Natalie, from Housekeeping

Harold couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a porn so thoroughly. He couldn't even remember how many times he had played it as he jerked to the housekeeper entering the orgy filled room once more.

Then there was the knock on his door. Glancing at the door he hit mute on the tv, wondering if maybe he was playing it a bit too loudly. Resuming stroking his cock he thought about feeling his cock squeezed between the rainbow haired maid's tits.

If it weren't for the corruption swirling about him he might have realized that each subsequent play through had a less pornstar bodied version of all involved, slowly people were replaced by their demonic forms in the background as the film played on.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Harold hadn't ordered anything, he ignored the door once more.

“Housekeeping.” The voice sent an excited chill through Harold's body as he gazed towards the door trying to shake the impossible thought from his head.

“I didn't call for any housekeeping.” Harold shouted angrily at the door, annoyed to be interrupted as he continued his rigorous masturbation. He had been riled up for at least 3 full play throughs of this porno yet was yet squirt one loose.

“Sir, I need to inspect the room. If you'd prefer I can call security.” The voice remarked nonchalantly and undeterred.

Harold was going to have none of it. Storming off the bed he charged forward flinging the door open fully intent on ranting and raving to new heights about how he had no intentions of being further disturbed tonight

Until he swung the door open.

“My, you really do need housekeeping.” Natalie remarked with a raised eyebrow, glancing excitedly down at Harold's cock, then back up at him. “You're dripping precum, everywhere.” Natalie then added, a stroke of her hand up the underside of his rigid cock soon being used to demonstrate the viscous dribble slinking down from the tip of his cock.

“Now would you like me to come in, or should I clean you up right here?” Natalie then asked seductively peeling her top open to expose her large perfect breasts to Harold.

Harold was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, his ears, his electrified cock that ached with pressure to cum from her slightest touch. His mind struggled to respond to the unexpected porn turned reality.

“How…” He mumbled as he shuffled into his room holding the door open.

“The front desk told me there was a dirty, dirty person who kept watching me get fucked here. I thought I'd help clean it out of your system.” Natalie answered, parading in, her clothes effortlessly shed in a trail as she approached and lay on the bed feeling herself up and down.

Harold let the door swing shut, scrambling back in he went to reach for his wallet. Did he even have enough to afford this? How much did a pornstar cost?

"Last I checked you didn't need that to fuck me." Natalie remarked in a husky tone, head draped off the edge of the bed upside down as she spread her legs and fingered herself enjoying as the porno began to show her transformation.

"But... But... You don't just fuck for free...." Harold stuttered, finding his mind racing with growing eagerness past his disbelief at the situation.

"Show me what you dream of doing to me." Natalie confidently replied, watching as Harold's dick twitched eagerly. "We can work out how you pay me later."