Sex For Money Pays More Than The Hotel Reception Desk – #Erotica

I needed to pay my rent and he offered sex for money.  It was easy.

Exchanging money for sex wasn’t exactly the way I’d hoped to make a living in this life.  I mean, it’s not something you’d want to tell the family at Christmas dinner when overachiever cousin Brad announces he’s building a new house after receiving a hefty promotion…. again.  Insert eye roll.  During those annoying moments I just silently eat my dinner kind of smiling to myself that everyone knows me as hotel receptionist who scrapes by, making a menial wage, but I found a way to make my bank account grow easier and faster than that pretentious jerk Brad will ever surely get the joy of experiencing.  I mean sex for money is looked down upon, but I can’t see why, now that I’m in the realm of it.  It’s fun, it’s easy, and if you keep a certain clientele, you’re safe and well taken care of.  Let me tell you how my sex for money journey began.

I’d started working after high school as a receptionist on the midnight turn shift of a high-end hotel in the city next to the rural neighborhood, I grew up in.  I wasn’t a fan of the way my family did things and I couldn’t wait to just move out on my own and get my life started.  And that is exactly what I did.  The moment I graduated.  Always being more of a night owl, the midnight shift worked out great for me.  I was able to have a pretty quiet night most of the time that allowed for me to do some side projects at the desk while I worked.  A few months into living on my own, loving it in my new apartment and enjoying my independence, my landlord tells me the triplex I was living in was being sold.  The new owners were taking over soon and sadly intended to drastically raise the rent.  I was so stressed, so sad!  I had no idea what I was going to do.

Then, like magic, everything just sort of fell into place and began fixing itself.  I was at the desk on a pretty slow night when a stunningly dressed business man arrived for a late check-in.  He seemed frustrated; I could tell he’d had a bad night.  I smiled and tried to be a source of cheer for him, my typical personality anyway, but I could see this guy could use some extra TLC.  Little did I know what was to come that night and just how much TLC I’d be offering him, while he offered me a chance to stay in my apartment I lived in and loved so much by means of sex for money.  I felt a connection between me and this very handsome and much older stranger, and as I handed him a little welcome basket something in me made me say, “please let me know if there’s…..anything at all you might need, tonight” pausing with intent in the middle of the sentence as I smiled and batted my big blue eyes right at him.

I was sure he felt that sly hint and after he walked I away I turned and went back into the office.  What in the hell was that, what are you doing Holly!?  I said in a silent, mouthing it to myself sort of way while I put my hand to my forehead and my back heavily into the office wall behind me.  My cheeks as red and hot as they could possibly be said that I’d embarrassed myself and it was showing in the blushing of my face.  I reached up and touched them, my hands totally opposite and ice cold from my nerves.  A welcomed the cooling sensation on the warm uncomfortable skin of my cheeks.  Okay, get yourself together and get back to work, I muttered to myself shaking it off and straightening out my maroon skirt and jacket uniform attire and headed back to my post.

An hour had gone by and things had gotten really quiet when I received a call at the desk.  “Oh, yes Mr. McCloud, sure I’ll be right there.”  I said after answering a call from the sexy businessman in 401.  He had asked for another blanket, something softer, but I knew in my gut I was going up for the another reason.  I guess you sense it when your life is about to change so drastically.  “Here you go Mr. McCloud! Is there anything else I can do for you?”  I said nervously as I passed the soft white folded blanket into his arms, staring up into those big, dark brown eyes as I did.  He smiled a cute little smile and began to ask me about myself.  I had a sign up on the desk that said I’d return in ten minutes so I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.

“Holly,” Mr. McCloud said.  “I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are an incredibly stunning woman.  Those eyes are so blue and you just have this sweet, Shirley Temple curl look going on.  I’m guessing you’re too young to even know who she is though.”  He said laughing as he went to tip me for my delivery as well as, according to him “being a ray of sunshine during a really dark day”.  I’d never really felt like this before.  I didn’t know this guy, but I wanted him.  I evaluated what I was feeling within myself.  Nipples erect, butterflies in stomach, wetness between my legs…Yep!  I wanted him.  I thought to myself as I now began to nervously blush yet again, and play with my tight curls, pulling them out like a spring and releasing repeatedly like I tend to do when I’m nervous.

“Well, Mr. McCloud, if there’s nothing else you need from me, I’m going to be back on my way.”  I said grabbing the door, but being abruptly stopped by the light touch of his hand on my back.  “Holly,” Mr. McCloud said pausing afterwards. “I swear I’ve never done this before, please forgive me if this offends you.  But I have had a really rough few days.  I happen to have $3000 spending cash in my bag over there and if you’d be interested in giving me ten minutes with you, I’d hand it all to you”.  “I swear you’ll be safe.”  He said grabbing my hand and lightly rubbing it.  “Actually, I just found out today that my rent is going up by double soon, I’ve been so stressed and $3000 would really help me with that, but I don’t have long!”  I said removing my jacket without question, agreeing without overthinking any of it.  “I’ve never done anything like this and I’m really nervous.”  I said now looking at the floor with my jacket in my hands in front of me.

I cannot believe I’m about to have sex for money!  I thought to myself as he grabbed the jacket from my arms, set in on the chair next to us and grabbed my hand to pull me close.  At first, he just held me tight, and I must admit he felt good, he smelled even better and I was becoming even more wet at the thought of the naughty thing I was about to do.  His hands then trailed down my back and moaned as they reached my small tight ass, giving it a squeeze and lifting me up off the ground just slightly with both hands cupping my cheeks.  He pushed my blonde tight curls away from my face and we began to kiss.  “I want you to go to the bed, bend over and pull up your skirt for me Holly.”  My, new boss said in a soft but demanding voice.  “Now I want you to pull those little white panties down and show me that beautiful little ass of yours.  Leave the panties around your ankles and tell me you’re a good girl who will do what I say for the envelope of money on the table.” He said guiding me through my first role playing experience, one that was actually sex for money and earning me a nice chunk of change in a short amount of time.

“I’m just a hotel receptionist Mr. McCloud.  I’m so nervous.” I muttered in a whimpering little innocent voice that drove him wild.  “But I will pull my little panties down and give you my ass like a good little girl Mr. McCloud.  Especially for all that money you have over there.”  I heard the condom tear without a pause and almost instantly I felt his thick cock plunge into my soaked pussy from behind.  My body lunged forward with his powerful thrusts as I called out his name over and over.  Within seconds I heard his intensity increasing to the point I knew his orgasm was right there.  And with several grunts and face cringing moans he came inside me.  He quickly pulled up his pants and acknowledged the fact that I had to get back to work.  He handed me a bank envelope and just like that, I made enough to pay my rent a for couple of months.  I had in fact, had sex for money for the very first time.  With many more to come.