After Work Excess

by Samantha Davies

  He didn't fuck my throat so hard, once we had reconvened our positions, and he was soon spurting his load deeply down my willing throat and into my tonsils. By this stage, my knickers had been removed, and I think that it was the sight of my bare breasts, coupled with my over exuberant rubbing of my swollen pussy that sent him crashing over the edge, and into his much anticipated climax. Needless to say I swallowed it all, as I figured that it would be just plain rude not to when I was being paid £300!

  ***

  By the time he had watched me finish myself off, rubbing myself to a drunken and overly-loud orgasm right in front of him, as I lay there on the floor with his semen dribbling from my mouth, it was getting on for 3am. After we both dressed and cleaned ourselves up, I really didn't know what to do next, as in whether to go home or stay for the whole night. I eventually opted to stay, but as long Des promised me that as there would be no funny business in the middle of the night. We went upstairs to bed together, and quickly found ourselves spooned in his big bed, with me just wearing my knickers and him cuddling into my breasts as I quickly drifted into an alcoholic haze of sleepiness. There was a couple of times where I sensed that he was touching my pussy in the night, but I managed to bat him off each time, and get a few hours sleep.

  ***

  He rushed me out of bed at 9am, and as I tried to wake myself up, I noticed that he was already suited and ready for work, so I had a quick wash, tied my messy hair in a scrunchy put my dress and heels on from last night and accepted his offer of a lift back into town, on his way to work.

  Once he dropped me off, and kissed me goodbye, I took the £300 that he had gifted me for spending the night with him, and headed off to the shops. Now you may think that I would head to a designer clothes store and buy myself a new pair of high-end heels, but instead I headed for an electrical retail outlet. Once inside, I I made my way to the gaming desk and asked them for a Play Station3 console and handed over the £300 in crisp £20 notes. God knows what the young member of staff on the till thought of me, all dressed up in last night’s little black, but creased party dress, black skimpy heels and last night’s make-up, whilst buying a Play Station 3!

  But then...he probably didn't even notice…

  I fully intended it to be a thoughtful present for the guy that I had just started to see, rather than an admission of guilt, like the petrol station flowers that some guys buy their wives. Of course, unbeknown to me, he was the guy that I would later date seriously, before he would propose to me, and become my fiancée. I guessed that the previous night would be forever locked in my memory banks, as the last single girl blow out, before I was going to settle down with the guy that I would eventually hope to marry. Although, as it later transpired, my life didn't exactly pan out as I had initially expected...

  Chapter 13 - Selling Myself

  This was finally it – At the time, I was still with John, and I had just turned 22, and this afternoon's meet was to become the very first time that I had arranged to meet a guy that my fiancée and I had been chatting to online. It was to be the first time that I’d actually escorted in my fiancée’s company. I’d agreed to ‘do it’ for him, as the whole thought of his young blonde fiancée being fucked by another man had always been a huge turn on for him. So, after chatting to Charlie for several days over the internet, we’d finally agreed to make ‘fantasy’ a ‘reality’…

  We met in The Dragon Kiss Bar in Weston, late on a sunny spring Sunday afternoon. I wore my hair tied back, with a pink loose fitting top, coupled with tight white jeans and boots, to show that I was casual, but also that I had made some kind of an effort for him. I sat there having a drink with my fiancée, nervously waiting for Charlie to turn up, and then he finally walked in, and I was more than pleasantly surprised. He was quite tall, had short dark hair and looked like he had a fairly good body. We chatted and thankfully, he got on well with my fiancée as they chatted about football, which was all a bit surreal considering he was about to have sex with this other bloke's fiancée…

  I eventually interrupted their ‘bromance’, as I asked “So how’s this going to work then?”

  The two guys stopped talking immediately, and Charlie looked at me with more of a serious look, and then across at my fiancée and simply replied with “Yes, I’d love to have sex with you Samantha - You are gorgeous, after-all!”

  “I wasn’t asking if you still wanted to ‘do it’!” I laughed, before impatiently adding “I was asking, how and where?”

  Charlie chuckled, swigged on his pint, and simply replied with “Well you’re the escort - you tell me...?”

  My fiancée and I hadn’t really considered me as a proper escort, but it was too late to try and start that conversation now, but Charlie then tried to help us out, as he interjected and said “Look I can arrange for a hotel, which I will pay for, but then I’ll have to pay you less, or we can go to your place, if that is okay with you, and then I can give you the full £150?”

  My fiancée interrupted, saying “Our place is fine, I’ll take you back there…”

  Charlie paused; looking slightly confused and said “I’m looking for a ‘Male Female’ date rather than a threesome, yeah mate?”

  “Yeah, it'll be just me and you, don't worry…” I re-assured, as I placed my hand on top of his on the bar table.

  My fiancée then tried again with “I didn’t mean that I’d actually be taking part, I just wanted to be there, as she's my fiancée mate…”

  Charlie again paused, trying to find the right words, and not to cause offence, as he stated “Look, I'm sorry mate, you’re a nice fella and all, but I really don’t want you looking over my shoulder whilst I’m having sex with her - No offence…”

  “What do I do then?” my fiancée asked, suddenly looking panicked.

  “How about you wait outside..?” I offered, as I attempted to appease the situation, whilst giving him a look to show him that I was happy with Charlie's proposal, and that I’d be okay, as it was only for an hour - after-all.

  With a heavy heart, he agreed, although I was sure that he wasn’t exactly keen on the idea. For him, this was all clearly going pear shaped, as he had only put me in touch with Charlie because he wanted to watch, and the way things were panning out, he would only get to hear about the event afterwards, from whatever I chose to share. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but it was all too late to pull out now, and I laughed to myself, knowing that his plan had marvellously backfired!

  With that awkward conversation finally out of the way, we were all happy to leave, so the three of us walked back to the flat together. There was an awkward moment on the pavement outside, where my fiancée had to wait, knowing that he was going no further, whilst I got my keys out. I tried to comfort him though, before I held Charlie's hand and headed up the stairs to be alone and behind locked doors with Charlie.

  ***

  Once in the flat, Charlie said to me “I’m getting the feeling that you’ve never done this kind of thing before Samantha?”

  I was ‘rumbled’ and feeling a little embarrassed now. Charlie laughed supportively though, and handed over the £150 in a small brown envelope and advised me to check it and to always ask for the money upfront in future. I felt both silly and naive, as he was right about his observation, but I had to get over my mistake and try to act like I was confident in what I was about to do, so I held Charlie’s hand and led him across the hall and towards my spare bedroom. I then let him use the bathroom to sort himself out and strip off whilst I took my jacket, tight white jeans and top off, but kept my leather boots on and waited for him, sat on the bed in my sexy new pink and black bra and knicker set, that I had bought especially for this occasion.

  He suddenly seemed a little taken back and quite nervous when he first got on the bed to join me, but I soon managed to break the ice with a long and lingering French kiss, before my nifty fingers worked their way into his crotch, to tease him to hardness under his Calvin’s. He was in his mid-thirties, and had a
really nicely toned stomach, so I was really feeling quite positive about the thought of some sex, despite the mix up a few minutes earlier in the bar. Although I have to say, that at this point I think I was keener on the thought of it than he actually was, but his hardening erection showed me that he was steadily warming to my affections.

  Finally, I felt as if I was taking charge and it felt good! He soon caught up though, and before long he had my tight knickers off and was lapping at my wetness through my parted thighs, as I laid back submissively on the double bed. He had a really probing tongue and managed to hit my ‘button’ just at the right moment with his thumb as his index finger fingered me deeply. This guy certainly knew what he was doing!

  I returned the favour, and gave him a slow and sensual blow job before he begged me to stop, just in-case. Charlie then encouraged me to squat over him, squatting directly onto his expectant face, as he held my hips and lapped at my womanly wetness. I loved that, I loved sitting on his face, as not only is it one of my favourite sexual preferences for foreplay, but I was also keen for more of that expert tongue that he had earlier teased me with.

  The base of his cock was cleanly shaven and he was of a good size as he complimented me on my hair and slender body as we again switched, as I sucked him in between lapping at my wetness. My only compliant was that it was all quite clinical as we were both aware that we only had an hour, and nearly half an hour of that was already gone, so before long he asked me to position myself on the bed, totally naked on all fours for him to penetrate me.

  It felt both degrading and amazing, as he slipped a condom on and penetrated me deeply. The lubricant of the condom meant that he was able to slide his length into my tightness quite effortlessly, as I thought for just a moment about poor John, standing on the street outside. Those thoughts were swiftly interrupted though, as Charlie said “Fuck your arse looks amazing…”

  I felt wonderful, as he offered further compliments towards me, as he continued to fuck me doggy-style. I leant forward, making sure that my hair was positioned down my slender back and propped my bum up towards him so he could thrust into me with more ease and even more deeply, all in-order to show him that his compliments were being gratefully received..

  After several more energetic minutes, Charlie asked me to go on top off him and I readily accepted and climbed onto him, before riding him passionately hoping that my efforts would make him orgasm, before we ran out of time. He didn’t climax though, as he had a very precise way that he wanted to climax, so he ended up finishing himself off with me positioned on my back with my legs held high over his shoulders and my boots still on. As he finally began to moan and lose control of his senses, I gripped his arse tightly with my manicured nails, whilst gently encouraging him to cum, and to fill me with his seed. As his orgasm peeked, it was forceful and debilitating, as his belly slammed into my delicate entrance as he erupted inside me, giving off an even louder groan that I was sure my fiancée would be able to hear from the street!

  After a few minutes spent recovering, I pointed out that we surprisingly still had ten minutes left, if he fancied doing anything else – possibly a massage.

  He really wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next, sex wise, as he had enjoyed what we had just done.

  “We can just leave it there, or we can just kiss if you like?” I asked.

  “How about if you dressed up for me?”

  “I'm sure that I can put something on for you, if that's what you'd like...”

  I showed him through my wardrobe of outfits in the spare room that I had intended use for future meets and he loved them all, but then he pointed to my work uniform that was hung on the back of the door ready for Monday morning's dreary 9-5 as he asked “But what about that?”

  I laughed, feeling a bit shocked that he would chose my work uniform, over all of my other outfits and dresses, but readily agreed to it, as I said “Of course, whatever floats your boat…”

  As I began to plan my transformation into Miss Davies from the bank, I was aware of the minutes ticking by, but I was also hopeful that my fiancée would be okay if we ran over our time by a quarter of an hour. I walked out and into the main bedroom naked, holding the uniform and put some tan hold-ups on, the work skirt, some plain workday heels on. I also wore a pair of plain white knickers, a sheer thin white bra and a tight work blouse so my nipples would show that they were quite clearly erect through it once he'd removed my work jacket complete with my name badge. To top it all off I put my glasses on and tied my hair back.

  I walked back into the room and he could say was “Wow..!”

  I thought, just by noticing his expectantly erect penis, that he was going to be well into this role-playing scenario, so I sat on the bed next to him, legs crossed, hanging off the bed as I chatted to him. It was as if we hadn’t just had sex, as I eagerly fell into full role playing mode.

  I thanked him for arranging to meet me back at my flat, after pretending that I had met him in the bank and started a fantasy story that I was engaged (as I am) but caught up in a loveless relationship with a man who never wants to have sex with me (which wasn’t true at the time in my real life incidentally!).

  Charlie loved this and played along well, as he asked “Is there anything that I can do to help you with your predicament Miss Davies?

  I glanced at the bedside clock, noting that we were now well out of time, but I didn’t care - my fiancée would just have to wait, as this was all becoming too much fun. My mind was now firmly back with Charlie, as I told him that what I really missed, and subsequently needed was a “Damn good fucking…”, in order to help me get some of the pent up sexual tension out of my system. Charlie quickly took the hint and moved forwards, in-order to kiss me. I pushed him away and said “No, I don’t want you to kiss me, it wouldn’t be right, as I’m engaged, I just need a raw fucking...!”

  He laughed, and adapted his approach, quickly getting the idea, as he pushed me back on the bed and lifted up my skirt and yanked my white knickers down, before holding my thighs widely apart in his strong arms, and moving into my bare crotch to lick me. I stopped him just short and again said “No, not like that – I don't want any intimacy!”

  I hoped that I wouldn't need me to explain further, as I leant forwards and engulfed his cock with my mouth, just for a moment, and mouthed, with just three short licks “I just want you to fuck me!”

  He pushed me back rampantly, and opened my jacket, tore at my blouse, and pushed my sheer white bra upwards so that my beasts were suddenly exposed. He then groped firmly at each of my erect nipples, and then very quickly slipped a fresh condom on and penetrated me, sinking deeply into me, right to the hilt, before asking “Is this what you want it..?”

  I breathed deeply, trying desperately to try to catch my breath, as I replied with “Fuck that feels good…YES!”

  He grabbed at my breasts and tore my office glasses off; throwing them onto the bedroom floor and started fucking me intensely, with me still wearing my crumpled and now torn bank uniform. I absolutely loved it; it was like we were having a rampant office based one night stand as I screamed at him “Fuck me, fuck me harder..!”

  No matter how hard he fucked me in this submissive missionary position, I asked for it ever harder, and then I went really overboard, as I shouted at him “Just fuck me, fuck me until you cum deep inside me and you've made me pregnant..! You bastard..!” I was begging him to do this, to help release me from my miserable life with my fiancée, and my loveless relationship. He fucked me so hard that he actually came quite quickly, despite it being for the second time in an hour, and the whole episode had actually made me orgasm, and it wasn’t just any normal orgasm. I quite literally felt like I was exploding from the inside out, as I orgasmed loudly for him, leading to my neighbour having to bang forcefully on our adjoining wall, in-order to get me to shut up!

  I never thought that that would happen whilst escorting, but on my first ever, proper ‘client meet’ to have experienced a genuine orgasm, was
totally amazing! If it was always going to be as good as this, then I’d be seeing ‘clients’ every day at this rate – as for me role playing was the only way forward, from now onwards! Charlie had the confidence of his own ability to know that he had genuinely made me climax, and that I certainly wasn’t faking it. As I recovered, both physically and mentally, I sensed that he was very satisfied with his achievement, I didn’t say that I came, but with the noise I was making and the redness of my cheeks and neck, coupled with the sweat that had pooled on my chest and tummy, my body must have given it away just slightly!

  ***

  Charlie left soon afterwards, after a brief chat and before sorting ourselves out so that he could return to the street not looking like he'd just had sex with a whore, and I wasn't left looking too bedraggled, before John returned to the flat. In the few moments between Charlie leaving, and John returning, I was left to wait for my fiancée to come back up to the flat to try and explain what had just happened, without offending him too much, before undoubtedly giving him some loving later that night. When my fiancée finally appeared through the front door, I had already changed into my dressing gown as he gingerly asked “So, how did it go then, as you were up there together for a really long time?”

  “Yeah it was okay actually,” I replied nonchalantly, whilst removing my working-girl make-up in my bedside mirror and not facing him, before adding “the money is on the table.”

  “But you two were a long time, over an hour and a half in fact?” he pressed.

  “Yeah, I know- he just took a while to get going...” I simply replied, not really wanting to get into the juicy details in case it made him feel even more inadequate. I’d already decided to save those juicy details for when we next had an argument - which, back then was quite frequently…