Hi again, everyone, and sorry for the time it’s taken to get this instalment out. Heavy workload and a hectic social life has meant we’ve been a little occupied, so thank you for your patience, especially to all of you who have been in touch with Sidz asking when they’d be able to read more about her slutty life.

I won’t waste any more time and will get straight into the story. For those who haven't read the previous instalments you can go to our profile and see them there.

So, you’ll remember that we were out of town for a business meeting with a very important client. The meeting was scheduled for our second day in town, at his office in a swanky part of the city. I took Sidz with me and it was clear, straightaway, that she had made an impression on the client. He had found it difficult to keep his eyes off her and had, when we spoke alone, asked me how I had managed to find such a sexy ‘secretary’ and even managed to get her, a single Pakistani girl, to travel alone with me – a fact that was virtually unheard of in this Islamic Republic.

She had not been shy during the meeting either, and had shamelessly flirted with him and had been flirted with in return. He was clearly interested in her, but I had partied with him in Lahore several times and also in the UK and had noticed that even when drunk, he had never shown any interest in the women who had made advances towards him. He had told me he always tried (mostly successfully, he said) to be faithful to his wife – a fact I had already told Sidz about. This information hadn’t stopped my slutty office manager from trying her luck, however, and she saw an opening in his “mostly successfully” caveat. I knew it was all just some harmless fun. He was simply enjoying the attention, while I was enjoying seeing her be a cock tease as usual. For her part, I think she was enjoying the challenge.

After our meeting, slightly disappointed at not having seduced my client, Sidz said she was going to get in touch with someone she knew in the city to see if he was free to meet for coffee or ‘something else’. This turned out to be a guy with whom I had worked on a project in Lahore and with whom, unbeknownst to me, she had hit it off and exchanged numbers. I was beyond being surprised at her ability to seduce men, so I didn’t even ask her when, during her brief interaction with him, she had managed to get his contact details. I simply asked her what she intended. She answered by dialling his number and placing the call on loudspeaker. I was privvy to the following exchange:

Her: Hi it’s Sidz. We met in Lahore, remember? You said I should call you if I’m ever in town and, well, here I am.

Him: Hey, good to hear from you. Of course I remember you. You were the most memorable part of my visit (Sweet-talking bastard!) Let’s meet. Where are you staying? I can pick you up and we can go out to a new restaurant that’s opened in town.

Her: I’m staying at the X, but was thinking we could order room service in my room.

Him: (Silence as he digested what this might mean)

Her: Or we could forget room service and you could just eat me.

Him: Um… you mean… um… seriously?…

Her: Be here by 8 and find out how serious I am.

She gave him my room number and, before he could respond, hung up with the confidence of a woman who knows that no right-minded heterosexual man would pass up what she was offering.

She had it all planned, telling me that she wanted me to leave the two of them alone so she could fuck him and then tell me all about it afterwards. She instructed me to sit in the lobby imagining what she was doing and would call me when she had finished with him(!)

This was a sexy novelty for me so I was perfectly game. Just the thought of it was getting me horny again. She saw how visibly aroused I was at the thought of what she had planned and started teasing me; kissing me and rubbing my cock, telling me how she was going to ride this guy’s dick in ‘our’ bed. She elaborated on how she was going to suck him and make him cum in her mouth. Then she said she was going to ride his cock and make him fill her with his hot sticky spunk.

“Would you like that?” she asked. I could only mumble in the affirmative as she continued to rub my hard cock.

But rubbing was all she did.

I was only allowed to fuck her, she said, after she had been filled with his cum. I was so horny thinking about it, wondering how I would manage to look casual sitting in the lobby while she was upstairs being rogered by yet another of her conquests.

By 7.45 she was ready. And by ready, I mean she had showered and slipped on a a pair of red high heels. That was it! Not a stitch more and not a stitch less. I asked her if this was how she was going to greet him?

“Why waste time putting on clothes,” she responded. “I want to get fucked, and I don’t need clothes for that.”

I certainly couldn’t fault that logic. She then ushered me towards the door, gave me a long, lingering wet kiss and instructed me to imagine her being used while I was drinking my coffee downstairs. I gave her tits a quick squeeze and made my way to the elevator as I heard the door shut behind me. I got to the lobby and found a seat with a perfect view of the revolving doors, but obscured enough that anyone entering wouldn’t be able to see me.

Only a few minutes had passed when our randy romeo entered, carrying a bouquet of flowers (nice touch!) and navigated the security checkpost before walking just a few feet past where I was sitting. Truth be told, I could have been standing right in front of him and he probably wouldn’t have recognised me, so intent was he on getting to the elevator and up to my room.

My mind went into overdrive. I figured it would take him around 3 minutes to get to the room. He would knock and the door would be answered by a naked Lahori whore who would pull him inside and proceed to ravish him without so much as a how d’ye do!

Time passed slowly as any of you who have been in similar situations will know only too well. I tried to read the book I had had the foresight to bring down with me, but I have no idea what I read. My mind was fully occupied by thoughts of Sidz being fucked upstairs and how I was going to reclaim her once she’d had her cunt filled by another man.

Just under two hours after he had entered the hotel, Sidz’ latest fuck appeared from the elevator, his clothes less pristine than when he had entered, his hair a little messier and his gait a little less steady. Before he had even reached the exit my phone pinged with the message: “Next please.”

I needed no further instruction and, in my eagerness to hear what this randy slut had been up to, almost fell as I bolted for the elevator.

I used my key card to enter and was met with the sight of a bed that had obviously seen a lot of action. The sheets were crumpled, the duvet was on the floor, and the pillows were strewn across the room as if they had been tossed aside to make room for the variety of positions in which they had been fucking. The flowers were tossed casually on the armchair,  silent witnesses to whatever debauchery had taken place in this room just moments ago.

Sidz appeared out of the bathroom still only in her high heeled shoes and nothing else. The main difference in her appearance between when I had left the room and my return, were the purple bruises on her perky brown tits - evidence of how roughly she had been fucked. She followed my eyes to the lovebites on her tits and smiled at me. She then sexily turned around and I saw huge red handprints on her arse which were further evidence of how much of a slut she had been for this guy. In her hair I could still see strands of his cum which she later told me she had been careful not to dislodge so that I could see how much of a cumslut she had been.

She picked up a pillow and put it under her head, as she lay on the bed that had been the stage for yet another of her slutty sexcapades. She told me to take off my clothes and beckoned me on to the bed next to her, where she started running her fingers across my chest and down to my crotch – slowly, tantalisingly stroking my already hard cock.

“What do you want to know?” she began.

“Every detail from the minute you opened the door” I said.

“Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting me to be unwrapped,’ she giggled. “I asked him if he liked what he saw as I opened the door further to let him in. He just nodded, so I kissed him, sucking on his lips, and told him he was welcome to inspect me further if he wasn’t sure. Then I got on the bed and opened my legs and started fingering my cunt; opening my lips for him to see what I was offering him.”

My cock, by now was throbbing and I could see she was enjoying the effect her words were having on me.

“He was so caught up in the sight of me fingering my pussy that he didn’t even move to take off his clothes,” she continued. “So, I went forward, got on my knees at the end of the bed, opened his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was a nice thick one and I started stroking it like this,” and she proceeded to stroke my cock the way she had with his.

“Then I put it in my mouth and started sucking, loving the taste of his precum. I wanted more of it and started squeezing as much as I could out of his cock, making him even harder until he was standing in front of me, fully erect. I thought he was going to cum straightaway so I stopped and ordered him to strip naked and lick my cunt. He quickly buried his head between my legs, sucking me so expertly that I couldn’t stop myself from cumming almost straightaway, as he teased my clit with his mouth. I held his head between my legs and just orgasmed into his face.”

I was beyond horny now. She was gently rubbing the tip of my cock and teasing out my precum which she then sucked off her fingers, as if punctuating her words with this slutty display.

She continued: “Then I lay back and pulled him up so he was lying on top of me. He started sucking my tits, biting my nipples and I could feel his hard cock trying to penetrate my wet cunt. I told him I wanted him to leave marks on me, so he bit me and sucked my tits until I could see bruises starting to appear.”

With this, she shoved her tits in my face to show me, closeup, what he had done to her.

“I felt his cock pressing against my cunt and suddenly he was inside me. But no sooner had he entered me, his body started to jerk and before I knew what was happening, I could feel his hot cum gushing inside me.”

Now most women I know would be disappointed that a man came so quickly, but not my slut. She took it as the highest compliment that her lover was so turned on by her that he was unable to control his orgasm for even a few decent thrusts.

He was embarrassed, she said, but she reassured him in her own inimitable style that she didn’t mind, by opening her legs in front of him as his cum oozed out of her pussy. She told me how she looked him in the eyes and scooped up his sticky spunk, mixed with her own juices, and rubbed some on her tits and licked the rest off her fingers. She told me that she could see his cock already begin to twitch back into life so gave it a helping hand – well, a helping mouth, actually, as she sucked it back to life for round two. After around 15 minutes of foreplay (Ah, for the regenerative powers of youth!) he was hard enough to start fucking her again. This time, he bent her over and started to fuck her doggy style, his hips slapping against her arse as he thrust harder and harder into her. She said he started spanking her arse and she squealed with pleasure – something that made him spank her even harder and fuck her even deeper. Then, she climbed on top of him and rode his cock while he squeezed her tits hard. He sat up to suck her nipples and deliver more bites to the fleshy part of her breasts. This sent her into her second orgasm followed, not long after, by his own.

She stayed on top of him, she said, as his cum oozed out of her cunt again, this time on to his cock and balls. Then she dismounted and licked his shaft and down his crotch, lapping up every last drop of his spunk.

My cock was now throbbing painfully as I imagined the sight of her being such a dirty little whore for yet another man. As I was imagining this, she kissed me and I could really taste the difference in her kiss. This was the same mouth that had been covered in another man’s spunk and I was amazed at how turned on I was by the taste of her lips.

She told me that after that they talked for a while until she realised it was time for him to leave. But, she said, she had one last parting gift for him:

“As he was getting up to get dressed, I pushed him back on to the bed and climbed onto his face. He grabbed my arse and started squeezing it and putting his finger inside my arsehole, spanking me again with his free hand. I bent forward and, in that position I was able to get all of his cock into my mouth until I was gagging on it. He continued to spank me harder and harder. I was grinding his face with my cunt, and I wanted this to last so that we could cum together, but knew that if this continued I’d cum before he did. With that thought, I lifted my arse slightly so that he could no longer lick my clit and make me cum before I was ready, but he just pulled me back down and teased my clit so tantalisingly that I almost forgot about sucking his cock. He began thrusting it upwards into my mouth almost as if he was reminding me that I was his slut tonight and to not forget my whore duties! I was so close to cumming as he thrust his cock in my mouth and his tongue in my pussy. Thank God, after a few minutes I could feel his balls contract and knew he was about to release yet another load, so I took his cock out of my mouth, stroked his balls and started wanking him while grinding his face at the same time. Suddenly, another hot jet of spunk spurted out of him, onto my face and in my hair. I could feel his cum dripping down my chin and I just let go completely, cumming over his face as I screamed in ecstasy.”

I was beside myself now with lust and kissed her on the same mouth that had so recently been around another man’s cock and covered in his hot, sticky spunk. She pushed me down and in one practiced motion hooked her leg over my face and straddled me. Leaning forward, she put her lips around my cock and started grinding her cum-filled, well-used cunt on my face. Within seconds I could feel the rhythm of her grinding increasing and knew she was about to have her fourth orgasm of the night. I was no better at controlling my orgasm than her recently departed fuckboy and shot jets of cum into her mouth and watched it dribble back out onto my cock as she loudly came on my face. After licking up all the spunk from my shaft and balls, she slowly got up and kissed me on my mouth – the taste of her lips even more pronounced now that there were two loads of cum adorning them.

As she moved to the bathroom, her heels clacking on the hard floor, she turned and said, “I hope you don’t think that’s it for the night. When I get back I want that cock in me again.”

I gulped, knowing that this was going to be a long, pleasure filled night, before she continued: “ Or should I call another friend to come and play?”