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STAYOVER SERVICE
I work for a boutique hotel that's had to adapt during the pandemic. I was originally the Front Desk Manager, but due to lay offs, I was moved to the Housekeeping Department. I was busy inspecting rooms when I got a call that a guest wanted stay over service. We had just changed our policy from no service to only by request, and since it was a last minute request, my housekeepers were busy. So it was up to me to clean his room. I donned my gloves and headed upstairs.
Knock, knock.
"Housekeeping."
"Hold on."
I was surprised to hear his voice, since I assumed he was already gone. He opened the door and I had to stop myself from checking him out. He was a few inches taller than me, shirtless, muscular, hairy. And wearing gym shorts.
"Hello Mr. Burke. I'm John, and I'm here to clean your room."
"That's great. I'm actually working, so is it okay if I stay? And call me Steve."
"That's fine. What do you want me to do?"
"Can I get some clean sheets and get me fresh towels for the bathroom?"
"Sure."
As I stripped the bed, I tried to ignore the hunk of man meat sitting just five feet away. He put on some music and I heard him typing, but he didn't say anything so I kept my mouth shut.
As I was wrapping the damp towels in the sheets, I took the few seconds to check him out again. His pecs were perfect, finished off with quarter sized nipples. His chest was flat and dusted with black, curly hair. I guessed he was in his late 30s, so a little older than me. His hair was dark brown and looked a little grown out, which I completely understood. At that point, I hadn't had a haircut in two months.
He was clicking on something with his mouse and I saw a wedding band. He's got himself a very lucky wife.
"I'll be right back okay?" I said, as I moved to the door.
"All right. Just um, let yourself in if you don't mind."
"Not at all."
My first stop was the laundry shoot. I tossed the dirty linen down the shoot and my dirty gloves in the trash.
Closer to the guest room was the housekeeping closet and grabbed what I needed. I held the sheet, duvet cover, and pillows against my chest as I turned the corner, key in my hand. I knocked, waited a second, and opened the door.
Steve was still seated in the leather chair, but the leg of his left shorts was hunched closer to his crotch than I remember.
"It's just me."
I put the towels away first and checked the bathroom. It looked fine. I sprayed everything down and wiped up. His bigger bottles of shampoo and conditioner were still full, so I left them.
When I went into the bedroom, he had moved his chair. Whether or not it was for me, I dunno, but I had a better view of his crotch.
I opened the sheet and spread it out on the king sized bed, always keeping him in the corner of my eye. There was a lot of typing, but occasional silence. As I was bending over, tucking in one of the corners, I heard him speak.
"I, um, was kinda in the middle of something else when you knocked. Mind if I finish?"
What the fuck does that mean?
"Sure. I'll be done soon."
He clicked some more buttons and that's when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of porn. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a big busty blonde getting eaten out by a latin stud. I tried to focus on the other three corners when I saw him reach into the leg of his shorts. He was stroking his cock and from what I could tell, he was as thick as a beer can. He raised his hand to his lips and blew some spit on his fingers. Then he rubbed his cockhead, getting it wet and shiny. I accidentally licked my lips.
"You don't mind this, do ya?" He asked, as he pleasured himself.
Hell no, I thought. My cock was hard as a rock in my work pants. Thankfully they were a little baggy so I don't think I was showing much.
"I can come back if you'd prefer." I dropped the pillow on the bed.
"No, I like being watched."
I can do that, I thought, as I stood there, looking down at him. He hunched his shorts up, exposing most of his cock, thick and long, and covered in spit and precum. I wanted to get on my knees and put that beautiful cock in my mouth but I was also scared shitless. I didn't want to freak him out and I wanted to keep my job in case he did freak out.
On the screen, the guy and the girl had already started having sex. I watched for a second as the busty blond was penetrated by the latin guy's humungous cock in close up. While I didn't personally like straight porn, I couldn't deny that the whole scene was fucking hot. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him like a good boy.
"This is so fucking hot," he whispered.
I didn't respond, but I kept my eyes on his cock. He must've gotten annoyed by his shorts, because he stood up a bit and pushed them down, sitting naked on the chair.
Fully exposed, he was gorgeous. His stomach moved down into his pubes, which were almost black and trimmed. His nuts looked freshly shaved and I wondered if he had trimmed in the bathroom I just cleaned. I didn't notice any hair, so he must've cleaned up after himself.
His cock stood out, strong, hard and wet. I so wanted to reach out and touch it. Or at least pull my own cock out but again, I wasn't sure how far this would go.
"Hey," he said, breaking me from my trance.
"Yeah?" I looked him in the eye.
"In my toiletry bag is a small bottle of lube. Can you get it for me?"
"Yeah."
I stood up, my bulge apparent, and saw his bag on the dresser. I dug through it and pulled out the bottle of gun oil, which happened to be my personal favorite. Maybe this guy was gay after all.
I moved across the room and stuck out my hand, and he nodded. I didn't get it. Was this way of him asking me to put it on him?
"Get me lubed up." He commanded, his voice deep and masculine.
I squirted some lube on my hands and put the bottle on the dresser.
He moved the chair so he was directly in front of me and spread his legs.
I got down on my knees and grasped his dick. He inhaled then let out a small groan as my hands moved up and down his thick shaft. Precum oozed out of his hole and I rubbed it with my thumb. I wanted to put him in my mouth and taste him.
The porno kept playing but he ignored it, instead focusing on my hands jerking him off. He kept a tight grip on the arm chair, switching from holding his breath to moaning.
I couldn't help it and I put my mouth over his cock, stretching my lips around the thick cockhead. I tasted the lube but I could also taste his salty precum. I swallowed as much cock as I could, getting him comfortably down my throat. He raised his hips and fucked my throat.
"Fuck yes. I knew you were a cocksucker. Suck my cock, boy."
I grabbed his thighs as he thrusted his cock in and out of my throat. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me there. Then he let go.
"I need to stand up."
I released my mouth from his cock and moved back on my haunches. He moved towards me, taller than he seemed, leaking precum. I backed up against the bed, my mouth level to his crotch. He held on to my head as he fucked my face, grunting with each thrust. My spit foaming around his shaft and smooth nuts. My eyes watered.
Commanding me to take his cock further down my throat, I obeyed. I was his eager cocksucker, on my knees, mouth full with his meat. His solid cock kept hitting the back of my throat but he was too thick for me to take it any further.
Suddenly he forced his cock to the very back of my throat and held my head against his pubes. He grunted as he came, filling my mouth and nostrils with his thick seed. I could barely taste him, but he tasted... the only phrase that came to mind was "pent up".
He let go of my head and I fell like a limp doll as he released his cock from my mouth, pulling saliva and cum with him. He grabbed a nearby t-shirt and dried his cock as I caught my breath. He fell back into the chair.
"That was the best blow job I've ever had. Fucking great, man. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Don't worry about the bed. I'll figure it out."
"Okay," I said, not sure what else to say, as I pushed myself off the floor.
I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and dry my puffy face. I looked awful, but I knew I had to go back to work. I had been gone much longer than I should've.
When I came back into the room, he had already put his shorts on and closed the window with the porn. He held a $50 bill in his hand.
"Thanks for cleaning my room," he said.
Until that point I had never been paid for sex, but it was totally worth it.