Roger, who works in the drawing office of the same company where I work, was twenty-nine, and fifteen years younger than me when this event took place. He had offered to pay me to spend a night with him in a hotel. I had accepted, after he agreed to pay me £1000.  He had given me half the money up front, and I had shown my appreciation by treating him to a blow job in my car on a Friday evening.

Back at work on Monday, Roger was hovering about all morning. It was obvious that he wanted to talk to me, and after the ten o'clock break, he came into my office when I was alone. Roger took a small brown envelope from his pocket and set it on my desk,

"That's £250, Kate, I'll get you the rest tomorrow. Any chance of some more fun tonight?"

"No, Roger, no chance at all, and this arrangement is between you and me, and if any word of it ever gets back to me, I'll make sure that your wife is the next one to know, so no bragging to your nurdy mates in The Duke Of York, understand?"

Roger agreed, and then he left my office.  True to his word, he gave me the final instalment on Tuesday morning, and we had no further contact for the rest of the week.

I don't work on Friday, so I had lots of time to prepare for the hotel meeting with Roger. I packed a case with a selection of G-strings, hold-up stockings, quarter cup bras, suspender belts and a few short skirts. I  tried a couple of the outfits on and looked in the mirror. I looked like a cheap whore.   Perfect. 

My husband, John, arrived home at six o'clock, ate his dinner and headed off to the golf club. He would probably come home at about three am, drunk and crash out on the sofa.  I object to him coming to bed when he's drunk, so sleeping on the sofa is an easier option than me kicking him out of bed. 

At eight o'clock, I drove into town, parked in a street off Sandy Row and walked the Short distance to Jury's Hotel to meet Roger. I sat on a stool at the bar and waited to be served.

Eventually a very flustered man in his late forties arrived and said, "Sorry, we're short-staffed. I'm the manager, barman and porter tonight. What can I get you?"

"A large gin and tonic, in a pint glass, with lots of ice, please." 

He served me right away and said, "No charge, because you had to wait, oh, and my name is Roger."

I laughed and told him that by coincidence, I was there to meet another guy called Roger.

"May I ask you something? What on earth do you see in him to make you want to spend the evening with him? 

"I presume that you've already met him?"

"Yes, that's the guy who's a cross between Miami Vice and Coco the clown."

I laughed out loud, "You described him perfectly, we call him Tintin at work."

So I told Roger the barman the whole story about why I was meeting the other Roger.

"He's waiting for you, room 416. I'll show you where it is."

Roger and I made our way to the elevator, which we took to the fourth floor. I got out, and Roger told me, "Eighth door on the right and good luck."

Roger opened the door with a glass of Champagne in his right hand.  Now I understood the other Roger's description of him. He was wearing a purple shirt and a lime green suit, with a mustard coloured waistcoat and even worse, shiny patent winkle picker shoes with white spats.

"Have a drink, Kate, I've got the Champagne on ice."

"I'm not here to get drunk, Roger. I'm here to get fucked, so if you want your money's worth, get those nurdy clothes off now."

I pushed past Roger and took off my dress, leaving me wearing just my black hold-up stockings, a  G-string and a quarter cup bra. Thankfully, Roger took the hint and got his clothes off in no time at all. He was standing in the middle of the room, so I pushed him and he fell backwards onto the bed. I went straight to work on his cock with my lips.  Roger was moaning and thrashing around as I sucked and licked his cock, which soon became rigid. I told him to move up the bed a little. When he did so, I leapt on him and impaled myself on his cock.

He fondled my exposed boobs, and I rode him as hard and fast as I could.  Just for a moment, I thought I might even achieve an orgasm, but I was deluding myself.  Roger started to cum, I felt his cock pulse, and then jets of hot sperm filled my pussy. I stayed on top until they stopped and then dismounted.

I went back to the bathroom to freshen up, and when I returned to the bedroom, Roger was sitting on the bed, sipping another glass of Champagne. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking it gently. To my delight, he was soon ready for action again. I stood up, walked across the room and stood in front of a large mirrored wardrobe.

"Come on, Roger fuck me and make me cum this time."

Roger got behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy. I leant forward to support myself on the dressing table. This felt much better. His cock was going deeper than before, and the pace of his thrusts was increasing by the second.  I felt my orgasm building, and then Roger's hot cum filled me up for the second time.

Roger's cock soon went limp, and I felt it flop out of me. I had gotten to the edge of a climax; if only Roger had lasted a few more seconds before filling my pussy with his cum. I turned to face him and asked him if he wanted to lick me clean. He looked horrified and blushed. All that I could do was laugh.

I really needed that elusive climax, so I leant against the dressing table and started rubbing my clit, gently. My fingers soon became coated with Roger's sperm, which was dripping from my pussy and soaking my inner thighs and stocking tops. Roger just stood there, facing me with his mouth wide open, while I rubbed my clit and touched my breasts.

"Do you like watching me do this, Roger?"

"I've never seen a woman touch herself before like that, and I've never seen a woman naked before. My wife only lets me make love to her with the lights out, and she says that only dirty whores and porn stars suck cocks. Oh, I'm sorry, Kate. I didn't mean that you were a dirty whore."

"I am a dirty whore, Roger. I'm your dirty whore tonight. You paid me to be your dirty whore."

Roger looked embarrassed, while I had a few climaxes while I'd played with my clit and talked dirty to him. I withdrew my fingers from my cum filled pussy, licked them clean, while Roger watched, and then went to the bathroom for a quick shower.

I returned to the bedroom about ten minutes late, wearing just my stockings and treated Roger to a nice long blowjob and some deepthroat. It took some effort on my part to get his cock to harden and make him cum, but when he did, I gulped it all down while he squirmed around on the bed, like a fish out of water.

Roger was tiring.  He had consumed most of his bottle of Champagne by this stage, and it was taking effect. I was, however, sober and had been well paid to be Roger's slut.  I gave Roger a few minutes to recover while I made some coffee. When I returned, Roger's cock was still limp, so I gently licked and sucked the tip until he eventually started to stiffen. I jerked him slowly and rubbed his cock head on my boobs. I told him,

"Shoot a big load on my tits and watch me give myself a cum massage."

That seemed to work, because his cock stiffened nicely, but I had to work hard and talk dirty to maintain his erection. After about fifteen minutes of pumping and licking, Roger let out a deep moan and a jet of hot cum shot over my right boob. I aimed his cock at my left boob, and another jet hit it too. I jerked him slowly until I had pumped every last drip out of him and then placed both of my hands on my boobs and massaged the cum all over my breasts and upper body in a very seductive way.  Roger lay back and watched without saying anything. Then he poured another glass of  Champagne, and I took yet another shower. 

When I returned to the bedroom, Roger was fast asleep.

At reception, the other Roger was busy. Some guests had just arrived, and he was doing his night porter thing. I sat at the bar and waited. Roger accompanied the guests to their rooms and returned after about ten minutes.

"It's all go tonight, Kate. How did things go with Tintin?" 

I told him that Tintin was exhausted and had fallen asleep.  We sat and chatted for a while, and then Roger told me that he had a regular guest from England who had asked him to arrange for an escort to visit him in his room.

"So you're a pimp too?"

"Not really, but I do take a cut for arranging things. I'll get to the point, Kate.  If you want the trick, you can have it, and if you don't, I'll ring the escort agency."

"How much do I get paid, and what age is this guy? What does he look like?"

"Your cut's £100 for an hour, and he's in his late thirties, with brown hair. I can't tell you much more about him except that I've arranged quite a few meetings for him, and there's never been a problem."

"OK, I'll take him on. Which room is he in?"

Roger phoned the man and then told me to go to room 312, he was called Jim and he'd be waiting for me.

I took the elevator to the third floor and knocked on the door of room 312. A tall, good-looking man wearing a bathrobe answered and greeted me with a smile. 

He said, "I'm Jim, come on in. I hope that you can take big cocks.

Before I could even answer, Jim took his bathrobe off and stood naked in front of me.

Jim wasn't bluffing; his cock was indeed big. Nine inches at least and thicker than any cock that I'd ever fucked. I knelt and grasped it firmly, pulled the foreskin all the way back, before placing it between my lips. I slowly lip-wanked it and flicked my tongue against the exposed tip. Jim put his hands on my head and pulled me towards him. I felt it pushing against my throat, but I didn't think I'd be able to perform deep throat on it. I tried to swallow a few times, but it just caused me to gag. However, the gagging had helped to lubricate my throat a little.

"Can't take it, can you? None of you sluts can swallow Big Jim's cock."

This big head wasn't going to beat me, so I made one last effort and gulped really hard, and to my delight, Jim's cock went right down my throat.

Jim let my head go, and he put his hands on my shoulders. He seemed to be genuinely shocked, and instead of pulling my head towards him, he was now pushing me back.

His cock was rigid, and now that I had managed to swallow it, I wasn't going to stop until I had made it cum. I bobbed my head back and forth, slowly at first, until my throat got accustomed to his girth. He seemed more relaxed, although his breathing had become heavier.

I started working Jim's cock faster and faster until he gasped loudly, and he shot a torrent of cum down my throat. I kept it there until his balls were fully drained and his cock had softened. When I spat his cock out, he turned away from me and walked into the bathroom.

"Get your clothes off and get on your knees. You're getting the fucking of your life when I get back."

I took my dress off. I didn't really see any point in removing my underwear, as I was wearing a cupless bra and a very skimpy G-string, which, in my opinion, was more enticing than being naked.

As I waited for Jim to return, I played with my clit, I wanted to be ready for his big, thick cock. I remember hoping that he wouldn't take too long to recover, because I was dying to feel his cock inside my pussy, although I still wasn't sure if I'd be able to take all of his nine inches.

I didn't have to wait very long. Jim returned with a huge erection. It looked even bigger than before. He knelt behind me, and I reached around to guide it into my pussy. I was wet, and he penetrated me easily.

"How many cocks have you taken tonight, slut."

I told Jim that his cock was the third, but it was by far the biggest cock that I'd ever taken. Jim liked that. He had an ego as big as a jumbo jet. I wasn't interested in his ego in the slightest. I was being paid to ride his cock, and I believed in giving good value.

He reached forward and cupped his hands around my breasts, pulling me towards him, as he started to ride me. There was no gentle build-up. Jim started turbo-fucking me from the start. I felt myself sliding forward on the carpet, so I lay forward and raised my ass higher. Jim took that as a hint that I wanted him to ass fuck me, and he pulled his cock out of my pussy.

"No, Jim, I haven't prepared for that, and I think you're too big for my tiny ass hole. We'll try it next time you're in Belfast."

Jim just grunted, and then he slammed his big cock back into my pussy. The turbo-fucking continued, but not for long, because he started to cum, and I felt his hot load fill my pussy and run down my inner thighs.

He withdrew his cock from my dripping pussy right away and told me to lie on my back. Then he knelt above me and started licking my pussy. His cock was hovering over my mouth, so I began licking and sucking it.

"Get ready to swallow a hot load, bitch."

"Jim, are you serious?"

He didn't reply, he just started fucking my mouth, so I did my best to please him. I didn't mind, because I was enjoying my pussy being licked. For the second time, he forced his cock down my throat. It was an easier take this time, but that was probably due to it being lubricated with cum and my own juices.

By the way Jim was moaning, I knew that he was getting close to another orgasm, so I worked his cock even harder with my lips. That did the trick, and he started to cum. He pulled his cock right out of my mouth and shot all over my face. I grabbed hold of his cock, and guided it back between my lips. I needed to taste and swallow that cum to trigger my final climax, so, like a good whore, I lay there and gulped it all up.

When Jim was finished spunking into my mouth, he got up and walked towards the bathroom. I was left lying there, covered with cum and sweat. I used a towel to clean myself up as best I could before leaving the room. Jim wasn't much of a gentleman, but you take what you get when you play at being a whore.

I got dressed and made my way back down to reception

Roger, the Night porter, handed me £100 as he'd promised and asked me if I'd had fun.

"I got well fucked, Roger, if that's what you're asking? You can try me out if you don't mind sloppy seconds? Where can we go?"

Roger told me to follow him. We left reception and walked down a narrow corridor to a small room where Roger spent his time between guest arrivals.

"This has to be quick, Kate. Just bend over."

I did so and placed my hands on the bed to support myself. Roger put on a condom, pulled my skirt up and pulled my G-string right down to my ankles. I was wet and ready for more cock. Roger slipped right in and fucked me hard. He felt big and thick, but I hadn't even had a glimpse of his cock. I squeezed it with my vaginal muscles in an attempt to make him cum faster, and it did the trick. Roger shot off inside me and I reached an orgasm. My knees gave way and I fell forward, onto the bed with Roger on top of me and still pumping his seed into me.  At that point, the phone in Roger's room rang and he pulled out of me to answer it.

"Guests in reception, Kate, I'm off."

I returned to room 416 again to check on my Roger. He was still fast asleep.     It was almost seven a.m.  I decided to leave and walk to Sandy Row to retrieve my car. I drove home and opened the back door quietly. John was asleep on the sofa. I slipped past him, unnoticed and went upstairs, got into bed and fell fast asleep.