Housekeeping Cleans You Up

You take a few minutes to get up and start putting on your pants. It feels a bit unusual to be doing so without your boxers on. You haven't quite pulled them up all the way when you hear a voice from behind you as someone seems to have silently entered the suite.

"Well, isn't that a lovely sight," comes a melodious voice, "I don't think you've been a dirty enough boy to need housekeeping, but I can soon fix that."

As you start to turn you can hear the new arrival walking towards the bed. The sound of fabric sliding down to the floor accompanies the movements. Because of the awkward position of your pants it takes you a bit to shuffle around to face the bed and by this time the new arrival appears to have slipped out of her skirt and top which your eyes pass over on the floor.

Your heart pounds as you take in the sight of the housekeeper leaning seductively against the bed, wearing only high heels and black lacy lingerie that clings to her curves. You remember how amazing she looked earlier in her skirt and blouse, but now she is nothing short of stunning. Her beauty renders you speechless as your eyes trace over every perfect inch of her.

You feel your skin flush with heat as her gaze slips down your body, acutely aware that your pants are only up to mid thigh. Her eyes comes to rest on the obvious reaction your body is having to her incredible form.

"Perhaps you are a dirty boy after all," she says, seductively eying your erection. "Why don't you get over here and let me clean that for you?"

You yank your pants off with **** haste, feeling the heat of passion radiating from your body as you make your way to the housekeeper. Her seductive smile sends waves of anticipation through you and you can barely contain yourself while closing the gap between the two of you. Finally close enough to touch her, she takes hold and guides you onto the bed. You lay before her on your back, trembling with desire and ready for whatever comes next.

She wraps her soft, inviting lips around your hard length and begins to devour you in a frenzy. Her tongue swirls around and over each individual ridge and vein with such intensity that it makes your breathing become ragged as the pleasure intensifies. Every flick of her agile tongue sends electrifying shocks through your body until nothing else matters in the world but the pleasure emanating from her magical mouth.

She stops sucking your cock abruptly, casting her gaze into your eyes with a seductive smile. "You know, I'm getting awfully wet from cleaning you," she says with a sly smile, "perhaps you could take care of that while I take care of you?" With those words she repositions herself so that her lingerie clad pussy is over your face as she returns her attention to your throbbing erection.

You feel her lips wrap themselves around your cock once more as you eagerly pull aside the thin fabric covering her lower lips. Each slide of her tongue makes you ache with pleasure, and you gladly reciprocate by running your tongue along her petal soft feminine curves. The sensation of her moans vibrating through your hardened member intensifies with each passing second. You feel yourself slipping closer to the edge as she rewards your efforts with passionate thrusts against your face. When you can no longer contain the pleasure, a thick jet of cum erupts from your cock and into her throat just as she shudders against you, showering your mouth with her sweet nectar.

As she rolls off of you she looks at how her juices have flowed over your face and onto the sheets. "You naughty boy. After I took all your pleasure into my mouth to ensure it did not stain the sheets," she chides you playfully, "you let my juices make a mess of the bed."

You sit up, unable to stop smiling as you respond. "Sorry, but you were so much wetter than you lead me to believe."

With an exasperated sigh she waves you away as she stands and begins picking up her clothes. "Out, out, you've given me extra work to do in here before the next guests arrive."

You are much quicker this time to pull up your pants, as you doubt the guests will be as entertaining as housekeeping was. You grab the concierge's dress from where she left it as well, taking it as the souvenir she had promised it was. You then hurry out into hall in just your pants, taking one last look back at the sexy maid as she pulls on her top.

"Out, out you dirty boy," she chides you.