Emma 'helps' out...

As the night wore on into the late hours, the room slowly started to empty out as people made their way home, exhausted from a day of indulging in their desires. Emma and a few other maids were busy cleaning up the mess, wiping down the surfaces, and collecting the empty glasses and plates. Emma's mind was still racing with the images of what she had witnessed throughout the day, but she tried to keep her focus on her work. "Hey, can you go and see if that older guy needs a hand?" One of the other maids asked her, gesturing towards an elderly gentleman slouched in a corner, looking slightly dishevelled and disoriented. "Oh, yeah sure, I can help him out" she replied as she finished wiping down a table.

Emma approached the older man, who was still sitting there naked, his eyes glazed over as if he was lost in his own world. Emma couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. "Excuse me, sir. Do you need any assistance?" she asked, her voice gentle and reassuring. The man looked up at her, his eyes clearing a bit as he took her in. "Ah, yes. Thank you. Can you help me to the bathroom?" he asked, his voice weak and shaky. Emma nodded, offering her arm for him to lean on. "Of course, let's get you there" she replied, helping him to his feet.

As they made their way to the bathroom, the man leaned heavily on Emma's arm, his breathing laboured. When they reached the bathroom, the man stumbled inside, leaving Emma to wait outside. "Do you need a hand?" she asked, feeling somewhat embarrassed but at the same time wanting to make sure the poor man was okay.

The old man chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Actually, I could use some help" he replied, his tone playful. Emma felt a rush of heat spread across her cheeks, unsure of what he meant. "Um, what kind of help do you need?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. The old man grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I just need someone to hold it steady while I aim" he laughed, gesturing towards his manhood. Emma's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing even redder. She couldn't believe that he was asking her to help him pee, but at the same time, she felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Oh... okay, sure. I can help you with that" she replied, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.

The old man chuckled, clearly enjoying Emma's reaction. He then turned, standing in front of the urinal, his legs spread wide, his manhood hanging limp between them. "Come on then, hold it steady" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

Feeling both nervous and excited, Emma stepped forward, her hands reaching out to take hold of the old man's cock. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of it was making her heart race and her palms sweat. The old man groaned as Emma's fingers wrapped around his cock, feeling the soft, warm flesh in her hand. She could feel him hardening under her touch, his cock growing thicker and longer as she gently guided him towards the urinal.

"Thanks" the old man said, his voice thick with arousal. Emma could feel her face flush with embarrassment, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the rush of excitement that was coursing through her body. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his cock twitching in her hand as he began to pee.

As the old man relieved himself, Emma couldn't help but notice the size and weight of his cock in her hand. It was thick and veiny, the head swollen and slick with precum. She could feel her own arousal building, her pussy growing damp with desire.

Once the old man was finished, he turned to face Emma, his cock still in her hand. "Your so beautiful, what's your name?" he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. Emma felt a shiver run down her spine, the intensity of his gaze sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "I'm Emma" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

The old man smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Emma" he repeated, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Emma. I've sat there neglected all night." Emma could feel his cock twitching in her hand, growing impossibly harder. She knew she should let go, that she was crossing a line, but something held her back. She wanted to see what would happen next, to explore this new, forbidden desire.

Without thinking, Emma slowly began to stroke the old man's cock, her fingers running up and down the length of him. He groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking forward as she continued to touch him. "Emma..." he moaned, his voice filled with need. "Please, keep going."

Emma felt a rush of power, knowing that she had the ability to make this man lose control. She tightened her grip on his cock, her strokes becoming more firm and purposeful. She could feel the heat of his body, smell the musk of his arousal, and it was driving her wild. "Is that good?" she whispered, her voice breathless with desire.

The old man nodded, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he rocked his hips, matching the rhythm of Emma's strokes. "Yes... so good... don't stop..." he panted, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Emma continued to stroke him, her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. She could feel him getting closer to the edge, his body tensing under her touch. And just as he was about to climax, Emma felt a sudden pang of guilt. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. The old man let out a deep groan, his body shuddering as he came, his cum spilling out over her fingers, dripping down onto the floor. Emma felt a rush of shame, mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction, as the old man collapsed against her, spent and exhausted.

After the old man cleaned himself up, he turned to Emma, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Emma. You're a goddess" he murmured, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "If you want me to repay you, I could..." he added. Emma blushed as she felt a drop of her juices run down her leg, which didn't go un-noticed by the old man. He eyed her up and down, his eyes lingering on her exposed skin. "No, no. You don't have to do that" she replied, feeling both flattered and embarrassed by his offer. "I'm just glad I could help." The old man smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, if you ever change your mind..." he said, his voice trailing off suggestively. Emma laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. She knew she should put an end to this, that she was crossing a line, but she couldn't deny the thrill of the forbidden. "Thanks, but I really should go" she replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty. The old man nodded, a knowing look in his eye. "I understand" he said, his voice filled with understanding. "But remember, the offer still stands." With that, he turned and made his way towards the exit of the bathroom, leaving Emma alone to ponder on what had just happened.

Emma's thoughts were racing, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had just done, how she had lost control and given in to her desires. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of it, the excitement of exploring something so forbidden. She knew she should feel ashamed, that she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. As she made her way back towards the communal bed, she couldn't shake the image of the old man's body writhing in pleasure, the feel of his cock pulsing in her hand. She knew that she had opened a door that she couldn't close, that she had awakened a part of herself that she didn't even know existed. And as she continued to clean up the mess, she couldn't help but wonder what other forbidden desires lay hidden within her.

As the last few guests finally left the party, Emma was surprised to find that she was the only one left cleaning up. The other maids had seemingly disappeared, leaving her alone with the mess and the lingering memories of the day's activities. She sighed, feeling exhausted but satisfied with a day's work. Just as Emma was about to leave, she heard a rustling sound coming from behind one of the curtains that separated the room into sections. Curious, she made her way towards the sound, only to find a couple still going at it on one of the beds. They were completely lost in the moment, oblivious to the fact that everyone else had left. Emma couldn't help but blush at the sight of their naked bodies, entwined in a passionate embrace, but at the same time, she felt a strange sense of curiosity and excitement. She watched for a moment, her heart racing, before finally deciding to leave them to it. As she made her way out of the party room, she couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that she had experienced something truly unique and unforgettable.

After a long and eventful day of working as a cleaner at the party, Emma finally made her way back to the cabin, exhausted but satisfied with the day's events. She quietly unlocked the door, trying not to disturb anyone who might be asleep inside. As she stepped into the bedroom area, she couldn't help but notice that everyone looked like they'd been asleep for quite some time, which was to be expected given the late hour. She quickly and quietly undressed, slipping out of her skimpy maid outfit and into something more comfortable. As she laid down on the bed, she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, and she quickly drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with memories of the day's activities.