Took the offer

The offer was very tempting. I only had to spend a few hours with him, maybe fuck him once or twice. It was still a lot more than I earned at the liquor store. I smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll take it." I held my hand out.
He chuckled and dug in a pocket of his jacket, pulled out a wad of bills and pealed off four $50s and handed them to me, "This should cover it until 1pm. After that we'll see, okay?"
I happily took the money and put it in my purse, "Sure, that's fine with me. Where are we going?"
He drove onto the street and turned left onto Panorama Drive, then said, "The Motor Motel, do you know it?"
I nodded, "Yes, I know where it is, I never stayed there."
"You didn't miss anything, it's a basic motel, nothing fancy. So, do you do this often?" he asked.
"Do what? Go with guys like you? No, I work at the liquor store as you know."
He laughed, "Yes, but I thought... You accepted the $50, so maybe you had something going on on the side, you know."
I shook my head, "No, just selling booze." I turned a little in my seat, "What's the deal with you and Crystal? You don't seem to be 'the type'."
He laughed, "Crystal? Well, she's cheap, kind of cheerful and is up for anything. Let's just say, she's easy enough for when I had one of those 'bottoms up' nights. Kind of like last night, but worse." He slowed down for the rail-road crossing, then sped up once we were over it.
I could imagine worse, I had seen enough drunken guys to know what they were like. It's not bad when you're drunk yourself, but when you're sober it's annoying to say the least. Roger was apparently sober, he had cleaned up nicely. I looked around the interior of the car then at him, "It's a nice car you've got. Not the kind you normally see around here. Why do you come to Sandy Shores?"
He shrugged, "It's just a convenient stop on my way home, although I rarely make it home." Then laughed and winked.
I figured it would be best not to ask too many questions and peered out the window as we passed Yellow Jack Inn, the place I went to on my nights off. Then we turned left on Route 68 and arrived soon enough at the Motor Motel.
He parked the car on the parking lot. He dug in a pocket of his jacket and handed me a key, "Room 7, I'll be right there."

I got out of the car and looked around at the doors, then headed towards number 7. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him head for the office. I was getting a little nervous and excited at the same time. I entered the room and took a breath. It was simple, clean enough, and nothing fancy. There wasn't any seating, just a bed, a dresser and in the back a door leading to the bathroom. I sat down on the bed, unsure what to do. Then I heard footsteps approaching and Roger stepped inside holding three boxes stacked on top of each other. He placed them on the dresser and closed, then locked, the door.

I placed my purse on the night stand, dug into it for some condoms and placed them beside my purse. He shook his head when he caught my eye, "No, no condoms, Lisa, I like to feel what I'm doing." he said with a frown and peeled five $50 bills from the wad of cash he had pulled out of his pocked, "This will cover for it all, I'd think."
I swallowed, then started to protest, "I never do it without."
He shrugged, "I'm clean, I don't have any diseases and if you get pregnant it's your problem. Take it or leave it."
I was on the pill since I didn't want to risk the same fate as my mother. You never knew what would happen if a condom rips or goodness knows what else. I nodded slowly, "Okay, I'll take it," and accepted the money, then put both the money and condoms away in my purse.
"Good girl," he said with a smile, "Now strip for me, but keep your panties on."

I got up from the bed and took a few steps away from it, then started to gyrate my hips while slowly taking off my top. He smiled as I revealed my belly, then my black lace bra and finally threw the top onto the bed. I continued to gyrate my hips while I turned around, bent a little forward and slipped my skirt over my hips and ass down my thighs and let it drop onto my ankles. I stepped out of it and picked it up, then threw it onto the bed as well. With my back turned to him, I unclasped my bra and holding the straps I turned again to face him, bent forward to give him a good view of my breasts as I freed them from my bra. I wiggled my torso and he smiled at my jiggling breasts, then I threw my bra onto him and he laughed.

"Not bad, not bad, with a little training you could be a stripper," he said still grinning, then patted on the bed next to him.
I sat down where he indicated and he placed his hand on my thigh and began to caress it, occasionally pressing his fingertips on my inner thigh. As I began to spread my legs, his fingertips wandered towards my crotch and I let out a longing sigh.
"Lie back and play with your breasts," he said as one finger brushed against my panties covered folds. I moved further onto the bed and cupped my breasts using my index fingers and thumbs to massage my nipples, which stiffened almost instantly. He stood up from the bed and began to undress while watching me. I closed my eyes as the familiar pleasure of arousal began to spread through my body.
"Look at me," he said firmly and I opened my eyes nodding at him.
He climbed onto the bed next to me naked, his semi-stiff cock bounced while he moved. He placed one hand on my belly and began to caress it in slow widening circles, eventually over my hips, panties, and back again. Then whenever her reached my crotch he bent his fingers and pressed against my entrance, then dragged them up along the length of my vulva, enticing moans from me. A few more circles followed like that before he only moved his fingers up and down my panties, caressing my folds and occasionally pressing against my entrance, causing me to moan more and more. I arched my back and rocked my hips against his fingers while I felt his member stiffening against my thigh.
With every downward stroke he pressed his fingers firmer on my entrance, causing my panties to dip into me and soaking it with my juices. His breathing quickened while he massaged my pelvic muscles through my panties. I rocked more with my hips and moaned longingly. It felt great, but I was primed and ready for some filling. Somehow I didn't feel it was the time to say as much. He continued to massage my pubis with his hand while his fingers massaged the crotch of my panties further into me. Suddenly he tugged them out and aside, then climbed between my legs.
Our eyes met and I felt the tip of his cock pressing lightly against my slippery entrance. With one firm thrust he plunged deep into me, I arched my back and moaned loud, "Yes!"
"Mine," he grunted, then began to build up a rapid pace of shallow thrusts. Within moments my hips began to shudder and my pelvic muscles spasmed. I was getting close already. He slowed down and began to thrust deep into me again, hurting me slightly when the tip of his cock hit my cervix, but it was a sweet kind of pain which never lasted long. After a few more of his deep thrusts the pain was gone completely and I began to shudder, moaning loud, "I'm cumming!" and while he kept on thrusting, the waves of my climax crashed through me and my pelvic muscles gripped and relaxed on his shaft with every single wave. He kept his steady pace with a happy grin while I was rippling underneath him. When my climax slowly ebbed away he pulled out and told me to turn over.

I did as he told me and he pulled on my hips until I went on my knees, then he pulled my panties down onto my thighs before I felt his cock against my entrance again and with a swift thrust he was buried deep inside me. I moaned in delight. He held me by my hips as he began to thrust hard into me, causing me to slide back and forth on the pillow under my face. He built up a quick pace of very hard deep thrusts and dug his fingertips into my hips, pulling me hard on his cock at the same time. I moaned loud against the pillow while he continued his pace. Suddenly on of his hands left my hip and after a moment I felt something pressing against my sphincter. I shuddered in surprise and was a little worried, I wasn't into anal sex at all. He kept thrusting and slowly the pressure on my anus increased. It didn't feel too bad and soon I was getting close to climaxing again. Waves of shudders began to course through my hips, he slowed his pace somewhat while my pelvic muscles began to tense on his shaft. I could feel him begin to throb inside me and every brush of the tip of his glans against my cervix sent jolts of intense pleasure through me and I came. My body rippled again while the waves of my climax washed over me, then suddenly something entered my anus and -much to my own surprise- caused my climax to become even harder. In the midst of it all I felt his hot cum jet deep inside me while he moaned loud "Mine!". Amazingly he continued his pace until my climax subsided then he slowed down and I felt him slowly growing soft inside me. Finally he pulled out and told me between heavy breaths to turn over again.

I turned and lied back on the bed, looking at him. It was obvious that he had enjoyed it. I admired his cock still glistening with my juices lay on the soft patch of his pubic hair for a moment, then when I gazed back up to his face, he smiled happily at me.
"Good girl, you did well," he whispered, "pull up your panties. I'll be right back."
I pulled up my panties and shuddered a little when the cooled moist crotch touched my folds. Roger stood up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and some washing sounds, then he returned and picked up two of the boxes, then handed me one with a smile, "Breakfast!"
I opened mine and it had several wrapped sandwiches inside along with a thermos flask and a cup, some bags of sugar and cream. I filled the cup from the flask, the smell of strong coffee reached my nose fast. He hadn't opened his box yet, instead he had picked up the third -and bigger- box and placed it on the bed.
I looked at it and asked, "More food? I have enough in here."
He grinned and shook his head, "No, something else. Open it."
I put my box aside and opened the bigger one on the bed, my eyes widened at the contents. A variety of boxed sex toys were in it, a vibrator, a relatively small dildo, some fluffy cuffs, and when I lifted those out, I saw a bottle of lubricant, a collar (with leash) and a -gasp- anal plug.
He chuckled at my gasp, "Don't worry, we're not going to use everything now. I don't think you're ready for the plug, but I think you can handle the rest?"
I blushed slightly and nodded, "I'm not into anal stuff, you surprised me. The rest I can handle."
He looked somewhat concerned, "It didn't hurt, did it? Your reaction was... well, climatic," and laughed.
I nodded slowly, "It didn't hurt and it surprised me and... even made my orgasm... stronger. But I don't think I'd do it again, if I was given the choice."
He smiled, "Don't worry, it won't get worse than that. For now." He pulled the box closer to me, "These are all new, so you don't have to worry about anything. First you're going to take that vibrator, put the batteries in it, then turn it on at a low speed. Then you slip it inside your delicious pussy, all the way, and cover the end with your panties. Understood?"
I looked at him with a little surprise, then nodded, "Okay, if that's what you want." I wasn't a stranger to vibrators and knew all to well the delicious effect they can have on me.
He chuckled, "Yes, that's what I want."
I opened the package and did as he instructed. I slipped it easily deep inside me while it gave a soft hum, then put my panties back in place. I closed my eyes for a moment with a soft moan, then took a deep breath, "Now what?"
He shrugged, "Now we eat, bon appetit," and he pushed the box with toys to the end of the bed and opened his box.
I smiled with a little uncertainty, "Thank you, you too."

I was halfway through my first sandwich when I began to gyrate my hips, the vibrator was turning me on more and more and I wanted it to move a little. Roger had other ideas apparently when he placed his hand on my sex, "No, hold still while we eat."
I nodded and he removed his hand. We continued to eat in silence with the hum of the vibrator as background. I felt my -or rather our- juices slowly trickle from my pussy between my buttocks. I had to fight the urge to move my hips, the vibrator was certainly doing its job, I got more and more aroused, but I doubted it would bring me to a climax this way.
After I finished my second sandwich, I reached for my cup of coffee on the night stand. The vibrator moved and a shudder of delightful pleasure coursed through me and I moaned. Carefully I took the cup and sat back on the bed, causing another delicious wave. He chuckled and shook his head, "So predictable."
I looked at him in surprise, "Why?"
He laughed, "You're all the same, let a vibrator do its job and eventually you all melt with pleasure."
I couldn't help but frown, "All the same? You do this on a regular basis?"
He shrugged, "Sort of, but in case you're wondering, not any girls like Crystal. Druggies aren't much fun, but good enough for a quickie by the road side."
So far it had been good fun, kind of like the things I had done before, except for having a vibrator up my snatch while having breakfast. Then the reality hit me, at this moment I was simply a prostitute, just like my mum. Somehow it didn't feel bad at all, but maybe that was the vibrator's doing. It was hard to tell and I didn't really care. I moaned as another wave of pleasure coursed through me and he chuckled.
"Are you finished?" he asked before putting the last piece of his sandwich in his mouth.
I nodded, "Yes, that was nice, thank you. What do you want to do now?"