She pulled the trolley back and took the tag off the handle then closed the door. After the shock had passed, they start to consider how little money they made working in places like this, and how useful that fifty quid would be. She eyed it for a few seconds, then said ‘Sorry, I’ll come back later.’ She turned the trolley and pushed back towards the corridor, then stopped and sighed. It took a moment before she noticed the money. I just tilted my head in a gesture towards my cock. ‘Goodness… I’m so sorry.’ She blundered, picking up the bottle and averting her eyes. It took a moment for her to notice me and my long cock, but when she did she jumped in surprise, knocking a spray bottle off the cart.
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She had a narrow face and high cheekbones, with skin the shade of honey and a light blonde hair tied up into a messy bun, a few strands falling over her face. She was pretty, much prettier than I was expecting. Thirty seconds after the clock hit 10 am, the door opened and a woman pushing a trolley of cleaning products walked in. I pulled down my underwear and placed the fifty-pound note over my burgeoning erection. I lay back on the bed and rubbed my crotch. I felt a twinge of excitement, as the fabric of my underwear bulged outwards slightly. Outside I heard footsteps and the squeaky wheel of a cleaning trolley as it was pushed down the corridor. I slid two of the notes back into my wallet. This city was a shithole, rife with poverty and deprivation. I spread them evenly on the table, pondering how much I would need. I pulled my wallet from the breast pocket and got three fifty-pound notes out. My suit jacket was folded over the back of an armchair in the corner of the room. I finished my tea and stepped out into the corridor and hung the tag on the handle, then went back inside. You were supposed the hang it on the outside handle of your room’s door to let the maids know the room was empty and ready to be cleaned. Good, I smiled, taking another sip, I had more than enough time. It would only take the taxi fifteen minutes to get into the city centre, and then a five-minute walk to the conference hall where the meeting was being held. My phone buzzed, an alert reminding me of the meeting I had at 11 am. I sipped and placed it on the bedside table. I was still in my underwear and a white vest as I brewed the basic kettle and poured a strong mug of tea, adding just a drop of milk. The bed was comfortable enough and I did sleep alright, despite my room being above a busy street. It was one of those cheap hotel chains, mostly used by businessmen for overnight business trips. Only fifty-five quid for a night, so I obviously wasn’t expecting the Ritz or the Hilton. The hotel room was small and basic, what you’d expect for the price I paid. It was 9.50 am, giving me ten minutes or so to prepare. I spewde into his mouth area and some dribble out onto my breasts.*WARNING: like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex. Fucking him with my cock… allowing the girth and the come inside gorge in his great hot mouth… I moaned to tell him I got near my top. He put my cock back to his oral cavity and I slowly began to pump my cock into it. He tookmy cock out of his hands and noticed my legs. He started to stoke my cock slowly knowing I wanted it faster. He put the top of it in his mouth and gradually slid it down is throat. He taken down my underwear and looked up at me on his knees. He sealed his eyes, grabbed my cock, and said “I would like this.” My hard on was sticking direct out of my red boxer briefs like a tent.
He returned down on his knees and undid my belt buckle. He was very tan and the muscles in his stomach were hard and rippling. I grapped him by the tee shirt as he supported from me. He handled my shoulders and ran his hands down my forearms. He came up and I raised my forearms as he removed my short. He transpired on his knees and raised my t-shirt. “Immm I want you.” He thought to me in a whisper. I took his lower lip between my teeth and softly released it with a little pressure between my teeth. He softly pressed his tongue under mine and wiggled it quickly. His tongue noticed warm and gentle and great. Our tongues began to softly twist around each others. I ran my fingertips through his soft frizzy hair as his hard cock pressup into mine. I needed to kiss him for all the life in me. I could feel the rock hard mound of cock inside his jeans right above mine. He pushed into the again of the sofa we were located by. We savored the sensation in our clothed bodies coming in contact with. Mike put his forearms around me and we embraced. I thought about his hot sweaty muscles at the fitness center and the time he threw me down participating in ball.