Housekeeping ...

Alyssa was comatose until she heard a gentle knocking, waking her from her sleep. She was still in a confused state when she heard the doorknob turn and the door creak open. Alyssa was still surveying her unfamiliar surroundings, suddenly realizing she was in her hotel room. She was lying naked atop the bed amongst the rustled sheets and comforter, all thrown wildly about. “Housekeeping?” she heard a gentle female voice exclaim with a heavy Hispanic accent. Alyssa quickly and reflexively wrapped herself in one of the bed sheets covering her nakedness from the intruding hotel staff. She was still confused trying to recollect the events from last night, though they seemed very hazy.

Alyssa saw the demure, young, tan skinned body round the corner, holding some fresh sheets. “Oh my,” she exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock and surprise. “I … I sorry,” she began to apologize.

“No,” Alyssa interrupted. “It’s okay. What time is it?” She was still trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. The young maid told her it was ten o’clock. “Oh jeez,” Alyssa exhaled. “I’ll just jump in the shower, and you can do the room. Okay?” Alyssa watched the rather lovely face nod agreeably as she laid the sheets on the chair near the bed. Alyssa rose from the bed with the sheet wrapped around her body and trod off to the bathroom.

Alyssa nearly screamed when she looked in the mirror. Her hair was matted in disarray, and her face was covered with a pasty white substance. As she dropped the sheet, her eyes bugged out to see her nipples swollen to stiff peaks, also covered in the sticky substance. She covered her own mouth to keep from alerting the housekeeper.

Flashbacks began filling her mind, replaying the events of last night, all in torrid detail. The vision of the two young men, who had fucked her unmercifully, flooded her tear-filled eyes as the embarrassment and humiliation settled into her reasoning brain. Visions of her eagerly sucking off the two virile cocks filled her mind as she absent mindedly opened her mouth, as if to accept it again, feeling the cocks slide in and out along her tongue. Her hands covered her aching breasts as she recalled begging Robert and Brad to suck and bite them repeatedly throughout the night. She watched her hands in the mirror drift slowly down to her swollen puffy, pussy lips. She let a finger slice through the moist folds, brushing ever so gently across her hooded clit. Again the visions of Robert and Brad fucking her in all kinds of different positions filled her hazy mind. The tears began streaming slowly down her cheeks as her brain was ashamed of her unfaithful actions. Nervously, Alyssa searched further, sensing something wasn’t right. She ran a finger around the rim of her stretched sphincter and gasped audibly when it slipped easily in, all the way up to the third knuckle. “Oh my god,” she cried as the memories of Brad and Robert’s cock sliding through her back door, flashed in her head. She pulled her finger out, covered with a thick gooey substance, recalling how she had begged and pleaded with the two lovers to fuck her ass, and “give her all their cum.”

The visions and the emotions were too much for Alyssa to handle. She started the shower with trembling hands, sobbing nearly hysterically. She was ashamed and embarrassed, and determined to leave and head back home to the sanctity of safety and normality. She scrubbed her hair and rinsed, three times, before she finally felt clean. She hurriedly washed her tender body, trying to avoid her most sensitive spots. Every time she would run the soapy wash cloth over her tits, pussy, or ass, images of last night’s events returned in further clarity. What bothered Alyssa intensely was the fact that she could recall clearly “begging” the two to take advantage of her willingness and wanton behavior. She also recalled being turned on and excited by Brad’s filthy, vulgar talk. When she turned off the shower, she had recalled agreeing to be Brad’s “cock-slut-****,” and that she “would do ANYTHING,” for him, begging for his cock. She was truly a nervous wreck at this moment.

Alyssa dried off and dropped the damp towels on the floor for the maid to clean up. She wrapped herself in a clean towel and tucked the overlap in between her swollen, heaving breasts and stepped into the freshly cleaned air-conditioned room. She announced to Lila, the housekeeper, that the bathroom was ready, making her way to the dressing table located across the room. The cool air felt wonderful and refreshing to Alyssa’s body as she sat at the table. The fog in her brain seemed to have dissipated now that she had made up her mind to leave all the confusion behind. She watched Lila’s lithe form disappear into the bathroom in the mirror as she grabbed her brush. Alyssa began brushing the droplets of shower spray out of the dripping ringlets, the water dropping onto her bare shoulders. It was at that point that she noticed the two light blue jars sitting on the table, and the tiny flame flickering from each one. The scent of fresh baby powder wafted from each of the jars, filling the room with a pleasant sense of freshness and calm. Alyssa responded to the candles’ effects, relaxing entirely as she stared at the flickering flames. All her troubles seemed to fade away as her gaze drifted to the mirror and got lost in the pools of her eyes. The urgency to leave had faded as Alyssa’s body melted into the chair. She continued absent-mindedly brushing the long strands of wet hair as the calmness enveloped her to the point where her mind seemed blank and void of any thoughts.