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‘Stick your tongue out.’ She did as I asked, sticking her warm tongue out under my shaft and began to lick my balls. Breathe through your nose.’ I held her down, her eyes glistening with tears and her hands clutching at the bedsheets. ‘Don’t throw up,’ I said, ‘it would just be more mess for you to clean when I’m finished. Again, she gagged and choked as my tip brushed the back of her throat. I placed both hands on the side of her head and forced her down, pushing my hips up and my cock down her throat. She went to speak but I slipped my dick between her lips before the words manifested, making her gag in surprise. I took my shaft in my hand and slapped my cock on her face a few times, letting pre-cum stick to her forehead and dry in her hair.
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She knew what I wanted, and she hardly protested when I forced her head down to my groin, my tip rubbing on her cheek. She shuddered at my touch, whimpering as I pushed my thumb between her lips and feeling her warm and wet tongue. I reached up caressed her cheek with my hand, brushing my thumb over her soft lips. I groaned, letting out a few pleasured compliments or the occasional ‘Fuck…’ or ‘Goddamn…’. A droplet of pre-cum fell from my tip, making my shaft and her hand slick and shiny. I exhaled, her hand moving up and down in a slow rhythm and building up warm friction. She said something under her breath and winced, as if she couldn’t believe the situation she was in, then wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft. With a trembling hand, she timidly took the note from my cock and folded it into the pocket of her blue tunic. Yeah, this girl was probably overworked and underpaid. Up close I could see her hazel eyes, and the dark bags below them. She walked back over to the bed, still refusing to look me in the eye, and sat on the edge of the mattress. 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.
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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. *WARNING: like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex.