I’d arrived later than expected. As I dragged the useless suitcase through the revolving doors, I could hear my heels clicking on the floor. She glanced up at me, her long hair hung over her face like a veil until she straightened. I watched as it hung straight down, perfectly framing her face. She was certainly pretty. She looked young, in her early twenties at most, I figured. Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled and w...

As I sit at the conference, I realise I haven’t heard a word the last speaker has said. My thoughts keep constantly drifting back to last night and Joanne, the hotel receptionist kneeling between my legs as she used her tongue to bring me off. The smile and sparkle in her eyes when she told me she would be working for the next few nights signalled that she didn't want last night to be a one-off. As the afternoon session d...

I head back to the hotel. As I enter the foyer, I glance at the reception desk and to my dismay see that Joanne is not there, before remembering she said she started her shift at eight pm. I realise I’m starving. The unexpected workout session in the changing room of the sex shop had certainly worked up an appetite. I head to the hotel bar and see it is nice and quiet. I choose a seat that gives me a view of the reception...

I’m lying naked on the bed, having just been thoroughly fucked by Ashleigh, the attractive redheaded bar waitress when there is a knock on the door. I freeze as tI hear the lock click and the door opens. “Hello, Ms McDonald, It’s me, Joanne.”  The hotel receptionist Joanne comes into the room. She’d been here last night. I’d brought her up here after catching her masturbating to lesbian porn while on duty at the front des...