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"Housekeeping!" Dave announced and knocked. After a moment of silence, he slid his master keycard through the slot and pushed open the door with a shoulder, sticking his foot in the crack so it would stay open while he dragged in his cart of cleaning supplies. It was the last suite of the day the fox had to clean: the Presidential Suite. Located on the top floor of the fanciest (or at least the most expensive) hotel in town, it was a home-away-from-home for CEO's, entrepreneurs, millionaires, and rich politicians. Even movie stars stayed from time to time. But there was one thing most of them had in common: they were complete slobs. And Dave was always the one to clean up after them.

The brown-furred fox sighed. At least he could go home and get some lunch after this: away from all the huge ritzy rooms and back to the simplicity of his small apartment. Back to the three things he loved most: the TV, the shower, and his bed. These were his escapes from his monotonous, nearly-minimum-wage job and the smell of disinfectant. At least for a little while.

He turned around to survey the no-doubt slovenly room and gasped. It was worse than he had ever seen it, and he had seen quite a bit. The vase on the table in the dining room had been knocked to the ground, the table's chairs were at far corners of the room, the sofa looked like it had gone through a paper shredder, pillows were strewn all over the floor, the paintings on the walls hung at odd angles, and the curtains across the floor-to-ceiling window had fallen down. He could only imagine what the other rooms looked like.

Maybe I won't be getting back home soon after all, Dave thought. Cursing under his breath, he closed the door behind him and set to work. He was almost disappointed there wasn't any blood--a murder scene wouldn't be his mess to clean up.

He stepped into the dining room and was stopped in his tracks by the smell: musk. Even to his disinfectant-numbed olfactory organs it was staggering. Mixed in with the strong smell was the distinct slightly-sweet-slightly-rotten scent of semen._At least that explains the mess..._Whoever was currently renting the room must have one heck of a sex drive.

As he went further into the room, the mess began to tell a story. The vase had probably been knocked down by the two occupants in the throes of love on top of the table. The ripped-up upholstery on the sofa formed two large lines going lengthwise down the couch, each with four smaller tears. These were undoubtedly claw marks from someone lying on his or her back on the couch. Dave wondered what had caused that person so much pleasure--a blowjob? Being ridden cowgirl style? Missionary? He could only guess.

As for the askew paintings and the curtains, one lover had probably pinned the other to the wall. Dave walked over to inspect it, the smell of the room making him dizzy. Sure enough, he found a spot on the wall that was a little shinier than the rest. Judging by its shape it must have been made up of nearly a dozen individual strands of cum that had dribbled down about a foot and a half.That's a lot of semen, he thought to himself.

He stepped back and saw the carpet about a foot away from that spot on the wall was matted down, as if wet. It was too far from the wall to be the product of the first lover, so he could only assume there was a second male involved. The wet area was at least six inches across, and after a tentative prod with a finger, found to be still damp. Whoever was responsible for this particular puddle must have been_very_well-endowed.

"Wish_my_ honeymoon was like this," Dave rued. His husband and high school sweetheart, an otter named Grant, seemed a bit off on their honeymoon. The fox had passed it off as post-wedding jitters, but as it turned out, Grant had been seeing someone else. 'Someone who can offer me more in bed,' as the otter put it. Dave was heartbroken. After only three months of marriage, they divorced. The fox never found out who the other suitor was.

Dave busied himself replacing the pillows and chairs in their proper place. He'd have to call maintenance to see if they had any replacement couches, or at least a nice-looking sheet to put over the cushions to hide the tears from future guests. Next he straightened the pictures and re-hung the curtain. The curtain rod had simply fallen off one of its hooks; the fabric itself seemed to be intact. With this complete, he fetched the disinfectant and some paper towels from the cleaning cart and got to work scrubbing down the wall. The stench of bodily fluids mixed with cleaning agents was nauseating. Dave's stomach churned, and he had to force himself to keep going.Maybe it's better to just let it dry first... He did the best he could cleaning the damp spot on the floor by paw, but he'd probably have to get a steam vacuum from the basement to fully get it out. At least the carpet was already white, so any possible discoloration would be hard to notice.

After a few minutes the room looked nearly good as new, save for the couch and the damp spot on the floor. Dave was displeased with the final result. He had been hired for his eye for perfection, and the room was far from perfect. If he ever met the current occupants he would give them a piece of his mind, no matter how well-endowed the two males were.

But just thinking about them made the fox horny. He had no idea who the current guests were or of what species, but he could always fantasize. A couple of horses, perhaps? No, couldn't be. If it was he'd have a_lot_ more carpet to clean, but he smiled at the thought anyway. Maybe I can find out more about them from the bathroom, he thought, the smile on his muzzle growing wider.

The suite's bathroom had two entrances: one from the (thankfully clean) kitchenette and the other from the master bedroom. Dave opened the door and looked around curiously. They had_definitely_ been doing it in here, too. The air was more humid than in the other room, apparently from showering within the last few hours and closing the doors. Judging by the current humidity, it must have been an absolute sauna in there when the guests were getting it on. The moist air hung onto the scent of seed and musk well, and Dave couldn't help but to gag on his first few breaths of the new air.

After he had composed himself, he began looking for new evidence of what libidinous activity had transpired here in the Presidential Suite. Towels lay all over the floor, still damp. Dave wondered how much of the moisture was actually from water and not sweat or semen. The high-end steam shower in the corner showed some signs of jizz on the inside of its frosted glass window, though it had been partially washed away by the shower jets. The hot tub in the other corner had been emptied, but still smelled lightly of cum. Even the toilet had dried seed splattered on the seat. Pretty much the only thing in the room that showed no signs of coitus was the sink.

He peered down to inspect the towels. He found two different types of hairs clinging to them: one was short and golden, and the other was slightly longer and black. Still, it didn't tell him much. The two lovers could be anything from feline to canine to bovine for all he knew. The only thing it ruled out was reptile and avian. Two mammals, then. But what kind?

Dave scooped up the musty towels and carried them back to the cleaning cart to deposit them in the laundry bag.At this rate the cart is gonna smell like sex for a week, he mused. Heck, I'm gonna smell like sex for a week, and I wasn't even there to enjoy it. From the amount of evidence of orgasms he had found so far, the fox could only assume that the couple had been doing it not all at once, but in sessions, most likely one late at night and one in the morning. Unless they had the recharge rate of felines, that is. In that case, who knows how much or how little time had transpired between orgasms?

He was reminded once more of his honeymoon with Grant. They only had sex two, maybe three times during the whole thing. And when they did, the otter didn't make it very memorable. Not to say that otters aren't good in the sack; on the contrary. In Dave's extensive porn library on his computer there was plenty of proof of just how energetic the little mustelids could be. But not Grant, at least not when he was on top. Dave enjoyed being a bottom, but so did Grant. The otter always screamed for "More! More!" when Dave took his turn on top, even when he drove the entire length of his seven-inch cock into his partner's tight rear, knot included. It made him feel like he was never good enough for the otter. In return, Dave figured he received about three inches when he was on bottom. It felt good, but the otter definitely could have done more with what he had, like he used to. It was quite the detrimental and dissatisfying sex life toward the end of their relationship.

While he pondered this he set to cleaning and disinfecting every surface in the bathroom. Due to the guests' extensive lovemaking the entire process took nearly half an hour. Every minute Dave had to steady himself from the nauseating odor of chemicals breaking down the jizz. He counted himself lucky that he hadn't eaten recently; otherwise he'd be cleaning his own vomit off the floor.

As it was, he was pretty hungry. He briefly considered taking a lunch break and finishing afterward, but decided against it on the off chance the guests would come back early and find the suite only half-cleaned. He finished stocking the bathroom with fresh dry towels, new bars of soap, new cups, and new bottles of shampoo and lotion (he noticed the latter was nearly empty). After a final inspection, he was satisfied with how the bathroom had cleaned up.Thank goodness for tile floors.

The fox knew that the current occupants of the Presidential Suite had only rented the main suite, so the two side suites had remained locked and unoccupied, making his job much easier. But there still remained one room to be cleaned: the master bedroom.

Trembling in anticipation, he reached out his paw and turned the doorknob. He opened the door slowly.

The commanding scent of the musk literally forced Dave to his knees. Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer force of the smell. It simultaneously forced his tail to lift, his rod to grow harder, and his mouth to moisten. The fox never thought he'd encounter a scent so impossibly dominating and sexy.

He didn't know how long he knelt there in the doorway panting, taking deep gulps of the concentrated musk, but he knew he should have had the room clean by now. He shook his head to clear his mind of the lascivious thoughts and do the job at paw. Looking around the room, the fox could only gape at the magnificent destruction. Bed sheets and pillows lay everywhere, soaked in sweat and semen. Paintings lay on the floor, their frames broken. Pairs of shallow dents appeared in two or three spots on the floor from where one lover must have gotten on his knees to please the other. Dildos, fleshlights, anal beads, handcuffs, empty bottles of lube, discarded clothes, and male lingerie lay upon every surface of the room. Forget porn sites:here was the epicenter of the greatest romp Dave had ever witnessed.

Dave's stomach rumbled. He still hadn't had lunch.Better do this fast and finish the job, he thought. He began taking the still-wet sheets off the king size bed, but the combined scent of lube, cum, and musk made his vision swim, threatening to overwhelm him again.Maybe I should leave those for last... He instead rehung the pictures whose frames remained intact, making sure they were level. This should have taken only a minute or two, but with the fox's head abuzz with sexual desire, even this simple task seemed to stretch on forever.

"This is hopeless," Dave said aloud. He knew he wouldn't be able to think straight unless he had some sort of release. But in a guest's room? He looked to the bed. "Well, if I'm going to be replacing the sheets anyway..." Giving in to his dark desires he sat down gingerly on the damp bed and stroked his already-hard member through his khaki dress pants, noticing the small dark spot where the tip of his penis was. He chuckled. "Eager thing." He undid his belt and tossed it on the floor, and slowly unzipped his zipper, reveling in the newfound freedom his restrictive pants could not offer. The head of his dick poked through the already-widening gap in his underwear. The fox smiled and stroked it, giving a yip of pleasure as it sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. His brown fur stood on end as he brushed his finger delicately down his length, caressed the knot, and traced it down to the base of the shaft. He let his other fingers find their way down and sink deeper, caressing his sensitive sack. Dave took a deep breath of the sex-filled air around him, succumbing to its mystical power. He shivered in pleasure, and smiled knowing that he had only just begun.

Yet there was still something missing. His tail was still raised uncomfortably, as if begging for something to fill the tight hole underneath. He hadn't put anything in there in months, and his body was letting him know it. Dave frowned. He could just use a couple fingers, or... The dildos and sex toys strewn about the room seemed to call to him, beckoning him to reach out and grasp them, to put the mystery guests' juices inside his ass.

He knew it was strictly forbidden to touch or use guests' possessions, but he couldn't stop his paw from curling around the nearest toy, a stiff purple dildo about six inches in length, one and a quarter in width, and sporting an ample knot at the base. He tried to let go, but his paw held onto it with an iron grip despite his wishes. It brought the silicone dick up to his muzzle, letting him breathe in the musky scent in its most concentrated form yet. The fox's tongue flopped out involuntarily, eager to please his invisible master.

There was no use fighting it any longer. After promising himself he'd sanitize it before putting it back, he put the purple dong to his lips and drew his tongue along its length. The distinct taste of taint filled his senses and made him drool, further slickening the still-lubed silicone. He rubbed his tongue up and down its length, pausing to swirl his tongue around the knot. Every breath and every lick made his head buzz and his body want for more.

Dave heard the click of a door unlocking. He froze mid-lick.

He heard the door to the living room swoosh open and two sets of footsteps shuffle in. There was no time to think. Dave had to get to his cart to make it look like he was still cleaning. If they found out what he was doing...

If they've been out for a while they may need to use the bathroom first, Dave reasoned, so maybe I can sneak out the door to the living room. He slipped quietly off the bed and stole his way to the door. He paused for a second to listen. One of the guests made some sort of comment about the cleaning cart still in the main room, and the other laughed. One voice was definitely deeper than the other, but the fox still couldn't determine the species of either. One set of footsteps started moving, and suddenly turned from soft thuds to harsh clicks. Somebody had just entered the kitchenette. The other steps started moving, past the door Dave hid behind and toward the other guest.

This may be my only chance, Dave thought. After taking a moment to decide what to say when he encountered the guests, he took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and pulled open the door.

A startled-looking jaguar in a slimming grey graphic tee stood on the other side, paw stopped mid-reach for the now-gone doorknob.Dang, he must have switched directions. The guest raised a dark eyebrow over his ice-blue eyes.

Finding his voice, Dave cleared his throat. "Sorry to intrude, sir. I was just finishing my job." The other guest now peeked his head around the corner of the kitchenette: a huge shirtless wolf, black as night with hazel eyes and standing a full head taller than Dave or the jaguar. Forcing his eyes off the wolf's finely-sculpted abs, he continued: "I regret to inform you that due to certain damaged items in the room, our hotel will have to keep the 10% incidental damage charge currently held on your account."

The jaguar and the wolf glanced at each other, then back at Dave, and giggled. The fox scowled. "I see nothing funny about arson." But this only made them laugh harder.Are these two drunk?_But between their cackling, he caught certain looks they gave him. _Oh no. Please no. He looked down.

The fox's dress pants were still unzipped, proudly displaying the erect cock sticking out of his boxers. In the rush to the door, he forgot to zip it back up. He quickly tried to cover it up with his paws, but the two guests laughed harder yet: Dave's paw still held stubbornly onto the purple dildo.

Dave didn't know what else to do except stand there, ears back and bushy brown tail between his legs. He was more embarrassed than he had ever been before. His cheeks burned red and he tried to force a smile. In reality he was about ready to cry out of sheer humiliation.If the boss gets wind of this my ass is fired for sure!

The jaguar's laughs subsided to a chuckle. He looked at his lover. "Did you order this, Alex?" he said in some kind of South American accent.

The wolf shook his great black head. "No, not me, Tiago," he rumbled. "Maybe it came with the room?"

Dave had no idea what was going on. He looked at them with pleading eyes. "I-I'm so sorry. I just--I was just cleaning and then I--"

Tiago held up a spotted finger to shush him. The jaguar gave one last look at the wolf, and received a nod and a small smirk. The slender feline closed the distance between he and Dave. "We're terribly sorry about the damage. Your hotel has shown us great hospitality. Now, let us give you ours in return, and then we can talk about possibly waiving that little fee," he said with a wink.

The fox could only gasp as the jaguar's paw suddenly grabbed a hold of his exposed cock. Tiago leaned in closer. "Let us satisfy your curiosity," he purred in Dave's ear.

The purple dildo dropped to the floor with a small thud.

Before Dave knew it he was being backed into the master bedroom and made to sit down on the end of the moist musky bed. Tiago's nimble paws made short work of the fox's polo, tossing it in the corner as one would a crumpled piece of paper. Next the jaguar slowly worked the long khaki pants down and around the fox's rear. The feline smirked as his lingering fingers drew moans of pleasure from the vulpine before finishing slipping the pants off Dave's brown-furred legs. Alex stood in the doorframe, his toned black arms crossed across his muscular chest as he watched with a smile.

Dave shivered, partially from the sudden temperature change and partially in excitement. The only thing that remained between the sensual feline and his own cock were those short, gray boxers. The crafty jaguar knew this, and decided to make him wait a little longer: Tiago stepped back and removed his grey shirt to reveal his white, rosette-covered chest crossed with leather straps in the shape of an 'X', joined in the center by a gleaming ring. He turned his back to Dave and swished his long spotted tail before the fox. Tiago put his thumbs underneath his shorts, straightened his arms, and bent over. The pants slid gracefully to the floor, and revealed the jaguar's toned ass. This too had leather on it, in the form of a belt-like structure attached to a ring of leather tight around each leg. A smaller leather ring held the long tail up so Dave could see the jaguar's taint clearly. It had definitely been penetrated recently--the dark center of the target was wide enough to stick a finger in without stretching it.They've sure been busy, the fox mused. Dave breathed deeply and inhaled the jaguar's scent. Yes, this was a distinct part of the commanding musk he smelled about him. Part of the sexy air about the place, part of the atmosphere around Alex and Tiago.

The sexy jaguar looked over his shoulder and smiled, enjoying performing in front of a new audience. He put a paw on his hip as he stood up and turned around slowly, displaying the pink barbed cock emerging from his fuzzy sheath. Below this hung the feline's ample white sack, housing a pair of testicles each about the size of a large strawberry.

Dave closed his agape mouth and licked his lips.I've needed this for too long.

Tiago sunk down to his knees and put his muzzle to Dave's protected dick. He pulled back his lips and bit the elastic band of the fox's boxers, expertly pulling them down and off Dave's legs, but not before his cold feline nose brushed down the length of the vulpine's cock. Dave let out a soft whine before Tiago leaned in and put his arms around the fox's lower back, briefly massaging his muscles. Dave arched his back in pleasure, making his cock stand at attention. The jaguar saw his opportunity and caressed the foxcock with his barbed tongue.

Dave gasped. He had never felt such a sensation before. It felt a little rough, but wet and tender and delicate at the same time. It was so... exotic. Tiago lapped up the pre already coming from the tip of the fox's penis, spending extra time teasing the head with his dexterous tongue. The jaguar withdrew one paw from the fox's lower back and caressed Dave's upper leg, finally coming to rest underneath his furry brown sack. He cupped it in his paw and swirled the orbs around in his palm, varying in pressure and speed. Dave shuddered in pleasure. Tiago's other paw crept lower down Dave's back until his fingers found their way underneath the base of the fox's bushy tail and brushed over his puckered anus. Dave yipped, and another spurt of pre came from his penis. With one last lick up its length, the jaguar put his lips around the pink tip and pushed his head down.

The fox let out a moan of ecstasy. He had never been pleasured from all three areas down there at the same time like this. Tiago was definitely an expert in sexual gratification. He marveled as the jaguar went down on his dick, curling his tongue around his sensitive flesh. Deeper and deeper the slender feline went, putting the fox's cock further and further into his mouth and his throat, not gagging once. Dave was quickly starting to go over the edge. Soon the jaguar's lips pushed past Dave's knot and reached the base of the vulpine shaft. Tiago pressed his muzzle into the fox's flesh, and simultaneously pushed a finger inside Dave's ass and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

Dave couldn't hold it in any longer. His sex-starved body finally succumbed and shot strings of hot seed into the back of Tiago's throat. The jaguar sucked on the pulsing cock, milking every last drop of cum out of the fox, swallowing every mouthful without gagging or spitting up.

His body was reluctant to end its orgasm, but after nearly a dozen shots of semen it finally subsided. Dave let out a shaky sigh and smiled. That felt better than it ever had with his ex.

Tiago slowly withdrew his paws from Dave, and let the vulpine dick slide from his mouth. The fox's penis shot one last strand of jizz as it escaped the feline's maw and splattered across the jaguar's face. "Sorry," Dave said sheepishly.

The other chuckled and licked his lips. "Mmm, tastes good. Now, time for you to have a taste of your own medicine."

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