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.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire
Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.
This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in
recommending twenty seven years old Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood
barely five feet tall.
She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away
but she was as strong as an ox.
She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become
firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have
developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a
cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.
When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely
gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in
response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and
very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time
for indulgencies.
Denise was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely
went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for
indulgencies.
Which was why she was on duty one evening when a guest phoned down
requesting additional towels.
With a bundle of towels in her arms Denise knocked on the door and a
moment later Ann Belcher opened it.
“Fresh towels Madam” she said
“lovely” Denise thought as she looked her over, pretty face, blue
eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair, 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, gorgeous
figure, housed in a black cocktail dress, thick black tights and heels.
“Thank you” Ann said “Can you put them in the bathroom?”
Then she watched as Ann kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa with
her legs up.
After Denise had replaced the towels and generally tidied up she
reappeared to find Ann sitting where she had last seen her.
“Will there be anything else madam?” she asked
And Ann tried to speak but tears started to well up in her eyes and
then they ran uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Denise rushed over to her and knelt on the floor beside her and
offered herself up as comfort
“Whatever is the matter?” she asked which just elicited more sobs so
she offered a consoling arm
“I’m so sorry” she said gratefully accepting Denise’s open arms and
buried her tearstained face in her neck.
Denise then made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a
shoulder to cry on was the full extent of her expertise.
They held that position for some time until Ann’s sobs began to get
shallower and shallower and eventually abated altogether.
But still she held on to Denise tightly and began to nuzzle her neck
and she could feel Ann’s breath on her skin, which was when her thoughts
changed from those of consolation to those of lust.
While still nuzzling Denise’s neck her hands began to caress up and
down her back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.
She reciprocated the caresses and in an instant Ann’s mouth was on
hers.
Miss Belchers lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was
energetic and her hands began to claw at Denise’s blouse, dragging it free of
her waistband and then with great urgency she pulled herself upright so she was
seated in front of the maid as her fingers fumbled at her shirt buttons and
when she had accomplished her task she almost ripped the shirt off her back.
And then those trembling hands were on her flesh and she sighed and
exhaled through her nose.
Denise meanwhile had one hand on the zip of the guests dress and
tugged it down without ceremony while her other hand pulled the dress off her
shoulder reluctantly Ann released her grip on Denise’s torso long enough to
allow her dress to fall to her waist from where she quickly wriggled her arms
free of the sleeves and then they returned to their previous task and unhooked
the maids bra.
The kissing became more intense as Denise’s attentions turned to the
horny guests’ bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the
black lace with her hands.
In response Ann snorted though her nose as Denise toyed with her
stiffening nipples.
Denise pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke her lips away from
her mouth and quickly transferred her affections to her dark pink teats,
sucking on them like a hungry child as her hand began its trek along the inside
of Ann’s thigh, where only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights came
between Denise and the silky skin of the guests inner thigh.
She loved the feel of the fabric against her palm, it felt so warm and
welcoming in its density and as her hand crept ever-higher up Ann’s firm thigh,
which along with its partner opened and closed in anticipation, and she moaned
quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, her breaths becoming deep and
erratic.
The maids hand reached the prize and could feel the heat from Ann’s
pussy and as she looked down at Ann she could see she was in a frenzy, her head
was rolling back and forth, and she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
Her lips returned to Ann’s breasts, which were rising and falling and
Denise could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
She stopped sucking on her tits again choosing instead to watch her as
she reached the heart of her fire and fingered her though her tights and
panties.
The 70 denier materiel was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until
her cream oozed through the fabric, Ann wriggled beneath her hand and moaned
like a whore.
Ann Belcher’s hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles
whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in
orgasm.
The horny housekeeper reached up under her dress with both hands and
smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then she went up
there again for her panties but this time the guest obliged her by lifting her
arse off the sofa, and the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks but as she
tugged her wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a
plaster being removed which simultaneously made Ann gasp and Denise giggle.
The head of housekeeping then pulled both tights and panties all the
way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle she began kissing Ann all the
way down her leg so she could give her a thorough muffing.
Denise got as far as the back of her knee when she exclaimed
“Oh God”
And by the time that lips reached lips she was begging for
satisfaction.
Ann’s legs were spread wide, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette
pussy hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.
So Denise introduced her tongue between her lips and Ann let out a low
animal growl.
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