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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