There were days when I wished I could just pack it all in, and live a normal life, just like everyone else. Especially when I got clients like Mr Daniels. For his booking, he requested I dress ‘appropriately’ to attend to his needs in his office.

I was dressed in a full business suit and heading to a fancy office block in Canary Wharf, the heart of London’s financial district. To everyone around me as I got off the Jubilee line, I probably just looked like one of them, but I felt so out of place.

I found the building amongst all the other glass towers, and checked in for my meeting with Mr Daniels. The receptionist shoved a visitor’s pass towards me, and told me his secretary would be down to collect me in a few minutes, gesturing towards a seating area that’s not near her desk. I took a seat on a chair shaped like a dolphin and tried not to fiddle with the lanyard around my neck while I waited.

Thankfully, it was only a few minutes before a petite lady with short grey hair was calling out my fake name, “Mr Simons.”

I stood up and gave her a polite little wave, and with a stern look she instructed, “Follow me please.” She definitely knew why I was here.

We entered a lift and after she inserted a key, we headed up to somewhere near the top of the 50 floor building, not stopping on any floors along the way. When the doors opened his secretary led me along a long corridor, instructing me to “Sit,” pointing to a chair outside a tall set of double doors.

I did as I was told and waited while she stepped inside. I couldn’t hear anything through the doors, which was a relief knowing why I was here. A few minutes later the woman returned, and with one final glare at me, disappeared back down the corridor without another word.

A few moments later the doors opened and a man from inside instructed me to enter with a deep, “Come.” I stood up and walked inside the large private office. Opposite the doors was a solid wooden desk placed in front of a large wall of floor to ceiling windows. The chair was placed so that its user had his back to the view, presumably to look more impressive to any visitors.

I took the opportunity to take in Mr Daniels as he walked back across to the desk, leaning against it to face me. He was an older man, slightly podgy with balding hair. His suit looked clean but certainly had seen better days.

Still, I knew the type. Closeted older business men, who liked to fuck any hole they could behind their wives back. It wasn’t my place to judge, I just knew that in a few minutes I was going to be bent over the man’s desk and receive a quick, probably rough, pounding for a few minutes and then, mercifully, be out of here.

Clearing his throat I braced myself for the inevitable instructions, “I’ll cut to the chase young man, my wife’s not as young as she used to be,” called it , “and she no longer has the stamina to give me everything I need.” How much stamina does it really take to just lie there and take it for a couple of minutes.

“And so with her blessing,” man this guy liked the sound of his own voice, “I want you to fuck me. But no kissing, I’m not into that gay shit.”

What! I was stunned, that was not what I was expecting at all. I stood there gawping, speechless from the surprise.

“Come on, I don’t have all day,” he said as he reached for his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. He turned to face his desk and dropped his y-fronts to join his trousers around his ankles. Pointing to the side of his desk he added, “Lube and condoms are there, chop chop.”

Blinking myself back into the room, I moved forward and grabbed the travel size bottle of lube and after coating my index finger tentatively started to press into his ass. Hissing he said, “Don’t be so slow lad, I ain’t soft.”

I suppose they do say ‘the customer is always right’, so I pushed harder and picked up the pace, fucking his ass with my finger. When I felt him open up some more, I added a second finger, not easing it as gently this time earning a small yelp from the recipient. “That’s it lad, open me up good and proper.”

Rolling my eyes, I thought it would be a lot easier to do this if he would just shut up, but I kept that to myself as I continued my two-fingered assault. It wasn’t long before he was open enough for a third, but as I was about to press in a third he piped up again, “Don’t bother with another lad, just get it in me.”

He hadn’t seen it yet, and I knew from experience that my size was a struggle for even the most practised of holes. “I really think you should let me open you a bit more, I’m pretty big,” I tried to warn him.

“Nah, just do it, I ain’t got all day,” he reminded me.

I wasn’t going to argue with him, so after slipping my fingers out of him and wiping them on a rag on the desk. I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out through my fly. It’s a good job I’d slipped myself a little blue pill before entering the building, otherwise I’d have definitely had trouble getting it up for this guy.

Never before have I been so glad that the agency insists to all our clients that we must always use protection, than I am with this man right now. Slipping the condom over my erection, I add some more lube to both myself and his hole. With an internal sigh, I line myself up to enter him. I warn him, “Brace yourself,” watching as he plants both hands down on the desk in front of him before I press forward.

I took my time pushing my length inside him. From the sharp breaths and hissing he was making, I could tell he wasn’t really ready for my size, but he kept telling me to keep going until I was all the way in. It was an agonisingly long time before I bottomed out and once I did, I gave him a few moments to get used to the sensation of me filling him.

“Ok, move now,” he ordered once he loosened up a bit, so I did. I slowly eased a few inches out before pushing back in. With each thrust the hissing was gradually becoming a moan. As I pulled out more each time, I also picked up the pace. Building up a steady rhythm as I fucked him into his desk.

“Harder,” he barked.

Ay Ay , I thought to myself as I fucked him harder. I was now slamming him into his desk. Moans and groans of pleasure were escaping him loudly now, I’m glad I wouldn’t have to explain the sounds to the others on the floor after.

It didn’t take much more of this brutal invasion to tip him over the edge as he spilled his load over the papers on his desk in front of him. Once he was spent, without looking at me, he said, “You’re done now, you can go.”

I was still rock hard, no thanks to this prick, and I hadn’t got close to shooting my own load, but who was I to ignore such a polite request. I pull out of him dumping the condom into a bin next to his desk. Tucking my cock back in my trousers as best I could, and hoping no-one would notice the thick length bulging out the front of my trousers, I zip up and head out.

Back in the corridor, I look at my watch, all that had only taken 20 minutes, yet I still got paid for the whole hour. That was what made these types of clients worthwhile… even if I did now need to deal with this boner by myself.