Hi folks, sorry for the delay. I know I’d promised you all a story or two long before now, but hey life has been pretty hectic, and as they say “The best laid plans of mice and men…..etc, etc”

I’m already laying the foundation for the next one so hope I don’t get side tracked and take as long…happy reading to you all

Lisa

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Being in charge and running a big hotel requires skill, dedication, and a whole heap of tolerance. When it comes to dealing with the public you sometimes think. Is it really worth it? The thing is all the moans and groans finish up on my desk, conveniently passed on, courtesy of staff. “The buck stops here” as they say

We may not like it at times, but its part and parcel of the daily running, as I continually tell them

“Suck it up and continue to be nice, always smile, let them see you are trying to do something about it…and don’ forget these are the people that pay your wages”

There was always that Mr, or Mrs or both who were just real pains in the ass, and no matter what you did for them…nothing was ever going to be right… but hey, that’s the hotel business, but to off set those, there were the ones who were real nice and were always complimentary toward the efforts you put in… so it was minuses and plusses and the plusses made it all worthwhile.

I also had the staff to contend with…their moans and groans.

“Hey boss…this isn’t right or that isn’t right…it’s just not fair” etc, etc, etc.

There were times I felt like just throwing it in and walking away from it all… but I knew I never could, because in spite of all the chaos that fell around me I loved the hotel industry and knew if I ever did leave I’d soon be regretting it… so here I was and here I’d stay. I also knew I was in the best position possible, with a reasonably good income, which I needed. My husband had left me some four years ago…no not for a younger model…. she was actually older…which is a bit of a twist; normally it’s for a younger one. I was twenty-nine and felt there was quite a bit left on the clock for me…the other women… well she was almost forty. He just up and off, left me with a mortgage and all the general upkeep…I loved this house and was determined to continue with the mortgage payments just as long as I could manage it…it was a struggle but I was getting by.

Friday the 27^th March and it was going to be a busy weekend. The pressure started early… and that familiar cry “Hey boss”

Soak it up Stacy love; soak it up, I told myself, as I flitted from one crisis to another.

It was 3pm. I was sitting at the reception desk, not that I was on duty, I had staff to deal with that…. good capable staff. I was kind of behind the scenes, working on a computer when in walked Greg Mulholland and his entourage, well staff members really…all male of course…no female staff this week-end, it was a boys only.

He was a self-assured kind of know it all son of a bitch, in total control of any situation…good looking with it…and he knew it, with looks somewhat akin to George Clooney, tanned and when he smiled his teeth were pearl white… you’ve seen the toothpaste add that goes “ting”, well that was him.

He addressed Sandra…not the guys on the desk…I have a sneaky suspicion it was her good looks, breasts and nice legs that drew his attention to her.

“Afternoon sweetheart, the Tasman Enterprises Group, all ready to book in…I take it our rooms are all ready” he said, accompanied by that “ting”

I knew Sandra would be wetting herself; all jelly like, weak kneed and just melting at his attention.

Those dancing, piercing blue eyes were like laser beams, matching his charm at wit, and of course Sandra was lapping it up… a smile crossed my face.

She did everything right, answered all his questions and polite, god I’d trained her well.

When she’d finished checking them all in, she asked if he had any more questions.

“No…no I think you’ve covered everything…. and very professionally I might add…. must tell your boss when I see him” he replied

Crap, he already knew who her boss was and it weren’t no guy. I could feel his eyes on me as I worked at the computer almost willing me to turn toward him.

“Oh my boss isn’t a man…it’s Miss Conway” she said turning and indicating toward me.

It was then I looked in his direction and returned my “Ting”

“Hi Mr Mulholland, I’m Cynthia Conway…and welcome to our hotel” I smiled and stood, moving toward him. “Glad to have you stop with us…and as Sandra said…if there’s anything we can do to make your stay a little more pleasant you will let Sandra know?”

Seeing his eyes rake over my body. I knew precisely what was running though his mind, and most of his accompanying staff, that we could do to make his stay more pleasurable.

He held out his hand. “Well I must say I’m pleasantly surprised…not only beauty but brains eh?” He replied, along with that smile and laughing eyes. He was pouring on the charm. His handshake was firm but not gripping, he’d probably rehearsed and practiced it for years.

“Now why should that surprise you Mr Mulholland?”

“Greg…. my friends call me Greg” keeping up the charm.

“Well that would be nice Mr Mulholland but the hotel is quite adamant we address customers by their last name… hey I know… stuffy yes, but there you have it”

“Hmmm now that is a shame… but we can still be friends can’t we?”

“Of course…hopefully we are friendly to all our guests” I reply, also accompanied with a big smile.

“Now Sandra will see that all your bags are taken to your respective rooms… and again thank you for choosing the Palm Grove Hotel, we really do appreciate it”

“Hmmm believe me the pleasure is all ours Cynthia” his reply and that look and smile. (I know what I want and I know how to get it).

With that he, assembled his men, distributed their passkeys and made for the elevators. As he went to enter the lift, he turned, winked and gave a salute.

Cheeky egotistical sod, I thought and returned to my PC

“Whow he’s really something isn’t he boss?” said Sandra.

“Yeah I guess so if you like that sort of thing?”

“Ohhhh I do I do” she replied in a swooning way.

Yeah you definitely got wet pants honey, I thought

The day progressed as it usually did. Meetings, phone calls and the drama associated to the everyday running.

I took the odd break where and when I could…. Meals on the run

I seemed to keep running into “Mr Ting” most of the day, as I hurried from one crises area to another, that irritating and annoying smile and charm each time…why was I so irritated by him, as Sandra said he was good looking and charming…perhaps that was it…too charming.

Once most of he guests were in and settled, life in the hotel settled as well…five thirty back in my office, and I did enjoy my glass of wine or two… shoes kicked off my aching feet somewhere, slumped most unladylike in my chair and feet on desk.

For some reason Mr Mulholland (Ting), kept praying on my mind, perhaps I was being a little harsh on him… I should be grateful he wasn’t one of the griping moaning guests.

I rang room service.

“Ronnie… Cynthia here”

“Yes boss, what can I do for you?”

“Have a bottle of our best scotch delivered to Mr Mulholland’s room, compliments the hotel”

“Yeah right away boss”

Well that should make up for my ill feelings toward him… Perhaps it was my own guilty conscience that had motivated it, after all he was a good guest, and it did no harm to engender good relations with a hi-roller type of guest.

I enjoyed this time of day, a wine, relaxation, and shoes off, sprawled in chair and feet up.

“Oh yes” I sighed, taking another sip of wine.

Normally I would finish up and go in another hour or so, but tonight I’d said I’d hold the fort a little longer until Tony, the night supervisor came on duty, time for a light meal in the staff cafeteria.

I could if wanted had a meal in the Hotel Restaurant…”The Oases” but tonight I just wanted a meal and perhaps a chat with the crew… and then get home, strip and soak in a bath of warm soapy perfumed water… ahhhhhhh!

Well that was never destined to happen…not that night…not by a long shot… actually quite the reverse; even today I can’t believe I did what I did. God when I think about it now…phew!

Eight pm…the hotel had settled in…most complaints now were technical and could be handled by better-qualified personnel than I…Tony wasn’t far away, so I’d decided to go…then the phone rings.

Its Antonio, the chef… a really good chef at that…his cuisine is what customers die for, well die for not quite the correct word…perhaps love and live for…. Three star Michelin… so he is good.

“What is it Anthony?” I enquire.

“Oh a boss-a lady… we have-a a slight-a problem” He replies in that Italian lilt

“Oh hell, what now Anthony?”

He then goes on to tell me that he has received a room order for 608…. Mulholland’s room.

“Oh god what’s the problem?” Thinking the worst has happened.

Then he tells me that he is short of two of his room service delivery waiters…and the restaurant being full, it’s kinda hard to make delivery on time, and he knows how important Mr Mulholland is.

“So why are we short of two waiters Anthony” I ask

He’s reluctant to say, but after pulling teeth, he tells me they had hit the juice rather hard, were well inebriated when they showed for work and told them to stand down.\

Right decision I thought…no way I wanted two drunken waiters trying to delver meals in that state.

More tooth pulling and I get their names from him.

“Ok Anthony…is it ready for delivery?” I ask

“All-a most-a boss”

“I’ll come down and deliver it myself then…I’ll not be long”

He’s most apologetic for having to ring me, but I assure he did the right thing and it wasn’t his fault.

So its shoes back on, button up my blouse, straighten and readjust my skirt, a smear of fresh lipstick, brush through my hair, and I’m on my way. Oh the joys of the hotel business.

Anthony is right, the kitchen is humming…and hot. Chefs and waiters are rushing in all directions, every time I visit the kitchen it seems in utter chaos, but then these guys know how to handle it, every meal gets delivered, and very rarely do I get a complaint, certainly not about the food.

“Ok Anthony, is it all ready?” I ask

Yes-a boss, over there” He replies pointing to a heavily laden trolley.

“Shit!” I exclaim, on seeing the trolley.

“Yes-a boss, very big eh?”

“Yes Anthony it is”

“Perhaps boss-a lady need-a some help, eh?”

“No Anthony, boss-a lady very strong see” I flex my biceps, as if I had big muscles.

“Ha yes boss-a lady I see”

“Now is everything there…I don’t want to get upstairs and find you guys have missed something and I have to come all the way back down for some piddling little item?”

I’m sure that Anthony is his meticulous way has made absolutely sure…but I still ask

He assures me that it’s all there.

“Because if it isn’t I’m a gona come-a back-a here” I say mimicking his chat “and put a meat hook through your balls and hang-a you beside your slabs of meat in the freezer”

He looks at me to see if I’m serious. “Ha boss-a lady very funny eh” he replies with a big grin.

“Who said I was joking?” I replied, keeping a straight face.

“Perhaps we’d better recheck boss?”

Together we went through the list; item by item…it was all there, just as they’d ordered.

I was determined to make this my last job of the day, I ring down to the night desk, tell them I was making this delivery then heading home…Tony the night supervisor would or should be here soon, any problems see him, I’m tuning my cell phone off.

With Anthony’s help I pushed the trolley into the service lift… and pressed for floor six.

As I needed room 608, it became apparent that the “Boys” were getting wound up, just as well they had booked the whole floor.

There was laughter….crude raucous laughter…oh yes the boys were in full swing, I knocked on the door, and called out.

“Hello room service”

The door was opened by no other than Mr. Ting.

“Well hello there miss lady boss….whow we are privileged” he says, and of course that smile.

I return his smile…”Yeah well we are short staffed tonight and It’s me or a late delivery”.

“Well I gota say I’m glad you’re short staffed” as he stands aside and with a sweeping gesture, ushers me in.

It felt as if I’d entered a den of prowling lions…eight pairs of eyes had focused on my presence. Well my ass and breasts mainly.

“I do hope it’s all there?” a grinning Mr. Mulholland asked.

“Oh it’s all there sir….checked it myself”

“Greg…please, its Greg….and if you don’t mind I like to check that everything is there” still grinning.

I gave a resigned sigh.

Taking one of the bottles of bubbly from the trolley, he turned to one of the other guys.

“Here Robert open this one and offer our guest a glass”

I don’t know where he got the idea I was his, or their guest. I just wanted to deliver and get off.

One by one we ticked the ordered items off. Every item accounted for.

“There see everything you ordered… so can I go now?”

He ran his eyes over the list one more time.

“Hmmm there does seem one item missing?” he turned his gaze to me.

“What…what’s missing? We’ve just been back through it… and you agree, it’s all there”

A sly smile crossed his face. “The woman…. the woman is missing”

“The woman…. what woman?”

The smile became a grin. “The one we ordered for er… the party, the evening’s entertainment”

“We don’t have women on hand to join your party… the hotel is not in the business to supply female staff for…well for what you have in mind”

“Now you never heard this from me but…if you get in touch with Trevor our concierge, I know he can suggest a girl or two” I made to pass him and leave, but he stood in the way.

“No, no don’t leave…not just yet, here have a glass on bubbly and hear me out” he said handing me a full glass

“Well” I ask impatiently

“Well I can make it worth your while to stop and er…entertain us…. For a monitory reward of course”

“Define entertain”

The grin was broad; he winked and said,”I think you know what we are talking about here sweetheart”

Of course I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Well sex, plus money, equals prostitution… correct?”

“Yeah right, but we won’t say anything if you don’t”

“Well I have to tell you I’m not a prostitute” I said. A little indignantly, which wasn’t exactly correct…I was, well just not a practicing one…I had prostituted myself in another life, at a time I was struggling to survive and get ahead.

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I had ambition, but no money. I wanted better than just working in a shop, or Macdonald’s. This was the path my friends had gone, and at the time it looked like the way I was going also…getting my bank account to balance was seemingly getting harder and harder. I was studying business and hotel management, which added to my already dollar-laden burden, but it’s what I wanted. I was determined to achieve my goal…. but dollar wise things were not looking too good in that department.

That night I was at the diner, having hamburger and chips as I remember. I had my bills to pay laid out before me as I bit into the burger and contemplated which bill to pay first. I was half way through burger, and what order to pay my bills when a guy sat down opposite me. I remember feeling angry at the intrusion; after all there were plenty of other tables available to sit at…. Why choose mine?

“Mind if I join you girl?” he asked. His accent was that of east Europe…like Russian or similar

“Well there are other tables…why this one?” I asked of him rather abruptly..

He took a bight of his own burger the asked

“Having problems paying bills girl?” nodding at the array of paper in front of me.

“Well yes I am as a matter of fact…not that it’s any of your business…unless of course you want to pay them?”

He took another big bight, chewed on it, and washed it down with a gulp of coffee

“Nope…but I think I can help you out a little” continuing to munch at his burger.

He now had my interest.

“Yeah, can you?” I replied enthusiastically. “Whow that would be great… how?”

“Come back with me to my motel”, taking another gulp of coffee and watching my expression.

“Oh I see” now realizing how I was to earn the money, my interest fading fast.

He delved into his back pocket and brought out his wallet, then taking out two 50-dollar bills, placed them next to his plate of fries.

“Yours sweetheart, for an hour and a half…two hours most of your time”

“Er no, no thanks I think I’ll pass”

He shrugged saying “Ok just trying to help you out love”

“Tell me how much do you earn working wherever you do now…twenty, thirty dollars an hour?”

“I wish” my reply “More like eighteen”

“Yeah well doesn’t fifty an hour sound better?” pushing another fry into his mouth.

My mind is working furiously working out how much one hundred dollars pay off my present debts

He’d finishing off his meal, washing it down with the last of his coffee, wiping his mouth with the paper tissue, crumpling and tossing it on the plate.

Taking a look at me first, he pushed his chair back, making ready to leave and reached out to pick up the two fifty dollar bills. My hand reached out and covers his.

“No wait…stop…. let me think?”

“What’s to think about love…you either want to get your knickers off for me or you don’t…. you either want to earn $100 or you don’t…simple choice really…. a yes or a no…what’s it to be…It’s no skin off my nose love, I got numbers for a couple of others to call… a couple of housewives who turn a trick or two…got the numbers from the camp…the guys reckon they’re real hot”

“The camp…what do you mean the camp?”

“I’m a construction worker…with the gang working on the power station…got enough work for at least six months”

Now as I looked him over I could see he fitted the part well, a big powerful man, about six feet two, stocky, not fat, broad shoulders, close cropped receding hair, a tinge of gray, a day or two’s stubble. The building sight was his gym…. lots of heavy work keeping him fit. Jeans, denim shirt and white signet his uniform. I estimated his age around late forties, early fifties…but as a girl of eighteen I wasn’t really that good at guessing ages.

“We’re a transient group…moving from one sight to another, long time between home visits, so we need er…women to help give us some relief”

He paused at er…before saying women.

“You mean whores, is that right?”

He took a moment to reply. “You said it love not me… but we do need them…. they meet ours needs, and whore, prostitute they are just words”

“You get to know who does and who doesn’t…we keep names and numbers for the future reference”

I nod “I see”

“My names Eric…Eric Gregford”

“Stacy…. Stacy Westfield” I respond.

I don’t see Eric Gregford as a man of romance… no flowers, wine or loving words. To him a woman is only a means to an end, use and move on…he’s a man’s man. Rugby, footie… a few beers, a game of pool at the local, and a woman when he needed one…but I also saw in him a man of compassion, there when you needed him, good to have as a friend not an enemy…not one to cross, never laying down roots, never staying long enough to do so. He reminded me of Jack Reacher a character of Lee Childs.

“So Stacy Westfield…you gona get them off for me or not?” he asks without emotion

“Boy you sure have a way with words Eric Gregford”

“Never see any need to flossy it up love… straight to the point”

“So where do we do this?” I ask.

“Like I said my motel room…at the Pelican”

Yeah that would fit, well known for it’s er seedy side, cheap and would serve his needs.

“I have to tell you Eric I’ve never done this before…not for money that is”

“You screwed a guy before?” he asks

“Yes a couple or more” my reply.

“Then you qualify…let’s go…and don’t forget to pick up your money” nodding at the two fifty dollar notes on the table.

I scan the diner to see if anyone is watching as I pick up the notes, and then hastily place all my papers into the manila folder and stuff them into my knapsack, slinging it over my shoulder and dashing after him.

He points his key ring at the dark blue Ford Explorer, the amber lights flash and beep.

“Get it”

A man of few words.

I open the passenger door and toss my pack onto the back seat.

The interior of the explorer is a mess, used and abused, empty beer cans, take away boxes, old newspapers… a regular tip.

The Pelican was a ten minute drive from the diner…it was full…but that wasn’t unusual…. rooms by the hour…I thought about the women who would be visiting…. the type I was about to become…. whores…there I’d said it… I was a whore, well not quite, but if I progressed any further I would be… unless I refused the money, and that wasn’t going to happen.

He unlocked his door and ushered me inside. The room was like the Explorer… a tip, clothes scattered everyway…empty liquor bottles and the smell of stale liquor and body odor.

“Yeah room service hasn’t been in today” seeing my expression and knowing what I was thinking.

I slung my backpack to the floor.

A bottle of whiskey stood on the table.

“Want a drink” he asked, as he poured a shot for himself.

“Er no thanks…not for me”

He downed it in one

“Get undressed and get on the bed” he said, nodding at the bed.

Direct as usual, straight to the point.

I had a vision of what a whore should look like, short leather skirts, fishnet stockings, hi-heels, and skimpy tops showing plenty of cleavage. I wore nothing like that.

I’d come straight from work. I wore a black skirt, black top with the company logo on it in orange. “Grampian Autos”…under wear, well that was very straightforward, white bra and white panties, although I had the feeling my dress attire was the last thing on Eric Gregford’s mind right then.

As I nervously started to tug my top over my head, he slumped into the well-worn chair and began to unlace his heavy-duty work boots.

Having less to take off I was just removing my panties and stepping out of them, when he was down to removing his denim shirt…he was naked from the waist down…his appendage didn’t go unnoticed by myself…although not yet hard and erect, it was still none the less very impressive, as were the two large balls accompanying it, set in a bush of dark hair.

I stretched on the bed and waited for him to join me, finally I saw his whole naked form, a big guy, and as I said stocky of build, certainly not flabby his whole body covered in an abundance of hair. He loomed over me next to the bed, his gaze slowly raking my naked body, as he gazed he fondled his cock and I watched as it became harder and harder, quickly expanding in size.

The bed dipped and groaned under his weight as he lay beside me. His arm snaked around my waist, and he drew me tight against his warm body, a shudder ran through my own body then went rigid…like a sheet of cardboard, I was gripped by a sudden panic.

“Hey come on love… relax will ya…I can’t stick my dick in ya when ya like this”

“Yes… yes I’m sorry I’m…I’m so nervous…like I told you I’ve never done this before”

”But you have been fucked haven’t ya? … You told me you’d been fucked before”

“Yes…yes I’ve been fucked before as you so eloquently put it…several times as it happens”

“Ok then just relax…. relax and take a deep breath” he said, laying me on my back.

“Close your eyes, and just imagine I’m one of those lovers”

I closed my eyes and brought up images of one of my former boyfriends

Eric’s callused hand pressed gently on my stomach, making small circular motions.

It was like a small electric current passing through me, it gave me a buzz and I gave a slight shudder.

His hand started to move downward, and I waited for it to slip between my thighs and his fingers to delve into my now wet pussy…. but no

The hand changed direction, continuing to massage and moving back up, gently ever so gently cupping my left breast and squeezing, his thumb circling the nipple…one very hard nipple… my heart was pounding, pulse racing.

His voice so soothing, whispers “That’s it, that’s it love…you’re starting to relax…. Good” I hear him say.

“Ohhhh mmmmm” I moan, and my body stirs and shudders at his touch.

I had much to learn from this man… and others like him. Oh I’d been fucked before… wasn’t new to it, but these guys took it to a new level…knew how to use their dicks and how to get a girl excited… these guys were major league.

His finger traces downward, heading toward my slit, then traces the outline of its lips, before heading down my thigh, one finger becomes 2, then three, gently stroking my smooth silk like skin. His full hand massages my thigh, working upward, reaching my pussy lips and a finger slips inside, pushing its way deep. I give a little gasp and sigh

“Ahhhhohhhhh” as he finger fucks me, I’m getting wet… really wet, and I listen to the slurping sound his finger makes as it works in and out. The wiggling finger rubs my hardened clit.

“Oh yes love… that’s it…now you’re getting there…that’s the way”

My hips moved in motion with his inward thrusting fingers… the bed bounced slightly with the motion.

“Here” he said, placing my hand on his hard dick.

“Oh god” I murmured, as I felt its hardness and size.

He chuckled. “Yeh you made it hard, now you’re gona help get it all soft again”

I feel the full wait of his body, as he slides on top of me. He forces his knees between my thighs and spreads my legs wide apart. Taking control of his cock, he guides it toward my slit… I feel the hard head enter… and even as big as it was it slid inside me with ease…all the way in…if he could have got his balls in as well he would have done so.

“Ohhhh—my—god!” I exclaim. Feeling its fullness.

Once in he wasted no time, his ass rose and fell, thrusting… pushing… it quite took my breath away.

His face was now only inches from mine, I could feel his hot breath, breath that smelt of whiskey and tobacco. See the craggy features

“Ohhh god. Oh yes… that feels good…real good love…it’s what a man needs… a nice tight little cunt like yours” continuing to pound and thrust.

More eloquent descriptive words, he certainly had a wide vocabulary.

If I thought a quick screw and be on my way was what I thought.. I thought wrong…there was about ten minutes of continuous pounding… then a change. First he stopped, withdrew, grabbed my ankles and dragged me down the bed, flinging first one then the other leg over his shoulders, he bent me double, and re-entered me…cupping my ass he lifted me up slightly, and commenced once more to thrust. It wasn’t slow and easy… but pretty fast and furious.

To use some of his terminology, I was getting well and truly fucked… and didn’t I just know it. I was earning my $100.

“Oh god…oh my…oh god” I cried out as he incessantantly, thrust and pushed.

It was like a piston on an engine, hammering in and out.

There was brief pause, his strong hands gripped my body and quickly flipped me over on to my stomach. Such was his strength; I was but like a rag doll to him, one moment I was on my back, legs in the air, the next face down. An arm arched under my midriff, and pulled me on to my hands and knees.

“Ok love now doggy style” he said, forcing my legs further apart. He’d paid for my services and he was gona take me whichever way he wanted. I was totally at his mercy…there was nothing I could do but just lay back and take it…pardon the pun.

I gazed at the headboard, as he pummeled my pussy. His thrusts were full and fast, my body swayed, tits swung back and forth, and the slap, slap, slap, of flesh against flesh.

His big calloused hands held my hips firmly in position.

“Yes, yes, yes, ohhh yes” he was saying. “God you have a lovely tight cunt… so good to fuck” continuing his heavy pounding… well I’m glad he thought so. Not shifting down a gear, he reached beneath me and grabbed at my breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

“God lovely tits as well”

Well my cunt and tits certainly seemed to please him… I guess he liked me.

He went from one faze to the next with such rapidity. One minute I’m on my hands an knees, taking it doggy fashion…then suddenly I’m flipped on my back, his strong hands gripping my ankles and dragging me to the edge of the bed, keeping my legs spread apart, he buries his face in my pubic hair and pussy.

“Oh god…oh dear god” I scream.

Having a warm mouth kissing and long tongue delving into the depths of my wet pussy was almost unbearable…a very nice unbearable…I loved the accompanying shudder that ran through my body as the orgasm hit.

“Ohhhhh myyyy gooood” I moaned, as he continued to lick and delve.

Then just as suddenly he stopped, and with ease lifted and dragged me back up the bed, lying on his back, his hand holding his hard upright organ.

“Ok love now it’s your turn” nodding his head at his cock… “Suck it”

I took a long look at what seemed to me an oversize cucumber. Believe it or not I’d never sucked a guy’s cock before… I really was naïve at sex. My full experience of sex was with a few boy friends…all straightforward stuff…now I was in the big boy’s league.

“Well something wrong?” he asked

“Er well…I’ve never sucked a guys cock before” I confessed

He chuckled “Ha nothing to it…like sucking on a lollypop…you have sucked on a lollypop haven’t you?”

I nodded “Yes, yes of course I have”

“Just the same…now open you’re mouth”

I hesitated still

“What is it, scared I cum in your mouth…well I won’t love…I have other ideas for that… now open your mouth”

No sooner had I opened it, than he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed down, forcing my mouth to cover his hard cock, compelling a great sigh of pleasure as he felt the warm interior of mouth and tongue.

This was all part of my learning curve regard sex, as he instructed me how to suck cock.

“That’s it love…work the shaft with your hand…. suck with your mouth, play and fondle my balls…. now suck on them….”

Instruction followed instruction…until I instinctively knew what to do…what he liked… and how he liked it.

Well I’d had two of my orifices filled with cock… one to go.

He was like some great fucking machine, as he went from one position to the next, turning and bending me this way and that…I just took it as it came, complying with his instructions… I thought it was gona go on forever.

I was laying face down, my face buried in the pillow, the weight of his body on top of mine pressing me deep into the mattress, and pushing me deeper with every downward thrust. He bade me squeeze my legs and thighs firmly together, my pussy forming a warm wet tightness around his hard shaft. His hands held, squeezed and massaged my breasts. The bed groaned, creaked and shook, accompanied by the sound of his flesh slapping against mine…. slap…slap…. slap. He was like some well oiled machine banging away with great speed….faster and faster.

“Uh…uh…uh” as his ass humped up and down

“Oh god…. Oh god… oh god” seemed to be the only words I could mutter.

Then I heard him say the words… “Oh yes…oh yes… I think I’d gona cum”

I greeted these words with both relief and disappointment… it had been hard on me (pardon the pun) he’d moved, dragged me around the bed with great ease, put and placed me in any position he wanted, I did not realize there were so many positions to be screwed, and the relentless fucking, but at the same time enjoyable fucking.

His body stiffened and he growled “Oh yes…yes…yes… here it cums…here it cums Ahhhhohhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhh!” There followed the feel of warm sperm being ejaculated inside me, and I mean a long warm stream. Those big balls of his so heavy and filled with cum were draining, giving him heavenly relief

With release and relief his body went limp…he was a heavy guy and I could feel that weight now pinning me to the mattress.

Sounds that I had been unaware of before suddenly became quite clear to me. A radio or TV, laughing from one unit, a girl screaming and shouting for more, more…deeper…harder. I wonder what that was all about, the slamming of a car door as another couple arrives, her hi-heels resonating on the concrete as they hurried to their unit… eager to get on with the business, a business that I now seemed to have got myself into.

After a few moments to regain his breath I felt him withdraw… I guess that was it… he’d finished with me.

I felt the bed move as he rose, and naked walked toward the whiskey bottle, pouring a glass, turning and asking if I’d like one… I declined the offer.

I watched his naked form and full frontal, cock obviously now quite satisfied…return to the bed, and placing the pillows against the headboard he propped himself up and took a mouthful of the whiskey.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and began looking for my clothes… ah over there my panties and bra… my skirt buried beneath his jeans… and a distance away my top. I squinted between my thighs…my pussy oozed a little cum and it was still open and pink.

I rose…went to pick up my panties and stepped into them. I could feel his eyes watching, special attention to my ass, as I pulled them up… next I stooped and picked up my bra, this time turning toward him. His eyes never got any further than my breasts…as he gazed lustfully at them…a smile crossed my face, the spell broken only when I fastened the hook to secure it. My skirt was under his jeans…followed by my top…all the time his eyes never left me, and not a word was spoken.

I sat on the bed and slipped on my sneakers…almost done. I felt the strong grip on his hand around my wrist.

“Thanks” he said, “You make a great little whore love, you were real good… real good”

I cringed at the word whore… oh god I guess I was…I wasn’t sure if I should take it as a compliment or not.

He put the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it, and affection I never thought of him.

“We do again sometime?” he asked

Again sometime…it was something I hadn’t even considered… I needed some quick cash to help pay my bills, and $100 would come in handy.

“Think… one hundred dollars only pay your now bills… what about the next lot… and the lot after that?” His eyes searched mine for an answer.

“You say you study… want to get ahead… it all cost money, and by the looks of it, money you don’t have”

“I can get another job…work two jobs” I replied

“If that were the case you would already do… but work around here hard to find… yes?”

He was right; I’d had three part time jobs in the last four months…. None of which lasted long… and even then it stretched my resources.

With a long sigh of resignation I agreed “Yeah…yeah you’re right…. Ok we do again”

It was the first time I’d seen a real smile on his face.

“Good…. Good, how do I contact?”

“At work…contact me at work… just ask for me… Stacy… make like you want a car part”

“Sure…sure, just write your number on that pad” pointing in the direction of the cluttered table.

Eventually finding the pad… and a pen that worked I scribbled my name and number on it.

“I’d better go now” I said.

“Yes good… I see you soon yes?”. Moving to pick up the TV controller at his bedside table

I guess I’d been dismissed.

“Yeah sure… whenever you’re ready” my reply, picking up my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder.

As I opened the door to leave he said “Thanks” and went back to flipping through the TV channels.

It was now dark outside… the night was warm, and all the sounds around the motel continued…chatting laughing and…. Dirty talk.

A voice from the shadows addressed me.

“God it’s been busy tonight hun…. How about you…you been busy?”

“Yeah…yeah pretty much so” I agreed, and walked on… well what else would you do and be in a motel like this… certainly not a tourist.

A week later I got my first call… but that was just the first of many… you see he’d pinned my name and contact number on the workers board… along with all the other women who were known to turn a trick or two for the guys. For three years I turned tricks for the men at construction sights, whilst I studied for my degree in business/hotel management. My first real hotel work was on reception…doing what Sandra was doing now… a junior. Now I’d worked my way up, and in the position I’d always wanted… I guess it had all been worth it. But that was another lifetime… now was now.

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“So what do you think?”

The question brought me back to the present, my days of youthful yesterday vanishing.

Strange I thought…how things had not changed a great deal…I was still trying to balance my own books

“Eh…what do I think about what?”

Greg Mulholland just smiled. “You were miles away weren’t you?”

“Yes, yes I was … please repeat the question”

A wolfish grin spread across his face as he first eyed his male staff members, then turning back to me.

“I was saying…. why don’t you stop, relax, and have a few drinks… have a fun night with the guys?”

The smile on his face told me what a fun night meant.

“Hmmm no….I don’t thinks so” my reply, as I tried to move past him. Again he stepped in the way, blocking my exit.

“We could make it worth you’re while… you know a little extra”

“And a little extra would be?” I asked

“Ok…let me see…there’s eight of us and we give you $200 each that’s $1600 for a little bit of your time” his reply, smiling.

I looked at him straight faced. “Hmmm well that gets you…. let me see… oh about ten minutes… so how much fun can we cram it, in that time?”

“So more would buy us some of your time?”

I walked straight into that one.

“No…I didn’t say that” or had I inferred that. “What I am saying is that if you get Peter the concierge… to get you a nice girl locally…. It will cost you at least $500 an hour…so you’ll need to front up with $4000 and not $1600 that you want to pay me” I made another move to leave… but this guy was persistent if nothing else.

“Ok…ok…ok… so my offer fell a little short, plus I don’t think we want to take pot luck on any girl who may or may not be good…. But you…well you’re here and now…and quite frankly you look… hmmm absolutely stunning” there was a roar of approval from the other guys in the room.

“Stay…. stay…. stay…stay” they began to chant, and clap

Oh god.

“See they say the same thing” and that ting smile of his.

“Yeah ok all very flattering…I think… but I have a hotel to run…so if you don’t mind…” I went to pass him again… but Mr ting was persistent.

“Right….right… George the case please” He said with the snap of his fingers.

George quickly brought a case out, placed it in front of us and opened it.

I stood there aghast and the sight before me… it was full of bundles of dollar notes.

“Now let’s get serious my love”

:”Let us ay $800 an hour for eight of us and three hours…. I think twenty grand should cover it… don’t you think… but now let us throw away the calculator and timing… $32,000 and you stay till we have had our fill… not bad for a nights work don’t you think”

I was stunned into total silence… I couldn’t believe this was happening…was I really worth all that? Thirty thousand dollars was one heck of a lot of money to me…especially like right now…history repeating itself perhaps?

My lack of response fired up his confidence even more. I was no longer saying no and no longer moving to leave… I just stood there staring at the brief case full of money… what was he some sort of drug dealer?

Keeping his focus on me he addressed George “George shell out thirty two grand”

Suddenly there was a stack of bills adding up to $32,000 in front of me.

“Still want to leave sweetheart?” his fingers now gently tracing over my right breast.

I took a nervous look at the eight other guys in the room; there was a stirring in my groin area, and a pounding heart.

I was so engrossed or perhaps mesmerized, that it took a while for me to realize he’d removed my jacket and was undoing the buttons on my blouse… the money was being stuffed into a large brown envelope and sealed.

“It’s all yours sweetheart when you leave” undoing the final button and helping me to peal of my blouse.

I just stood there in my bra, my breasts heaving, and pulse racing, as I gazed into those blue mischievous eyes, and the satisfied grin on his face. He knew he’d won; I was not going to turn back now. Perhaps recollecting the past had stirred up memories. Memories of desire. As they say “Once a whore, always a whore”

Next item to go was my skirt. Oh he was good at this… a real expert. I was barely aware of his hands and fingers working to undo it, and then it fell around my ankles.

You could hear the quick intake of breath, the gasps, and the murmurs of approval from the other guys as they took in the form of my semi naked body before them, black push up bra, black panties, and black thigh-hi stockings, some crowding nearer for a closer and better look.

“Oh god, look at that”

“Oh jeeze”

“Oh fuck’n hell” were just some of the comments. I knew the lustful thoughts running through their minds right now, they could not wait to get at me, get in me. I was going to earn that money…well no one said it was gona be easy.

The chant went up “Strip…strip…strip…strip” accompanied by clapping hands.

The table in the suit was a generous one.

“Here help me up” I said a couple of the guy next to me. There was no need to ask twice, their hands were already hot and sweaty.

I was now looking down on eight pairs of lustful eyes, and the odd one or two bulging trousers.

“Find some good music” I said

After a moment of two of searching a piece came on that sounded suitable.

I took up an erotic stance, my hips slowly gyrating.

Side step to the right…thrusting out hip….boom.

Some more gyrating…then side step to the left…thrusting out hip… boom.

Gyrate and full turn, hands on hips. Pucker up lips…finger in mouth…suck suggestively, and then point to crowd. Step to the left…boom…boom…boom, thrusting out my hip. Side step to the right….boom…boom…boom, right hip

I went through a selection of sensual and suggestive moves…accompanied by the music and chants of “Off…off…off”

It was becoming all too much for some of them…or the room temperature was getting a little too hot, as they started to remove some of their own clothing.

Time to go for the finale… what they all really wanted to see…I’d teased them long enough.

Placing one hand behind my back and fingers on the bra clasp…a quick and easy ping and it was undone. My other hand held my bra in place… you guys are gona have to wait a little longer…I thought teasingly

Turning my back on them I removed my bra, twirling it by the straps around my finger before letting it fly amongst the guys. I look over my shoulder and smiled at them as they scrambled and fought for who was to get the trophy. God men?

My back still turned to them and with my hips still gyrating, finger and thumb around elastic waist band I pull my panties down, slowly bending over, slipping hem over hips and around my thighs, as I bent lower and lower, I showed them more and more bare ass,. Now they were really winding up, yell’s, whoops and claps of approval. Clothing starting to be discarded, who cared what clothing went where, they could sort all that out later.

I was now fully bending, touching my toes, and slipping off my panties. The air was charged with electricity, the sight of shaved pussy and bare ass was all just too much, and when I reached between my legs and fingered my pussy… now that really had them going. More twirling of panties around my finger…then release, if they had fought over my bra this was nothing to compare, they went for them like hungry wolves who had not eaten for weeks….well I was never going to see them again, that’s for sure.

I took a sideways glance at Greg….Mr. Ting had a broad smile of approval on his face as he clapped and applauded my performance.

Swinging around to face them, I clasp my breasts in my hands and squeeze them together….finger and thumb teasing the nipples…god I was getting horny myself.

Turning once again away and showing my butt, I wiggle and gyrate. I’d have to get to the finale or there was now going to be a riot.

I turn to face them for the last time, a jiggle, a wriggle, and then I fling my arms out wide…da, da…boom, done.

Now they really were fired up…I’d just poked a stick in a hornets nest, and the hornets were buzzing….horny hornets at that.

Greg pushed forward…holding up a helping hand.

“Great….just great…you’ve obviously done that before?”

“Yes…yes I have”

I wasn’t about to tell him that part of my early days was spent at a strip club, again to make money and help me attain the credentials I needed.

The room was abuzz, filled with an electric air of anticipation. I was no way near finished yet.

As I swung my gaze around the room, seeing all those faces, faces with eyes that were concentrated on me, eyes filled with lust. Items of clothing were quickly being discarded.

Greg followed my gaze and said

“Well my dear I hope you are ready for this…( a small chuckle) because by the looks of it they are” nodding his head, and with that he placed his arms around my waist and hoisted my butt on to the edge of the table.

“Ok hun….just lay back and enjoy” A broad grin on his face.

I pushed further up the table and lay on my back….ready for what was about to happen, being the focal point, and as the main attraction for all these guys was somewhat daunting. My eyes darted everywhere….from one face to another. As they undressed, my attention turned to other parts of their anatomy, and I had to wonder if Greg had hand picked these guys on the size of their hard wear. It looked like a sea of waving, swaying dicks.

It was his turn to undress, this obviously wasn’t the first time he had done this…it was done with a dexterity learned from experience…like a snake shedding skin…(oh was that the right comparison…perhaps not…just a figure of speech) his clothes finished along with the other quickly discarded clothing.

He stroked his firm erection with pride…a grin on his face, then taking a firm grip of my ankles, dragged me down the table…to the very edge, keeping my legs firmly apart, always that smug self-satisfied grin. Letting one of my ankles go, he held the other, massaging the foot, and kissing the toes. He slowly worked his way down the leg…just the hint of a kiss…when he passed my knee, he knelt, placed first one leg over one shoulder, then the right leg over his other shoulder, his eyes watching me….watching my reaction.

Greg felt her warm, soft silk like skin against his lips as he gently kissed the surface, his tongue occasionally, flicking and licking.

He breathed in the heady scented odor of her body…the fragrant smell of soap or body wash. He knew before this night was out, that fragrant smell would be replaced…with other smells. Smells left by other men…the men who were in this room right now…men who were eager to get to her….to ravish her. They were morons… all of them; they did not appreciate some of the finer points of making love.

“Give her a good fuck” were all they could think or say. Give them a good wine or liqueur and they would probably down it in one, not sniff the aroma, or taste the finer points …morons…he repeated to himself. He continued to stroke and touch her with one hand, as his mouth and lips kissed their way ever closer.

I could see where he was going, what the final destination was to be. I could feel the tension in the room right now…the guys were hard and horny, as I surveyed the surrounding naked bodies…all with hardons…holding them, working them… a grin here and a wink there, and the blown kiss.

I pushed my hand between my thighs, felt my vulva, my fingers played over the surface, before I inserted one inside me, arousing my emotions even further. I worked the finger in and out, much like a miniature penis….my pussy was wet….and it opened up like the petals of a flower to the morning sun…showing the wet pink flesh.

I was propped up on my elbows, watching him move ever closer, the gentle gossamer kiss, the odd flick of the tongue, it was such an overpowering erotic feeling I had.

When he placed one leg over his right shoulder and the other over his left…I knew it was time…his mouth was so close I could feel his hot breath waft over my pussy. His tongue was like that of a snake, as it flickered, just touching the pussy lips…I lay fully on my back, my hips pushing upward… I shrieked a scream like no other scream I’d ever done before.

The broad surface of his tongue slid over my now exposed clit, everything seemed to explode. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the immense and intense feeling. His mouth and tongue; working in unison…he was eating me like some hungry animal that had just killed its prey. I squirmed and thrashed on the table top. As the others watched they where becoming restless….also eager to feed. It was a pecking order. A shout or scream came from one of the guys.

“Oh god…oh fuck…nooooo” as a stream of warm white fluid ejaculated form his cock. Overcome by it all he could not control his emotions any longer and had succumbed to it all. This brought an immediate response from the others, laughing and jeering.

“Better luck next time Phil” more laughing.

Greg smiled and joined in the merriment, as he broke from eating me to standing between my legs.

“Sounds like the troops are restless honey; perhaps we should give them something eh?

I propped up on my elbows again, at the same time he supported and pressed my legs apart. The cock he held in his hand was big, hard, and throbbing. The skin was stretched tight, and it was shaped and designed to go….hmm….where it was meant to go.

I watched as he put the head, and two further inches inside. I held my breath and braced myself for what was to follow…but it never did. He gave a wicked little chuckle, and withdrew it again…only to do it all again. Using his cock to tease me, stabbing at my pussy…two inches in….two inches out, watching my ever growing frustration.

“For god’s sake” I screamed at him “Put the fucking thing in”

Without warning he thrust it in fully…taking me unawares…one big thrust….all the way in. Pulling slowly back….then wham! Another full inward thrust…he did this three times…three times a slow withdrawal…followed by a big inward thrust.

My scream when it game, game from deep within me…he wanted me to feel its fullness, its power and there was little doubt he had achieved that, as he settled into a nice steady rhythm…uh…uh…uh.

It seemed to announce the start of the games, the fun as the guys closed in close to me. I was surrounded by what looked like a picket fence of hard cocks…all very hard and all very upright.

Greg the ever self assured arrogant bastard that he was, still grinning at me…oh how I would love to wipe that smile of his ever so good looking face….or would I?

Hands were grabbing at my body, any piece of naked flesh was fair game…my breasts the first target, grabbed, squeezed and massaged.

Greg casually continued humping and thumping, not breaking stride asked. “Where’s young Eric?”

Eyes turned toward the youngster at the back. “Over here Mr Mulholland” replied a very young looking guy. I took him to be a junior clerk…he looked young….very young, and I didn’t want to hazard a guess at his age.

“You’re no good over there lad….come on in….get a feel of the whore’s tits”

Whore….god it had been a long time since I’d been called a whore….but in the light of it I guess that’s what I was to these guys….a whore, their payed for night’s entertainment.

The boy…young man, was gabbed and dragged forward. He was as tall as any of his colleagues, but his body was that of a much younger person, almost hairless body…apart from his pubic hair area, and his appendage was as good as, if not better than his friends… and, it was hard, he had no problems in that area…in all a fine good looking young guy.

He looked a little ill at ease, and he was finding difficulty to gaze upon my naked body…and….he was actually blushing. He was ideal fodder for his workmates, who were obviously going to taunt him…in a good natured way…guys are like that I guess.

“Go on lad…grab her tit” said one, slapping him on the back….followed by a chorus of…”Go on lad…grab one”

“Or better still grab them both” another chant, and guffaw’s

He was nervous and unsure, his hand trembling as he stated to reach for one of my breasts….I took his trembling hand and placed it firmly on one of my breasts, holding it there for a second or two… the look on his face was priceless…going form one of shock….to a nervous smile and a nervous chuckle… he’d done it…he had actually touched real live naked breast…now there was a look of pride and satisfaction in having done so.

The guys thought so as well, those nearest to him slapping his back.

“Hey, hey well done lad”

Now that he could feel the warmth and firmness of my breast in his hand, he began to squeeze and massage it, following the example of his colleagues…his confidence slowly growing.

Now I was really going to put a smile on his face…his hard erection was just too good not to touch…I reached for it, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, closed my hand, and began to jerk him off.

There was shock on his face, at first he must have thought one of the guys had grabbed it, then quickly realised it was me….I gave him my best reassuring smile.

He was still a little embarrassed and shy….having a woman hold and play with him like this. I’m sure this time next year he would be quite adept at it….and certainly would not be as embarrassed or as shy…with experience comes knowledge and confidence….another Greg in the making?

“Hey Eric….come over here lad” said Greg with the nod of his head, still continuing to hump.

The guy’s knew what was about to happen, and to a chorus of Whooooowww, they moved aside, allowing him to pass by…with encouraging slaps on the back “Go on lad you can do it”

Greg bade Eric stand close, and watch. What Eric could see was my legs spread wide apart…my vulva lips and vagina open, the pink fleshy interior now fully exposed, and Greg’s cock, sliding in and out, like some well oiled piece of machinery…it had a shine on it from the wetness of my pussy. I’d never seen any guy looking so dumbstruck, his mouth agape…seeing it live before him and so close.

Greg laid his hand on the youngsters shoulder.

“Ok lad…it’s your turn…show the whore what you can do?” and with that he withdrew, leaving a void.

For a moment he just stared down at my pussy….should I say now plundered pussy. Greg had done a good job on opening me up…he could see my vagina in all its glory. Pink and open like the petals of a flower.

“Go on lad…don’t just look at it….fuck it…it won’t eat or bight your dick pal” came a call from one of the guys….accompanied by laughter and sniggers.

He looked at the surrounding faces with a grin…then at me, and finally back to the object in hand, and decided to take the plunge.

I saw him put the head in first, tension on his face, and then Geronimo…as he thrust it all the way in…hard and deep. For the first time in his life he knew what it was like to have a wet, warm pussy wrapped tightly around his dick…the expression on his face said it all. “Joy”. In no time he was doing what came natural… working at a steady rhythmic pace. The guys went wild, cheering a shouting him on…like he was some jockey in a horse race at the track.

“That’s the way lad…fuck…fuck…fuck” was the chant.

Basking in the adulation of the cheering guys, his expression changed from that of the shy and innocent youngster, to a now confident young male…his face beamed, and he looked directly at me, and I knew what he was thinking, as he pushed hard, and pushed deep.

“Take that you fucking whole” Well it wasn’t too unusual….at least I’d just taken his virginity…he came here as a kitten and would leave a tiger. I could just imagine him come work next week, telling all his mates what it’s like to fuck….ha men you are all the same.

Eddy now had the bit between his teeth, he was ramming me with every thing he had, perspiration running from him, head down, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, he’d seen it all on video and this is how you do it, this is how a woman likes it, or so he thought, however tonight was not about tender love was it?

I was back to entertaining the troops, I had my hands full….full of cock, as was my mouth, as I tried to keep them all satisfied at one time.

Suddenly I felt a stream of warm fluid flowing inside my pussy, and a high pitched moan.

“Awwwwohhhh” from young Eddie…the orgasm that hit him was something he’d never experienced before….he was actually cumming inside a woman… it was…well just out of this world.

He let out a long slow sigh “Ohhhhhhh!” eyes closed, and his head down, taking a moment to dwell on the warm afterglow of just having fucked me.

The response from the guys was immediate….they knew what he was experiencing right now… no doubt all recollecting their own first time.

When he withdrew his cock, it was all wet and shiny; his face positively beamed…a grin a mile wide. Now he was one of the guys.

There was plenty of hi-fives and back slapping, and with a grin on his face a mile wide, he went to the bar to pour himself a strong drink…he felt he’d earned it…phew!

My vacant pussy wasn’t vacant long, seeing an opportunity, another of the guys was only too willing to replace Eric…it was another face I looked up at, and another pair of hands holding my knees, keeping my legs apart…then business resumed, as he thrust and humped.

So this was the scene that was set for the next coupe of hours….rather like musical chairs. One minute I was holding and sucking some guys cock on my right, another on my left. The sound of a groan, “Ohhhhhhh…god…yes” and the feel of warm sperm being ejaculated, was the signal for an all change, as the next guy jockeyed for position.

Not all elected to cum inside me…well not into my vagina, but rather my mouth.

I should have known it was about to happen when the guy I’m sucking, begins to work the shaft himself….faster and faster…there’s an urgency in his moans and groans…and than I feel warm fluid running over my tongue, and flow to the back of my throat. A hand clamped over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the vile tasting liquid. I never have managed to develop a taste for the stuff….but they tell me it’s full of protein.

The final act was about to be played. By now most had, had their fill. Naked men lay casually sprawled in chairs or floor, sipping on a bottle or a glass of liquor.

Greg, like the coach of some football team had been circling his men, urging them on, giving them advice….now it was time for the master.

He was the last man standing….literally.

I was lying on the table, propped up on my elbows, legs splayed apart.

“Ok blondy…. Now it’s my turn…you’ve had the entire entree’s now for the main course” and that confident grin of his….god he was infuriating.

With a confident swagger he came toward me, first running his eyes over my body.

“Hmmmm, let’s see now?” he declared.

I felt like a well worn dish rag….some of the guy’s had used my body for target practice, deciding that ejaculating their load was the best option. Some of it was still quite wet, and small trails of it were running off my body and dripping on to the table..

Greg tweaked his fingers. “Eric go get a towel for the lady”

I watched Eric’s young naked body dash to the bathroom, he was eager to fulfil his boss’s command.

A moment later he had returned, and I cleaned off as best I could….a shower right then would have been marvellous.

“And a pillow Eric, fetch the lady a pillow”

The ever faithful and obedient Eric soon had a pillow as well.

“Now Blondy let me make you comfortable” he said as he placed the pillow under me…god what a gentleman he was. Of course he was presenting himself as the star turn…now he was about to give his performance….show them all how it should be done. Enter stage right…The Leading Man…the hero.

He wanted to place my legs and limbs in the right manner, most of the guys were to my right, so in order to give them all a better view of is performance, and he draped my right leg over the side of the table. Then taking my left leg, he bent it at the knee, my foot supporting the leg on the table.

Now he had the audience where he wanted them.

I had to admit his taught well kept body looked good….his erection looked pretty impressive as well, as he began to pump it up….making sure it was not only hard….but rock hard.

Still propped on elbows, I watched as he placed the hard head just inside the lips. I tensed, ready to feel it being thrust home…. But no…teasing was the name of his game, as he rolled it around, little jabs. He knew exactly what he was doing, and what effect it was having on me…that superior smile of his always present…Mr bloody “Ting”. When he thought he’d played and teased enough, he pushed inward…not a thrusting plunge, just a steady and easy slide.

Even as slow and easy as it was, it made me suck in air…and then gasp

“Ohhhhhhh fuck”

Not only could I see it all happen, but I got to feel it all happen. I threw myself back against the pillow….made another gasp

“Ahhhhhhh” my hips and ass rose up to meet his inward thrusts, and rhythmic motions.

“Oh god you bastard” I hissed at him.

“Ohhhh yes you feel good, real good honey” his retort, as he fucked me, one had casually resting atop my left knee, his other pressed against his left hip.

He gave the impression of a guy in complete control, working his cock in and out.

Of course he was, in complete control, the way he worked that cock of his had my head thrashing from side to side.

I moaned, I groaned, I shouted…I did everything…and the audience loved it…egging him on for more.

Bending forward slightly, he took my breasts in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging, exciting the nipples, adding further to the great pleasure I was receiving.

“Ok hun flip over on to your stomach….let’s take you from behind”

He assisted me to take up a new stance. Placing the pillow on the table first, then taking a hold of my hips positioned me to face the table before bending me over, with the pillow tucked beneath me. Using his foot, he spread my legs apart.

“I think you’re gona like this you horny slut?”

I gave a little shudder as his cock slid inside quickly and easily, pushing it all the way home, his body pressed hard against my butt. My hands reached for the edge of the table, fingers taking a tight grip…I just held on, as he began to thrust from behind.

Warm firm hands held my hips….a strong firm grip on them. The thrusts were hard, deep, almost to the point of brutal, as he relentlessly thrust in, again, and again, and again. Each hard thrust pushing my thighs hard against the edge of the table.

I moaned at the pleasure I was feeling, as he thrust harder and deeper. He paused to take in and savour the moment, the feel of my cunt gripping tight around his cock, before continuing to set the pace and rhythm he had been in previously

The sounds emanating from him were like that of an animal, as he growled and groaned with satisfaction.

I just kept a tight grip on the table and held on, a staccato of sounds from me.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…ah, ah, ah, ah”

Now came the abusive remarks, which invariably went with situations such as this.

“Ok bitch you like this?”

“Are you ready for this whore?”

I’d heard them all before…I guess it kinda made them feel good, in control…like some kind of humiliation.

Faster and faster….harder and harder he thrust and pumped into me, and the greater my own pleasure right then. I screamed, I moaned I shouted…pleading…pleading for more, harder, deeper. I was in a haze of sheer pleasure….that magic moment, like riding or floating on a cloud…I felt my body stiffen…then it hit me head on…the moment the orgasm hit….wham. I heard my vocal chords scream.

“Aaaaaaawwwwaaaaa” followed by his own deep grunt of satisfaction as he ejaculated, unloading all that sperm, that pent up frustration, before our bodies became limp, and exhausted.

I heard the wild cheering, the clapping and the complimentary remarks from his staff.

“Well done boss, well done”

Hey didn’t I play a part in this, apparently not?.

He slowly withdrew, and stood before them, a hero, congratulatory hi-fives and back slapping…oh well.

After the initial adoration for the hero was over, Greg shifted his attention to me. I was the lone naked female standing among the naked guys.

With a big friendly smile, he said.

“Hey come here blondy”, as he beckoned me to join him.

Sliding his arm around my waist he drew me close. I felt the heat of his body against mine.

“Now guys don’t forget our beautiful lovely….” He stopped, trying to find the right descriptive word.

“….. Lady for the night” he said eventually.

I’m sure the word whore had raced through his mind first, but I give him full marks for redeeming himself. Such a charming guy, don’t you think?

There was instant applause, accompanied by complimentary remarks.

I told Greg I should shower and make myself scarce… I needed to get out of here. I’d served my purpose, it was late, or should I say early morning. He agreed and thanked me.

I used the shower in his room, god it felt good to feel those needles of hot water spray against my body, washing away the stench of male odour and dried semen. On dressing, I found bra and panties missing, but then I’d already expected that…trophies of tonight’s events….memorabilia.

I bade goodnight/morning to the troops, more applause and thank yous, not forgetting to pick up my envelope of, er how shall I put it….gift money…appreciation money? Well money anyway.

At that time in the morning it was pretty quiet, as I gingerly sneaked through the corridors. I guess I got lucky, no one saw me, although had they wished the cctv footage would show me, but as no crimes had been committed, there was no need to check it. A new day would soon be starting, at best I’d have time for a couple of hours sleep.

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!2 Months later.

There was a bustle, hustle coming through the main entrance, loud chatter and laughter… a voice I knew quite well

“Hi sweetheart…you got the reservations for “Tasman Enterprises Group” Greg asked, with that ting smile, of our new receptionist July.

“Yes sir all ready and waiting for you” she replied all proper and polite.

His gaze shifted to me

“And how is our favourite girl?”

“I’m find Mr Mulholland, just fine” My reply

“And room service….I trust room service is just as good as last time” Big grin, Ting

Oh god here we go again