After Work Excess (21 page)

***

Once I arrived at his house, he welcomed me warmly and ushered me inside where he opened a bottle of Cuban rum to celebrate my decision to finally agree to come over and visit him. He stated that he hadn't had a drink that evening, but I’d quite clearly had far too much already. I went along with it though, not wanting to
rock the boat
, as he poured me a triple with coke. He put on some music and we had a bit of a smooch as we danced,  continuing from where we left off the last time we met up.

“
You live alone then?” I asked as he held my slender waist as we danced.

“
Yes, all alone…” he laughed, before adding “It’s not too late you know?”

“
Too late for what?” I asked

“
To bin that guy that you've just started dating and come and live with me..!” he laughed as he kissed my neck.

“
Your incorporable!” I laughed.

Changing the subject, he then looked down at my chest as he said “I love this black dress, I was hoping that you'd be wearing something like this, far better than that bank uniform that you were wearing when we first met...”

“It' just a little black dress...” I laughed coyly, as he moved forwards to kiss my ear through my straightened blonde hair.

I moved back from him, and then faced him, to kiss him for the first time.

After a rather heated kissing session, we moved to the sofa where he removed the straps of my dress, revealing a matching black bra and eased his fingers into my bra, teasing my nipples. After a few minutes he asked me if I’d like to join him in his bedroom upstairs, and I told him that I was more comfortable here in the lounge. He understood my reservations and then asked me to lie on the lounge floor and play with myself under my little black knickers as he took a few pictures with his phone.

“
As long as you delete the pictures when we’re done..?” I stated as I was starting to feel concerned that he hadn't listened and that he was still expecting this to lead to
penetrative sex.
I took the lead and asked him to get his trousers and boxers off, and let me suck him as I played with myself. He didn't need asking twice as he lowered himself over me inserting his fat cock into my open little willing mouth, whilst I touched myself, with my hand buried in my little black knickers. I was really feeling the effects of all the earlier drinking by now, especially after that huge glass of Cuban rum, but didn't let on. I removed my bra, at his request but kept my knickers on. He was soon really into it as he got a little too exuberant, and started to really throat fuck me, making me almost gag with his energetically thrusting cock as I tried to continue to play with my wetness down below, before he began to grope and fondle with my breasts. I was quite literally taking him
balls deep
by this stage, but I kept gagging on his erect cock, and had to eventually politely ask him to stop, as it was really making me feel sick, especially after all the alcohol.

At one point we stopped completely and I rushed to the bathroom and made myself sick, I didn't think he would want to carry on, but I told him I was feeling better soon afterwards, as all that alcohol was now out of my stomach and so, and probably against my better judgement - we carried on.

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...

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.