Blair the Quarterly Whore
written by:
Jayson Kay

It wasn't so much as a job as it was an identity.

Blair had married young; 23 and only a year out of college. She met Gary, her future husband while working as an intern. It started as a fling. Blair had always been very casual when it came to sex. She owned her promiscuity and had an appetite for trying new things and with new partners. This was the case with Gary. She'd never been with an older guy before and despite the fact that he was 14 years her senior, she was attracted to him. He was a nice guy, a good lay and he didn't go running his mouth that the new intern was putting out.

Things were going well for Blair. In addition to her secret fling with Gary, she had been hired as a full time employee and because the company saw her as a rising star, they were even offering to pay for grad school classes at night. She was on the fast track to be sure but all that was derailed when she found out she was pregnant. All her plans had been to put her career first; starting a family was something far off in the distance and truth be told, she wasn't sure if she would ever even want that. Being a mother and a wife felt like an old fashioned cliché to her... something to be avoided.

Blair considered all her options of course and had it not been for a last minute, inspired speech from Gary she probably wouldn't have kept the baby. They had never really had any sentimental or passionate conversation before so she was caught off guard when he tearfully told her that he wanted her to keep the baby because at his age, it was might be the last chance he had to start a family.

Three weeks later they were in a courthouse getting married. Those first few months of marriage didn't really feel real to Blair until her water broke. She delivered a baby girl and with that Blair was a mother and a wife... the cliché she'd always wanted to avoid.

As it turned out though, the cliché wasn't so bad. Gary loved her. He was from a good family and was supportive both emotionally and financially. She was secure and content and really loved being a mother. A second child soon followed and she was so busy being a mother and wife that she didn't have time to think about her own personal fulfillment.

Once the kids started school however, her days were suddenly empty and all she had was time. All her college friends were establishing themselves in careers and enjoying the end of their 20s while Blair was home watching daytime TV. Whenever she tried reestablishing connections with them and going out on a girls night she couldn't help feeling like the old lady, the mom, the one who had to leave early.

She could feel herself sinking into depression and wasn't sure who she was anymore. For a while Gary brought her back to work part time at the old company but that proved to be more painful than helpful. Where she had once been earmarked as a future executive she was now just "the boss's wife", someone to be placated and humored.

At home she was Mom, at work she was Gary's wife, with her friends she was the cautionary tale of ‘what can go wrong when the condom breaks'.

And then one day she got a call from a college friend turned corporate headhunter. She said she found a perfect position for Blair. It was an up-and-coming company that had just expanded into the region and was looking for someone to head up their HR department. Blair felt under qualified until she saw the offer. The money wasn't much at all but oddly enough that actually made her feel better about position. Only someone fresh out of school would take such a modest offer... or someone desperate to get out of the house and get a fresh start at a new career.

Blair took the job. Balancing a full time schedule with two kids was a challenge at first but between her and Gary, they made it work. Within a few months Blair started to feel something like herself again. She had a career and an identity and a life that wasn't solely wrapped up in being a mother or a wife. She felt confident again and ironically, as she turned 30 years old she felt young again for the first time in years.

She took to wearing skirts that showed off her long legs and blouses that accentuated her modest but shapely cleavage. She got plenty of admiring looks and even the occasional flirtatious probe from one of her male colleagues. Of course having the HR job title went a long way in deflecting any aggressive advances.

Not that Blair was above such temptations. On the contrary, there were several men at her work that Blair wouldn't have minded fooling around with. It had been over 7 years since she'd felt the exhilaration brought about by a new lover and sex with Gary had grown infrequent and robotic. She welcomed the opportunity to have a casual fling but she had a lot more to risk now than when she'd been a slutty college girl. She decided that when she crossed that line, it would have to be under the right circumstances.

As it turned out, she didn't have to wait long for a perfect opportunity however. Blair was expected to attend quarterly meetings back at the corporate office. The meetings lasted 2 days and required her to fly out on a Wednesday and fly home on a Friday... which meant two nights alone in a hotel.

The first night in the hotel she went down to the bar and had a few drinks. She met a guy, they danced a few times and at one point even shared a brief kiss but she got nervous and balked when he invited her to his room. He was there again the next night however and this time, she went through with it and enjoyed every second.

As she felt the long and powerful thrusts from a new penis for the first time in so many years, Blair became lost in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and pulled him into her, savoring the sensation and cumming harder than she had in years.

It wasn't so much that this guy's cock was bigger than Gary's (although it was); and it wasn't so much that he was a more skilled lover (although he was). What turned Blair on so tremendously was the taboo of committing adultery. The danger was a rush and made her feel alive the way sex had way back when she had been lustful teenager. She decided right then and there, with this stranger's cock buried deep inside her, that she would use these quarterly meetings to feed her long neglected sexual appetite. She even convinced herself that the excursions would somehow make her a better wife... and to an extent, it actually did. She returned home feeling less restless and more devoted to her familial duties than she had in quite some time. With a career and a sex life, Blair never had to feel like she'd sacrificed too much ever again.

Of course, her next quarterly trip proved to be a disappointment, at least on the first night. She went down to the hotel bar and hoping to find a lover for the night but the only prospect turned out to be a really nice guy who was more interested in starting a relationship than fucking her brains out. She already had a nice guy who didn't know how to fuck her waiting at home. What a let down. She thought she had been putting out the "slutty" vibes pretty strong but apparently not strong enough.

The next night was her last chance to ‘play' before heading back home so she decided to take a more proactive approach. As soon as her meetings for the day were through she drove her rental car right to the mall in search of the sexiest outfit she could find. She wanted to make sure that any man she pursued would not mistake her for anything but ‘horny' and ‘available'.

She ended up buying a short black skirt that hugged her shapely ass and showed off her long tan legs. She paired it with a red silk blouse that she left unbuttoned enough that it showed plenty of cleavage and just a hint of the Victoria Secret bra propping up her perky tits.

She pulled her long dark hair back in a pony tail and applied just enough eye shadow to give her that mysterious look. As she gave herself one last look in the mirror she couldn't help but notice that she looked like a high class whore. The thought made her panties wet which reminded her to slide those off and stuff them in her purse.

As soon as she got to the bar she could feel the eyes staring at her lustfully. "This is more like it," Blair thought to herself as she told the bartender to start a tab. She ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and a pack of cigarettes. She rarely smoked but when she did it always made her feel wanton and provocative. She sat there sipping her drink and smoking as seductively as she could, discreetly taking inventory of potential suitors. She was starting to feel a bit underwhelmed by the clientele and then she saw a man sitting at a table that immediately caught her eye.

The first thing she noticed was that although he was wearing a fine suit, the outfit didn't seem to match his appearance. His head was shaved clean but his cheeks were showing a bit of stubble. He had steely blue eyes and a strong chin but his nose was bent and pushed off to the side slightly, as though he might have been a boxer in a former life. He didn't look especially tall but she could tell that under the suit jacket and dress shirt he was quite muscular. Frankly, he looked a little dangerous to Blair but he also looked like a guy who might fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.

She sat watching him as she smoked her cigarette. Their eyes met and she took a deep drag, letting the smoke roll around her tongue before seductively blowing it out into the air above her. She tried to gauge his interest but his face was a blank slate which only increased her interest. She decided the mere fact that his eyes were on her said as much as needed to be said.

Blair continued smoking her cigarette, taking long drags and savoring the contrast of the burn in her throat followed by the soothing flood of ice cold liquor. They kept up the eye contact and by the time she finished her drink her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. She decided to make the first move and walked across the bar confidently; sitting down at his table across from him.

"It's not taken is it?" she asked as she crossed her legs.

"It is now," he replied.

"Well, I wasn't going to sit over there all night waiting for you to get the courage to come buy me a drink," she teased.

This made the man grin, if only for a brief second but it was enough for Blair to feel certain she could have him if she wanted him. And she did want him.

After a few seconds the man finally replied, "Maybe I was just waiting because I wanted to watch you walk across the bar in that skirt."

Now Blair was the one with the grin.

The man signaled to the bar tender for 2 more drinks and leaned across the table to light Blair's cigarette. He told her his name was David and that he worked in "private security". Blair was curious as to what that entailed exactly but she knew better than to ask.

His eyes alternated between lustily staring at her full lips as she smoked and then down to her exposed cleavage. Her nipples were still hard and she was sure he noticed.

After they finished their drinks David leaned in closer to Blair conspiratorially and said, "I don't mean to sound too forward but I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

Blair nodded knowingly, waiting for him to invite her to his room.

"So if you don't mind, maybe we can get all the details out of the way now?"

This caught Blair off guard. She wasn't sure what he meant.

"Details?" she confusedly asked.

David gave her a slightly annoyed look. "You know... How much money?"

Suddenly it occurred to her- David thought she was a hooker!

For a brief moment she was embarrassed, almost outraged. But then she remembered seeing herself in the mirror earlier in the night when she had the exact same thought. And of course, that thought had actually turned her on. So it would be silly for her to be offended now. Instead she decided that, once again, the idea was turning her on. She wasn't a whore but she could certainly play the role, if only for the night.

Before she could back out or give it a second thought she heard herself saying the words, "Five hundred dollars."

She wasn't sure how she had come up with that number but David didn't seem fazed at all. He nodded in contemplation and slid his chair closer towards hers.

"It's a little more than I usually like to pay," he started to explain as he placed his hand under the table and on her inner thigh. "But I bet you're worth it," he concluded. As he said this, his hand slid up and Blair felt his cold fingers as they reached the warm folds of her soaking wet cunt. He rubbed her slit up and down for a moment and then pushed a finger inside her.

"And how much will $500 get me?"

Blair was so worked up now that she could hardly concentrate on keeping up the conversation.

"It gets you as much as you want for as long as you want," she finally managed to reply.

This made David smile. He worked his finger in and out slowly as Blair bit her lip to keep from moaning. She wondered if anyone could see what they were doing but she didn't care enough to look around. Finally, he pulled his finger out of her and pressed it to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and moaned, enjoying it.

A few minutes later she found herself being undressed in David's room with an extra $500 in her purse.

Typically, Blair liked to take a more aggressive role in the bedroom but she felt that circumstances in this situation didn't really call for that. David was renting her body and she was eager to let him use it however he wanted.

He soon had her standing topless with her skirt pulled up around her waist. His arms were wrapped around her, hands squeezing her ass cheeks and started kissing her tits; sucking gently on the meat of her cleavage before wandering to her nipples. He gave each a playful nibble and when Blair groaned at this with pleasure he bit down a little harder, just enough to send a jolt of bitter sweet pain through her body.

As he continued to suck, nibble and bite her tits, one of his hands reached around to find her shaved wet pussy. Without warning he slid his middle finger between her folds and deep inside her. Blair gasped at this and David started stroking his long finger into her, deep and hard, almost lifting her off her feet. She had never been finger fucked in such an aggressive way. Had her cunt not been absolutely soaking wet it would have unbearable... but of course it was wet and so she enjoyed it.

David sucked her nipple in deep and hard now as he continued to pulverize her little pussy with his finger. When his thumb found her clit it nearly sent her over the edge. Just as she felt the wave of orgasm approaching though, David pulled his finger out abruptly. Blair stood there ready to melt into the floor, unsteady on her feet. Mercifully David pulled her towards the bed, forcefully pushing her onto the mattress flat on her stomach.

"Are you ready to get fucked?" David asked her as he began removing his clothes.

"Oh please Daddy," Blair heard herself reply. She turned her head back to watch him. Just as she thought, his body was toned and muscular. He had tattooed rosary beads around his neck, and some words written in Latin across his abdomen. There was also a rather sinister looking scar across his rib cage. She had never been fucked by a man that exuded masculinity quite the way he did. To say she was looking forward to it would be a dramatic understatement.

She tried to get a glimpse of his cock as he started to unbuckle his pants. She had always prided herself on being able to pick men that were well endowed and she felt deep in her loins that David would be big. Before she could see the goods though, he ordered Blair to get on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

She did as she was told and sat waiting in anticipation for David to slip inside of her. Like everything else he'd done with her so far, he did so with force and confidence. He pushed himself into her without warning as deep as he could, slamming into her cervix without care. He was big alright. Blair couldn't tell quite how long but she knew he was thick. As he began stroking into her hard and deep she adjusted herself so her pussy could accommodate him better.

His aggression and disregard for her comfort only proved to turn Blair on more. David was fucking her like a whore and in this moment of course... she was a whore... and she was enjoying it immensely.

As he continued to ram home his thick and powerful cock Blair felt herself closing in on that orgasm she had just missed out on minutes before. David reached foreword and grabbed her ponytail, pulling Blair back towards him and pushing himself in even deeper.

"Oh my god!" Blair exclaimed feeling her cunt was penetrated deeper than she had felt in years. She was absolutely being stretched full to her limit and it felt blissful.

"You like that bitch?" she heard David ask.

She went over the edge at that point, lost in orgasm. Her trembling box gripped his cock and wave after wave of pleasure passed through her body. She collapsed in a heap onto the bed, dizzy with pleasure, tingling all over. For a second she thought she might pass out because the sensation was so strong. Finally, after she came back to down to earth she turned back around to David. He was standing at the edge of the bed, naked, beautiful and with a gorgeous rock hard cock glistening wet from their fucking. He was grinning at her, satisfied with his work.

Blair crawled over to him, determined to finish him off with a well deserved orgasm of his own.

She gripped his cock tightly. It was probably 7 inches or so she thought to herself, but she'd never had one quite so thick.

"I want to swallow your cum," she told him in a matter of fact tone.

She took his head into her mouth and sucked back the salty precum. He was of course covered in the juices of her orgasm and she set about licking off every drop of herself. She'd always loved the taste of wet cunt, especially her own.

Once that was done she decided to give his balls some attention, jerking his shaft slow and steady as licked and sucked each ball alternately. At that point David's breathing began to hurry a bit and she knew he was probably close. She took his cock back into her mouth and slid it slowly into the back of her throat. It was the perfect size to take deeply. She bobbed her head up and down and reached around, grabbing his bare ass and pulling him in until her lips reached the base of manhood.

Slowly she let him slide back out until only the head of his cock was between her lips. She urgently began jerking as she sucked his head. Finally she felt him twitch between her lips and her mouth was flooded with thick, warm seed. She swallowed back as fast as she could, managing to take down several waves of his cum. Only a solitary drop managed to escape, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her tits.

Now it was David's turn to collapse down onto the bed in a heap. As he did, Blair got up and began dressing. This moment -the immediate aftermath- had sometimes made Blair feel remorseful in the past but she felt surprisingly numb to any regret or shame. If anything she felt powerful.

Before she left David got up to walk her to the door. He had his wallet in his hand. "I've never fucked a whore like you," he said as he opened it and pulled out another wad of cash.

"That's because there are no whores quite like me," she replied as she took the extra money. It was four crisp $100 bills. When she first saw David at the bar she wanted to let him fuck her pussy for free and yet somehow she had managed to get paid $900 to let him fuck it AND she'd had the best orgasm of her life.

"When can I have you again?" He asked.

Blair thought about this for a moment, she hadn't decided whether or not this would be a one-time thing yet.

"I'll be back in three months," she tentatively replied.

"You know," David said, "I can bring you lots of clients when you do come back. Good ones, rich ones."

At this Blair leaned in and kissed him deep on the lips; her tongue probing his mouth and swirling to meet his. Finally she pulled away, ever so slightly sucking his lower lip as she broke the kiss.

"You better," she replied as she shut the door.

Tomorrow Blair would go back to being an HR woman, sitting through meetings. The she would fly home to be a mother and wife once again. But at that moment, she was still a whore.

She realized as she walked back to her room that she could hardly wait for the next quarterly meeting so she could be one again.