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HIGH CLASS WHORE FINALEA few nights after I last saw Clarice a uniformed chauffeur approached me while I was in the rear offfice at the West End Hotel I worked security at. I then recognised him as Clarice, chauffeur. “Excuse me Officer, but are you Joe Carter?” he asked. “That,s me. What can I do for you?” “ Mrs Taylor, Clarice wants you to ring her on this number between 10 am and 7pm any week day, Sir. “ he handed me a note written in a neat hand that included a telephone number. “Thank You Er….” John, Sir. I,m John. Take Care, Sir.” He turned and walked quickly away. The number was obviously a London one by the code. A few days later I worked up the courage to ring her and she answered on the third ring. “Hi Joe. How are you?” “All the better now I,m speaking to you, Clarice.” “Okay. When do you next have some time off?” This Thursday and Friday.” “Thursday it,ll have to be then as I must accompany Cecil to Aberdeen all this weekend as the dutiful wife. Meet me outside Claridges as I,ll book a room for us there at 9 pm. Got that Joe?” “Outside Claridges Hotel at 9pm, got it!” “See you then Joe.” she hung up. Next I rang up my control room and spoke to a colleague who owed me a big favour to say I was on a special job if Sarah tried to contact me Thursday night and you have to wait till I ring in till you can pass any messages. I doubted she,d do so, but you never know! Then when Sarah got home from work just before I went out to go to work I made up a cock and bull story about being asked to work a hush-hush secret job Thursday güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri night and if an emergency happened she,d have to ring the control room to pass a message to me as they don,t have the number of the client yet. Sarah had no reason to doubt me as I patiently waited for Thursday night, dressed in my best suit. I told Sarah the job required me in civilian clothing not my usual security uniform which Wasn,t unusual as in those days I had done close protection in some major hotels where a suit was the uniform. I duly arrived early so bought a take away cup of coffee and waited outside the aforementioned hotel. This time Clarice arrived in a taxi. WOW! She looked even tastier this time with a tan leather fringed jacket loosely worn over a loose fitting grey trouser suit and black patent high heels. “Hi Clarice, Thanks for inviting me.” I kissed her tenderly. “Good evening. Joe. Shall we check in? Let me talk to the concierge, okay?” We walked arm and arm like husband and wife up to the concierge, desk. “Good evening Sir, Madam. What can I do for you?” a well dressed portly concierge greeted us. “Good evening. I booked a room for Mr and Mrs Hodges earlier.” “Ah yes, that will be Suite 709, left corridor on the seventh floor Madam.” He extracted the key with corresponding numbervtag and handed it to me. We joined two other couples in the lift and as ended to the seventh floor. Inside Clarice ordered drinks from room service and we were soon relaxing with liquid refreshment gazing at the asyabahis güvenilir mi London night sky over the west end. “You were curious about what services I offer Joe Carter. Well you,re about to find out.” she got up and slowly removed the large dark grey scarf she wore round her neck then unbuttoned her suit top slowly, then lay it on an arm chair, her exquisite sheer black lace bra not quite concealing her small perfectly formed breasts. The trousers came next to show she wore a matching pair of knickers or panties over stockings and suspenders of matching black. She smiled and reached behind to unclip her bra turning her back to me and when she turned round she showed me her lovely titties with organ stop coral nipples that looked so absolutely suckable if my cock Wasn,t hard before it was rock like now. Her fingers now grasped the sides of her knickers and slowly peeled them down to expose her bald cunt which looked a bit like a clam, but the juices leaking it was exotic. She removed the stocking and suspenders and stood naked before me, then sat on the king sized bed waiting for me to also get naked. Like her I tried to take my time as my shoes and socks came off, then my shirt(I,d taken off my suit coat as soon as I entered the room) followed by my trousers, my cock straining my underpants which I now took off. dick sticking out in front of me. “Nice cock Joe. Bring it over here and let me kiss it!” she ordered. How could I resist soon she was licking all over my shaftand sensitive testicles pinbahis as if I were a fleshy lollipop and I loved it as I gently ran my fingers over her boobs and shaved snatch. We eventually ended up with me prone on the bed with her pussy over my mouth as I pleasured her honey dripping cunt while she sucked on my cock! She must have cum quite a few times as she moaned softly to my flicking tongue as I slid my cock between her nether lips and began to really Fuck her. Clarice was a sensational screw, our sex organs making loud noises as they squelched together which urged me on to my eventual climax, my semen pumping what seemed gallons into the Dear lady. We fucked and sucked most of the night, only dozed but continued to wake up and have sex over and over. Clarice ordered breakfast in our room at 6 am and then we had a bath together in the giant tub before we dressed and prepared to check out at 7. She kissed me goodbye and thanked me for a wonderful night as I did her, then her taxi arrived and I made my way to the nearest underground station and home. Sarah asked how my shift had gone. “Very interesting!” I told her. “I got to guard a judges pad.” I lied. “How boring.” “ Got tv laid on and a lovely meal.” “So what did you watch then?” “As the client was paying I watched the porn channel!” “Hope you made sure you cleaned up your cum afterwards!, “Of Course! What kind of a****l do you take me for!” “Be a good Boy and maybe we can do our own porn show tonight.” Her goodbye kiss was more passionate than usual and indeed we Did do lorn that night. but it eas difficult to not think it was Clarice and not Sarah I fucked! Sadly I was moved from that hotel to an office block just over a week later. I rang the number I had for her, but was told the Taylors had moved to Hertfordshire. At least we had the one night.

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