I really wasn't looking forward to another night in the hotel, but the client, a large engineering company in the North East of England had insisted I stayed another day. In fairness, the new production facility that I had commissioned a few weeks earlier had been problematic. The problem with cutting edge technology, mainly Robotics, is one small issue can cause several problems and be a general pain in the arse. Unlocking the car, I settled into the comfortable, leather clad seat and started the engine. It had been a bitterly cold day and the screen was completely iced, turning the climate to max, activated the front and rear heated screens, I ran through the events of the day as I waited for the engine to warm and screens to clear.
Traffic was light as I headed north, thinking about the hotel, another tasteless, bland meal in their restaurant wasn't very appealing. Deciding to try something different, I Continued towards the city centre as I sang along to the Rolling Stones, "Brown Sugar." As the dual carriage way ended, I parked in a small layby and switched the info screen to map. Although the car was a couple of months old, I had only ever entered a post code into the sat nav and the radio was constantly on radio 2. Using the search menu, I entered "Restaurant." In seconds a split screen was displayed, on the left a list on the right a map showing locations. Deciding on KFC, I touched the screen to show the route and soon arrived at the restaurant, opting for the drive through.
The car park was completely rammed, so I parked a hundred yards away and thoroughly enjoyed my meal. As I drained the coffee cup a knock on the window made me jump. Winding the window down I was surprised to see a young woman.
"Any business tonight, got a special on, 20 quid." she said, in a bored sounding tone.
"Business?" I asked.
"Yeah, £20 for a fuck in the car, 25 quid if you want oral, 30 quid if you want bareback suck and fuck." she replied.
I had never been propositioned before and the young girl's bluntness surprised and aroused me. My mind was a whirl as I dumbly nodded my agreement, getting in, she directed me to a small industrial estate. It had been a while since I had, had sex, by the time I parked, my cock was painfully hard as it tented my trousers. Shoving my £25 quid into her pocket she told me to "recline my seat" undoing my trousers she released my cock. Taking my length in her warm mouth, her tongue expertly flicking around my sensitive bell end, I knew I wouldn't last long.
"Oh god, please don't stop." I said, as I my cock swelled and balls tightened, in just a few seconds I shot a heavy load into her mouth.
Reaching up to turn the interior light on, she fumbled in her bag to wipe her mouth and reapply some lipstick. As I slowly recovered, I zipped myself up and returned my seat to the upright position.
"That was amazing, thank you," I said.
"Glad you enjoyed it, take me back to the corner." She laughed softly as she put her lipstick and tissue back in her bag. Her smile was electric, although I knew she was laughing at my inadequacy, I was deeply attracted to her.
"How much for the night?" I blurted out before I had fully thought about it.
"The whole night?" She asked, her bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Yes, in my hotel, I will drop you back here at 10am."
"Do you want kissing, 69, positions etc?" she asked
"Yes, would like to pretend you are my girlfriend for a few hours, my name is Mike," I replied meekly.
As I stopped the car on the corner, she was still thinking.
"Ok, it will be £150 and breakfast in the morning, wait here I need to get my bag." giggling, she got out of the car and walked towards a late model Mercedes.
As I watched she retrieved a large holdall from the boot, putting the bag in my boot, she asked.
"Have you finished with this newspaper?" She asked, holding up yesterday's Guardian.
Nodding in agreement, I watched as she ran towards the Mercedes, threw the filler cap away and shoved the newspaper into the fuel filler pipe. Tying several pages together, she lit the end and ran towards my car.
"Go go go" she screamed."
I was so shocked and surprised; I just floored the accelerator. The speed and power of the V8 supercharged Range Rover amazed me. Fleet had ordered a diesel version, I had been upgraded to the Vogue SE, when I was voted engineer of the year. The fuel consumption was ridiculous for a car doing over 30,000 miles a year, but I loved it, quiet, powerful, very comfortable and I didn't pay for petrol.
Before we had reached the end of the road, the flames reached the petrol fumes, the once shiny Mercedes was instantly engulfed in flames.
"What the hell, why?" I asked as I wrestled the big car around a sharp bend.
"I might tell you all about it later, there's a fuel station on the left with a cash machine. You can get my money a mars bar and a large fruit and nut chocolate bar, bloody starving. By the way, my name is Laura," she grinned.
Getting back to the car, I gave the girl her money and chocolate. I hadn't expected to be here all day, so I had checked out of my hotel this morning. Entering Hotels into the sat nav, I chose a 4* city centre hotel that was only 1.7 miles away, I checked in and booked a room online. Entering the underground car park, I punched in the code, given on the confirmation email into the keypad and found an empty parking space.
Taking the lift to the 12th floor we found room 1221. Dumping my bag on the floor I tried to pull Laura onto the bed, wriggling free of me she laughed and said:
"Down tiger, I need to get out of these slutty street clothes and get a shower, I promise I will be worth the wait!"
Shrugging, I laid back on the bed and watched as she wiggled her pert arse seductively, turning and grinning at me over her shoulder she disappeared into the bathroom. Hearing the lock on the bathroom door slide into place, I plumped the pillows up and switched the Tv on.
About 45 minutes later, Laura strolled back into the room, her appearance took my breath away and disappointed me. I had been expecting her to be nude, or scantily dressed, ready to join me on the bed and take care of my painfully hard cock. She was wearing a pale blue skirt with a white blouse; her legs were bare, patent leather shoes with 3" heels completed the outfit. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she said."
"Well, you said you wanted a girlfriend for the night, I bet they have a great restaurant here, we can go Dutch, right?" She asked.
In a Daze I pulled my suit jacket on, adjusted my achingly hard cock and followed her to the lift. Pressing the call button Laura turned to me and straightened my tie, tracing the outline of my cock with the tips of her fingers she reached up and kissed me. The kiss was hard and urgent, full of promise. As she pulled away from me, I saw a tear drop from her cheek, before I had time to ask "what was the matter," the doors slid open to a crowded lift. As we left the lift, Laura fumbled for my hand and held on tight as we walked to the restaurant.
As we were shown to our table, I was starting to wonder why I had allowed a street whore into my hotel and then lead me to a restaurant when I wasn't hungry. A voice in my head was saying.
"What the fuck are you doing, all you wanted was a shag, tell her that's all you want. Conversation is cheap, talk to her once you have dumped your load deep inside her! What a muppet you are, why did you pay her before you had sampled the merchandise."
Looking at her busily reading the menu, the words just wouldn't come as she looked at me with her large slightly moist, large blue eyes. Her perfectly made-up face was framed by curly ash blond hair, for the 1st time, I realised that she was much more than a dirty street whore, possibly the prettiest woman I had ever met. Deciding to wait until she was ready to tell me how she had ended up on the street and firebombed an expensive Mercedes, we enjoyed a superb meal and great conversation.
Finishing our meal and draining the last of our wine, the waiter presented the bill to me in a leather wallet. Reaching across the table Laura grabbed the bill, glanced at it and put 7 £10 notes on top of it.
"That was a superb meal, thank you." she said.
Waving away the waiters attempt to give 1 of the notes back to her, she reached for my hand, grinning like teenagers we rode the lift back to the room. By the time the doors opened on the 12th floor, we were kissing and caressing each other, struggling to open the door, we fell into the room. Kicking the door shut with her foot, Laura's hand dragged my cock free, pushing me back to the floor she straddled my hips. Reaching between her legs she pulled her panties to the side and impaled herself on my rock-hard cock, grunting loudly as I slid balls deep into the silky soft wetness of her pussy.
She was absolutely soaking the scent of her nectar filled my senses as she lifted and then forced herself down. Her Pubes crashing into mine, satisfied she had my entire 7" inside her, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine as she slowly moved up and down my shaft. It was obvious, that neither of us were going to last very long, after the 3rd or 4th long slow stroke she groaned into my mouth as her pussy gripped and rippled along the length of my cock. Suddenly she reared up and squealed as her body shook, her pussy gripping my cock tightly. Bucking my hips, I forced my length deeper inside her as I shot rope after rope of hot spunk deep inside her spasming body.
It took several minutes for us to recover, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Moving to the bed, I felt my cock starting to harden and moved my head between her thighs. Savouring her scent as I viewed the curly dark blonde pubes of her mons slicked back by her wetness and my spunk. I was disappointed as she gently pulled my head back.
