(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day he shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as they all came with a bed.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
(Part 02)
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Gary tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He hadn’t noticed before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like, and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
(Part 03)
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again.
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