I have a very ordinary fantasy. One in which myself and gentleman friend of mine (Bill) meet in an expensive hotel bar. When he arrives I am already sitting at the bar with a glass of wine to calm my nerves and he speaks to me as a complete stranger. The bartender looks at me as though I’m obviously an escort who Bill is hiring just for the afternoon. We are both in our work clothes so as not to arouse suspicion from our respective spouses. This works well for him as a middle aged man he has an office job and wears a suit. I on the other hand, still have on my nurses uniform, which is more difficult to disguise. So I have my coat zipped up tight in the middle of August and feel very conspicuous. In front of the bartender Bill leans over and unzips my coat and says confidently, “nice uniform, very authentic, it even has a zip too!” He quickly pulls at the zip and slides it down about halfway revealing my lacy bra and rather ample cleavage. I blush furiously, grabbing at my zip whilst the young barman smirks as he gets an eyeful. “No need to be shy” says Bill, “just making sure I’m getting my moneys worth! Drink up” he says “I’ll just check my reservation and we can be on our way!” As he walks to the reception, the still grinning barman touches my hand and says smugly “if you finish up early…?” I glare at him leaving him under no illusions as to what I think of his suggestion. He walks away huffily and mumbles “fucking old mans whore!” Not loud enough for anyone but me to hear. I am starting to think this is a really bad idea when Bill breezily walks up grabs my hand and says ‘Come on then, our room’s ready!’ He is very excited, and has been for weeks, about this proposition we conjured up a few weeks ago in a moment of madness when we were both bemoaning our dull and almost non-existent love lives. Both of us were looking for a bit of uncomplicated excitement. In his mind he needed a hooker type transaction, cash for services provided. That was not being unfaithful. As for me, I needed the freedom of being made to do something. So whatever happened wasn’t a choice. Suddenly it feels very complicated as he drags me to the lifts. As we get to the room he pauses as he notices the uncertainty spread across my face. He unlocks the door and tells me in no uncertain terms ‘I’ve paid good money for this, don’t back out now!’ I feel guilty knowing what its cost him financially and emotionally. Neither of us are serial adulterers we’ve both always been faithful. For one moment I worry what we’re doing to our partners but excited at the thought of being ‘bought’ for the afternoon. A tingle of anticipation and badness overtakes me as I say to him, ‘What do you expect for your money then? He ushers me into the room and breathes softly into my neck “Everything.” “I’ll see what I can do then” I reply. “Hopefully you’ll do more than see; you’ll do as you’re told. I am anticipating a high quality service from you, where the customer is always right...” With that he takes £100 out of his pocket flings it toward me and says, “You can have the rest when I’m satisfied, start by getting out of that coat.” With a shake my coat slides to the floor and he looks approvingly at the uniform. Tugging slowly on the zip I slowly reveal several inches of lace clad flesh which Bill immediately nuzzles into. I grasp his hair and bury his head it in my full breasts. He like a child in a playground wants to explore more, pushing my uniform down over my shoulders. Sliding his large hands over the fabric of my bra and squeezing my tingling breasts, I gasp. My nipples already hard with excitement seem to take this as command to sit bolt upright and beg for attention. The attention they crave isn’t long in coming, as Bill pushes up my bra and proceeds to gently bite me all over. Licking and caressing my skin with the deft touch of an experienced man. As he runs his tongue up and down my pale skin, flicking my nipples I am already getting close as Bill shoves me roughly, backwards onto the bed. “Lie down!” he barks I love a man who knows how to take what he wants. The anticipation is killing me so much that I reach out my hand toward Bill’s bulging crotch to let him share in the fun. Bill slaps me down and says “not yet, I’m not finished with you, you’ve still got to do as your told.” With that he pulls me out of my trousers: I am just about to remove my knickers when he grasps my hand and slides it down the front of my now very damp panties. Using my hand he continues to rub my mound slowly at first and then more firmly. Pausing his movement he says to me “you carry on, perform for me! I’ll watch.” and lounges back in his chair. I am a bit taken aback; I tell him I’ve never actually done this with someone looking. “My money my choice” he repeats. Reluctantly at first, I slide two fingers either side of my man in a boat, and use the wetness to tease and coax him out. It helps when I notice Bill obviously enjoying the show, has taken himself in hand and is massaging his cock in a controlled, deliberate manner. Beads of sweat start to form on my forehead as my excitement builds, I insert one digit then a second but they’re no replacement for the real thing. I call to Bill because all I want him to do at this moment is fuck the arse off me. I realise I’m not gonna get my wish when he says “Maybe when I’ve seen you cum.” “I don’t know if I can with you watching” I explain meekly. “Look, you agreed to be my whore for the afternoon, fucking well do as you’re told!” This hard faced approach tips me over the edge as my hips start to buck and my body convulses and I literally beg him to fuck me. ‘No!’ he still refuses and drags my still trembling body off the bed toward the en-suite shower. “Clean yourself up! I’ll think about it then.” I turn on the shower and the hot water cascades down on my body and refreshs my mind. As I soap myself the bubbles cover my body and I notice how smooth and tingly my skin feels and try to make sense of what has just occurred. At that moment the shower door opens and Bill walks in. “You can wet this too!” With that he thrusts his swollen cock toward me. I get the soap and start to lather him up. He stops me and yells “Not like that! If you’re gonna do it do it properly! He grabs my wet hair and with that I slip back backwards in the shower and end up sitting on me arse on the bottom. “Now your getting the idea.” He says softly, “perfect height!” Taking my head in both hands he guides me toward his cock with a determination that I didn’t know he had. Within a second my face is impaled on his hard prick and he is face-fucking me; ferociously banging me off the back of the shower cubicle. The shower is still running and I am starting to choke with the depth and speed of his thrusting and the water that’s also running off him. I grab his hips, pull him backwards and complain “I’m drowning!!” His reply? “You soon will you cock sucking whore!!” With that he clamps his hands more firmly round the back of my head so I have no choice but continue sucking, and moments later to swallow as he explodes in my mouth. After I have sucked him dry we return to the bedroom I sit on the bed and Bill picks up his trousers. I tell him how much I’ve enjoyed it. “Don’t bother getting dressed” he says “We’ve got this room till tomorrow if necessary” and out of his trouser pocket he take a little blue pill and another £100.