A Forgotten Night in England

I'm having such a good sleep. Dreaming...I’m kneeling, face down, bum up. My girlfriend in China is slapping my ass and sticking something hard and thick in and out of me. She tells me to make sure to get pictures if I get laid in England. I’m cumming…OOOH!

My eyes pop open. Oh, just a dream, but so good. I vaguely remember having some stupid bitch last night. I glance over, yes the camera was on. I’ll look later to see who I fucked. What was her name? Susie, Karen, Jody?? Whatever, I turn over to go back to sleep. Maybe I’ll have another sexy dream of my girlfriend.

Just drifting off. A bang at the door! What idiot’s banging on my door so early in the morning?

I get up, throw my night gown on and stumble to the door. Opening the door I see some sleazy man and a wobbly naked girl who looks like she had a very rough night. Woozily I recognize the man…the hotel keeper. The girl, oh yes, Susie, or was it Laura? Casey maybe? I don’t remember but it’s the one from last night. What’s she doing here?

Oh yes, I loaned her to the hotel guy and told him to bring her back in the morning. I wanted to use her in my final presentation this morning.

Bleary eyed, I ask, “You finish her? She good? OK, give her me. Now you go fuck off. Thanks.”

Grinning, the hotel man pushes her (Laura? Sally?) into my room. Her hair is a mess. Goo all over it. Men! Did they spend all night fucking her hair?

She looks pale, she’s shaking, there are black circles under her eyes. I look her up and down. Bruises on her tits. Bruises on her ass and legs. Looks like her face was slapped a lot.

“You need to take better care of yourself Susan,” I say, adding, “Get in the loo and wash up. You look ugly.” I shove her toward the loo. She stumbles in looking confused. Her tummy rumbles loudly reminding me it is breakfast time.

I ring the front desk and tell the hotel man to send me breakfast. He says, “Two breakfasts?”

I say, “What? You want me get fat? I only need one breakfast.”

He replies, “What about the girl?”

I reply, “Her? She not need more food. She ate sausages all night!” I hang up.

The shower is running. I wait for the girl to come back out. I’m annoyed, I can’t remember her name. Ah, a solution. Seeing her purse on the floor I open it and look at her ID. Sarah.

I think, “Hurry up Sarah, I need a morning fuck before breakfast.”

Ah, Sarah is finished. Now she can lick me again.

Her she is. Wearing towels? How can I see her body with towels? I sigh because it is so annoying.

I crook my finger at her and grin.

The bitch demands breakfast instead! What am I, a serving maid? If she didn’t think to feed herself before, tough! I tell her that, adding a snooty remark about eating sausages all night.

Suddenly she’s flying across the room at me. Screaming. Grabbing my hair.

Oh goody! Morning exercise!

Seizing her arm, I spin her around causing the towels to drop. Good. That gives me a better view.

Pulling her tight against me I feel her body, warm and moist from the shower. I crush her to me making sure my nipples rub against her nipples. Her nipples are soft, how different from last night.

She’s trying to push me away but I just hold onto her warm ass and plant a big kiss on her luscious lips.

I have time to use her body again before going to my morning presentation. After that it’s off to the airport and home to my bushy-pussied lover. She’ll enjoy all the pictures I have of Sarah.

My tongue finds her tongue. Mmm. Yummy. My hand slides up and down her ass crack. Yes, I’m getting hot!

Forcing her down on the bed, I continue thrusting my hot tongue into her slowly yielding mouth. I think her nipples are starting to get hard. Good.

Pulling her up to a sitting position I give her face a hard slap just so she remembers who is boss.

I make her sit on the bed. Then I slip my left leg under her right leg and my right leg over her left leg and push in close so that my bald pussy rubs right against her hairy cunt. Yes!

Looking straight into her eyes I rub our pussies together feeling her soft heat against mine.

So hot!

I’m coming so fast! I can’t stop! What a fuck!

She's on the verge of coming also but suddenly there is a knock on the door. Sorry honey you can cum later...if I have the time.

I get up and answer the door. It’s the hotel guy. With my breakfast. And the hotel bill because he knows I’m checking out today.

I pay with Sarah’s credit card and take the receipt so I can submit it with my expense account and get the money back…after all I am entitled to a bonus!

The breakfast is satisfyingly filling. Sarah keeps staring at me every time I take a bite. Bitch still thinks I’m a serving maid?

After breakfast I put on my business suit and toss Sarah’s bikini to her (I retrieved the bottoms from the lobby last night…they seem to have lots of footprints on them).

Time to go to the convention centre.

Taking Sarah by the hand I leave the fleabag hotel and lead her to my rental car. The traffic is light today and we reach the convention centre within minutes.

I lead her from the parking garage to the main doors. She seems to be very self-conscious wearing her skimpy string bikini in the crowded atrium. Lots of men and a few women are staring at her. There she goes...blushing again!

Her eyes are fixed on the floor.

I escort Sarah to the lecture hall reserved for my talk. Yes, it is all set up with chairs for 150. I notice there is a larger lecture hall next to it also set up with plenty of seats. The sign says “Capacity 200”. There doesn’t seem to be anyone scheduled in it this morning.

I have a hundred people already signed up from my previous talk but I want to fill the hall. In fact, I want an excuse to get the larger hall and fill it.

Stationing Sarah at the registration desk I tell her to just stand there and look pretty. She definitely does not look happy. I don’t care...lots of men are already smiling and crowding around to register.

My flip chart today calls the talk “How to save the street girl.” I made the name up on the way over. Men are looking at the title, looking at Sarah, grinning and signing up. Sarah looks very uncomfortable. Too bad.

As registrations quickly pass the 150 mark I call the conference people and demand the larger lecture hall. Request granted.

Within ten minutes I’ve reached the 200 mark. Patting her on the bum I say, “Good girl Sarah.” (I’ve noticed quite a few of the men have patted her bum as have a couple of the women.)

Everyone is filing into the lecture hall and filling the seats. I position Sarah at the front facing the crowd making her stand with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her back. I don’t want the crowds' view to be obscured.

I’ve started my lecture now. It’s completely different from what was originally scheduled. In fact, I’m making it up as I go along. I don’t think anyone is seriously listening. They’re all ogling Sarah. That bright pink blush really goes well with the white bikini. She keeps looking at me in a pleading manner. I whisper to her, “Behave Sarah, you’re going to get a special treat at

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