Clayton is a small village in the Northeast
corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings
and a greater number of more humble homes and of 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 truth he was rather ambushed.
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 and it was becoming a popular venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with
him, there had been no reported scandals and he had turned around the fortunes
of the hotel, and so he invited him up to London for the weekend for a
celebratory meal but as he was conscious that his success was due more to
Blaire Parrott’s efforts than his own so he dragged her along as well.
As they drove along the Pepperstock
Expressway he said
“I don’t think we should do any of the fuck
buddy stuff this weekend”
“I agree” she said
“Good”
“Besides I was hoping to do better” she
said and they both laughed
They spent a fairly uneventful day together
and the meal went without a hitch however afterwards there earlier pledge made
in the cold light of day and complete sobriety seemed unlikely to hold and was
made problematic because by midnight Blaire was very well oiled with the best
part of a bottle of wine and the simmering fire in her loins had reached
boiling point.
So as they stood by the lift Blaire and
Gary looked at each other in despair.
“I think I should escort you to your room
Ms Parrott” he suggested gallantly
“Oh Goody” Blaire whispered, “I’m horny”
“How horny exactly?” he asked
“You’ll find out as soon as we get
upstairs” Blaire slurred and pressed floor 9, then Gary pressed 3, which was
the floor they actually wanted.
The doors closed just in time to prevent a
rather oily looking man in an expensive suit from joining them, and the moment
the doors closed Blaire pinned him in the corner and thrust her tongue in his
mouth.
Then with a “ping” the door opened again to
reveal an elderly couple, so Blaire resumed her position beside him and wiped
her mouth on her sleeve.
The couple entered the lift and stood in
front of them as the doors closed again.
This was the cue for Blaire to start
rubbing the bulge in his trousers as the lift slowly ascended continuing its
journey first to the 9th floor then back down to 3, by which time his cock was
straining to escape.
When they had exited the lift he walked as
quickly as the swelling in his pants would allow, which was actually very
slowly where as his horny assistant manager was streets ahead of him.
So after what seemed like an age he reached
her room, Blaire was already inside and when he closed the door she emerged
from the bathroom as good as naked.
Most of her clothes were strewn about the
floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan not quite long enough to
conceal her bush.
Her breasts were just about covered and her
erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the
garment in place.
“What kept you?” she said closing the
distance between them.
“I’m Sorry” he said eyeing her up and down
“Am I too late for room service?”
“Never mind, let’s get started and get you
checked in” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and
tugging his old chap from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper
hotelier?” he said, “I don’t think that’s in the manual”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and
started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say Miss” he answered and
kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.
He couldn’t go fast, firstly because he was
going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle.
Gary then felt something pressing against
his calves and Blaire let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.
To his great relief he landed on the sofa
and Blaire was instantly astride him.
“Now we need to make you comfortable,” she
said in a very lascivious way and wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted
herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet
and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely
engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he
gripped onto her buttocks as she rose and fell on his shaft kissing briefly and
she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo.
When they stopped kissing and Blaire
tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and hear her course rasping
breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took
from him.
Blaire had him pinned down and her arms
were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.
And with her moans growing ever louder, as
she raced towards orgasm, and they approached the summit she was tiring and so
he had to maintain his hold on her arse in order to steady the ship.
She drove on through gritted teeth and her
hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a
yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds’ later empting his aching sack
into her cunny.
They stayed locked in passions embrace for
some time, panting hard.
“I think” she panted, “You’re pretty well
booked in now”
Then Blaire laughed lustily
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