It took some time for me to start building up a new client base in London. They were slowly trickling in, mainly with pretty vanilla requests like dinner dates, suck and fucks, nothing really exciting. So when a lucrative request to have my company for a whole week came in, I couldn’t afford to pass it up.
Back in Glasgow, I normally wouldn’t have accepted a week-long stay in a local hotel. I’d done the occasional overseas trip, as someone’s travel companion, but there’d been enough regular work that I didn’t need to spend a whole week shacked up with some tourist.
Fortunately for me, Paulo wasn’t like the regular tourists that would book. Most of them were looking for a tour guide, dinner date and late night fuck ( unless they picked someone up in a bar, then they wanted to stiff you because they had a better offer ). But Paulo’s needs were much simpler. He didn’t want a tour guide or someone to take to dinner, he just wanted someone to enjoy. His two rules were that once I arrived I was to remain naked at all times until the week was up, and I wasn’t to leave the hotel room while he was paying for my time.
We’d had some brief conversations over the agency’s messaging app and I learned that Paulo was from Italy and was in town on business. While sex was very much on the agenda, when he was at work he wanted to have a little camera setup in the room, so that he could watch me from his phone between meetings. Making sure I was doing as I was told. The thought of being watched like that, and not knowing exactly when he would be watching turned me on. It was new and exciting, and with the extra money he was offering, even after the agency’s cut , I was happy to accept.
I walked into the hotel on Sunday afternoon, an hour after he had confirmed he’d checked in and sent me his room number. My overnight bag, significantly lighter than normal, containing just my toiletries and a jumbo box of condoms and lube, it paid to be prepared . Even my clothes were lighter than normal, Paulo was very specific with what he wanted me to wear. It could best be described as the bare minimum.
Often, to blend in when I walked into fancy hotels like this, I’d be dressed in a nice suit, or at least a smart shirt and trousers, so to be wearing just my T-shirt, trackies and trainers today put me a little on edge–fearing that my appearance could alert the staff to why I’m here and promptly get me kicked out. Even dressed smartly, I’d sometimes have to find an amenable concierge to look the other way.
Trying to look as if I belonged, I strolled across to the lifts on the opposite side of the lobby. It wasn’t until the lift doors closed and it started to ascend that I let out a sigh of relief. There was a mirror on the back wall of the lift and I checked my appearance while we rose to the 9th floor. The look was quite obscene, Paulo had specifically told me not to wear underwear under my trackies and the outline my large cock was making, even soft, should have been enough to get me arrested on my way here.
The lift came to a halt and the doors opened. I stepped out into the corridor and found his room all the way down the end, the door tucked slightly out of sight. I knocked and when it opened the man in front of me looked rather nice. There was always a risk with clients, that I might not find them attractive but had to still put on a show. But fortunately for me, this time it wouldn’t all be an act.
Paulo was slightly shorter than me, with thick dark hair, broad shoulders and biceps that were bulging out of his white shirt that had slightly more buttons undone than was necessary for the time of the year. “Strip,” he commanded in a heavy but smooth accent. I started to move forward so I could enter the room and do as I was told, but he placed a hand on my chest to stop me, “No clothes in the room, strip.”
“ Out here?” My voice jumped higher in surprise. He didn’t say anything, just stood there with his arms now across his chest, stretching the fabric of his sleeves further against the tight muscles. I took a look round, checking the coast was clear, before I did as I was told. First, slipping off my trainers and feeling the rough corridor carpet against my bare feet, then lifting my thin T-shirt up and over my head. Finally, with another gulp of air, I dropped my trackies to the floor and stepped out of them.
He looked me up and down, as I stood there naked in the hotel corridor, appraising me before wordlessly stepping aside to allow me access to the room. I quickly bent down to pick up my discarded clothes and hurried inside. The room was nice, not quite a suite, but there was a small sofa and what looked like a little fridge. We hadn’t discussed our sleeping arrangements before but it came as no surprise to me that there was a soft-looking double bed in pride of place in the room.
Placing my clothes down carefully I turned and noticed that Paulo just seemed to be staring at my body, taking in the view that he’d be the only one to see for the next week. Not quite sure what to do with myself, I put my hands on my hips and puffed my chest out a little to show off for him.
Approving of my stance, Paulo stepped forward and touched me for the first time. Caressing my bicep before moving his hands around to feel my chest and run his hands down my body towards the base of my cock. I could feel myself growing under his appreciative gaze, but he didn’t touch me there. His hands ran back up my chest with the lightest graze over my nipples, causing my eyes to close instinctively.
He continued exploring my body with his hands. Each time I thought he was going for my now fully hard cock, he would avoid it. His hands got tantalisingly close so many times, despite my obvious arousal. Years of submitting to clients I learned not to ask for what I wanted, that I was just a plaything for them to enjoy as they wished, but right now, I really wished he would do more.
Being hard for so long, my cock was dripping precum onto the floor below. Paulo caught some of it on his finger and sucked it off slowly causing me to whimper and release even more from my throbbing cock.
“On the bed, on all fours,” he finally commanded. Complying quickly, I got into position on the bed with my ass on display for him, thinking he was now going to fuck me, to use me for his own release. I thought I was going to collapse from the shivers of pleasure it sent through my body when instead, he reached between my legs and started squeezing my cock after avoiding it for so long.
He was alternating between stroking and squeezing my cock to tease more and more precum from me and onto the bed below. When he sensed I was on the brink of cumming, he’d stop and hold my cock firmly at the base to stop me from chasing my release. Once I’d calmed down enough, he’d continue his assault, edging me over and over again.
When he finally allowed me to cum, it was such an intense sensation, that I didn’t think my cock was ever going to stop shooting more and more of my seed onto the sheet below. Even when I couldn’t take any more, Paulo continued stroking me. I whimpered from the sensation as he pulled my foreskin across my sensitive head again and again. But still, he continued.
I didn’t think there could be any cum left in me, but he somehow managed to find it. This time a much smaller load joined my previous release on the bed below me as a cooed, “Good Boy,” in my ear. I felt dazed after all that. He gently guided me off the bed, careful to avoid the wet patch I’d caused, and led me into the bathroom. Sitting me down on the lid of the toilet, he started running the water in the bath. When it was full and the temperature just right, he helped me in and said, “Relax now, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” before leaving the bathroom.
I allowed the warm water to soothe my aching muscles and the tension that had built up from being in the same position for so long. I couldn’t tell you how long I just rested in the warm water. When Paulo returned, he topped up the water to add some extra heat and then started washing my body, being careful not to jostle me about too much as he did. He even shampooed my hair, gliding his fingers through my thick locks and massaging my scalp causing more moans to escape me from how good it felt.
When he was done, he helped me out of the water, towelled me off and took me back to the now remade bed. He tucked me in, kissed my forehead and whispered, “Rest now.” My body didn’t need telling twice, as I drifted off to sleep.