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.
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.
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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