Kerry was a flashy woman. She was past her prime, perhaps in her early fifties, I’d guess. But she definitely still had it. She had a cute, slightly plump face framed by long, jet-black hair, big juicy lips, and dark brown eyes, with a tan I’d imagine came from a bottle. Her figure was starting to round, but she wore it well. Her voluptuous behind was always accentuated by a nice dress or tight-fitting trousers. Kerry exu...

I woke up to the chime of a text message: “I picked number 2 a week ago. What are you playing at, stop being a prick?” I laughed. She was desperate now. I couldn’t tell if she was desperate to pay me back quickly or just desperate for cock. Either way, I had her hook, line, and sinker. I texted back after an hour or two: “Ha, don’t worry, slut. You’ll be paying me back soon enough. See you at work tonight!” The hotel was...

It was a quiet Saturday morning at the hotel. I was doing an inspection in one of the bedrooms when my phone buzzed. It was Kerry. <"’ve got good news. Where are you?" As I was typing my response, my phone started to ring; it was Gary, the hotel manager, and also Kerry’s husband. He wanted me in his office for a quick chat; this didn’t worry me. I was an assistant manager at the hotel, so I often got called in to the o...