After Work Excess (22 page)

The base of his cock was cleanly shaven and he was of a good size as he complimented me on my hair and slender body as we again switched, as I sucked him in between lapping at my wetness. My only compliant was that it was all quite
clinical
as we were both aware that we only had an hour, and nearly half an hour of that was already gone, so before long he asked me to position myself on the bed, totally naked on all fours for him to penetrate me.

It felt both degrading and amazing, as he slipped a condom on and penetrated me deeply. The lubricant of the condom meant that he was able to slide his length into my tightness quite effortlessly, as I thought for just a moment about poor John, standing on the street outside. Those thoughts were swiftly interrupted though, as Charlie said “Fuck your arse looks amazing…”

I felt wonderful, as he offered further compliments towards me, as he continued to fuck me
doggy-style.
I leant forward, making sure that my hair was positioned down my slender back and propped my bum up towards him so he could thrust into me with more ease and even more deeply, all in-order to show him that his compliments were being gratefully received..

After several more energetic minutes, Charlie asked me to go
on top
off him and I readily accepted and climbed onto him, before riding him passionately hoping that my efforts would make him orgasm, before we ran out of time. He didn’t climax though, as he had a very precise way that he wanted to climax, so he ended up
finishing himself off
with me positioned on my back with my legs held high over his shoulders and my boots still on. As he finally began to moan and lose control of his senses, I gripped his arse tightly with my manicured nails, whilst gently encouraging him to cum, and to fill me with his seed. As his orgasm peeked, it was forceful and debilitating, as his belly slammed into my delicate entrance as he erupted inside me, giving off an even louder groan that I was sure my fiancée would be able to hear from the street!

After a few minutes spent recovering, I pointed out that we surprisingly still had ten minutes left, if he fancied doing anything else – possibly a massage.

He really wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next,
sex wise
, as he had enjoyed what we had just done.

“
We can just leave it there, or we can just kiss if you like?” I asked.

“
How about if you dressed up for me?”

“
I'm sure that I can put something on for you, if that's what you'd like...”

I showed him through my wardrobe of outfits in the spare room that I had intended use for future
meets
and he loved them all, but then he pointed to my work uniform that was hung on the back of the door ready for Monday morning's dreary 9-5 as he asked “But what about that?”

I laughed, feeling a bit shocked that he would chose my work uniform, over all of my other outfits and dresses, but readily agreed to it, as I said “Of course, whatever floats your boat…”

As I began to plan my transformation into
Miss Davies from the bank
, I was aware of the minutes ticking by, but I was also hopeful that my fiancée would be okay if we ran over our time by a quarter of an hour. I walked out and into the main bedroom naked, holding the uniform and put some tan hold-ups on, the work skirt, some plain workday heels on. I also wore a pair of plain white knickers, a sheer thin white bra and a tight work blouse so my nipples would show that they were quite clearly erect through it once he'd removed my work jacket complete with my name badge. To top it all off I put my glasses on and tied my hair back.

I walked back into the room and he could say was “Wow..!”

I thought, just by noticing his expectantly erect penis, that he was going to be well into this
role-playing
scenario, so I sat on the bed next to him, legs crossed, hanging off the bed as I chatted to him. It was as if we hadn’t just had sex, as I eagerly fell into full
role playing
mode.

I thanked him for arranging to meet me back at my flat, after pretending that I had met him in the bank and started a fantasy story that I was engaged (as I am) but caught up in a loveless relationship with a man who never wants to have sex with me (which wasn’t true at the time in my
real life
incidentally!).

Charlie loved this and played along well, as he asked “Is there anything that I can do to help you with your predicament Miss Davies?

I glanced at the bedside clock, noting that we were now well out of time, but I didn’t care - my fiancée would just have to wait, as this was all becoming too much fun. My mind was now firmly back with Charlie, as I told him that what I really missed, and subsequently needed was a “Damn good fucking…”, in order to help me get some of the pent up
sexual tension
out of my system. Charlie quickly took the hint and moved forwards, in-order to kiss me. I pushed him away and said “No, I don’t want you to kiss me, it wouldn’t be right, as I’m engaged, I just need a raw fucking...!”

He laughed, and adapted his approach, quickly getting the idea, as he pushed me back on the bed and lifted up my skirt and yanked my white knickers down, before holding my thighs widely apart in his strong arms, and moving into my bare crotch to lick me. I stopped him just short and again said “No,
not like that
– I don't want any intimacy!”

I hoped that I wouldn't need me to explain further, as I leant forwards and engulfed his cock with my mouth, just for a moment, and mouthed, with just three short licks “I just want you to fuck me!”

He pushed me back rampantly, and opened my jacket, tore at my blouse, and pushed my sheer white bra upwards so that my beasts were suddenly exposed. He then groped firmly at each of my erect nipples, and then very quickly slipped a fresh condom on and penetrated me, sinking deeply into me, right to the hilt, before asking “Is
this
what you want it..?”

I breathed deeply, trying desperately to try to catch my breath, as I replied with “Fuck that feels good…YES!”

He grabbed at my breasts and tore my office glasses off; throwing them onto the bedroom floor and started fucking me intensely, with me still wearing my crumpled and now torn bank uniform. I
absolutely loved it
; it was like we were having a rampant office based
one night stand
as I screamed at him “Fuck me,
fuck me harder
..!”

No matter how hard he fucked me in this submissive missionary position, I asked for it ever harder, and then I went really overboard, as I shouted at him “
Just fuck me, fuck me until you cum deep inside me and you've made me pregnant..! You bastard..!
” I was begging him to do this, to help release me from my miserable life with my fiancée, and my loveless relationship. He fucked me so hard that he actually
came
quite quickly, despite it being for the second time in an hour, and the whole episode had actually made me orgasm, and it wasn’t just
any
normal orgasm. I quite literally felt like I was exploding from the inside out, as I orgasmed loudly for him, leading to my neighbour having to bang forcefully on our adjoining wall, in-order to get me to shut up!

I never thought that
that
would happen whilst escorting, but on my first ever, proper ‘client meet’ to have experienced a genuine orgasm, was totally amazing! If it was always going to be as good as this, then I’d be seeing ‘clients’ every day at this rate – as for me
role playing
was the only way forward, from now onwards! Charlie had the confidence of his own ability to know that he had genuinely made me climax, and that I certainly wasn’t faking it. As I recovered, both physically and mentally, I sensed that he was very satisfied with his achievement, I didn’t say that I
came
, but with the noise I was making and the redness of my cheeks and neck, coupled with the sweat that had pooled on my chest and tummy, my body must have
given it away
just slightly!

***

Charlie left soon afterwards, after a brief chat and before sorting ourselves out so that he could return to the street not looking like he'd just had sex with
a whore
, and I wasn't left looking too bedraggled, before John returned to the flat. In the few moments between Charlie leaving, and John returning, I was left to wait for my fiancée to come back up to the flat to try and explain what had just happened, without offending him too much, before undoubtedly giving him
some loving
later that night. When my fiancée finally appeared through the front door, I had already changed into my dressing gown as he gingerly asked “So, how did it go then, as you were up there together for a really long time?”

“
Yeah it was okay actually,” I replied nonchalantly, whilst removing my
working-girl
make-up in my bedside mirror and not facing him, before adding “the money is on the table.”

“
But you two were a long time, over an hour and a half in fact?” he pressed.

“
Yeah, I know- he just took a while to get going...” I simply replied, not really wanting to get into the juicy details in case it made him feel even more inadequate. I’d already decided to save those
juicy details
for when we next had an argument - which, back then was quite frequently…

Back to present day now, and after the drunken events of the previous session where Jamie's cheeky mate Barney had managed to coheres me into allowing him to film us having sex, I had a bit of a breather from Jamie through the last two weeks, mainly because things had escalated so fast that I just needed to have a break from him. I had seen him once though, and that was on a day out to Alton Towers theme park. It had been arranged for weeks, and so I couldn't really avoid it, but despite my reservations, and the fact that four of his mates also came along, we had a great day out. The only low point, which was typical of their idea of a practical joke, was whilst were were all riding on the log flume. Jamie and I were sat in the front, and all was going well, until we made the last big decent at the end of the ride, the one when everyone in the log undoubtedly wets a good soaking. With my arms held high, just as we hit the water below, Jamie reached across me, and in a premeditated move, he yanked my olive green vest down, along with my bra, to expose both of my breasts to the awaiting drenching! I screamed, sensing what he had done, as I felt the cold water soak not only my top, but most of my cruelly exposed breasts! I laughed it off though, as I hadn't thought that anyone had really seen anything – this after-all was just Jamie being Jamie!

My blushes were far worsened though, when we all lined up to see the photos that the automatic camera had taken, as our log plunged into the awaiting water, as there was
yours truly
, with my arms held high and both of my breasts exposed and fully captured in print. I went
bright red
as his mates literally fell about laughing, and Barney only made matters worse by insisting on purchasing the photo, gladly stumping up £12 for the privilege of owning my topless picture...

Apart from that day, I needed to spend more time alone, as I also needed to preserve my energy for  work as I was desperately trying  and get back on track to save my job, There were also the niggling rumours that I kept hearing from my friends that my ‘
toy boy
’ Jamie was a bit of a ‘
player
’ and that he was expecting a child with a girl from college, and also seeing a married mum from TJ Hughes. Although I had no firm evidence of this, he was '
apparently
' spotted several times by my
so called
'friends' with a heavily pregnant teenager who was already pushing a push chair.

As always though, I preferred to make my own character judgements, so when Friday finally came, I arranged to meet Jamie at my flat and then go out with him into town for drinks. I dressed in my favourite little dark blue party dress and heels ready to go out on the town and put work and all the '
bad rumours
' about Jamie firmly out of my head.

Jamie was awestruck when I answered the door in my dress, as its a bit of a
show stopper
as my breasts are just small enough not to need a bra with it, but big enough to fill the dress nicely without looking
too tarty
.

Once in the bar, I stood purring like the true
trophy girlfriend
that I'd become, on Jamie's arm and dared to suggested that we should venture out a bit more, maybe head into Bristol and stay over in a hotel, or even go to London for a weekend and have a proper clubbing '
blow out
' but as always, he didn't seem too keen. I'm sure he would go
at a push
, but at just twenty, I mused that he clearly thought that this town was enough for him, but maybe I could open his eyes a bit over time, as I for one I certainly had ‘
big dreams
’ to explore more of the world.