Chapter 5

“Well if you could arrive in say, thirty minutes or so?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t require any particular clothing or participation,” he explained.

“All right, so watching only,” I summarized.

“Unless of course you wish to play with yourself, that’s perfectly fine and up to you.”

“Mmmm thank you,” I replied, making sure my voice was husky.

“Other than that, we’ll just be fucking in the room,” he said stating the obvious. “We might go two or three rounds, is that alright?”

“Yes, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll make sure I’m free for the rest of the night so you don’t have a time constraint.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “In the real world I don’t get to get to show off my girl and sometimes, you just need to, you know?”

“Considering I love it when I get fucked in public with a man I care for claiming me with his cock, I completely get it.”

He grunted and I watched his hand lazily stroke his dick under the terry cloth. “I wish we lived in a more progressive town where our relationship was accepted and I could bend her over at the park just like any other woman.”

I chuckled knowingly, coming from a small, ancient town like that myself. “I understand Mr. Blanchard, all too well.”

“If it weren’t for my business, I would have moved us both out of here to a more progressive state long ago,” he explained.

“Well that’s why you can always visit our hotel sir,” I said, plugging our services. “There’s no such thing as taboo here.”

He laughed softly. “Excellent, then I’ll see you in a bit?”

“I can’t wait,” I murmured and hung up the phone.

I quickly covered my desk with someone from the sixth floor. Their two penthouse suites were already taken care of for the night so one person could monitor them just fine. From there I went to our lounge to freshen up and make sure to use the rest room beforehand. You never wanted to interrupt a scene because you had to pee, a lesson I learned early on in my days with the hotel. A fresh coat of lipstick and a quick tug on my nipples to get them to perk up and I was on my way to their room. Thirty minutes had flown by.

I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles against the door three times.

I heard a soft cry and then a deeper voice command, “Don’t move.”

Within seconds, the door opened. He was naked now, his fat cock no longer soft, but thick and throbbing against his pooch of a belly. It was so thick I bet it burned every pussy it fucked.

“Mr. Blanchard,” I said in way of greeting, holding out my hand.

“I think since you’re going to watch me fuck my daughter you can call me Kevin right?” he said dryly and took my hand to tug me a little impatiently inside.

“Yes sir,” I replied and followed him into the room.