(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.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
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 shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.
Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.
She was also celebrating her 50th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.
However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.
“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly
“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said
“Oh give me strength” she retorted
“Is that a no then?” he asked
“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door
“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself
(Part 02)
As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.
He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.
“Hello” he said with surprise
“Can I help?” she asked
“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers.
“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said
“Your Aunty?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”
“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said
“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford
“Why don’t you come in?”
“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face
She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.
“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied
“I don’t really want a hot drink”
He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him.
“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him
“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested
Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.
At which point she pushed him away.
“I’ve heard all about you” she said
“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted
“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.
She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
(Part 03)
Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.
Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.
He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.
Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.
She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.
He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.
Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.
Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.
He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked
“Are you sure, given my reputation?”
“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs
Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.
He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.
“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.
Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.
Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.
And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.
“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”
They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.
When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him
“Did she like it?”
“Oh yes” he replied instantly
“Was she surprised?”
“She was indeed” Gary said
“That’s nice” Blaire said
“And did she appreciate the delivery?”
“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said
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