ANNA JAYE WILDE

Personal Service

 

18/03/16

 

I tried to hold myself back from yawning. It was getting close to the end of my shift and I was shattered, working on reception in one of the most exclusive hotels in the area was exhausting. Honestly, I lost count of the amount of men that thought it acceptable to stare at my breasts while I checked them out or directed them to their rooms. Although that bit was partly my fault, I did have big boobs and often wore my blouse with one too many buttons undone. Hell, if you’ve got it flaunt it, a girl’s got to have some fun!

 

There was a massive sporting event going on this weekend and the hotel was fully booked, I had hardly had time to breathe but there seemed to be a lull so I made a quick coffee and took a break in the back office. Then, within moments, the fucking bell on the desk rang.

 

“Anyone here?”

 

“Just a moment!” Smiley face back on for the guests, Kate, smiley face. Fuckers. I had hardly had a second to myself all day. Smoothing down my skirt and plastering a wide pretend smile I stepped out of the office. And then, my smile wasn’t fake anymore. It was completely genuine because the man at the desk was stunning.

 

Tall and wearing a business suit and jacket, his tie was missing and his shirt crumpled like he had had a long day too. An expensive silver watch peeked out of his sleeve as he ran his hands through his sift brown hair. Almond eyes and long dark lashes, masculine cheekbones and full lips, he could drag me from my office anytime. Fuck, he could drag me wherever the hell he wanted, I would go willingly.

 

“I’m so sorry, Kate.” His eyes flashed over my name badge and if I didn’t know better, he also sneaked a glance at my tits. At least I hope he did. I visualised him sucking my nipples before bending me over this reception desk and taking me roughly from behind. How would I explain the mess to housekeeping? Focus, Kate. Be professional.

 

“Don’t apologise, Sir, I’m here to help.” Did he get the subtle innuendo in my voice? “What can I do for you?” I was practically drooling and I wondered if he knew how wet my lace panties were.

 

“I’m booked in for tonight, Steve Carter.” The delicious Steve Carter handed me his credit card and flashed a smile so bright it could probably power the whole street.

 

“Busy day?”

 

“You could say that, I’m just looking forward to a hot bath and a warm bed.” I swear he looked at my cleavage again when he said ‘warm bed’.

 

“The beds are very comfortable, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful night, Mr Carter.”

 

“I’m sure I will! And it’s Steve, please.”

 

I handed Steve his card and paperwork and looked around for a bellboy. Nobody in sight. I should have known, the big game was on now, that’s why reception was so quiet. Oh well, as a professional I should probably help Steve carry his bags, shouldn’t I? And Mike the concierge could keep an eye on the desk for me.

 

“I get the personal service, do I?”

 

“Anything you want, Sir, you only have to ask.”

 

I deliberately turned away and bent over slowly as I picked up his bag. I turned back to see his gaze following my ass. Good. Job done.

 

“Really? Now that’s interesting.”

 

We walked to the lift and my mind pushed back ideas of Steve Carter lifting my skirt, ripping away my panties and fucking me to a mind blowing orgasm all in the time it took the lift to climb five floors. Kate, you are a filthy slut.

 

“You’re very pretty, Kate. And you have a beautiful body. I hope you don’t mind me saying.”

 

“No, I don’t mind!” Fuck! Not at all! Carry on.

 

“You’re just what a man needs after a long day at work. I don’t suppose you fancy a nightcap, do you?” Oh hell yes. Screw the reception desk. I need to be fucked.

 

I followed sexy Steve into his room and with one knowing look, chaos ensued. You know when people hardly shut the door before ripping off each other’s clothes? It was like that. The sexual tension exploded and Steve pushed his bags into the room, lifted my pencil skirt to my waist and picked me up by my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Holy shit, he doesn’t mess about.

 

His hard cock was grinding against my pussy and he kissed me like a man possessed, his perfect lips teasing mine and nibbling across my jaw, earlobe and down my neck, almost making me come. Then he pulled back and for an awful moment I thought he had changed his mind.

“Sorry, I didn’t think this through properly.”

 

Shit. He wasn’t about to stop, surely? But thankfully no.

 

“I can’t fuck you with my trousers on, can I?”

 

That cheeky smile was back and my heart repositioned itself in my chest. “Take off your panties, Kate.” No need to ask as I pulled them off while he removed his trousers and he picked me back up to resume our previous position, only now with skin to skin and nothing stopping that perfect hard dick from sliding right into me. Heaven.

 

“Jesus, Kate, you are so wet for me,” Steve looked down and his dick teased me, firm and ready and pressing at my pussy. Then in one smooth move, his cock slipped inside me, parting my wet folds and stretching me inside. I trembled as he filled me and he looked me in the eye.

 

“Okay?”

 

“Damn yes, keep going!”

 

Steve tightened his grip around my waist and fucked me over and over, harder and harder up against the wall in his hotel room. We hadn’t even made it to the bed and I was loving this raw, almost primal way he was fucking me, like he had to have me, right now. And I certainly had to have him too. We were still half dressed so there was no nipple sucking sadly but if I’m honest, I was totally lost in his dick, thumping into me hard and fast and making me so fucking wet. I had never been fucked like this and it was awesome. Who would have thought the polite man in the smart suit was such a dirty fucker?

 

“Jesus, Steve, I’m going to come…” My pussy clamped around his dick and I came with wave after wave of ecstasy, perfect ripples of delight flooding my body.

 

“Hold on, I’m ready…”

Steve’s cock burst its banks inside me and hot rivers of juice warmed me deep inside as he came, tiny beads of sweat on his perfectly formed brows. He held himself in me as we peaked and I was thankful for his strong arms that were pretty much the only thing keeping me from crashing to the ground. Oh, and his big cock inside me of course, I wasn’t about to fall with that holding me up.

 

“Shit, Kate. That’s some good service you provide here!” He laughed and winked at me then carefully lifted me down and sat me on the bed.

 

“It’s not on my job description, I grant you! I don’t know what came over me!”

 

“Well, Kate, that would be me…”

 

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