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.
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