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The Multi-tasking Hotel Cleaner Intro

[Camera angle from my Point Of View.]

To set the scene, there is a sh*t of about 30 seconds where I’m walking through the foyer and you are walking in the other direction in your uniform like an employee. Just as you p*ss me, I drop my room key including the cover showing my room number. I turn and see you hike up your skirt and bend over at the hips in a slow sexy way to pick up the room key. Your skirt comes up all the way at the back revealing that you are not wearing any panties. [Low camera angle if necessary] Standing back up, you look inside the room key cover at my room number before handing it back to me and looking me up and down with a smile. You then walk off.

Scene 1 - Multi-tasking hotel room clean

[Camera angle from my P.O.V.]

I’m watching the adult movie channel in my hotel room when there is a knock at the door and the familiar c*ll “Housekeeping”. I mute the TV and answer the door.

You dressed conservatively on top with a light bl*e chamber maid outfit with a c*loured apron (ideally with the hem raised to reveal more of your legs). Also are wearing a hotel badge. Your attire gets more sexy below with your legs are in sheer pantyhose with a seam down the back of them and your feet in high heels. You are wearing long dangling earrings and your hair is tied up in a conservative manner.

The hotel room looks as realistic as the room in “Dancing sweet step-sister”. If not a real hotel room there should be nothing unrealistic for a hotel room. Instead of arriving from a hallway, you could come in from outside the front door.

Addressing me as “Sir”, you ask if you can clean my room. You say that I should continue to do whatever I was doing as usual.

You walk in confidently. I try to cover up the p*rn on the TV but you tell me that it’s perfectly fine and that I should continue doing exactly what I was before you entered. I lie back on the bed and start watching the p*rn.

There is men’s underwear strewn all over the floor - particularly around the bottom and side of the bed. You tell me that the room is a terrible mess waving your finger at me to tell me off. You sigh and bend over slowly again and again facing away from me to pick up my underwear from the floor. I start stroking the bulge in my pants.

You sn*ff each item of underwear to decide if they are clean or dirty and place them in two piles at the foot of the bed. At one point you put a high heeled foot up on the bed and lean over so that you skirt hikes up as if you are trying to compete with the p*rn on the TV.

You offer me a from the mini b*r. You bring the bottle and a glass over to where I’m sitting and clumsily miss the glass when you pour so that most of the pours out onto my crotch. You look genuinely shocked when you see what a mess you have made on my pants. You say that you are a better cleaner than b*r maid. You look really sheepish now.

You grab a cloth and begin dabbing my pants to soak up the You ask me to stand up. You shyly ask me for permission to undo my belt, then to undo my pants, then to take my pants off to get to the dampness underneath. You dab the front of my underpants - gently and carefully to begin with, then more and more vigorously rubbing up and down my bulge.

You look carefully at my underpants and say that you will have to remove them to dry them out. You promise to close your eyes while you pull them off. You very slowly edge my elastic waistband down with you eyes shut. I thrust myself forward so that my semi-covered c*ck is directly under your chin. My c*ck finally pops out from the elastic and slaps you on the chin. You apologise profusely, keeping your eyes shut. I calmly pull my underpants back up and signal for you to try removing the again. I make you slap your chin with it a couple more times.

You remove my underpants and put them in a laundry bag.

I point out a stain on the bedside table. You bend over to have a close look at it. You raise the cleaning container to squirt some cleaner on your cloth but I push it away indicating that I’m not happy with chemical cleaners.

You tell me that it’s no problem and you will use natural cleaners instead. You summon up a large quantity a of spit, making some loud un-ladylike noise as you do so. You slowly dribble it out onto the side table before beginning to rub it with the cloth.

Whilst you are cleaning the bedside table carefully, I am stroking my d*ck on the bed close beside you.

You glance across sheepishly to look at my d*ck several times, looking back immediately to the tabletop that you are cleaning to avoid looking unprofessional.

After a few glances, you ask whether I would like some lubrication too. You summon up a large quantity a of spit, making some un-ladylike noise as you do so. You bend over me and slowly dribble it out onto my d*ck being careful to be accurate from some high above. You return to applying the cleaner to the rag and rubbing the bedside table as if nothing unusual just happened.

You notice me struggle to keep m*sturbating whilst changing channel and drinking imultaneously. You ask if I would like a hand so that I can change channels and drink at the same time. You put a rubber glove on your hand closest to me. You leave the cleaning hand without a glove. You spit on your gloved hand.

[Alternate to wide angle across the bed.] You rub a cloth up and down the bedside lamp whilst casually rubbing your gloved hands up and down my c*ck simultaneously. You alternate looking at one and then the other every 10 seconds or so. You say that you must multi-task to get your cleaning done in time. You ask if I am multi-tasking appropriately. You continue demonstrating your multi-taking skills for a while.

[POV angle]

After a while I pull you roughly by both belts from behind. I tie up each wrist at opposite ends of the towel rack.

I insert my c*ck slowly down your throat until you gag on it. I give you an increasingly rough and fast throat f*cking thrusting your head back against the bathroom wall. This continues for a few minutes, pausing only to allow you to dribble saliva out onto your blouse and for the camera to slowly pan over how messy you have become. Eventually I untie you but keep j*rking myself.

You exit - panting for breath - to the mirror in the hallway.

[Camera close-up panning down to show the mess on your uniform]

You adjust your clothes and hair carefully (ignoring the spit on your blouse). You then carefully apply your lip gloss carefully, bending over close to the mirror.

[POV angle]

You ask me if you look pretty again. I reply by suddenly pulling you around by the shoulder and pushing you down into a squatting position against the mirror with your head back against it. I c*m, emptying my b*lls specifically onto your forehead.

You turn around, looking at yourself in the mirror and making adjustments to your clothes and hair. You notice c*m that you think it on the mirror. You scrub vigorously over the reflection of the c*m in the mirror but none of it is cleaned up. It just drips down your face onto your uniform as you are keeping your head back.

You apologise for not being able to clean the mirror. Given that the mirror is dirty, you ask me whether you look clean and tidy enough to visit other guests. When I nod, l you retrieve what you brought in and leave the room.

Scene 2 - Mini-b*r refresh

“Mini b*r refresh!” You knock and I open the door to reveal you standing in the hallway with c*m dripping down onto your blouse. [The camera slowly pans down your body to show the c*m.] You are holding a clipboard. Addressing me as Sir, you ask if it would be alright to check the mini b*r (I nod). You ask me if I have taken anything from the mini-b*r (I shake my head). You ask me if you could check how fresh my milk is (I nod).

You squat down and open a carton of milk from the fridge. You sn*ff the contents carefully to check if it is still drinkable. You carefully pour a small dash into your mouth. Suddenly I grab the bottom of the carton and pour more of it to fill your mouth. Before you can swallow, I shove my d*ck into your mouth causing the milk to gush out as I thrust my c*ck deep inside your mouth a few times. Milk runs down your uniform. I refill your mouth and repeat a couple of times.

[Camera angle from behind your slightly to one side]

You stand and bend at the hips repeatedly to pull out bottles out one by one from the fridge before marking them off on the clipboard. I rub my d*ck up and down against the back of your legs.

Whilst your are bending over I poke my fingers into your crotch area and pull open your panties to create a small h*le. I push my d*ck into you and start f*cking you from behind. Your head is pushed into the fridge every thrust makes the bottles in the fridge rattle. You continue to look through the bottles and make notes on the clipboard for a couple of minutes but your writing gets more and more messy as the thrusting gets harder until bottles fall out of the fridge and you scramble to put them back in.

[POV camera angle]

You turn around and squat in-front of me whilst I j*rk my c*ck.

You are focused on checking off the form on your clipboard, ignoring how I am j*rking off right in-front of you.

You tell me that everything seems to be in order except that you think that the milk was not fresh and that you’ll need to get more milk. As you are describing how important it is to drink fresh milk every day when...

I suddenly sh*ot a big load of come over your forehead. You look shocked as you scrape a l*ttle c*m from your forehead and cautiously taste a l*ttle. You tell me that this milk tastes fresh and if there’s plenty more of it you won’t need to fetch another carton.

You see me turn and aim at the side table. You exclaim that you’ll be fired if you leave the room in a mess. You jump up dramatically, run and drape yourself over the side table so as to protect it from the sh*oting c*m. I c*m on your blouse instead.

You see me turn and aim at the bed. You jump onto the bed to protect it with your body. I c*m on your legs instead. You see me aim for the study table and you run to protect that. I c*m on your dress.

You see me walk to the bathroom. You run and squeeze past me to get in first. You see me aim for the toilet. You duck in-front of where I am aiming and take a big load in the face. I turn and aim for the sink. You quickly react to protect the sink with your upper body and face. I squirt the rest of my think c*m onto your face.

You cry out that you can’t see because you have my milk in your eyes. Blinded by my c*m, you stick out your hands, trying to feel your way around the room. You stagger out and around the room as if knocking into various things including knocking my underwear all over the floor. Eventually you find your way to the door.

You turn to me and say:

"I must get to the hotel manager quickly so that she can taste this fresh milk from my face. I will ask her if she approves your "man milk" as a special room service option for our female guests. If approved, do you agree to being milked up to once every 15 minutes by our female hotel staff?" Camera nods Yes.

For approximately 20 seconds, the camera films you walking down the hotel hallway in the messy state that you left the hotel room in. The camera angle is from directly in-front of you, except when you walk past the cameraman in the final few seconds.

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CUSTOMER'S FEEDBACK:

OMG, this is Epic!! Your spitting, g*gging and drooling is so much better than I imagined. Doing your makeup in the mirror whilst being given a c*m facial and trying to clean the mirror while c*m runs down your face is priceless!! Incredibly well done. Thank you!

Multi-tasking Maid = First part