A ping to my phone wakes me the next morning. The sun is shining through the curtains of my bedroom, and hubby is still asleep beside me.

I open the waiting message.

‘Well, my little slut, did you get hubby to fuck your ass?’

I type a reply, ‘Yes, Sir, and just my ass last night.’

Another ping with the reply, ‘Mmmm, you are such a wonderful, obedient Slut Evelyn.’

Typing back. ‘Ty Sir, I hope I am.’

Another ping. ‘I’ve had so many requests for your services after the night at the Restaurant that I’m not sure which ones to accept?’

Looking at the message, I reply, ‘All of them,’ smiling to myself as I press send.

Ping. ‘Lol, Oh, you are such a naughty little minx and such an insatiable slut it seems. I will have to see which one will push your limits more, although I’m beginning to think you may not have any limits, Evelyn.’

Before I can reply, another ping. ‘Are you working today?’

I reply, 'Yes, Sir, 4 pm until midnight.'

Ping,  ‘Hmmm, I will need to speak to Rob, your Boss, again. Remember, no bra under blouse and no panties, just stockings under your skirt only.’

I have never before looked forward to going to work as much as I did at this moment, imagining all sorts of things that they might cook up between them.

My cunt is tingling, and I already feel moist at the thoughts.

At 3 pm, I start getting ready for work. My hubby is now intently watching me do so.

Firstly, I apply makeup, taking much more time with my appearance for work than before.

Once I finish doing my makeup, I slip on a black 6-strap suspender belt.

Next, I slip my foot into the black lace-top stockings, pulling them carefully up my legs until I can attach the stocking tops to the metal suspender clips. My foot is pressed against hubby’s cock as I do so.

Once I have attached the stockings to the clips, I ask hubby to help me smooth the stockings on my legs.

He is very eager to help; his hands run up my calves, up the inside of my thighs to the top of my stockings.

God, I am getting wet, something that seems to happen so much more easily now.

I just can't control my cunt from becoming soaked, just from being touched, even just like Dave is doing now.

Also, it is knowing that I will more than likely be getting fucked and used at work later.

I then slip a white, thin blouse on, not too sheer, as I can't walk around work with my breasts and nipples on display, but thin enough that the form of my breasts under the blouse is visible, and my nipples definitely show through the blouse.

Then the skirt. I pick out my knee-length skirt that hides everything; however, my husband, Dave, shakes his head and picks a shorter skirt.

"Mid-thigh length, Evelyn. It is still suitable, but be careful how you bend over." He smirks.

I take the shorter one and slip it on, asking hubby to help with the zip at the back. Once it is tight around my waist, I then lift my skirt, pulling down the hem of my blouse.

This has the effect of tightening the blouse more over my breasts.

I slip on my 4" high heels, which I have now taken to wear to work at Sir's instruction. It has taken me a while to get used to walking around all day in them, even though they are just that extra inch higher.

I finish off by applying a bright red lipstick to my lips, making them look sexy, I hope.

Swirling round on my heels, I look at hubby, asking, “Well, how do I look?"

“Like the sophisticated slut you are, darling," he says, looking me up and down.

I pick up my jacket and handbag, kiss Dave on the cheek, and say goodbye.

"Will you be late tonight?" Dave shouts after me.

"I don't know if I will even be home tonight", I laugh as I head out to my car.

When I arrive at the hotel, Rob, my boss, has left a note on my locker to come to his office as soon as I arrive.

As I walk through the hotel towards Rob's office, I can feel my bare nipples under my blouse rub against the material, making them hard and stiff.

My mind wanders back to the other day when Rob and Tom had used and fucked me in his office, wondering if it was about to happen again. My cunt is already becoming wet at the thought.

I knock on Rob's door and wait.

“Come in, Evelyn," he shouts out.

I open the door and walk in.

"Mmmmm, Evelyn, you look quite the slut as always," Rob says with a grin on his face.

“Sit down, slut."

I just do as told, crossing my legs, making the shorter-than-normal skirt ride high up my thighs, my stocking tops almost on show.

Rob looks at my exposed legs, then speaks, “I had quite a chat with your Master earlier, and I've agreed with his request to give you a new role today."

"A new role, what kind of new role?" I query with a puzzled look on my face.

Rob looks at me with what can only be described as an evil grin. “Oh, you are going to be providing room service to some of our guests today," he chuckles as he tells me this.

Just then, my phone pings.

“Answer it, slut; it will be your Master, I'm sure," Rob orders me.

I open my phone, and yes, he is right, it is a message from Sir.

I read it.

‘Slut, I want you to do whatever Rob asks of you today. I have agreed to your undertaking this new role today. I hope you will be a pleasure to his guests.’

I now realise what will be expected of me in this new role. I am to be a whore to certain guests of the hotel.

I should be mortified with what I am being asked to do, but my nipples just become harder and small droplets of pussy juice drip onto my seat. I am getting so turned on and horny with the thoughts of being such a whore.

"Are you clear on what your Master wishes of you, Evelyn?" Rob, as always, seems to use my name, which gives me a sense of humiliation that it is me doing these things, but at the same time excites me and makes me so horny when I hear it said.

"Yes, Sir, I am," I reply.

"Good, here is the key to room 110, which is unoccupied at present. You will find a list of guests and the relevant room numbers to whom you will be providing your services today. The list details what outfit you are to wear to each. You will find the clothing lying on the bed in your room for the first on the list; the other outfits are hanging up in the wardrobe," all said as if this was normal for me.

I have a tingly feeling flowing through my body at how well planned Sir and Rob seem to have arranged all this.

Rob brings me back from my thoughts, telling me sternly, "Now go, slut; your first appointment is in less than an hour at 5 pm, go prepare yourself."

“Yes, Sir," I say as I rise off the seat and head to the door.

Rob stops me as I am about to open the door. "Oh fuck, Evelyn, you definitely are a dirty slut. You've left a stain on the seat with your juices, just at the thought of being a complete whore tonight."

I smile and blush slightly, my head bowed as I know he is right. Knowing I am going to be a whore for hotel guests has made me so wet and horny.

As I reach room 110, I tap the card against the door lock and walk in, closing the door behind me.

There, lying on the bed, is a sexy French maid's outfit, black seam stockings, a black 6-strap suspender belt and black 5" high-heel shoes together with an envelope.

I pick up the envelope and take out the letter inside, which is from Sir.

I begin reading.

‘Evelyn, my wonderful, gorgeous, sexy slut, do you remember that first night with me when you were in my room. Seeing you that night, I could see what a sexy woman you were, and when I first walked in, and you hadn't seen me, I knew I had to own you.

Well, I’m so lucky that this has become true and that you are so open to pushing your sexual limits to discover the true Evelyn, which was hidden for so many years, it seems.

Tonight, my owned little slut, I know these thoughts will be making you so wet already, I aim to push those boundaries further.

With Rob's assistance, we have arranged four guests for whom you will provide sexual services.

First Guest, Room 541, A man who wishes to find a sexy maid just like the one I found all those months ago. The outfit is laid out for you; wear ONLY what is there. You are to go to his room at 5 pm and spend only 1 hour with him (no longer).

After that, return to this room, and in the wardrobe, there are three other outfits for you to wear in the three suit covers. Do not look or read the letter with instructions until you return to the room after each adventure. Take each hanger from left to right.

I hope you have a wonderful, amazing sexual night, Evelyn.

I will be in touch with you tomorrow, my little married slut xx’

Just reading the letter has my nipples standing to attention and juices dribbling from my cunt once again.

I undress and shower, and then begin to dress as instructed by Sir.

The short maid's dress doesn't hide the tops of my stockings as I look at myself in the mirror. I barely recognised the woman looking back at me from the one who had met Sir that first night.

Now all I see is a sexy, adventurous and much more sexually confident woman who embraces being the slut I’ve become.

I'm ready to leave the room at 4.50 pm, visibly excited to know I will be wandering through the hotel lifts and corridors dressed like I am. Knowing it will take me about 10 minutes to get from the first floor to the 5th.

A young couple get into the lift with me on the first floor, and I can hear him whisper to his wife or girlfriend that now I'm the kind of maid they wish they could have service their room, which makes me smile to myself. They get out on the 3rd floor, leaving me alone in the lift.

As the lift stops on the 5th floor, the door opens to a crowd of maybe five or six women, obviously heading out on a hen night, judging by how they are dressed (well, the bride-to-be, Sash, was a giveaway lol). They all compliment me on my attire and figure and ask if I’d like to join them, which, while it is such a wonderful thought, I have to decline.

I strut now, with extra confidence, down the corridor towards room 541.

I knock on the door and wait.

The door opens, and a younger man, probably in his late 20s, is standing in just his trousers. He has a nice body, not too muscly but no flab either.

“You must be Evelyn, the hotel maid,” he says to me. “Come in."

I slowly walk past him as he shuts the door behind me.

Suddenly, I feel his hand go over my mouth, and his other hand grabs me around my waist as he walks directly behind me, pulling my body against him.

“Just do as you're told, and you won't get hurt," he says menacingly.

I'm not sure if he is roleplaying or is serious, so I do as he orders me.

I feel his hand slide down over my stomach, over my waist, then lower under my very short maid's dress, finding my already wet pussy.

“Such a dirty little whore it seems, already so wet. I can see we're going to have lots of fun," he whispers in my ear as I then feel him nuzzle on my neck, sending shivers of lust through my body as his teeth rake over my skin.

“No panties. My, you are a whore, definitely." His fingers begin to probe my bare, soaked cunt now.

I hear him unzip his pants and then feel his bare cock rub against the flesh of my arse, feeling it rub over the crack in my arse as he pushes my upper body down onto the bed, telling me to spread my legs.

I obey every order as my cunt is now open and waiting, needy for cock.

He just pushes his cock in my cunt in one big shove. I am thankful that I do get soaking and lubricated so easily with my juices nowadays, which allows me to take it all as he begins to just fuck the shit out of me, telling me what a whore of a maid I am.

He is ramming his cock in and out so deep and hard, taking pleasure for himself, using me just to fulfil what pleasure he needs as he sees fit.

My body is shaking and quivering with every pounding of his cock deep in my cunt, but I am loving it, loving being used like this. Even pleading with him to fuck me harder, to fuck this dirty whore.

I feel my whole body tense, then explode as my juices gush from my cunt all around his cock.

However, he just keeps fucking and fucking me through the huge orgasm I am having, not slowing down or stopping, causing me to continually cum over and over, finding it difficult to remain up on my high heels.

Finally, I feel his cock swell and then spew out a huge load of spunk deep in my cunt, like I’ve never felt before, feeling it swirl around his cock, which is still inside me and some spunk leaks from the sides.

He pulls his cock from my cunt, and I feel globes of his cum drip from me onto the carpet below.

He grabs me by the hair, pulls me round, and says, “Now kneel, whore, and suck me clean."

Quickly, I do as told, sliding my mouth over the tip of his cock before taking as much as I can into my mouth; my tongue runs around it, trying to clean as ordered.

He keeps his cock in my mouth until I can feel him begin to harden once again.

Pulling me up by the hair, he drags me over to a chair in the window, the curtains wide open. He sits down, ordering me to continue sucking him.

There I was, kneeling in the middle of a full-length window, sucking cock in my sexy maid's outfit on view to anyone looking out the rooms in the part of the hotel building directly opposite us.

When he is hard again, he lifts me, has me stand against the window as he lubricates his fingers with my cunt juices before rubbing them over my asshole, then slides his fingers slowly inside my ass, making me moan.

"Look, whore, look at those two watching you. Watching the dirty whore being fingered in the ass right here in the window."

I give a shudder as he says that, my cunt dribbling more juices mixed with residue of his spunk.

“Now let's put on a good show, whore; let them watch you being fucked in the ass." I then feel the tip of his cock push against my now lubricated hole.

I push back, arching my bum, trying to relax for him to get all his cock inside me. His hands come around the front of me, and he pulls down the front of my maid's dress, fully exposing my breasts. My nipples are now so hard, pressed against the glass of the window.

Looking out over to the rooms opposite, I can see one man in his window openly wanking his cock as he watches me, which just seems to turn me on even more.

Suddenly, he gives a hard thrust, and I feel his cock plough into my ass, making me squeal and moan loudly, both with some pain but also pleasure.

He begins fucking my ass roughly and hard, whispering in my ear as he does, asking me, “How does it feel to have someone wanking over you, being a whore, just 50 yards away in a room across from us?”

“Oh god, it makes me feel such a slut and whore seeing him jerking off watching you fuck my ass," I moan out.

Harder he fucks my ass now as juices dribble again from my cunt until I feel him tighten, holding his cock deep in my ass.

“Cum for me, whore. Let him see you cum hard, squirt your juices over the window."

This sent me over the edge again, and I cum, juices squirting out of my cunt, splashing all over the bottom of the floor-to-ceiling window.

This sets him off, too, and he spurts his cum in the bowels of my ass.

The man across the way comes too, shooting ropes of cum over his window now.

As I look over, I see him give me a clap, as if applauding my performance.

I feel the cock plop free of my ass, as he then walks away, leaving me on full view in the window.

I stand for a minute, getting my breath back, coming down from my orgasm and then head to the toilet and clean up.

“Don't bother, whore; just go as you are. Your £200 is there on the bedside cabinet," he says.

“My what!!" I say, shocked.

“Your £200 fee, as agreed," he says again.

I now realise that I'm not only a slut and a whore, but that Sir and Rob are pimping me out to guests, selling my services tonight as a prostitute.

My mind is reeling, but my body is betraying me and is on fire. I shudder slightly as I have a mini orgasm at the realisation of what I am to be tonight.

I pick up the money, open the door, and head into the corridor, spunk running down my thighs, my breasts still exposed, still slightly in shock as I begin making my way back to room 110 on the first floor.