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.
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.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he
surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of
managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side of the business and it was
becoming a popular venue for functions.
This was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the
former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott.
This was after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his resignation, he had been
a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten years and had been the
Assistant Manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those and when the Manager’s
vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too
much for him to take.
It left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed someone who knew
the place inside out and Blaire Parrott was the only person that fitted the
bill so he offered her the job.
“If you’re only promoting me because we’re fuck buddies then I don’t
want it” she said
“I thought you knew all about my reputation” he said
“I do” she replied
“Then you should know that I do not sentimentalise sex” he pointed out
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a
first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good” Gary said
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?” he asked
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
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 truth he was rather ambushed.
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with
short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had 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 which was why she was so
receptive to Gary’s attentions.
She had worked at the hotel for three years
and had been head of housekeeping for two, and was now the assistant manager.
She had substituted her uniform of dark
blue skirt and jacket and was wearing a turquoise green suit, a crisp white
blouse and black opaque tights, but the most noticeable thing she was wearing
was an accessory, a smile.
She was very proud to have been promoted
and the majority of the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it
down to her being rewarded for services rendered.
Gary was feeling rather pleased with
himself for persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her
promotion was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the
way that they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was
not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well,
meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did
best, seducing women.
He certainly had no intention of marring
Blaire’s first day in the job he wanted to enjoy her moment.
However fate took a hand when an angry
guest had a problem that demanded the presence of both of them.
As suspected the guest had somewhat
overdramatised the situation and what he had suspected was a water leak turned
out to have been caused by him knocking his glass of water off his night stand
while he was sleeping.
With a very embarrassed guest skilfully
placated by Blaire the pair of them went down the fire escape stairs.
“Well done” he said “and you look very nice
today by the way”
“Is that not sexual harassment?” she asked
“Not at all, I’m merely complimenting a
co-worker on her appearance” he said “but I can give an example of sexual
harassment if you like”
“Ok I’m here to learn” she said and so Gary
pushed her into the corner of the stairwell and kissed her and when he had
finished he said
“That would be considered a mild example”
“Ok yes I can see that” she agreed
“Whereas this…” he began and put his hand
straight up her skirt and fingered her though her tights, at first she was arid and dry, but
whether it was the surprise of his attention or the danger of being caught in
the stairwell, she moistened very quickly and the fabric of her tights and
draws were soon slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to
ooze through the material, Blaire wriggled beneath his hand and moaned loudly.
“I think this is sexual harassment” she said
“No, I see it more as a celebratory finger”
he corrected
“Bollocks to that” she snapped “I want
celebratory cock”
She extracted his hand from her crotch and
fumbled in her pocket and brought out her master key.
“Come this way” she said and went back up
the stairs to where they had come from.
Blaire had noticed a vacant room next to
their disgruntled guest.
Blaire took the
Playford Palace card off the doorknob and turned it over to the “do not disturb”
side and rehung it and then she calmly opened the door.
Gary found her calm
efficiency very arousing especially as he knew that all was not so calm down
below.
But once inside the
room her calm façade melted away as Blaire quickly closed the door and began
undoing his belt.
“We can’t use the
bed as it being occupied later” she said and with great manual dexterity she
unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and unceremoniously yanked his cock
out.
“I’m in your hands
completely” he said and then she let go of his erect cock and wriggled out of
her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her
tights and pulled her panties to one side.
“Happy first day to
me” she said and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself up onto
his arousal.
His cock was so
hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took one attempt, with Gary
gripping a buttock in each hand, for him to achieved full penetration.
“Oh God” she
exclaimed, “that’s so good”
And Blaire kissed
his mouth and she inhaled deeply through her nose as she rose and fell on his
shaft.
She stopped kissing
him and Blaire began tonguing his ear and her course rasping breaths urging him
on so he pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her
and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.
He had her pinned
against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs
gripped his hips firmly.
He would have liked
to have liberated her tits from their lacy bondage but there was no time for
such luxuries.
The sounds of her
moans were reverberating in his head as they reached the summit and they were
both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the
vestibule floor when out of nowhere they found their second wind and drove on,
until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was
desperately close and with a satisfied squeal she cried out in orgasm as he
grunted his last hurrah seconds later.
Neither of them
were sure how long they stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt
so good they could have stayed like it forever.
“Damn” she panted,
“that’s what I call sexual harassment”
And then Blaire
laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and
caused him to twitch.
“Nice” she murmured
As they were
walking down the stairs for the second time she said
“I think I was a bit hasty with the tights,
they were new on today”
“Well you do realise that as assistant
manager you get a clothing allowance” he said
“Really” Blaire Parrott said “Sweet”
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