel. It was already evening, and the lobby was bustling with people. I had to walk past it to reach the elevator and avoid eye contact with any of them.

The front door of the Lars's room was unlocked. I took a deep breath, took off my coat, and entered.

The room empty, and I heard shower sounds from the bathroom. Lars was getting himself ready for me. The room was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere. The trash can was almost full, and empty beer cans, wine bottles, pizza boxes, and used condoms lay strewn across the floor.

I picked up the trash can and started collecting the rubbish. The bathroom door opened, and Lars came out, wearing a towel. He looked refreshed.

"Hello, sir," I said smiling, and continued tidying up the room.

I was bent over picking up some clothes, when I felt Lars's firm hand on my buttocks.

"Sir..." I said.

One of his hands moved from my buttocks to my neck, and he started squeezing. I let out a gasp. I could feel my throat constricting and my breath shortening. He then pushed me onto my knees from behind. I felt some slimy substance on the floor touching my skin. I gagged and tried to turn around, but Lars pushed me even further down until I felt the smelly sticky floor with my cheek. His free hand pulled my panties down. "We're not going to bed, " I realized, "He's going to fuck me doggy style, on this disgusting floor..."

I felt his massive cock, rock hard and throbbing, pressing against my backside. He leaned forward and started thrusting, slowly at first, teasing me. His shaft brushed against my pussy, and I let out a moan. His pace quickened, and he started pumping faster and deeper. As he thrusted into me, he kept his hand on my neck. His grip was tightening and loosening with the steady rhythm of his hips.

As Lars neared his climax, he squeezed my neck harder and thrust his cock deeper. I felt him release his load, filling me with hot cum. He grunted and pulled his cock out. Finally, he let go of my neck, and I fell sideways onto the floor. My hair had fallen out of its bun, and my cheek was dirty. I could feel his cum dripping down my legs.

Lars sat on his bed and lost all interest in me. He started texting with someone. I cleaned myself with a tissue and put my panties back on. I was getting ready to leave his room when I heard his disapproving grunt. He glanced at me and then at the trash on the floor. "Ah, of course," I thought, "I'm a maid after all." I found some empty garbage bags in a cabinet and collected all the meal delivery boxes, pizza containers, cans, wine bottles, and used condoms into the bags. I picked up all the clothes and arranged them neatly on a chair.

Lars was stroking his cock lazily as he watched me performing my maid duties. I did not know if he wanted another round or not. But when I finished he waved his hand in a dismissive "go away" gesture, so I left.

Later that night he texted me again: "Thank you sweetie, your were amazing. And even tidied up the room for my next girl!"

I smiled and responded with a laughing emoji.

This was so Lars.