In the small but
thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their
everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as
their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape,
from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and
manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the
Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful
coastline to the east.
But it’s in the
beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles
situated to the west
of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find
themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the
Hotel was dressed for Christmas.
Whereas
Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she
was very lusty indeed.
She was a tall and
slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her
beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that
she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over.
Morella liked two things
in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot
women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.
She loved sex and
always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying
it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short
since.
However, if she was
unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and
accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.
Of course, working as the
night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust,
because she wasn’t fussy.
Apart from her
bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella
also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body
shape, or hair colour.
She liked the tall,
short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce
of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to
multiple partners.
The Hotel was
exceptionally busy with Christmas fast approaching so there were extra staff as
well as extra hours for existing staff, which meant extra money for Morella,
and that did come in very handy.
It did curtail her
sexual pursuits somewhat, but she would make up for lost times after Christmas.
Doing the extra hours
meant didn’t necessarily mean doing the extra hours in your normal job, you
could end up working in any department, so for a lot of the time Morella had to
give up the reception desk and her smart clothes.
So, on the second
Sunday of advent she was dressed in old leggings, unflattering footwear and a
baggy sweater as she and bar manager Geoff Bolden were paired together.
She liked Geoff, he
was a quiet good-looking man in his early forties, slim, almost elegant in
stature and she thought he smelt gorgeous.
He was a widow and
Morella had already used her well-practiced seductive skill set and finessed
him into shagging her, and they had repeated the experience many times over the
following few weeks, and she thought sex with him was very pleasurable, but she
moved on to pastures new because he wasn’t dynamic enough to take the lead, she
always had to seduce him.
However, there was no
awkwardness between them despite the fact they hadn’t fucked since the summer.
“Come on” he said, and
he and Morella walked down the steps down to the wine cellar.
It was no more than a
minute or so after she’d put down the box she was carrying before he was on her
and took her firm young body in his arms and kissed her.
She acquiesced in her
response, so he began to fumble inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way
through the scant layers of cotton and silk until he reached her bare flesh and
then moments later his hands were on her plump tits.
In response to his
unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her
darting tongue explored every inch of it and she snorted noisily through her
nose.
Morella’s mouth, lips
and tongue kissed, licked and nibbled their way to his ear as Geoff’s hands
were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks
until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump
cheeks as well.
Once her knickers and
leggings were at half-mast Geoff turned his attention to moister fare and his
fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Morella stopped tonguing his
ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him a dirty smile and his finger
slipped inside her creamy crease and her smile widened and her eyes rolled back
into her head as he roughly fingered her.
Morella was pinned
against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was
loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready, which Geoff
clearly sensed, because he turned her to face the wall and slid his left hand
across her soft belly and firmly gripped her right hip and lifted her body off
the ground, bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft
and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her
eager loins.
Morella gasped as he
penetrated her,
“Oh God Geoff”
Continuing to support
her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, her legs dangled and swung
like she was a rag doll, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,
Getting ever closer to
the threshold she panted through gritted teeth, and he grunted on every stroke
until it ended with Morella’s scream of satisfaction as he exploded inside her,
before they both collapsed to the floor.
“Wow Geoff” She panted
“that’s what happens when you take the initiative”
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