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.
And he wasted no time in marking his
territory, the particular apt saying “don’t shit on your own doorstep” was clearly
lost on Gary because even on his first day he shagged the then 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, The fact he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel was a
bonus but he was uncomfortable about taking all the credit for that though as
in truth it was as a result in no small measure to his decision to promote the
former head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott to assistant manager.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married
to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person.
She 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.
Gary had decided that because she had done
such a wonderful job to such an extent that she was making him look good, so he
decided she deserved a reward.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a
massive impact on Blaire Parrott, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy
relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an
upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping
into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her
alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
In November Blaire had a week off to move
the remainder of her possessions from her former marital home in the village to
her new home at the Gate Lodge.
Her alcoholic,
soon to be ex-husband Ken was still living there but had been arrested for
being drunk and disorderly so she took her opportunity to strike while the iron
was hot and remove every trace of herself from that unhappy place and then she
was done with him.
While she was
away Gary took the opportunity to reward her for her hard work.
And so when she returned
he intercepted her before she had a chance to go in his office.
“Good morning
Miss Parrott, how are you?” he asked pompously
“I’m very well Mr
Playford” she replied in kind
“Did you have a
good week off?” he said less formerly
“Brilliant” she
respond and tried to go into the office
“No not in there,
let’s go in here” he suggested
“I’m not going in
the stationary cupboard with you just because you’re horny” she whispered in
case she was overheard by the unusually large number of people milling around.
“I’m not
suggesting we go in there for my personal gratification” he whispered back
“So this is
business?” she asked
“Very much so” he
replied
So reluctantly,
and still harbouring suspicions, she opened the door and the room was in total
darkness and she was even more suspicious.
“It’s dark” she
said stating the obvious
“Then switch the
light on” Gary said
“I don’t trust
you” she said and reached her hand in and found the switch and when the lights
came on her jaw dropped.
It was no longer
a stationary cupboard it was an office, smaller than Gary’s but it was an
office nonetheless.
“Welcome to the
Assistant Managers Office” he said
“This is for me?”
she asked in total disbelief
“Only until such
time as I can find a better Assistant Manager” he replied and she punched his
arm.
“Go in and make
yourself at home” he said “I have a meeting in Abbottsford so I’ll see you
later”
“Thank you” she
said and touched his hand
It was after nine
when Gary’s car returned to the Hotel and Blaire got up from her desk, she
liked the way that sounded and went out to intercept him.
“Ah Mr Playford,
may I see you in my office?” she said
“Of course you
may” he replied
“Is it entirely
to your liking?” he asked
“Oh yes I love
it” she replied as she closed the door which she discreetly locked.
“What can I do
for you?” he asked
“I need your
help”
“With what?”
“Christening my
desk”
“Ah” he responded
as he felt a slight trouser tickle.
Blaire turned and
rearranged the contents of her desk to accommodate what she had in mind.
As Gary sat back
and watched her, stretching and bending and the trouser tickle had progressed
to a serious stirring.
As she dropped
the last items into her top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place her
telephone on the floor Gary walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both
hands.
Blaire
straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no you don’t,
not from behind, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say
Miss Parrott” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face
him.
She smiled her
luscious smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she
kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over
her curvy hips.
“Let the Christening
begin Mr Playford” Blaire said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slid his
hands up her shapely stocking clad legs.
Gary speculated
that the underwear she was now wearing, a figure hugging silk teddy, was not
the same as she was wearing that morning when he showed her the office.
Blaire was
standing with her ample buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands
resting on the polished wood as his hands passed her stocking tops and as his
fingers caressed the hollow of her inner thigh and began to un-pop the crotch
of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
He pulled the
front of her Teddy aside to expose her neat ginger pussy and as he knelt before her he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she
murmured in approval then he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her
umami tang.
Gary stood up in front of her where she was
still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over
her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his full arousal and gripping it
firmly she plugged him into her creamy heat.
As he achieved full penetration she wrapped
her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and
simultaneously her arms locked around his neck as he christened the desk hard.
Blaire was no
stranger to his particular managerial technique and she was moaning delightfully
as she received him and when she released her grip from around his neck and lay
back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Until finally she
threw her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she reached the
glorious end.
“Was that what
you had in mind?” he asked as he stood panting above her but Blaire didn’t
answer but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
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