WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

FIONA & MEGAN (in which two of my hotel colleagues diversify their personal
               employment skills and get even with their cheating husbands)

by Ozman (c) 2010 (with thanks to Suzanne).

  Fiona and Megan had become close friends since they had  begun working in 
the accounts office a couple of years before I'd arrived on the scene. They
were indeed, as Carl had indicated to me, the most modest and unlikely call-
girls one could possibly imagine; conservative in both dress and appearance 
while quietly efficient around their workplace.  Neither was what one would 
describe as a great beauty, but they were quite pretty for a pair of thirty-
something matrons from suburbia.

  They weren't as slow as one might imagine,  despite the very conventional 
upbringing they'd experienced, quickly realizing that some workmates earned
extra cash by the provision of very intimate services to guests. Both women
were appalled upon discovering that, but in time each discovered that their
friend was as curious as she herself was, wondering how it would feel to be
the tempory, sexual plaything of some wealthy business bloke. How would one
feel about oneself after having sold one's body for some guy's pleasure? 

  Despite their burning curiosity they merely engaged in banter over images
of the other dispensing sexual favour to a paying customer in some upstairs
suite, but in time it became a situation of challenge.  Neither was game to
be first nor to even consider changing the colour of their pigeonhole plate
to indicate their availability. They ached to discover what many colleagues
already knew,  but feared taking that irrevocable step that would have them
the topics of workplace gossip until another took the plunge, preferring an 
initial experience in secret and then deciding upon their options, having a
better idea of what it entailed.

  Neither woman had any real moral qualms  over an adulterous relationship,  
although they saw what they were contemplating as something beyond a merely
unfaithful, sexual act. Both their spouses had been caught in extra-marital
sexual situations in recent months, Fiona allowing her husband to return to
their home on the condition,  among several, that he acknowledged her equal
right to engage in any sexual dalliance she chose, if a guy appealed to her.
Megan hadn't been nearly so forthright about demanding any entitlement to a 
bit on the side, but Bob had put it into words for her.  He'd like to try a
swinging relationship as a couple, he'd been approached by another at work,
but understood if she wanted to find her own lovers,  as long as they could
stay together.

  The two women procrastinated for months before the matter partly resolved
itself in a sudden and unexpected fashion. Megan found herself delegated to
assist Wanda with the monthly cellar stocktake as Valli was leaving to move
interstate on her husband's promotion by his company.  Wanda and Valli were
very close friends and seemed to have some sort of paying sexual enterprise
that was not characterized by the general availability  common to the other
staff members. They'd regularly take extended lunch breaks and return look-
ing flushed, but their activities remained a matter of conjecture, although
Fiona noticed that they wore stockings rather than pantyhose on those days.
One could draw the inference that they hadn't played sport, but that it was
strenuous, whatever it was. 

  Megan hoped that the opportunity might arise to broach the subject of her
workmate's covert activities while they checked all the bottles and barrels 
in the hotel cellar.

  "Got a pair of runners?" Wanda enquired as they entered the female staff, 
locker-rooms.

  She took her sneakers and sox out of her locker, then turned to see Wanda 
stripped down to her thong briefs putting a pale blue dust coat on over her 
nakedness.

  "Don't get your clothes grubby," she smiled, indicating that Megan follow
suit with the similar coat on the bench.

  Shedding her clothes to put the coat on, she then felt somehow strange at
walking about braless for the first time since puberty, but had the feeling
that she was about to experience something different from her usual mundane
existence.

  Downstairs in the pub cellar, actually a warehouse at ground level at the 
rear side of the building, Wanda introduced her to George the cellarman and 
his offsider, Gabor. The former was a huge, muscular man of about fifty and
of Mediterranean appearance who unabashedly ogled Meg's smooth, shiny lower
legs, exposed to mid-thigh as she sat sipping coffee in his office. 

  "George," Wanda reproved.  

  "Big thighs, wide hips, good loving," he grinned.

  "You think of nought else," she sighed patiently.

  "There is nothing else to match the pleasure of love with a lovely girl,"
he laughed happily. "I think Meg and me find great pleasure together."

  She found herself blushing furiously at his blatant sexual desire for her
and knew it was for real,  not just the kind of jocular suggestion made for
effect and not to be taken too seriously.
  
  "Oh, come on George!" groaned Wanda. "You can't proposition a lady at the
first meeting."

  "Why not?" he chortled. "Your little pussy was hungry for loving on first
day we met."

  "Come along, Megan," she sniffed."We've got work to do."

  They walked slowly along the laden racks of alcoholic beverages and Wanda
counted while Meg recorded the figures in the stock sheets on her clipboard.
The two men were outside unloading a delivery truck after having locked the
two women inside the secure area.

  "Have you really had it off with him," Megan asked shyly, already knowing 
the answer.

  "Keep a secret?" 

  "Promise," Meg nodded.

  "I have, more times than I can remember now. Gabor too."

  "He must be alright if you keep coming back. What's he like?"  

  "George? Like a steam locomotive. His dick's as big as his ego and, while 
he's not the kind of man I could ever love, he's the perfect partner for an 
odd spot of rough rumpy-pumpy for entirely recreational purposes."

  "You like him though?"

  "Yeah, here, in his place. That's not being snobbish, it's reciprocal, we
have only this place, once per month, in common.  I want nothing to do with
the rest of his life, nor he with mine.  I do enjoy him, a lot, but we both 
understand that it's a purely physical thing and it's only the sex we share
that's at the core of our relationship. You sound interested in sharing the
experience, if I may say so."

  "I really don't know," blushed Megan. "It all seems so casual."

  "That's the whole idea," Wanda giggled salaciously. "Getting your jollies 
without any committment. A fast, lusty rogering and you go on your way with
no embarrassment until next time. They'll be hard and horny at morning tea,
so it'll be there if you want it, but I'll take care of both if you don't."

  They continued counting until the men had finished placing the pallets of
new stock inside, locked the roller doors to the dock and called them over.

  "Drinks!" yelled George and they went over to be given an icy can of soft
drink each.

  "What d'you think?" asked George with a huge grin as his big hand grasped
her hip before sliding around to cover one soft buttock.  "You like to make
us both very happy and feel wonderful?"

  She felt flustered at being asked so directly about doing it with someone
she barely knew, smelling his clean sweatiness while his muscular masculin-
ity was appealing to her in a basically erotic way.  From the corner of one
eye she saw Wanda slide her thong down her tanned legs and off, then remove
her coat which she spread on a waist high stack of pallets and sat on it in
readiness for Gabor's attentions. As he stepped naked between her wide open
thighs she lifted them high to display her little, trimmed muff fringing an
obviously wet cunt. His cock was only of standard length, but as thick as a
beer can, disappearing inside her unctious snatch with sublime ease when he 
shoved his hips to her open crotch.

  "You see, Wanda is feeling so happy now,"  he said amiably, squeezing her
bottom as they watched the other couple shagging with enthusiasm. "I'll get
you happy too, Meg, guaranteed."

  Realizing that she'd be unable to stop him  if he insisted and that Wanda
wasn't any help right at that moment, her senses stirred at watching sexual
congress, she capitulated to both the pressure to conform to their in house 
custom and a need to do something naughty for herself,  even if it was only
to be a one time experience. She realized that they were secure in the room
and unfastened her belt and buttons as he threw off his singlet and shorts.

  They stood there naked except for their footwear,  his Blunstones and her
red and white sneakers, chuckling at that as they perused each other's bare 
body.  His penis was truly a sight to behold; uncircuncised, so dark it was
almost black, a good twenty-three centimetres in length and at least six in
diameter where it protruded horizontally from a thick forest of black curls
at his crotch. 

  "Oh my goodness," she gasped, raising an uncertain hand to her lips.

  "Nice thick one, eh?" he laughed, proudly thrusting his hips towards her. 
"Makes all the girls feel very good inside."

  She wondered whether it would spoil her for other penises, as folk wisdom
contended, but it came a little too late in proceedings for second thoughts 
about her decision to accommodate it. The briefest moment of feat and doubt 
filled her consciousness as he embraced her like a big, hairy bear; abating
quickly with the sensual experience of practiced hands over her body and an
eager tongue deep inside her mouth. She put her arms up around his neck and 
stretched upward on tip-toe against his warm body to feel his upright pussy
probe hot between their closely pressed bellies, now sensing it's twitching 
excitedly with the pleasure of their intimate contact.

  "Lovely tits,"  he growled while roughly fondling them  with surprisingly
smooth hands.

  "Suck them," she sighed, leaning back on her spread coat.

  He leaned forward and complied with alacrity as he groped at her tingling
twat to ascertain her readiness for his rampant prick.  Lifting her feet to
the edge of the pallet upon which she reclined, she spread her knees widely
to expose her avid quim to his gaze.

  "So soft," he murmured while stroking the little, dark muff atop her very
prominent pubis.

  She'd used a patent depilant on her body at Bob's behest and the regrowth
was like a pubescent girl's body hair. 

  "Yum," he grinned, then bent forward to cover her vulva with his mouth, a
thrill jerking her when he slid his tongue between the frilly labia to deep
kiss her cunt.

  "Ooooh, George,"  she sighed tremulously, her whole body quivering at the
thrill.

  He straightened before leaning over her submissive person once again, his 
swollen knob hard against the plump lips of her smooth vulva.

  "Have you got a condom?" she asked meekly. 

  He frowned, apparently not quite comprehending.

  "You're not on the pill?" he enquired.

  "I am."

  "You're married?"

  Meg nodded.  

  "Me too. I don't play around with bad girls, just nice married women like
you."

  Despite his ignoring the fact that both Wanda and Valli were "bad girls", 
there was a curious logic to that particular piece of sophistry. She let it
drop because by then she felt as if she might explode if she didn't get him 
inside her very quickly. Reaching down to grasp his cock, she moistened the
knob in her slit, pulling on the shaft to press the tip to her eager portal.
He pushed gently and his broad knob entered her easily  with an exquisitely
intrusive sensation before withdrawing a tad. With his next push his mighty
member continued to slide into  her until she felt it hard against the neck  
of her womb and only his tight balls outside her stretching cunt.

  "Feels good, eh Meg?"

  "Gorgeous!" she exhaled explosively, being suddenly aware that she'd held
her breath with trepidation while he'd penetrated her pussy.  "And it makes
me very happy, George."

  She closed her eyes self-consciously as he stared down upon her naked and
immodestly positioned form before he grasped her slender ankles to lift her
feet to his shoulders. With inhibitions fading she reached out to place her
hands lightly on his hips and gently pull and push in encouragement. With a
slow even rhythm he effortlessly filled her juicy sheath,  then withdrew as
easily, pumping his pelvis at the same pace despite her urging him to screw
her harder and faster. She needed quick release from the sexual tension her
situation had generated and, besides, it didn't seem right to engage in any
more than a quicky with a stranger, particularly on the first occasion. 

  However, he continued to frustrate her need for climax with the same easy
cadence until she was no longer able to control her senses and  writhed and 
cried out abandonedly; her sturdy figure in a quivering delerium of contra-
dictory sensations, then groaned aloud at an orgasm of unprecedented erotic
intensity. Only then did he begin to thrust stronger and faster, her senses
barely able to cope with almost pure ecstacy.

  When he finally thrust deeply to squirt warmly, she reached sensual over-
load and cried out without restraint as he stiffened ecstatically and grip- 
ped her firmly, letting her legs slide slowly down his body. He lay forward
over her glistening,  convulsing form to wallow in the sensual afterglow of  
their voluptuous coupling; panting and quivering for some considerable time 
after such an explosive climax.

  "There you are," he grinned at her when their emotions finally cooled. "I 
told you good, right."

  She nodded weakly, suddenly feeling exposed and indecorous in her spread-
legged, still penetrated pose with Wanda and Gabor watching them with their
parts similarly coupled,  but only slightly self-conscious due to their all 
being so intimate. They went into the office for a soft drink where the men
transferred their attentions from the one they'd so recently fucked, to the 
other. She didn't know what these men put on their breakfast cereal, but it
certainly kept their sex organs in fine fettle as both avid cocks were back 
in the above-horizontal position again. 

  Gabor put his arms around her, his hot zoob throbbing in the cleft of her  
buttocks,  as he twiddled her distended nipples between his thumb and index
finger to cause her to thrill again. He kissed and nibbled her ear and neck
before sliding one hand down her flat tummy to explore her deep bellybutton
and vulvar slit in turn. An agile finger on her tingling clitty brought her
close to orgasm once more, so she was relieved when he turned her around to 
sit on the edge of the desk opposite where Wanda was being very strenuously 
screwed by George, to receive Gabor's seemingly indefatigable cock.

  He shoved easily into her still warmly drooling sheath and began a belly-
thumping sexual rhythm to slide his not insubstantial penis in and out with
great vigour,  making her thrill at the feeling of his filling her entirely
and his engorged cock sliding across her flattened clit like a bow on viola
strings. His calloused hands roughly squeezed and massaged her lolling tits
in time with the rapturous rhythm of his driving hips slapping loudly on an
exposed crotch and moist thighs.

  "Oooh, Jesus! Oooooooh, Christ!" she cried almost hysterically. "Ooh fuck
me hard, Gabor. Ooooh ye-es, hard, ye-es hard!"

  She was, she realized, enjoying herself in having sex with Gabor, a total
stranger, in a way she had never experienced before. It was the combination 
of completely promiscuous nooky with the realization that it would probably 
be a one-off encounter that made it so easy to enjoy without having to con-
sider what she should say to him afterward, other than 'goodbye'.

  And so it was. He banged her bandy, came, pulled his dick from her snatch
and pulled on his work gear.

  "Again, sometime, eh?" he grinned, while Meg just nodded her agreement to
his thought. 

                                     * 

  "So how did you feel about being impaled on George's Greek super-salami?"
Fiona asked her at lunchtime. "I think something like that could be addict-
ive, despite what they say about size being of no consequence."

  "You too?"  

  She nodded, grinning at the memory. "Yep. A couple of days ago. They ask-
ed me to keep quiet until you'd been tried down there.  I reckon we've been  
tested for something they have in mind for us both."

  "It does look that way. I wonder what they get up to?  It doesn't seem to
have done them any harm,  whatever it is, but you'd have to think it has to
do with hawking the fork like everyone else around here."

  "Yeah, so how would you feel about getting into that, Meg? We've talked a
lot about it, but not really about our doing it.  I have to admit to my now 
feeling intensely curious about my feelings after a whoring experience."

  "I know what you mean," Meg sighed. "Would a girl be ruined forever, turn
into a real slut?  But I look at all the others who try it and they seem to
remain the same, albeit becoming more relaxed about life in general."

  "That didn't answer my question."

  "I don't know, honestly. Part of me is keen to give it a whirl, but there
is a contrary feeling that's holding me back."

  "Yeah, me too," Fiona sighed sadly. "Why don't we wait and see what it is
they have in mind for us."

                                     *

  Valli got Meg alone one morning, very obviously having something that she
needed to share.
    
  "You're aware that Wanda and I have our own little enterprise going on in
the hotel," she said conspiritorily. "I don't want to be euphemistic in any
way with you, so the fact of the matter is that we are prostitutes who sell
ourselves for the entertainment of some of the guests. That's not as bad as
it sounds because we love sex and we get a fair bit of pleasure out of what 
we do as well as having a restricted clientele of regular customers to give
a feeling of familiarity with the guys. It is whoring, but with a degree of
friendly respect between us and our clients, despite what we do for them."

  Meg nodded.

  "I'm leaving this job in the not-too-distant future and I'd like to leave
this part to someone who'd appreciate it, preserve our years of accumulated
goodwill and carry it on before passing it on to another who cares.  I know
this all sounds a bit like hyperbole, we're only talking about whoring, but
I think I've done it pretty well for several years and I'd really like this
continue, even if nobody remembers me or my predessors who set it up."

  "You want me to take over?" gulped Megan, both pleased and afraid at this
turn of events after thinking about it for so long.

  "What do you think? Is it something you'd like to try?  Or is it just not 
something you'd consider? We engineered the trip downstairs for you to meet 
George and Gabor to determine your attitudes to casual sex after Fiona told
Wanda about both your marital situations in relation to infidelity. We just 
wanted to know whether or not your expressed desire for revenge was serious
and would be translated into your own act of adultery. I must say that your
readiness to accommodate strange cocks was so much easier for you than mine.
I didn't have it off with either of them until my fourth stocktake so we're
pretty sure you don't have any moral hangups over selling your favours."  

  "No, you're right about that, but there's still the matter of not feeling   
as if I'm abandoning all those conventions to do  with virtue and goodness.
Once I take the step into vice there's no stepping back, in my mind anyway.
How do I deal with that?" asked Meg with a frown.

  "Why do you have too? Surely it's just another experience on life's road,
one that you simply put behind you if you feel so very negatively about it. 
It wasn't for me or Wanda or the scores of other girls who've undertaken an
alternate career in prostitution here. Most of them have simply walked away 
with their extra money at the end of it, like a nice big gratuity. It could
even remain a secret nest egg, a substantial portion anyway," Valli added. 

  What she'd said  made sense, but having had her revenge for her husband's
infidelity, would the money and extra sex compensate for her new reputation     
among her peers and what were the odds for that becoming general knowledge?
Another chat with Fee was in order, before a decision, and she left it like
that with Wanda for the time being.