The Client

The lobby of the hotel is nearly deserted when I arrive. I find my way to the bar where you told me to meet you and find you sitting in a booth toward the back. Sitting across from you is another man. He’s tall with dark hair and eyes and looks to be about 45. Not bad looking but, no one who would normally catch my eye.

As I slide into the seat next to you, you wave over the waitress and order me a drink. “This is a client of mine from New York,” you gesture toward the man whose eyes are obviously wandering from my face to the top of my dress where my breasts are just barely visible. “I’ve told him about you and invited him to join us for a drink.”

The man’s mouth curves into a slow smile as I look into your face and then his with a quizzical expression. “He’s a very good client of mine and I want to make sure that he’s well taken care of while he’s in town.” I feel your hand on my arm. “You’re going to make sure that he goes back to New York happy. Do you understand?”

I understand immediately and as I sip my drink, I slide off my shoe and begin caressing up and down the man’s leg with my toes. “Of course. You know that I’m always happy to help you with your work, Chris,” I smile, staring deliberately into the man’s dark eyes.

You slip a small card key into my hand and tell me to up to go the room and get things ready. I finish the last of my drink and head upstairs. Once in the room, I call downstairs to room service and order up a pitcher of martinis – for three. I turn down the sheets on the king-size bed and turn on the radio. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on the door and go to let you and your client into the room. “Why don’t you two sit down over there and have a drink,” I suggest, pointing to the traditional two chairs separated by the small round table that appears under the window of all hotel rooms. I quickly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor and tuck my shoes under the bed. The man, sipping on his drink, suddenly begins to cough nervously. “Don’t worry about a thing,” I giggle. “I promise you’re going to like this.”

I cross the room to where you and the client are sitting and kneel down front of him. He reaches forward and begins to stroke my breasts, stopping to pinch my nipples and run the tips of his fingers over them. I run my hands over his chest and arms and down to the top of his pants, stopping to unbutton them. You’re sipping your drink and nodding as I unzip is pants and help him slide them down. I reach carefully into his boxer shorts to pull out his cock which is already straining hard against the thin cotton. My fingers wrap around his stiff cock and I begin to lick up and down the shaft, stopping to lick over the top and roll my tongue around it. “Don’t forget to suck his balls,” you order, leaning forward slightly to make sure that I gently cup his balls before taking them into my mouth and sucking in a steady rhythm.

I can feel his thick cock growing bigger in my mouth. Suddenly, the client twists his fingers roughly into my hair and pulls my mouth onto his cock. “Suck it, you fucking whore,” he growls, pounding his cock hard into my mouth. He begins to breath fast and I can feel his cock stiffen as he’s about to cum. He jerks my head violently down so his cock fills my mouth to the back of my throat and I can feel his cum begin to burst out of his cock. “Suck it all, you fucking cunt!” he shouts as I suck all of his cum into my mouth. Then, he pushes me so that I fall backwards onto the floor.

“You were right, Chris,” he laughs as he pours himself another drink. “She is a just fucking slut who loves to eat cum.”

“I told you,” you smile, getting up from your chair and reaching forward to help me to my feet. I’m still a bit shaken as I cross the room to the bathroom to wash my face and hands. When I return, you pull off my slip and motion for me to lie down on the bed.

“Chris’s told me what a sweet pussy you have,” the client says, moving from his chair to the foot of the bed. “He says your pussy gets so wet whenever you suck cock. I want to have a taste of some of that.” He sits down on the bed and shoves me back so that my head is up against the headboard. He grabs my ankles and pushes my legs wide apart as he leans forward and pushes his face into my pussy. I can feel his tongue move slowly from the top of my clit down into my pussy. I begin to moan as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy. I’m straining forward, trying to get him to hit my clit as he’s licking.

“What’s this? Not enough for your hungry little cunt?” He sneers. “I’ll give you want you want when I’m ready to.” He continues to fuck my pussy with his tongue, enjoying my desperate moans. The client motions to you. “Hey, Chris. This bitch loves to eat cum. Why don’t you come on over here and let her take care of you?”

You move from your chair to the side of the bed and pull out your cock, which is already stiff from watching the client eat my pussy so recklessly. You cock is inches away from my lips and I’m straining forward to take it into my mouth, but I can’t reach you. “Beg for it, slut!” You laugh.

“Please…please…now,” I say breathlessly. “I need to taste your cock. Please, Chris, fuck my mouth.” After what feels like an eternity, you inch your cock forward so that I can close my mouth over it, sucking it as far into my mouth as I can, loving its feel against my tongue.”

Finally, the client takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. You watch as my body stiffens, I’m about to cum. “You are a fucking whore.” Your voice is cruel as you slam your cock in and out of my mouth, fucking it like a pussy. “You’ll cum for anyone, won’t you?” I don’t want to cum, I’m trying to hold back, but I can’t. My body shudders as I cum into the client’s mouth, my clit throbbing against his tongue.

You reach down and move my mouth away from you cock so that I can suck your balls. I’m so lost in my pleasure; I don’t notice that the client has moved off the bed. He’s sitting back in his chair, watching me suck your balls, stroking his own cock which is beginning to become hard again.

“I’m going to fuck her now,” you call over to the client, whose cock is now standing very stiffly against his hand as he strokes himself. “Come on over here. No sense in letting her mouth go to waste.” The client moves quickly to replace you at the side of the bed.

You roll me over onto my stomach and turn me so that I’m lying sideways across the bed, my head facing the client’s hard cock. I pull myself up onto all fours and quickly take his cock into my mouth. I feel you in back of me, your hands running up and down my back, my ass and around to the front of my pussy. You know that I need to cum again; I’m still so hot from sucking your cock. Supporting yourself with one hand, you slip the other between my legs and begin to stroke my clit in small, deliberate circles as you push the tip of your cock against my pussy.

I moan loudly as you enter my pussy all at once, thrusting hard and fast inside of me. From your position on the bed, you can see me sucking the client’s cock, see his eyes watching me as I pull him deeper and deeper into my mouth. “Oh, yeah,” he breathes. “Suck that cock, you know you love to suck that cock, you fucking whore.

“Give it to her, Chris!” He calls to you. “Fuck that cunt!” Being an accommodating businessman, you begin to pump your cock harder and harder inside my tight pussy. The sensation of your cock in my pussy and your fingers on my clit as I suck the client’s cock is indescribable. I can feel myself begin to cum hard and nearly lose my balance on the bed. “Not yet, bitch!” The client catches me under my arms and pulls me hard onto his cock. He thrusts his cock brutally down my throat and I can feel his cum shooting into my mouth. He leaves his cock inside my mouth, forcing me to keep sucking it even now when it is soft. Then he slips it out and moves back to his chair.

“I want to see her getting fucked in her ass,” he says, settling back into the chair. “Fuck that hungry little cunt. Make the slut scream for it.”

You slip your cock out of my pussy and I can feel it pushing against my ass. Slowly you enter me, a little at a time, giving my body time to adjust until all of you is inside me. You begin to thrust your cock inside my ass deeper and deeper. “Yes! Yes!” I cry out as you fill me completely. “Fuck my ass hard, Chris! Fuck me hard!”

My body feels like it’s on fire as you pound your cock in and out of me, every nerve responding to every thrust. I look over to the client as your cock slams me so hard that my head is banging against the headboard. He is staring at my face, watching my eyes, knowing that I’m cumming, enjoying the sounds of my moans as my pussy convulses powerfully, sucking at your cock through the thin flesh that separates my ass and my pussy. He moves close to the bed, moving where he can see your final thrusts as your orgasm overtakes you can you begin cum hard inside me.

The client is laughing as you roll off of me and lay on your back, still breathing hard. “Well, Chris, you really put the service in ‘customer service.’ I’m going to go back to my room to shower and clean up. I’ll see you downstairs.” He leans over me and kisses me softly on the forehead. “And thank you too.”

We quickly slip into the shower together to clean up after our adventure. “I think that went well,” I giggle as I rub your shoulders and back with a soft washcloth. “I’m glad I was able to help you out this afternoon.”

After we’ve dried off and dressed, we take the elevator downstairs where the client is waiting for you so that you two can go back to your office and talk business. I drive home where my family is waiting for me to cook dinner.