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.
Gary awoke early in the darkness to the
sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, he could just make out
in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.
Then he thought “I don’t have a clock
radio” so he tried to figure out whose bed he was in and more importantly who
the owner of the long bony finger was.
He tried desperately to identify some point
of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can
see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank, for
example, a carelessly discarded dressing gown can appear to be a sleeping dog
or a sweater dropped haphazardly becomes a sleeping child.
The problem for Gary was that he had been
in a lot of bedrooms in his time, but then a head emerged from beneath the
duvet and Michelle kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to
him.
Michelle Singer was the niece of Sarah
Busby, one of his employees.
She had been sent by her mother to stay
with her aunt to keep her out of trouble.
But after a chance meeting while her aunt
was out of the house she had become another notch in his not inconsiderably
carved bedpost.
And further to that she had become a
regular port of call on Aunt Sarah’s bingo night, which was the previous night.
When Michelle had been particularly
energetic and rode him like a Derby winner and when they crossed the finish
line she collapsed on top of him in an orgasmic heap and then they both fell
asleep and the next morning she was still draped across him breathing
peacefully.
Michelle looked up at him and smiled and
suddenly the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look as
she realised that they were still in her bed together and her Aunt was in the
next room.
“What do we do now?” Gary whispered “Will
she come in?”
“No” she replied “she never does”
“Then you keep watch and I’ll sneak down
stairs when it’s clear” he suggested
“No, wait until she goes in the shower”
Michelle said
“Ok” he acquiesced and then doubtless
spurred on by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his
cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought to himself
Just then they heard Sarah’s bedroom door
open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Michelle said “you
need to go”
Gary slipped out of bed and picked up his
shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading
slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him.
Gary looked down to see Michelle sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock
deep in her mouth
“That isn’t helping” he said
But Michelle just looked at him like a
naughty schoolgirl and carried on her task with relish.
She continued until he was fast nearing the
threshold and gave him one slow lingering suck and looked up at him with a
broad toothy smile before turning to kneel on the bed with her skinny round
arse in the air with everything he wanted on display and ready to receive him,
but with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her
vociferous enjoyment of what was to come.
Standing proud behind her pouting lips and
poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it
beside her
“I think you might need that as well” he
said and a skinny black arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
Although In truth he wasn’t sure that would
be enough either she was a very noisy partner which was evident the moment he
penetrated her.
Although they were regular partners, that
mornings coupling was made all the more exciting because of the risk of being
discovered.
The danger element certainly made them both
exceptionally horny plus Michelle was relishing a final taste of their carnal
embraces for a while as she was going back to her mums for a few weeks.
Gary could clearly hear her moaning beneath
the duvet and he just hoped Aunt Sarah couldn’t.
As Michelle got closer to her finale she
tried to wriggle deeper under cover to supress her final orgasmic scream which
arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust he exploded in her.
He stood behind her with his hands resting
on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth brown
buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling
encounter to his memory.
Reluctantly he withdrew, kissed the small of
her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to get out of here” he said and
began to get dressed while Michelle was still purring, most of her still out of
sight as he slipped on his shoes.
Gary threw back the covers and she rolled
onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs
wide and the horny tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“No time for that now” he said “not that I
don’t want to every bit as much as you do”
Michelle just lay there legs akimbo looking
totally unconvinced.
“Sarah will be out of the shower any minute
now” he entreated
“Oh god” she said with alarm “I forgot
about Aunty”
And the wide eyed look of panic was back on
her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up
and down, “what can we do”
Gary, being no stranger to that type of
predicament, grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said
appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”
She looked down at herself and jumped in
surprise at what she saw, she grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the
door and put it on and giggled.
“Now go and see where she is” he said and
opened the door, Michelle nodded and slipped out onto the landing and returned
a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow
me down”
She nodded and he kissed her then Gary
turned and opened the door.
He tiptoed across the landing with her
right behind him, but he had just stepped down onto the first step when the
bathroom door opened, Gary pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he
looked back towards Michelle she looked like a rabbit caught in the
headlights.
“I’m finished Michelle darling” Aunt Sarah
shouted
“Ok Aunty I’m just going to put the kettle
on” she replied and then Sarah’s bedroom door closed and they let out long
synchronised sighs before exchanging a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously
down the stairs.
At the front door she hugged him and asked
“What am I going to do for the next month?”
He took her hand and selected one long bony
finger and kissed it.
Indicating that she would be satisfying
herself
“Very funny” she said
“You won’t even miss me”
“Of course I will” he replied
“Really?” Michelle asked and looked
doubtful so he kissed her and slipped both hands inside her dressing gown to
cup her breasts.
“Do you think I won’t miss playing with
these?” he said squeezing them gently and she closed her eyes and murmured and
then his hand descended quickly, brushed through the coarse hairs of her bush
and slid his finger down her moist crease.
“And this?” he added and she moaned softly.
And as he removed his finger from between
her sticky lips she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and they kissed
and then she opened the door and let him slip out into the darkness of the
morning.
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