After Work Excess (14 page)

Firstly though, in a final act of defiance, I instructed Jamie to leave, as I had had
my fun
with him for one night. Plus, I wanted to re-assert myself and continue with the way that I had treated him at the end of our last 'car-park' date, and continue to show him just who was ‘the boss’ in this budding relationship.

“
You want me to go home, even after we just did all of that?” he called out in shock, as he began to gather his clothes.

“
Yes, I want you to go home, as after-all – you've just taken
my anal virginity
, so I really shouldn't have to offer you anything else, as you've now had
all of me
...” I replied, before kissing him passionately and helping him to understand that I just needed to rest, as it was my turn to do the Saturday morning shift at the bank the following day.

Finally, with the flat back to myself, I tucked all of the PVC paraphernalia into the bottom draw of the wardrobe, and settle down in my cream dressing gown. I needed to be fully focused after a good night’s sleep - ready for work the following morning, as I knew that my job was now under ever increasing pressure.

After watching some dreary television for a good hour or so, I was still feeling quite uncomfortable from the earlier events, so I decided that I'd have a long cool shower before retiring to bed, as I knew that the hot water would hurt my sore and newly deflowered anus. As the cool water trickled through my hair and down my back, I thought about all of the recent events, and how maybe
only now
I had finally managed to get my cheating ex-fiancée’s infidelity out of my system and
out of my life
for good!

The following day after Jamie had mercilessly fucked and deflowered my virgin anus, whilst I wore my tight PVC cat suit, I went off to work with a naughty glint in my eye. As I walked through the early morning streets, towards work, I planned to aim to finally concentrate on my job and start to get my
work life
back on track in a desperate attempt to keep my job and at the very least hit my bonus target for the month.

But two things were playing heavily on my mind as I sat there in front of customers, whilst running through the usual process of completing home insurance quotes and opening savings account and they were:

1 How sore my poor anus actually felt, sat on my chair, with it no doubt suffering from last night’s
intrusion
as I sat there in my work skirt, heels and sexy office girl glasses

and...

2 How my evening would go on Friday, with the guy that had booked me for the night to go to his works Christmas party, posing as his sexy younger blonde
girlfriend
and then spending the night back in his hotel-room with him, undoubtedly performing sexual acts on him after having made small talk throughout the evening with him and his colleagues.

So how the hell was I supposed to concentrate on my day job, for today, or for the next five days. If only I could've  shared all of these worries and thoughts with my own work colleagues, as maybe then, they would finally understand why I was more than a little bit
off the boil
at work!

Thankfully though, the day ahead, and the subsequent week went quick enough, and before I knew it, it was once again Friday afternoon and I was packing away my desk belongings, and racing back to the flat to get ready for that night's
escorting appointment.
I obviously hadn't shared the details of my secret rendezvous with Jamie, and I had managed to keep him at arms length throughout the week. It wasn't difficult though, as after last Friday's PVC session, he was probably left wondering whether I was the type of girl that he actually wanted to continue dating.

***

The client had requested for me to meet him first in the lobby where we would go to his room and get ready together and get our story straight before heading downstairs to his works Christmas Party as a couple. I met him on-time as agreed, in the lobby of The Royal Hotel on Weston Seafront at 7pm which didn't actually give us that much time; he seemed pleasant, and I guessed that he was in his late forties, greying at the temples and of a stocky build and I’d say he was about 6ft tall, so I imagined that he would look rather nice once he'd dressed up in his suit.

Once in his room, he gave me my cash in advance for the evening and another £30 to spend on drinks during the dinner in case I needed to go to the bar for the both of us at any point. I then asked how he wanted to
play this
and showed what I had brought to wear which was an elegantly cut blue cocktail dress, which fell just above the knee. I chose to wear it because I knew that I would be able to get away with without wearing a bra, and also because I already had some sophisticated heels in the same colour. I could tell quite clearly from his expression, when I presented myself from the bathroom, that he absolutely loved it. He then sat me on the bed and explained the story of how we'd met, how long we'd been dating etc. so that none of his work mates guessed that I was actually a hired
escort
.

He then went and showered leaving me to change into my dress and straighten my hair and do my make-up ready for the evening ahead. I thought he might want a bit of
sexy fun
before we went downstairs; but he was more concerned with getting ready and having a good evening with no
slip ups
. I preferred it this way as it added to the anticipation of sex that we would undoubtedly be having long after the end of the party!

Once ready, I noted that he looked great in his suit, as I had thought that he would and we then went hand in hand down to the bar to meet his colleagues. He introduced me to several of his work mates as we enjoyed a pre-meal drink at the bar, and one of them even said, “So this is the lovely girl you've been keeping a secret from us then Alan?"

I managed to stick to the script, as my nerves began to settle whilst thinking '
So far so good
', and Alan, my date for the night, seemed pleased with my performance so far. Onto dinner and we sat with three other couples on a large table, and chatted freely over the three courses whilst wearing our silly Christmas hats. His boss and wife were at the same table and I seemed to get on well with his boss, but I didn't get overly friendly in just in case his boss started flirting with me!

After both dinner and dessert, I managed to coax Alan into joining me for a dance on the dance-floor and during a slow dance I whispered into his ear, to ask how I was doing as he held me around my waist and whispered back "You've managed to captivate the whole room, and even if the night were to end here, I would look back on it as a massive success..."

I was pleased and whispered honestly back, "But I'd actually be disappointed if the night ended here, wouldn't you?"

He laughed and breathed into my blonde hair "Don't you worry, when I eventually get you back up to the room, you'll be in for
some serious fun
", before pulling back to show me that he had a distinct glint in his eye....

***

At just after 1am he signalled that we'd better
head up
up for the night and gently took me by the hand and after we both said goodbyes to all the other guests, he steered me up to the room. On the way up he stroked by bum through the material of my blue dress in the corridor and again said how well I had done, and that he could not wait to get me back to the room.

Once inside the privacy of our room,  he removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the bed – with his hungry eyes now full of expectation. I sensed that this was now
my moment
, as I stood before him and slowly slid the straps of my blue dress from my shoulders so it fell to the floor, leaving me stood before him in just matching blue knickers and high heels.

"Oh my god...your breasts look amazing." he professed, as I stepped closer and positioned myself on his knee, deliberately making sure that my left breast was just a tantalising inch away from his face. He seized the opportunity before him, and reached forward to give my nipple a gentle lick, before he placed his arm around my slender waist and proceeded to lick my breasts all over, devouring me, with his hand moving southwards, to firmly grope my cheek. I wasn't about to deny it, having my breasts idolised was something that I could easily put up with, all night long, and somehow I felt increasingly comfortable with him, despite the bizarreness of this situation. He seemed equally happy to enjoy my pert breasts, but then, after a little while, I encouraged him to  lift his head so that I could French kiss him. I had started to worry that he was unwilling to take the next step, so I attempted to lure his
sexual animal
out, as I probed my tongue deeper into his mouth, showing him that I was more than willing to explore the outer-reaches of
sexual intimacy
with him. I reached down to feel his hardness, but sadly he wasn't rising to the occasion just yet, so I deftly unzipped his trousers and removed his limp cock, in readiness to give it a little
intensive care
. I clambered onto my knees, taking his flaccid penis into my mouth as Alan caressed my hanging breasts, enticing my nipples to begin to show off for him. It must have been the soft tissue of my hanging breasts, the hardening tissue of my darkened nipples, or the swirling motion of my tongue that gradually caused a stoking reaction from within his loins. Thinking back, it was probably a mixture of the three sensations, as I felt him begin to grow and to
fill
my mouth, as I lovingly licked and sucked him to an overly-proud state.

"Sorry...nerves I’m afraid…” he apologised.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you, we've got all night after-all." I replied patiently.

With his cock erect and willing for more, I raised my head from him and climbed onto the bed before asking him to lay by my side. I then slid my knickers off so I was totally naked and lay in the centre of the bed with my legs wide apart, ready to put on a bit of a show for him. With his eyes fixated on my crotch, I started playing with myself with one hand, closing my eyes and caressing my own breasts with my free hand, kneading them and squeezing them, for his viewing pleasure.

After a few minutes of teasing my own wetness, I told him seductively to just join in when he felt that he was ‘ready’. He knelt over me, stroking himself, maintaining his erectness, as he watched the sight of one, and then two of my fingers being inserted in and out of the tightness of my bare lips, whilst admiring my neatly trimmed dark blonde
Brazilian
topiary. He didn't seem to know what he should do next, whether to just continue watching me, or join in, so I aided him by asking him to kneel over me and let me suck him as I held his buttocks tightly. I took his now firmly erect member deeply into my willing mouth and began to encourage him to gently thrust back and forth, 'throat fucking' me. He seemed to love this and quickly built up a steady rhythm before sinking his body lower onto the bed and finally began to initiate giving my wetness the attention that I craved with a good tongue probing. I looked to the ceiling, musing that this really should be feeling more awkward than it actually was, sharing my intimacy in this way,
playing-away
from Jamie. I was clearly becoming the type of girl that was all too often
devoid of morals
, after I had first left them at the bedroom door on that fateful night with Ash.

With my feet and calves, still heeled, slung expectantly over his broad shoulders. He showed me that he was an expert
giver
or oral sex, burying his tongue deeply into my fleshly folds, extracting my natural wetness, and increasingly my heightening state of sexual arousal all the more. Prior to meeting him, the one moment that I had dreaded was that moment where there would be an expectation of penetration, but I had no such doubts now that I was here. In-fact I initiated our progression, as a few minutes later, I sensitively rolled a condom on to him and asked him how he 'wanted me'?

He was keen for me to stay right where I was, in the centre of the bed, with my thighs spread widely. I held onto either side of his middle-aged hips, and he gently pressed himself forwards, locating my narrow, but slightly parted entrance, as he began to penetrated me until he was soon encased deeply inside of me. In many ways it should have felt incredibly strange, being
impaled
my another man, but there was something distinctly familiar about it, after musing that since John, I had slept with Ash and Jamie, all within a matter of little over a month – not exactly the proudest month of my life, especially if my Mother, or friends ever find out!

I couldn't help but to begin to enjoy the feeling of Alan gentle driving back and forth within me, and it led me to think that sometimes I just wished that Jamie could fuck me like this a little more often,  rather than like some
crazed animal
, but at least I was going to get some sensual loving tonight, so I intended to make the most of the whole experience – particularly as I intended this to be my
final
ever escorting encounter!

As he continued to gently fuck me, I tried to initiate talking dirty to him, as I said “I'm a bad girl aren't I, up here alone in your hotel room?”