Its Housekeeping

Natalie pushed her cart past the door and steered it towards the corner it was meant to be parked in.

Or she would have had she not discovered the most wonderful thing she could think of, since taking Lucille's recommendation on moisturizing that is.

There in the corner on her stocking clad knees was one of the girls from front desk, cock in mouth. Likely the cock that owned the tatters of clothes Natalie had picked up curiously in the hallway. She smiled.

Tiffany froze in a panic. What was she doing? What trouble would come from this? What a magnificiently smooth pussy...

Tiffany wasn't sure why her mind strayed with that last thought. Here she was, the cock of a pantsless security guard between her lips, when a maid naked except for a uniform shirt barged in on Tiffany's compromised position. What was going on here? Tiffany thought, as she slid her lips down the cock once more irresistably as her eyes unkownly invitingly gazed upon the maid looking down at her.

"Well what do we have here." Natalie said with a broad welcoming grin, locking eyes with the sex crazed security guard, before gazing down at the sheepishly caught clerk from the front desk.

Strutting over with previously non-existant confidence Natalie embraced her arms around the security guard and ran them across his clothed torso, feeling the contours of his body. Kissing his unblemished back through the claw marked shirt as she looked down at the front desk clerk who despite looking embarassed at being caught here, bravely pushed on unceasingly with the cock between her lips.

"How deep can you make it go?" Natalie asked her, placing a hand on the back of Tiffany's head and **** her down deeply on the altered cock.

Tiffany finally came up off the cock with a slight cough, smiling even more sheepishly at the maid who's looks made her feel increasingly inadequate and inexperienced.

Natalie discreetly stepped back over to her cart, coming back she kneeled down next to Tiffany, taking a deliberate look at the name tag. "Tiffany, just keep doing that." Natalie instructed rubbing her hands together before reaching up under Tiffany's lowered hair and massaging something into her skin.

Tiffany moaned audibly as new pleasure tingled around her neck. As Natalie's hands wrapped around her neck Tiffany was reminded of how much she loved guys to place their hands there, holding her shoulders around her collar bone as they fucked into her. As Natalie cupped Tiffany's cheeks the moisturizer tingled deeply into her skin. Tiffany craved more of the tingling pleasure to be massaged into her, opening her blazer, and awkwardly struggling to undo the top few buttons of her shirt, Natalie's hands sliding down to massage the moisturizer into her breasts, and playing with her nipples.

Tiffany groaned and moaned pleasurably with the tingling warmth that now embraced her whole neck, cupped her face, and reached down to dance across her tingling breasts.

Natalie stroked the remaining moisturizer across her lips, a vibrant red taking hold as if the moisturizer had become a lipstick. "May I?" Natalie inquired, leaning in and diving down and deep throating the security guard as deep as she could, her lips leaving a ring of red around his cock. As Natalie came off his cock she feelt it lengthen. Smiling at Tiffany happily she then planted a deep kiss, her lips now orange and Tiffany's tingling lips now a vibrant yellow.

Omar, lost track of everything he had been thinking and planning. The relief of that girls lips upon his cock driving an unknown primal need for more. The arrival of the near naked curvacious maid just made everything feel better. Something screamed in the back of his mind that things weren't right, but that screaming voice got drowned out by the desire for more, and the lust stoked by watching the maid rub her hands across the clerk, and the small cleavage exposed by the partially unbuttoned blouse.

Omar had forgotten the fear of the changes that had taken hold of him. Now he just thought of how amazing it was to be getting a double blowjob, something he had previously only dreamed of. He threw his head back **** to cum with each head that dove down wantonly upon him. Stray thoughts of his old self began re-emerging, twisted with the Idol's increasing corruptive hold. Why did horror movies always make it seem like those changes by such things were evil? That this was a curse, or needed to be cured? Increasingly he began craving more.

Tiffany found herself unable to reach all the way to the red mark, the yellow ring she left being passed over as Natalie easily placed an orange ring in the right spot to make a rainbow. She was eager to make a rainbow dick, one big enough to be worth her fucking for a porn movie.

Tiffany was surprised as she left a green ring just shy of her yellow one. Was this cock growing longer?

Natalie lapped her tongue at Tiffany as she took a turn her blue ring shy of the green one. Someone's becoming my equal, she thought noticing as Tiffany adjusted her bra blindly as she slid down leaving the end of Omar's cock a band of purple as she slid off of it. Moaning pleasurable, thinking how nice it'd be to taste his cum on her lips, or maybe even the maids fantastic tits.

She struggled with her bra as it had begun feeling too tight.

Natalie grabbed her chest guiding her into a deep passionate kiss. She smiled, thinking how beautiful the seemingly paler skin of Tiffany was in contrast to the now glossy black coloured lips.

"You should get back to the front desk, they'll be wondering where you are." Natalie commented fondling Tiffany under her blazer. "You should lose the bra. It only gets in the way of a good grope." Natalie followed up, as Tiffany moaned happily.

Omar began desperately stroking his cock, he swore he had felt like cumming at least three times, but each time it just seemed to build, burning him with pleasure and desire, increasing his lust to cum all over the two sluts before him.

"As for you, I want you to come with me. I need a premiere fuck. Upstairs." Grabbing one of Omar's clawed fingers and suckling his fingers she gazed up at him. "I think you already know where we're going. Think of the fun we can have with everyone else up there. Actually, Tiffany." Natalie stepped towards Tiffany, brushing her cheek, Tiffany responding by nuzzling her face into the hand in reciprocation, before mouthing for a finger tip.

"Yes?" She asked alluringly, feeling drawn to following them and taking in whatever was about to transpire. Inside of her, part of her called for her to run, part of her thought of the excitement of throwing Alana on her desk and diving up her skirt for a taste. Or even going to the front desk, and when things got slow dropping down under the counters and tasting the cocks of the guys who helped attend the check in desk, or even fingering the other girls who worked it. The various ideas making Tiffany wetter and hornier than she already was.

"Check the wedding party in on the 5th floor. We want to make sure they have, the most memorable experience here." Natalie said passionately leaning in to whisper in Tiffany's ear. "It's the center of all these wonders here. Then maybe everyone can join us in... Bliss."