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 office.

On my way to the office, I came across Kerry.

“Shit! I forgot to text back. What’s the good news?” I asked.

“Gary’s going away for the week,” she whispered with excitement.

“Oh, that is good – no interruptions. I'm on my way down to see him now.”

“Okay, chat to you at lunch,” she said as she started to walk off.

“Oh Kerry, I forgot to ask, did you let Gary fuck you last night, after our bit of fun?” I asked after her, perhaps a little louder than I should have…

Her expression changed to one of hatred.

“He was waiting for me at the door when I got in, like an excited puppy. I dropped straight to my knees and blew him, letting him cum on my face as well, which I don’t normally allow. I must have felt bad, aye. There was no chance anything was going near my pussy; it’s still sensitive now!”

I walked off laughing and said “slut” just loud enough for her to hear; “prick” was all I heard back.

Things between us were changing; I hadn’t worked out if I liked it or not yet. She was growing attached and unfazed; I liked how much she wanted me, but I still wanted a bit of humiliation and degradation kept in!

I sat down opposite Gary at his desk; he had a big grin.

“Thanks so much for covering the night shift last night, mate. Kerry said everything went smoothly and you kept all the staff happy. Good work, mate.” Garry complimented, completely unaware he was complimenting me for making his wife cum like a train all night.

“No drama, Gary; it’s my job at the end of the day to keep them all happy.”

“Well, between you and me, Kerry must have been in a happy mood; she blew me as soon as she walked through the door. Result, aye?”

Gary was often a very open chap; Kerry hated how he’d go around telling the ‘scummy lowdown hotel staff’ private matters. Didn’t he know she had a reputation to keep up?

I smiled at him and offered him a cheeky high five.

“You got any women on the go, mate?” he asked.

I wouldn’t normally gossip about this sort of stuff, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Tell you what, Gary, I’ve got a right slut on the go at the moment; I did her up the arse last night,” I bragged.

“No way, mate; my Kerry won’t let me anywhere near her arse. She’s a proper classy woman; none of that business from her, mate,” Garry stated, once again, totally unaware my cock was buried in her tightest hole no longer than six hours ago.

“Anyway, let’s get down to business, mate. I’ve called you in to let you know I’m going to the States for two weeks on a business trip. Our owners want to buy a hotel over in New York!”

“No way, Gary, that’s great. You want me to take the reins here while you’re gone?”

“That’s it; you know the procedure. The only thing is I have a couple of favours to ask. First, it’s annual review time this week, so could you handle that with the staff?”

“Yeah, no problem, Gary; it should be good practice for me. What’s the second favour?” I quizzed.

“Well, I’ve not told Kerry yet, but I'll be taking the car to the airport, so she’ll need a lift to and from work every shift. I know you go past our house to get to work; would you mind being Queen Bee’s chauffeur?”

“Gary, it would be a pleasure to help Kerry out. I’m going over to reception now; I'll let her know if you like.” I asked while trying to hide my excitement.

“Perfect, mate; saves me getting hassle!”

I’d been leaning against the reception desk for several minutes now; Zoe and Kerry were on shift today, and I needed a way to get Zoe out of here so I could tell Kerry.

“Zoe, I’d kill for a coffee, babe,” I said in my most flirty tone.

She looked at me deep in the eyes; I knew she loved being called babe, and the fact that I’d called it her in front of someone excited her. She jumped up and ran off to the canteen without even replying.

I watched her out of sight, “What a stunning arse she has.” I teased Kerry.

A roll of the eyes was all I got back.

After passing on the news to Kerry, she waited a while before responding, pondering her next sentence.

“Do any of the scenarios have me bent over your car bonnet?” she whispered.

I laughed at this. The more I tried to humiliate her, the more she enjoyed the whole game.

“You’ll have to hurry up and pick some numbers and find out,” I responded.

I walked off before she could respond.

I met Zoe in the lobby area with my coffee, and we had a chat for a while; she was stunning. I had to go before I lost composure and gave in too soon. Before she got too far away, I shouted her back.

“Zoe! I’m doing the reviews this year; you’ll be first tomorrow, 9 am, in my office.”

“Will you just be reviewing my work or anything else, boss?”

I gave her a wink and walked off.

It was the day of reviews, 9.05 am; Zoe was late.

Then the inevitable knock on the door came, and she walked in. She was wearing a dress that stuck to her amazing figure; her tits stood perkily with her nipples poking out. How could I resist? Well, if it happens, it happens; I’m only human, I told myself.

“You’re late?” I snapped.

She rummaged through her handbag, pulled out a skimpy pink G-string, and tossed it over to me.

“Had to nip to the ladies and take these off, sir; they were soaking. I’ve been thinking about being in your office with you alone, haven’t I?” she seductively replied.

That was the final straw. I stood up, and we met with a tongue-heavy kiss, hands all over each other. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor, and my trousers were being undone. She still had her dress intact, which I thought was unfair. She wriggled me out of my trousers and pushed me back onto the couch in my office. She walked back to the door and twisted the lock. Zoe turned back to me and slipped out of her dress in one sexy move!

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing; you’re going to enjoy this, boss. She seductively told me.

She got on her knees in between my legs, gently grabbed my balls with one hand and my shaft with the other, and moved her mouth down and rolled her tongue around the top of my cock.

I groaned instantly; she knew exactly how to please me, and this was mutual; I could normally make her cum within minutes.

She was now well into a good blowjob; it was a delicate blowjob, no mess or noises, just a nice sensual suck, with her eyes never leaving mine.

She pulled her mouth away from my rock-hard cock and started stroking slowly but firmly.

“So, boss, would you rather finish in my mouth, or shall I get on top and ride that cum out of you?”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby.”

She took that as her answer; she climbed on top and slowly lowered herself onto me. We both gasped as I entered.

She was riding me slowly, but not slow enough; I was close; she knew this.

“Zoe, you're going to make me cum; roll over so I can get an orgasm out of you.”

“No, you can make me cum next time; this time I want yours to make you realise what you’ve been missing.”

I let out a groan; she knew I was close, but then she slowed down even more. She changed from resting on her knees to resting on the balls of her feet, squatting on my length. She lent even closer so she could kiss me while her pussy was going up and down over every inch of my cock. As soon as she felt me groan in her mouth, she turned the burners on, full speed riding until she’d drained me. I emptied my load deep inside her; my legs shook as she carried on bouncing while my last few drops of spunk left my cock. Her eyes never broke contact with mine.

I lay there spent, still inside her.

“So my review was good, boss?” We both laughed.

As she was leaving, I asked her to send in Kerry for her review.

“Zoe, you’ve forgotten these”, her knickers in my hands.

“Keep them; easy access if you fancy round two later”. And I'll be upset if you don’t.

Kerry walked in without knocking; she sat down opposite me with the desk in between us.

Kerry was the complete opposite to Zoe, not in a bad way, but different enough to leave me sitting there comparing. Kerry had a long, body-fitted dress on, reaching just past the knees; there was no clever age, but the silhouette of her breasts was huge in this dress. My cock twitched, reminding me how sensitive it was after Zoe’s review.

“So Kerry, how do you think you’ve been getting on?”

“Forget all that nonsense; I get bloody work reviews at home. I want Number 10.”

I looked her up and down; she had her shiny black hair in a new style ponytail today. When I saw it in that style, I imagined grabbing it and slamming my cock down her throat. I got my phone out and searched for number ten. My heart sank when I remembered what number ten was. I had to hide my panic.

“Number ten, ha, you’ve got lucky here; number ten is to receive a facial wherever you ask for number ten. Good job you didn’t ask in reception earlier.”

I felt my cock wince; I’d been drained minutes ago by Zoe, and I could feel how sensitive my cock was without it being touched.

How could I postpone this? She was looking at me eagerly.

“What are you waiting for? Get your cock out," she almost begged.

“Don’t you want to know the amount?” I asked.

“Oh, erm, yeah, sure.”

She wasn’t bothered any more; she just wanted me to use her like a slut. This was amazing, but I wanted to add some humiliation back in.

Before I could tell her the amount, there was a knock at the door. Zoe walked in; she gave me a smile with a glint in her eye and sighed a little when she saw Kerry.

“Erm, boss, there are two lads at reception asking if we can arrange a prostitute to their room. I know we’ve sorted this for certain guests before, but I just don’t know what to say.”

I thanked the lord for this interruption.

“Oh, thanks, Zoe. Erm, tell them I'll be out in a moment, and I'll have a chat with them.”

As Zoe left, I looked at Kerry with an evil grin; she looked back, worried.

“5k for you to be there, hooker?” I laughed as I asked her.

“Fuck off, no way,” she insisted.

“Is that a no? Should I call Zoe back to give her some gossip?”

“Number ten, a facial, from you; do not be a hooker for some random lads,” she barked back.

“Number ten, a facial, from whom is not stated, so don’t forget to let them finish on that pretty face; I’ll be wanting evidence,” I teased back.

She looked at me with hatred, but there was still a hint of admiration in her expression.

Kerry lifted the blinds to take a look at the lads; one was massively overweight, the other was extremely skinny, and they looked young, early 20s, I’d say.

“No chance; look at them. I’m old enough to be their mother. Tell Zoe.”

She stood up angrily, heading towards the door at an angry pace.

Brilliant, I thought. On one hand, I’d saved my sensitive dick a drumming, and on the other, I could tell Zoe and maybe try and get her involved. And as a bonus, I’d reminded Kerry it’s not all fun and games!

“Fine, Kerry, if you could send Zoe in on your way out, I ordered.

“Oh Kerry, before you go. That facial, you can have it on the way home if you like. And I might double the price if you look pretty with cum on your face.”

She looked back at me with anger; this was what I was after. She now had been reminded this wasn’t for her pleasure. She gestured her middle finger to me as she slammed the door shut; the door slammed so hard the blinds flapped for a short while after her hasty exit.

A very short while later, Zoe knocked and entered. The first thing I noticed was her nipples begging for escape through her shirt. I had to keep focused, I reminded myself.

“Couldn’t resist, boss? It’s only been half an hour, and you’ve summoned me back for some more ass.”

“Ha, not quite, babe. I have something to tell you, and I think you’re going to enjoy it.”

I went ahead and told Zoe everything, from start to finish. I told her about the money I was owed, the scenarios, the punishment of someone being told, and the whole story.

Zoe was gobsmacked.

“Hahaha that stuck-up bitch! She’s a fake; wait till I tell everyone.”

“No, Zoe, that can’t happen. This has to stay between us; promise me!”

“Okay, I promise, but on one condition: you never let me suck your cock after it’s been in the queen bee’s arse.”

She laughed as she said this; I think it sort of turned her on, knowing I was fucking her for fun and using Kerry like a slut.

“How would you feel about joining in one time?” I hesitantly asked her.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’d love that. I’d love to watch you humiliate her!”

Zoe got up to go; as she stood up, she made sure her dress had risen enough for me to get a peek at her arse.

“Zoe, don’t be too harsh on her, will you? I teased.

Home time was fast approaching. Gary had called to check on how the reviews went and reminded me not to forget Kerry. Ha, as if I could.

I met Kerry at reception; she looked fuming. Zoe must have let out a few jibes.

“See you, boss. Have a fun trip home; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” shouted Zoe.

As we walked off, Kerry didn’t say a word, not until we got to the car.

“She thinks I’m scum; I’m ten times the woman she is.”

This pissed me off. I had a strong connection with Zoe and didn’t realise how strong until I heard Kerry badmouth her.

“Come on, Kerry, how about taking your mind off it? You blow me on the way home, and I'll shoot my load all over that pretty face of yours,” I asked with more of a telling than asking tone.

She looked at me with fury, but she couldn’t help slipping out a little grin.

“What is it with you? I should hate you, but I can’t get enough of you!”

I leaned over to her and whispered.

“I make you cum like a train. You want me because you're an orgasm-seeking slut.”

“Suppose I can’t disagree with that.”

On the way home she stuck to the plan; she sucked my dick violently, and I made sure I hit every pothole and speed bump. At one point, I moaned Zoe’s name to get a reaction, and it did…

“She couldn’t suck dick like this; she’s not as good as I am.”

She put my dick back in her mouth, sucking me the best she could, trying to show she was better than Zoe; little did she know, she wasn’t; Zoe sucked dick like a professional.

I pulled into a dark lane a few minutes from her house and got out; she got out also.

“What’s up? I was enjoying choking on your big cock.”

“Get round here on your knees,” I demanded.

She did as she was told. I didn’t even need to tell her what to do from then on; she stroked my cock inches above her face with her tongue stuck out, waiting for cum, faster and faster she got.

“Tell me where I’m going to cum.” I ordered.

“All over my face,” she moaned.

“Beg me, like the slut you are.”

Her eyes darted up to meet mine; she opened her mouth to beg for my cum but was met with the first jet of spunk.

She twisted her hand around the head of my dick, draining jet after jet of spunk all over her face, five streams of thick white cum I counted on her face. She looked up at me proudly. I got back in the car without looking at her again; she joined me a minute later, still covered in my cum.

We arrived at her house; she’d not even attempted to clean her face. She looked at me with eager eyes; she was horny. And to my surprise, my cock was still rock hard.

“You coming in?” she asked seductively.

“Why?” I teased.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me scream,” she almost begged.

“Fine, but I’m taking a pound off the total owed. I don’t want you thinking I’d fuck you for free. I purposely said to get under her skin.

We fucked all night in her marital bed; this wasn’t the type of sex me and Zoe shared earlier. It was rough, hard, horrible sex. I made her beg and plead the whole way through. At one point, as I was slamming into her from behind, her face buried in a pillow, trying to suppress the sounds of another oncoming orgasm, I grabbed her ponytail, forcing her face up and pointing it towards a photo on the bedside cabinet. It was a picture of her and Garry on their wedding day. I told her to look at his picture as she came on my cock; that was the strongest orgasm she had, and it lasted a long time, and her legs shook for a while after.

We both lay on the bed, she in the wet patch.

“What’s your next number?” I asked after we both caught our breath.

“Erm, number nine, prick.”

I reached over to the bedside cabinet for my phone. I opened number nine in front of Kerry; I’d not let her see the scenarios before. Number 9 – make one up on the spot.

Ahh, brilliant, I thought, the perfect one!

“Oh, what are you going to ask me for?” she asked very suspiciously.

I got up and got dressed without saying a word.

“Oi, prick, you’ve just used my pussy with no remorse. The least you owe me is to not leave me in suspense,” she whined.

“You ever tasted pussy before, Kerry? Zoe’s is lovely and sweet. I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

She was horrified. I left without saying another word.