Appointment in Room 324

The receptionist is usually the least of my worries. I find that many chain hotels now barely bother with them as standard, instead leaving their guests to check themselves in, and ringing the bell only if there's a problem with their booking code. If there is one sat behind a desk, I just smile and walk confidently towards the elevators; most will assume that you're a guest that arrived during another shift, and even those that do recognise me for what I am (and some of the more experienced staff definitely do...) tend to offer nothing more than an arched eyebrow. Hotels and sex go together, and as I'm careful not to deliberately draw attention to myself, receptionists tend to leave me alone.

In the empty lift I check my phone again: 'Room 324, 7pm, 90 min booking'. It's only a short ride up to the 3rd floor so there's just time to check myself in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me; a slim mid-thirties woman, neat, dark hair worn in a long bob, businesslike glasses, smart matching purple jacket and skirt, white blouse, dark stockings and designer handbag. It's true that I'm wearing black heels, but really the effect is to make me look like I've just come from a professional meeting. The racier stuff is safely hidden underneath.

The signs on the wall point me towards the room but I don't need them because I know the layout of this hotel, I've been paying visits for 6 months. There's no-one around in the long corridor either, so it's easy for me to follow it all the way to the end, and then a right turn. A final look to check if there's anyone around, and then I tap twice at the door. There are footsteps, a fumbling with the handle, then it swings back and I step inside.

The first look at a client usually tells you a lot. There are those that look you up and down as if deciding which part of you to undress first; one of my regulars is so besotten with me that our meets consist of little more than him alternating between watching me masturbate and going down on me while checking my reaction to his admittedly good oral skills. Others can wrinkle their face in disappointment; I flatter myself that I'm a good looking woman, but even the best looking escorts can share tales of punters that simply didn't fancy them, and have even paid them their fee to leave without a fuss.

This guy is somewhere between. There's definitely desire in his expression, but he's clearly very nervous, perhaps he's never done this before. He offers a hand to introduce himself - "I'm Ross, you must be Lisa?" - and as I take it I size him up too; reasonable looking guy in his forties, almost as slim as me, brown-grey hair, brown eyes, plain white shirt and blue jeans, honestly there's nothing very distinctive about him. Instinctively I shoot my eyes to his other hand and spot the smoothed, indented skin where a wedding ring should be, why do they always think you won't notice?

Ross is polite, almost gentlemanly, and asks me to join him in a glass of wine. He's also quick to hand me an envelope which I put into my bag, then excuse myself to use the bathroom. In truth I don't need to, but it's always wise to double check the cash with a new customer. My worries are unfounded, he's paid top rate, which also means all of my services are available to him. I have my limits with what I'm prepared to offer a client, but that still leaves me with questions of what exactly is expected from me in the next hour and a half.

Back in the room, Ross - if that really is his name - is sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed with his wine, having made no attempt to undress during my brief disappearance. I touch my glass to his, smile, then sit in a chair facing him and kick off my heels. He smiles back as I take a sip but is clearly still uneasy and doesn't know what to say, so it's on me to take the lead. He's paid for my company, but that's not all he's paid for, and he needs putting at ease. I rise again and settle himself in his lap which causes him to blush, but already I can feel an erection pressing against my thigh through several layers of material.

"So I'm all yours for a while, Ross. Thank you for the wine, it's a nice touch. Now what can I do for you in return?"

"Um... this feels pretty good right now."

"I'm glad to hear it. I can sit here for 90 minutes if you like. It's probably not all you'd like though is it? Don't be shy baby, how can I make you feel good?"

"Well we... we could go to bed. I'd like that."

"Me too, baby. You won't shock me, tell me what you like to do in bed. Or should we just kiss for now?"

My services include kissing, so that's what we do. His breath is clean, and he's freshly showered before my arrival, as if preparing for a date, which is usually a good sign. Still there's some hesitancy though, so while our lips are locked I unbutton my jacket, take his free hand and place it over my blouse. He paws gently, uncertainly at the cloth that covers my breast, while I allow myself to stroke his stiffening cock through his trousers. I know he wants me, now I will guide him until he's confident enough to take control of his desires.

"How about I undress for you? How about I take some clothes off so you get a good look at my body?"

A nod is all the signal I need. It's pretty dim in the room, giving the space that seedy air that frequent hotel visitors know so well. Sometimes I lapdance for men, giving them a performance as I peel off my outfit, but Ross doesn't seem like the kind of guy that wants a strip show. So I simply start to take things off, keeping as much eye contact as possible while he watches me remove my jacket, my skirt, and unbutton my blouse. Underneath I am wearing an expensive, lacy black matching set of lingerie, and my hold up stockings. The colour is returning to his face again.

"You're beautiful."

"Thank you baby, and I'm all yours too. How about we get a look at you now? I can help."

He's a little more reassured now, so he stands and allows me to remove his shirt. I kiss and lick at his neck, then unbuckle his trousers and pull them down to his feet. Once he's stepped out there's a very obvious bulge in his boxer shorts, so I slide those off too. Ross doesn't protest as I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it very softly.

"Do you like to be sucked, Ross? Would you like me to put your cock in my mouth while I play with your balls?"

"Take the rest off first."

"Mmm, naughty! Of course."

It's the first request he's made of me - some guys like to give orders from the start - which means he's more relaxed. He's also less shy about catching my gaze now, and stares intently while I uncover my breasts. Then I turn my back and place a foot on the chair to roll down my stockings. This allows me to point my knicker-clad backside towards him slightly, a conscious move to draw his attention. When just my panties are left I face Ross again, and my eyes never leave his as I slide them down to reveal that I'm freshly shaven. He exhales slightly but stands mute so I issue an invitation:

"Bed?"

We kiss lying face to face on top of the covers. After a moment's pause I place his hand on my buttock and murmur as he starts to stroke it and the back of my thigh. I reciprocate, kneading and tickling his bum while his hot, hard cock lies between us, rubbing at my stomach.

I can sense the gentle noises I'm making excite him, so I add some more. As his inhibitions start to fall away he moves his hand to my inner thighs, and I part my legs to give him access. I expect him to place a finger inside me, but instead he softly grazes the softer skin there, which is genuinely arousing. His reward is my warm breath in his ear and an offer for something more intimate.

"I'm naked now if you wanted me to suck your cock?"

"Mmm. That sounds perfect... I love your directness."

"You like to hear me describe what I'm going to do to you?"

"You have no idea."

I give his cock another gentle squeeze.

"Oh I think I do. How do you want it then, Ross? Should I kneel at the end of the bed so I can look up at you while you're in my throat? Do you want to lie back with me between your legs? Something a little more adventurous?"

"Uh... what would that be?"

"Do you like to 69? How about I lower myself over your face while I put your dick into my mouth? I'm yours to play with after all."

I'm being deliberately slutty now. Ross seems to respond to dirty talk and quiet moans, and he's not hired me at top rate to have awkward, stilted sex. I've no idea if he's only passing through or could become a regular, but he feels safe, so if it's the latter then I'm working to give him what he wants, even if he's too timid to tell me outright.

Ross nods his approval so I straddle his body, slowly lowering my crotch towards him so he can enjoy the view of my smooth pussy lips, and just behind it my arsehole. He can choose which he wants, reverse oral and rimming are both on my list. As I begin my own approach to his cock, I rub my nipples over his belly. They're hard now, the power I have is turning me on too, and I hear a gasp behind me as my brown nubs brush against his skin.

When I finally lower my lips to his head, his whole body twitches. I give him a moment to settle, then take him inside. An early client of mine taught me at length how to give the kind of blow jobs that most men want; in porn films it's all pumping and speed, but I suck Ross' cock as deeply and gently as my mouth will allow. My lips are light against his shaft, and my tongue coats him delicately with saliva. There's a series of moans behind me, which tells me that Ross appreciates my skill, that I'm giving him exactly what he wants.

There's a sensation between my legs and I lose concentration for a moment. His tongue is lapping at me hungrily, circling my labia and trying to probe more deeply. I drop my hips further to help him, but instead he moves for a moment so that he's licking my taint, which feels so sensitive that it causes an involuntary gasp. Then he's back to my pussy and now his tongue is inside me and tasting my juices. His technique is a little scattershot but still it feels good, so as I resume my sucking I let out a conspicuous groan.

That's when it happens. Perhaps it's the first taste and aroma of a new cunt, or maybe the vibrations from my mouth around his cock, but suddenly it's all too overwhelming for Ross, and he's pulling away from me, sounding a frustrated 'no!' and attempting to roll to the side. I watch as his cock starts to ejaculate over him, the sheets and my hand. For a few seconds it twitches, and then there's a silence. For once he speaks first:

"Jesus, I'm sorry."

"What's to be sorry for? You must have felt good."

"I did. I do. It happened so fast, I'm sorry."

"Baby, stop apologising. I'm glad you felt good. We've still got plenty of time to make you feel good again."

"I need to shower, clean myself up."

"I can help you with that."

"No, it's OK. Wait here."

He's clearly severely embarrassed. I've no idea if this is a recurring problem for him or if it's caught him unexpectedly, but it's certainly not the first time I've seen this happen. It's not unknown for some guys to cum before they're even fully undressed. But Ross really does have over half his booking time left, so I respect his wish to have a moment, and arrange myself in what I hope is a friendly but seductive manner on the bed.

A short while later he's showered and back in the room. I pat the space next to me and he lies down awkwardly. For a few minutes we make small talk, you learn quickly what sort of questions are inoffensive for new clients - "are you here for work?" is fine, but "are you married?" is definitely out. While we chat I very subtly start to work on him again, a playful touch of the chest, a well-timed laugh or a risque joke. When I eventually casually touch his cock, it immediately begins to harden under my hand; I'm sure he's able to manage another round, and he's already told me that he likes me to be direct.

"Ross, you're very charming but there's still time for you to fuck me if you want."

"I'd like to try."

"Good. How do you want me? What did you fantasise about when you booked me?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"It's what I do. I'm teasing out your desires, so I can help you with them. Tell me how we should screw."

And this is the moment when I know I've done well, that he's no longer afraid to share with me what he wants. He catches me by surprise.

"I'd like to fuck you up the arse."

"OK... That's not what I expected, but you can have it."

"You can say no."

"No, no, it's yours... If you're sure it's what you want. You can fuck my arse. Pass me my bag."

Inside there are condoms and a bottle of lubricant. The bottle isn't usually needed when regular sex is offered, but I'll need it if he's going to penetrate me fully from behind. He watches while I lay them out on a bedside table then turn to him again, where he's sat up on the bed.

"You're a dark horse, Ross... I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve. Here's some lube, finger my backside while I suck you again. I've still got some tricks of my own"

I lie along the bed on my front so my head is in his lap. That means he can easily reach me while I put his erection into my mouth again to get him fully hard. I also lick his balls, running my tongue over them and enjoying the sensation of them getting tighter. If that isn't getting him ready, then maybe it's the thrill he feels of circling my backside with his hand. I feel a generous coating of cool gel being smeared all around my anus, then his middle finger pushes inside me up to his second knuckle and he looks to curl it. It hurts a little, but he's done a good job. I'm back into actress mode, exaggerating the pleasure I feel to encourage him.

I roll the condom onto him, he's now struggling to hide his excitement at what he's been promised. I get onto all fours, look back over my shoulder and giggle while I spread my legs and sway my bum seductively.

"Come on Ross, use me for your raunchy fantasies. Gentle at first, yeah?"

"Oh god. Wow!"

"Excited?"

"Yeah. Um, I've never done this before."

"OK. Well today's your lucky day, let me teach you. Slow to start."

He positions himself right behind me, and I feel his head against my entrance. I enjoy anal sex when it's done right, but there's usually more warning than this. As it is, I relax as much as I can while he increases the pressure, then I feel my body's resistance wilting, and he's a little way inside me. We both stop for a few seconds, adjusting to each other's size, then he's pushing again, and I feel his cock filling my passage, deeper and deeper until he's tight against me. My muscles give an involuntary twitch and he gasps.

"OK Lisa?"

"Yeah... yeah, it's good. You're big."

"You're tight."

"Tell me how it feels."

"It's so tight. It's tighter than any pussy. It feels so dirty."

"All part of the service, baby. I'm ready now. Play with my tits while you fuck my arse."

I want him to cum quickly. Not just because we've only a few minutes left, but also because he really is big inside me. His weight shifts over me, then his hands are cupping my breasts as he starts to thrust. The lube is working, but still it's a really tight fit, bordering on painful, so I edge him towards climax with a stream of filth designed to carry him over the edge.

"Fuck my arse baby, fuck my ass! Stick your cock in my tight hole, fuck it until you cum. Let me feel you baby, grab my tits while you fuck my ass!"

Hardly my most creative words, but they do what's needed. There's a grunt, then I let out a cry as I feel him pulsing inside me, and he's shooting his semen into the condom. He pulls me tight to him until the sensations subside, when he releases I feel his sweat upon my back.

There's little opportunity to cuddle and chat. Ross is a nice guy, but his appointment is up, and I've got another one to prepare for across town. I dress quickly, peck him on the cheek, and then I'm off down the still empty corridor without a backwards glance. I've got a feeling he'll be booking me again.