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.
As Christmas fast
approached, she found opportunities hard to come by so had to get by with a
little harmless flirting and a lot of masturbation.
But one day as she was
nearing the end of her shift her first-class flirting got her into an
altercation which led to a reward.
The flirting occurred
when Mr. and Mrs. Benson checked in, she knew at the time the Mrs. Benson
didn’t like it, but she did it anyway.
On their second
meeting they wanted to book a sauna and a massage, the former for Mark and the
Latter for Zoe.
As they approached the
desk she smiled and said
“Good morning Mr. and
Mrs. Benson”
And genuinely expected
the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite
different.
“Don’t you dare good
morning me you tart” she bawled
“Stop flirting with my
husband”
At that precise moment
a small, attractive, dark-haired Fifty something woman was approaching the desk.
It was the owner and
general manager of the Hotel, Yvonne Labuschagne.
“Abusing my staff will
not be tolerated” Yvonne stated forcefully
Zoe Benson opened her mouth to speak but
Yvonne didn’t allow her the opportunity
“If you have a
complaint about a member of staff there is a procedure in place to do so”
Again, Zoe tried to
speak
“If you’re unable to
conduct yourself with dignity and self-control while you are here then I
suggest you try a different Hotel”
Yvonne paused briefly
to allow an interjection but as none was forthcoming, she continued.
“Now if you would like
to speak with Kenneth he will attend to your needs”
Zoe clearly wasn’t
happy, but she was sensible enough to realize she wasn’t going to win against
Yvonne.
Yvonne then looked over
to Morella and nodded who then smiled and mouthed the words “Thank you”
Morella would have
left it at that but at the end of her shift she went to the staff room to get
her coat and bag when she inadvertently overheard a heated conversation, and
the voices belonged to the Benson’s.
“No, I wasn’t ogling
her” Mark said and paused
“Your tongue was
hanging out” Zoe snapped
“Don’t exaggerate” he
responded impatiently
“She was coming onto
you”
“Was she? I didn’t
notice?”
She missed some of the
converse because a group of rowdy guests bustled past heading towards
reception, so couldn’t make out every word, but she recognized words like
whore, slut, and skinny bitch and that just made her mad, so she decided to get
even, and headed towards the saunas.
After his wife had
stormed off to get her massage he made his way towards the changing rooms, and
once he had undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist, he walked to the
sauna door, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the
beautiful brown-haired receptionist sitting on the middle bench in the sauna
completely naked, legs spread wide and fingering her hairy pussy.
He stayed outside the
door, not because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but because he didn’t want
her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the
little window.
Morella knew he was
there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it, she enjoyed it too, it made
her very wet, and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally opened the door
and walked in, nor did she stop her frigging as he approached and dropped his
towel.
“My wife wouldn’t like
this; Zoe wouldn’t like it at all”
he said walking up to her and kissing her full
on the mouth.
“She’s not going to
get it” Morella responded still fingering her crack.
But with her free hand
she tugged his engorged cock, which was quite substantial, not the largest
she’d ever handled, but substantial, nonetheless.
“I know you were
watching me” Morella said, “How long were you there?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he
replied
“Oh yes, it is” she
purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.
When he was inside her
she hooked her long legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck
and let him fuck her hard on the bench.
As she drove home to
Abbeyvale she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor
unsatisfying steamy shag.
It was not the best,
despite the size of his tool, it lacked finesse or even much technique, it was
just primeval sex, so she would not repeat the experience, even to spite his
bitch of a wife.
No comments:
Post a Comment