Bend Over Jessica

Camilla was sipping a champagne cocktail in the bar of the hotel. Idly, she eyed the other guests, checking out the businessmen, the tourists – and the other call-girl. This one was sat at the bar and was so obvious, in a tight fuchsia body-con dress and peroxide hair, that she might as well have had a flashing neon sign on her head.

Camilla, sitting quietly with a history book, elegant in a green pencil skirt and black blouse, seamed stockings and black heels was a total contrast. In her case, it didn’t pay to advertise. She was matched to clients; she didn’t need to tout for them. Underneath her elegant outfit, she was wearing a very racy paid of La Perla silk knickers and a matching push-up bra. In her handbag, she had condoms, lubricant, toys and tiny restraints. On the outside, she was a lady.

But really, she was a whore.

Her phone buzzed.

‘Hi Camilla. Graham here. I’m in room 426. Come upstairs, let yourself in and bend over the end of the bed. Don’t take too long. Graham.’

Camilla finished her drink, charged it to the room number and made her way to the lifts. It was an ‘overnighter’ this time, but it looked like her new client, Graham, didn’t want to hang around. She smiled. It was Friday and he’d probably had a stressful week at work.

She found 426 easily enough, and pushed at the door, which was slightly ajar, then closed it quietly behind her. The inside of the suite was airy and cool, lights low. Her client was sitting on the sofa, sipping his drink. She flashed him a smile, dropped her handbag onto the coffee table and strolled confidently past him towards the huge bed and sliding a couple of the pillows under her hips, bent over them and waited.

Silence. It stretched. She wondered what he was waiting for.

Suddenly he was behind her, slowly sliding her skirt up and over her hips. When her bottom was exposed, he stroked the silk knickers, patting and straightening them so they lay neatly over her bottom cheeks.

There was a series of electronic beeps and Camilla smiled slightly. Photos as well? Well, she didn’t mind the odd one of her bottom, but if he wanted anything else, it wasn’t going to happen. You never knew where those ended up.

She heard him pull up a chair so he was sitting by her bottom and his hand slid between her thighs, spreading her legs. He stroked the gusset of her knickers. Camilla was already wet and whimpered a little as he teased her clit through the silk.

“You took a long time to obey my text Camilla. That was naughty, wasn’t it?” he whispered.

“Yes” she said quietly. The first stroke of the paddle, whilst not taking her entirely by surprise, was harsh and stung her naked flesh. Quickly and moving with confidence, he set up a rhythm, paddling the entire expanse of her bottom, over her knickers and on the bare skin that they didn’t cover until Camilla was gasping and wriggling. Then he stopped and went back to his maddeningly exciting stroking.

“My, you really are exquisite.” he said admiringly.

This time his fingers trailed under the gusset of her knickers, sliding between her labia lips, briefly slipping a single finger into her moist sex.

“Let’s try another strap shall we? I like the way your arse goes red.” he said.

This time the strap, although smaller, was a lot stingier. Quite quickly, Camilla was jerking her bottom away from it and she felt his hand in the small of her back, forcing her to remain still whilst he punished her vulnerable bottom. Then he resumed stroking her, alternating his fondling with strokes of the strap as Camilla felt a curl of excitement run through her. She was enjoying this now.

Graham stopped and there was a second series of electronic beeps. Then she heard his belt being undone, his zip going down and the distinct rustle of a condom packet and then, Graham was behind her and without further ado, pulled aside the gusset of her knickers and thrust himself into her hard and fast. Camilla was ready for him and thrust back with pleasure, revelling in the sensation of his hips thrusting against hers, against her red bottom. Graham was now only interested in his own pleasure and he drove himself vigorously and rapidly towards orgasm and it wasn’t long before she felt him orgasm strongly, thrusting against her, gripping her breasts through her bra, emptying his lust inside her.

He withdrew.

She didn’t move. He went to the bathroom and she heard water running. Then he was back behind her.

“Pull your skirt down. I think I’ve got an appetite for dinner now – have you?” he smiled.

Camilla stood, rearranged herself and smiled back. “That would be nice.” she said demurely.

He waited whilst she brushed her hair and re-applied her lipstick, and then courteously opened the door of the suite for her.

Once again, it was a gentleman escorting a lady to dinner.

But later on, again, it would be the gentleman fucking his whore.