After Work Excess (15 page)

“A bad girl, no – not at all?”

“
No I'm a bad girl, a really bad girl, and a bad girlfriend...”

“
You mean that you've got a boyfriend, sat waiting for you at home?” he asked back, as his cock began to increase in pace.

“
Yes... He has no idea, he's waiting for me at home...”

“
Oh Christ, and he's got no idea that you've currently got your legs spread for another man's cock?”

“
No idea whatsoever...” I breathed, as I reached my head upwards to plant a kiss on his lips.

“
Christ that's just too much...” he replied, as if the very thought of what I had just described as all too much for him to fight against, before adding “Don't tell me about that, it's too much...”

I did so with pleasure as I exhaled deeply with every thrust of his cock, but it was clearly all too much for him, as he no doubt imagined
my man
, sat at home and wondering how my night out was going. That train of thoughts clearly sent him right over the edge, as he began to shudder, quite uncontrollably and his body stiffened as he suddenly stopped, deep within me and began to ejaculate inside me, and into the tight latex condom.

We lay together chatting for a good hour after our session, he didn't seem to want to have sex again, he just enjoyed my company, whilst we cuddled naked under the covers. We eventually ended up falling asleep in the early hours, only for the alarm to rudely awaken us at half seven.

I tried to tempt him into a little
morning passion
, but he didn't seem too keen and therefore I was a little worried that my talk about having a boyfriend sat at home, had left him feeling guilty, or maybe the harsh reality was that he didn't really even
fancy me
that much. I would've understood, but when I suggested that we take a pre-breakfast shower together, he readily agreed!

Once in the shower, my nipples quickly stood to attention, as they always seem to do under the jets of hot water, and my with blonde hair full of shampoo, I lathered his body and worked a sizeable amount of hotel shower gel into his crotch. I worked a rich lather up, into his grey pubic hair, before then finally concentrating on his penis, which had  already become fully erect, thanks to the attention that I had been giving his crotch, and my nipples, that were frequently brushing against his flesh. I firmly stroked his
soaped up
member, enjoying it becoming harder and harder under my controlling touch.

I dared to ask “Do you want to nip out and get
something to wear
?" and he got the hint and dashed out momentarily, in-order to fetch a condom.

I knelt down, trying to avoid the shower-stream, wiping my wet soaped hair from my face, and placed the condom into my mouth, before expertly rolling it onto his hard wet cock and then stood up to prepare for him. I turned around, with my back to him and my hair still filled with shampoo, and he positioned himself behind me. I placed my feet on the raised sides of the shower so that I was six inches or so taller, to raise my petite height – hoping that from there he could get the perfect angle right for direct penetration.

He stroked my congealed blonde hair down my back as he gently fucked me from behind, grabbing at my wet
soap-sudded
bum quite forcefully, before reaching round to tease my intensely hard nipples as the warm water ran down my slender back. I again started to feel guilty that Jamie would be all alone and probably still asleep at his parents house, but I told myself that I hadn’t actually known him that long and he didn’t actually ‘
own
’ me, so I thought '
What he doesn’t know, won't hurt him
.

After all, a girl has to pay her bills…

He was soon gripping each of my buttocks quite firmly and building up to quite an impressive pace, until he thrust into me for one last time and began to give me a second load of his awakened semen, after the gorgeous one he'd already given me on the previous evening.

"Well that's certainly woken me up", I giggled to break the post-sex potential awkwardness.

“You really are gorgeous...” he responded, kissing my ear, as he carefully released himself from my inner-haven. It was just what my bruised confidence needed to hear, as despite my new relationship with Jamie, it was lovely to be complimented by
a real man
.

A little later, we waltzed downstairs, smugly smiling at each other in the lift, before arriving at breakfast together, and sitting with all the guests from the previous evening, every bit like a loving couple, so I really think we pulled it off. After breakfast, we went back to the room, packed and and said our goodbyes with a sexy kiss, but not before Alan said “So if it's okay with you, I'll see you here this time next year then?”

“Of course,” I laughed genuinely, adding “After-all, we've got to keep up the pretence now haven't we, otherwise they'll be wondering where your girlfriend is, at next year's Christmas party!”

I arrived home just before noon, and as per usual I collapsed on my sofa. I wasn't really sure what to do for the rest of the day, and strangely I didn't actually feel tired like I had expected to. Alan had been a total gentleman throughout, and I had therefore arrived home showered and fed, as I laughed to myself '
What more could a girl want than to arrive home £500 better off, having had two steamy sex-sessions, a shower and enough food to set me up for the day
'. It was actually a more worrying thought than I think that I truly realised, the thought of how
easy
last night had been, and how easily I could fall into a life to doing this kind of thing once a week, and therefore not even having to worry about my performance at the bank. I had to try to discard those thoughts though, as I knew that deep down this was a very dangerous path to begin to walk along – '
but then maybe was it already too late to turn back...
'

Obviously I never told my new boyfriend Jamie about my
all night
escorting appointment, as I knew that he wouldn't understand my desperate need to get hold of some cash, despite confiding in him that I was an occasional escort, back when we first met. It had now been just over four weeks since our relationship first started and nearly seven weeks since my fiancée upped and left after me admitting that I had been unfaithful with an Indian guy (Ash) on a drunken night out with the girls. They had been seven very long, and action packed weeks, but also intensely wild weeks, whilst clearly on the
rebound
with 20 year old Jamie. Our relationship seemed to be going at ‘break neck’ speed after first sleeping with him only a week after meeting him, and just a two weeks ago - dressing up in PVC as a ‘filthy alley cat’ to encourage him to partake in
the ultimate taboo
with me , by actually having anal sex with me, taking away my last bastion of morality – my anal virginity. Of course, it had been cathartic for me too, as
anal sex
was something that I'd simply never let my fiancée entertain in our relationship, and I'd now
done it
, all in-order to try and get some closure over my broken heart, and the recent revelation of his affair.

A week had passed since my over-night escorting appointment, and in that week I'd only seen Jamie the once, as I really needed to try to maintain some space for myself, and to try to keep a level head for work each day. Although he wasn't greatly happy about it, I was trying to now see him just a couple of times a week, rather than every night of the week, if only to give my body a chance to recover from his ‘animal like’ sex sessions.

Having secured a little more time to myself, I'd also enjoyed a couple of
girls nights out
with Holly Claire and Steph. With the weeks passing, I had finally admitted that I was now seeing 20 year old Jamie, and they were understandably really shocked, but after their initial reaction, they understood my need to get over my heart ache. They also agreed that it was better for me to be seeing ‘one guy’ and getting plenty of sex than
going off the rails
and sleeping with loads of random guys on drunken nights out over the past few weeks, at least I was relatively safe with Jamie. But the plot thickened on our second
girlie night out
though
, as Holly let me into a secret about Jamie. She sat me down in the sofa area of the quiet bar, and explained that it was only a rumour, but she needed me to hear it all the same.

“
I really don't know how to put this Sammy, so I'll just say it,” she began in earnest “but apparently Jamie is expecting a child with a young girl from the local college...”

“
From from a past relationship?” I asked in shock.

She paused for thought, before adding “I really don't know whether the two of them are still together or have split, but either way, you should really watch out for yourself Sammy!”

“Oh my God,” I replied, feeling stunned, before adding “Well could you find out for me, maybe by asking your brother to delve a little deeper on the quiet..?”

“
I will, of course hun,” she replied – placing a supportive arm around me, but before adding “And there is another rumour too...”

“
What, you actually mean that there's more? Christ, what is it now..?”

“
There is also talk that he's been seeing a 40 year old married woman with three kids that works in the local TJ Hughes store, who he apparently knows through his Mum...”

I felt quiet numb at the thought of the second rumour, especially if it turned out to be true, and that he'd been sleeping with this older married woman, and then coming over to my place and then having sex with me. I felt nauseous, but then tried to keep it in perspective as I said “God that's so awful, if it's true, but you really can't believe anything you hear can you Holly?”

Despite my momentary feeling of opportunism, I was soon dashing to the ladies toilets to make myself sick, at the very thought of the two pieces or information that Holly had just felt that she had needed to share with me.

Jamie and I met up, a couple of days later,and although I didn't ask him directly about the girl who
may or may not
be pregnant with his child, or the married mother, I did manage to ask him if he had been seeing anyone else at the same time as me. He was quite offended that I would even ask him such a question, and his reaction made me thankful that I had dared to bring the subject up, as despite totally ruining our evening, I felt quite sure that whatever rumours Holly had heard about him, it was
just
that a rumour.

After an incredibly difficult week at work, where I'd only managed to place myself 6
th
out of the 7 personal bankers in my branch, Saturday finally came. It really couldn't have arrived soon enough for me, especially as Jamie and I decided to venture into town and go clubbing. It was a welcome change, especially after so many Saturday nights spent just staying in alone together, eating take out food and having sex all through Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, until the flat smelt of sex and body odour. It was therefore definitely time for me to once again feel good about myself, by getting all
glammed up
and showing my face in the town - on a Saturday night!

When we arrived at the busy seafront bar, some of Jamie’s mates were already there, which I didn't mind, as they had probably wondered why he'd been staying in for so many weekends too, but at least they could now understand why. I wore my classic little black party dress and heels, and thought that they must have sensed that Jamie had done well. It wasn't to be though, as I found them all quite dismissive, in-fact his mates were all jerks to be honest. Apparently one of them (nicknamed - 'kebab') was referring to me as Jamie's MILF so I guessed that he didn't really actually understand what a MILF was, as I haven't got any kids and I'm only 22!
Or
– he was getting me confused with the married 40 year old that Jamie was rumoured to
also
be dating, not a great thought!

One of his mates, called 'Barney' seemed to be okay though, and on the few times that we'd met, he always came across as a little more respectful towards me. He wasn't the sort of guy that I'd ever entertain the prospect of sleeping with, but he was okay, oh and he was called Barney because his full nick name is
Barney Rubble
because he was apparently always getting into trouble with the law, and fights, although to be honest, I'd never seen that side of him.

So as the evening wore on and the relentless rounds of shots got drunk, my
beau
Jamie, and Barney ended up encouraging me to following on with them to another club, as all the rest of Jamie's other ‘light weight’ mates got too drunk far too early and headed off home. Despite us all having far too much to drink, the three of us had a great time, even if at one point Barney tried to initiate me into having a bit of a
dirty dance
with him, as he tried to make the most of me wearing my little black party dress. He was just teasing though, all in an aim to wind Jamie up, and so didn't take offence when I bashfully pushed him away.