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.
Although in his defence he was rather ambushed.
He had met the staff informally at the beginning of the day and then
chose to do a walk around and meet people again where they worked.
He had noticed her among the group dressed
in her uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.
She was five foot eight with short red
hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a
pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Blaire was 26 years old and married to an
alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years and she had worked at the
hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two.
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge,
she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting
because she was definitely flirting with him.
When he went on his walkabout he could see Blaire Parrott as soon as he walked into the lounge,
she wasn’t wearing her uniform but he recognised her from the earlier meeting
because she was definitely flirting with him.
“Hello” he said “Shouldn’t you be working”
“I’m on my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m sorry,” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”
“Ok but I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag
“Well that explains her mood, she’s on the blob” he thought to himself
Five minutes later she returned looking flushed
“We can go now” She said and strode off
“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her
Blaire led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only,
down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s got a bit of an attitude” he thought, perhaps he was mistaken
about the flirting, but clearly not about the period.
“She won’t remain head of housekeeping for long with her mind set”
The door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a
storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a
storage cupboard, Blaire was all over him, she already had her white shirt
opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why
wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was
flirting with him.
And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was
straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her
hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.
“Blimey, you’re as changeable as the weather” he said after breaking
away from her mouth “First you flirt with me, then you’re rude to me, and now
groping me, what has got into you?”
“You in a minute I hope” She replied and kissed him hard on the mouth
again
“Why now?” he asked escaping her lips again “not that I’m not enjoying
it”
“Because I’m so bloody horny” she said planting another kiss on his
mouth.
“And where’s your bra” he asked curiously “I’m sure you had one on this
morning”
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here”
he thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then
she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no
encouragement from him.
“Well I’m not sure this is what my dad had in mind when he sent me here”
Gary thought as Blaire had finally debagged him and released his cock and then
she was quickly on her knees and takin him in her mouth, which she did with no
encouragement from him.
Blaire sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to
allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after
wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again
Gary pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs
so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled
it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he
turned his attention to her knickers, he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers?” He asked more than a little surprised
“Don’t tell me they’re in your handbag”
“Where else?” she replied
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly
in his ear so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted
her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection
she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her
hot cunny.
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered as Blaire’s legs locked around his middle and
he banged her against the door with one hand on her hip and the other gripping
the coat hook and as he banged her, her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer
and each stroke produced a grunt.
“Mmmm”
And as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened the slaps and
grunts increased with them until they reached a crescendo and the coat hook
came off in his hand.
They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she
said.
“Welcome to the Clayton Manor”
“Does everyone get a welcome like that?” he asked
“No, only the ones with a reputation” she panted
“What reputation would that be?”
“The one that says you’ll shag anyone, anywhere” she said
“Oh so news of my bad character has preceded me” he said
“You might say that”
“And did I live up to my rep then?” he asked
“Oh yes” she said, “and it was very acceptable”
“Good” he said sincerely “and I hope there are other places of interest
in the hotel that you can show me”
“Definitely” she said smiling
They quickly made themselves decent which involved her retrieving he bra
and drawers from her handbag and then they exited the cupboard and retraced
their steps back down the corridor.
“Maintenance will need to replace that coat hook” he said and they both
laughed.
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