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The Hotel Ch. 02

By: Quiet100



He led her tenderly by the hand from the window to the plush chaise-lounge. Her knees were still slightly weak from the after effects of the powerful orgasm that had just swept over her. She wondered for a moment why it had been so strong, but thinking back over the romantic setting of the hotel restaurant, the delicious food, the exquisite wines, the chemistry of the gazes between them across the table - in an instant, the memories of it all combined to answer her question.

He gently lifted her legs so that she reclined sideways on the chaise lounge. She realised that she was now in the classic pose seen in so many oil paintings and photographs. She decided that she was going to go with the flow and enjoy to the utmost the luxuriant feelings that he always brought out in her.

Standing alongside the four-poster bed, he removed his suit jacket and his tie and started to unbutton his shirt from the neck downwards. She languorously beckoned him over to her and made him kneel in front of her. She slowly, very slowly, continued the task of unbuttoning his shirt. She made sure that her red nails almost imperceptibly scraped against his chest. Her eyes never left his face and she realised with some satisfaction that his eyes were sweeping the full length of her body from top to toe and back again. As she jerked his shirt tails free of his waistband, he was already removing the gold cuff links that had been a birthday present from her.

Her hands went up to his shirt collar and he assumed she was about to peel his shirt from his darkly tanned shoulders, but she surprised him. She roughly pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth with a desire he remembered only too well. He knew that the evening's long build up would raise her to a plateau where her sexual desire became magnified and he toyed with the idea that she might just be insatiable.

Her hands were now running all across his chest, and the kiss seemed endless. It only ended when his left hand moved between her legs. His touch was like an electric shock to her as his fingers encountered her swollen labia. He was always pleased when he found that the outer lips were so enlarged. He took it as recognition of his love for her and her desire for him. He moved to his left and started to place small kisses on the top slopes of her breasts. His left hand started on a voyage of exploration.

First, his fingers slid along the edges of her outer labia. Slowly, yet firmly, he circumnavigated the shaven lips and gathered the moisture that had come from within her. As he moved his index finger to the top of her now gaping lips he was careful to avoid her clitoris. He knew that the merest direct stimulation would quickly bring her to another climax, and he wanted to wait, to make the moment last. He circled her clitoris again and again so that she could feel the anticipation growing. He also knew that by using this method, her clitoris would itself become engorged and start to peek through the outer lips. He moved his gaze from her face to stare intently at the area his fingers were massaging. He knew that he wanted to judge to perfection when to replace his finger with his tongue.

Her head went back and a low moan escaped from her throat as she surrendered to his practiced touch. One arm lay along the back of the chaise-lounge and her eyes closed with the delicious waves of pleasure.

His fingers were having the desired effect and he moved so that his mouth was directly over her clitoris. His fingers parted her labia and his tongue took up the task. But there was still no direct contact with her clitoris. He closed his eyes and imagined that below him was a tiny Vesuvius. The very tip of his tongue circled the foothills of her volcano. He circled it time and again, like a marching army that was demonstrating its dominance and announcing the intended invasion. 

Her moans became more audible and her hands went to her breasts. He loved to watch as she teased her own nipples and he was certain that they were becoming longer as he watched. His tongue skilfully completed circle after circle, avoiding direct contact but closing in on its ultimate target. The army was now storming the foothills of her volcano in an ever-decreasing spiral. Her hips started to writhe as he neared the top and he finally captured the tiny peak with his lips and worked his tongue with a flicking motion that would unleash the imagined molten lava.

Her moan became a scream as his tongue found its mark and her fingers squeezed and twisted her nipples in a shuddering climax that almost bruised his lips. Her whole body convulsed and he sat back on his heels to allow the aftershocks to subside.

He stood and moved towards the table where the wine had been breathing, He poured two glasses and offered one to her. No words were spoken, but the look that was exchanged contained the complete vocabulary of love and desire.

She rose and took the glass, drank deeply, and placed her palm on his chest. She steered him backwards until the back of his legs were against the bed. He reached out to place his glass on the bedside table and her free hand attacked the buttons of his trousers. As she drank the rest of her wine, her fingers negotiated the buttons so that his trousers fell away, revealing his erection. He wore no underpants and her hand took advantage. With an underhand grip she grasped his manhood and pulled him towards her, kissing him roughly as her tongue sought his. He stepped out of the trousers, kicking off his shoes in the process. She stepped to the side to place her glass next to his and he started to remove his socks. Before he was finished she pushed him back onto the bed in a move that surprised him. She quickly straddled his chest, looked down at him with an intensity that he did not expect and she said just one word, "Again!"

She moved to place her swollen labia above his mouth, so that his arms were almost pinned by her legs. As she descended upon his mouth she arched her back and reached back to grab his penis and moved her hips in time with her hand. She was grinding into his mouth and his tongue readily responded. Her hand was gripping him tightly and he took his cue from the rhythm of her strokes to his penis. He matched the rate at which her grip was sliding up and down his engorged member with darting flicks of his tongue. He could feel her copious natural juices spreading across his cheeks as she became more insistent with the simultaneous thrusting of her hips and hand. She was truly fucking his face.

He knew that she knew he was a willing prisoner to her. As he wondered how long he would last before he lost control she released her grip and leaned forward so that she was effectively on all fours over his face. She retreated slightly from his tongue, paused for a moment, then started to move against him. Her enlarged clitoris moved slowly, deliberately, from his nose down to his chin. She pressed firmly against his chin, and then moved back up to his now closed lips. He sensed that his tongue was not needed and he enjoyed the slow, languorous movements against his chin, lips and the tip of his nose. Her touch varied, sometimes light, sometimes with an urgent pressure. He relaxed fully so that he could enjoy the sensations. He listened to her breathing and recognised that she was close to orgasm. She was keeping herself on the very edge of ecstasy, lifting from him when it became too intense. Her eyes were closed as she let the sensations invade her entire body. As he moved his hands to caress the backs of her thighs, he could feel the muscles tense with the oncoming climax. She increased the speed of her movements, sliding along his face faster and faster until he extended his tongue and she could feel the extra stimulation that immediately took her to a wonderful, powerful and blissful climax. Tiny tears squeezed from the edges of her eyes as she froze above him, completely devoured by the glorious feelings racing through every muscle, every sinew, of her body. 

The Hotel Ch. 02



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 2 - DAY TWO: CHARLES AND PEGGY

Charles and Venus...

Venus was smiling. She had seen the way that Charles had looked at her yesterday and knew that he had carried over his feelings for her from his holiday last year, helped naturally enough by the young woman's at first discreet and then more direct flirting. 

She knew from experience that one day he would step over his self imposed boundary, and from the way his eyes had greeted her, she realised he was ripe for the picking. Despite his age, and his stuffiness at times, she found him exceptionally attractive and the thought of seducing the older man away from that incredibly attractive wife of his was a real turn on. 

The eating area was relatively quiet when she went for breakfast and it took her not much more than half an hour to eat and return to her room, anxious to change into her bikini and get to the pool. Yes, she had a few chores to do, but when she had seen Charles, Peggy and Danny walk past the coffee shop towards the pool, she knew that she could not miss such a tempting opportunity. 

She dressed in her skimpiest white bikini, the colour providing a perfect contrast with her soft, black skin. She checked herself in the mirror before leaving her room. Perfect, she thought. The top displayed her voluptuous thrusting cleavage to perfection and her already hard, chocolate brown nipples were clearly thrusting through the material. If the sight of them did not make its mark on Charles she was not sure what would.

As she rushed across the lobby and out of the door that led to the outside pool, she almost bumped into him as he was returning inside, hair dripping, a towel around his neck and flip-flops on his tanned feet. 

"Venus! I didn't expect to see you here so early," he intoned.

Despite himself, his eyes were drawn to her thrusting orbs. She made a point of slightly arching her back, allowing the full splendour of her voluptuous cleavage to intoxicate his eyes.

"I had a little bit of time to kill and thought I'd take an early morning dip," she purred.

He stood for a few moments, attempting to look her in the eyes but failing miserably.

"I see you like my bikini," she teased.

His gaze immediately jolted upwards to look into her soft, brown eyes.

"I'm... I'm so sorry," he gasped, inwardly cursing the blush that was spreading across his face. 

"That's okay, Charles," she whispered, putting a hand on his arm. "I enjoy being admired. It makes my body feel nice and warm."

She left her hand on his tanned arm, slowly rubbing her fingers along his hairy forearm, allowing her soft eyes to remain fixed on his for a few moments longer than was necessary. Then she saw his eyes widen as he looked behind her, and he pulled himself back away from her just as she heard Peggy's voice from behind her.

"Venus," his wife's warm voice husked. "You look sensational, honey."

Venus beamed at the woman as she reached them. For a moment, both women's eyes took in the other, both with admiring glances.

"You look incredible, too," Venus responded.

She was genuinely impressed by the brunette's bronzed body, proudly displayed in a vivid, blue bikini. Despite being a few years older than Venus, Peggy's figure was still stunning. As they looked into each other's eyes, they exchanged an unsaid connection.

"What are you doing by the pool at this time?" Peggy asked. "Your father usually has you working early!"

Venus laughed. "I wanted an early morning dip," she explained. "What do the three of you have planned for the day?"

Charles and Peggy exchanged glances, before the brunette burst out laughing.

"Well, I'm going to be sun bathing outside all day," she softly said. "And Danny is heading into town later. It's up to Charles what he wants to do. Well, honey?"

Charles shrugged his shoulders, attempting to draw his eyes away from the ebony body that he had continued to devour whilst they talked. 

"What about a game of tennis later?" Venus asked. "You've been promising me that for two years now!"

Peggy laughed, nudging her husband in the ribs. "That's true, darling," she encouraged.

Venus put her hands on her hips, arching her back again and noting with satisfaction that she now had two sets of eyes locked onto her thrusting cleavage.

"Well...?" she asked.

"Okay," he responded, looking into her soft, brown eyes again. "But I play to win!"

Venus turned and took a couple of steps towards the pool. "Good," she responded, turning back slightly and looking over her shoulder. "Because, so do I!"

With that she ran the three remaining steps and executed a perfect dive into the pool.

"You can put your eyes back in your head now," Peggy softly purred as she looked at her husband.

But even as she walked past him towards to find the best spot to take advantage of the sun, she was thinking that even in the last year, Venus had grown into a quite stunning young woman.

*

Charles and Peggy...

It was mid afternoon when Peggy and Charles briefly returned to their room. They had enjoyed a late, light lunch and rather too much to drink. Even Peggy's reminder to Charles to go steady as he had some serious exercise waiting had gone unheeded, and so she had decided to match him as they finished their third bottle of wine. 

Both felt that they could probably have benefitted from a mid afternoon rest but that was not on either of their agendas. Charles had showered first and was dressing himself in a t-shirt and shorts in preparation for his tennis match with Venus, whilst Peggy was freshening up for what he assumed was her next sunbathing session.

She came out of the shower wrapped only in a towel and whereas Charles would normally comment on his wife's attractiveness in such a situation, on this occasion it was Venus's body that was on his mind. He wondered what she would be wearing, and needed to take a long sip of water from the tall tumbler on the bedside table to ease the dryness in his mouth. 

Whilst he was determined to win the match, his thoughts were almost exclusively focused on the young woman's soft, black skin and how it had glowed as she talked to him by the pool. If he was not careful, the very thought would give him an erection before he even met up with her.

He felt a soft arm on his shoulder and looked around to see that Peggy had changed into her leopard skin bikini.

"You're sure you will be okay whilst I'm playing, darling?" he asked.

Peggy laughed. "Of course. In any case, with what you have had to drink, I can't imagine the game will last for too long." 

"Long enough for me to win," he rather ungracefully responded. "And in any case, I don't think you are in any position to talk about me drinking too much?" 

Peggy laughed, throwing her perfectly groomed brunette hair backwards. "That's true, I do feel a little tipsy. After I've seen Loncraine, I may well have a doze in my usual spot near the pool."

"Seen Loncraine?" he asked.

"Yes," she softly replied, sighing. "He said he would have some activity brochures ready for us," she reminded him.

"But we never undertake any activities," he barked.

Peggy sighed again. "Not for us. For Danny. Or for you and Danny. Did you or did you not tell me it would be good for us to make sure he got himself involved in things?"

"Well... yes," he confessed.

"Exactly. So at dinner last night, Loncraine promised to let me have some brochures.... Really, you are so forgetful!"

Charles pulled a face. He remembered now. He was beginning to wonder about Loncraine. Although they had enjoyed a sumptuous welcome dinner the previous night, if he had not known better, he would have thought that the six feet three owner had been flirting with his wife whilst Venus and Veronica had taken his attention.

There were several times when he realised that Loncraine had placed his big, black hand on his wife's bare arm as they had chatted and laughed together and he was sure he had seen the man's thick black thumb lightly stroking Peggy's bronzed skin as she imperceptibly leaned in towards the owner. He became lost in the thought, remembering how his young wife had laughed like a schoolgirl as Loncraine's fingertips had brazenly slid up and down her tanned inner arm with a smooth, almost sensual rhythm.

Charles frowned. Was it his imagination, or had she actually encouraged the big, black man's attentions?

"My, you've gone quiet," Peggy softly said, interrupting his thoughts. "Thinking about your tennis match or your opponent?"

"Neither," he grumpily replied, though the question brought Venus back into his mind and he immediately felt his penis stirring in his shorts.

* 

Peggy and Loncraine...

They parted in the lobby, Charles heading for the tennis courts whilst Peggy made her way across the floor in her tiny leopard skin bikini, her curvy hips swaying delightfully as she walked. She lifted the desk partition and knocked confidently on the door to Loncraine's office. She had to confess to a strong feeling of arousal as she stood there. Inexplicably, it had been heightened by the sight of Venus's sensational body in her white bikini, and the drink she had consumed had further fuelled the feeling.

Loncraine answered the door, his black eyes drinking in her gorgeous, semi-naked figure as he let her in. Inside his shorts his already impressive penis began to lengthen steadily as he ogled her smooth, flawlessly tanned curves and as quietly as possible, he locked the door behind them after she entered. 

He had agreed with Venus that she would entertain Charles on the tennis courts for at least a couple of hours and he intended to make the most of them. He had attempted to spend time alone with this beauty for a couple of years now and his intentions were clear in his mind.

He followed Peggy into the room, his gaze fixed on the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked, each firm, tanned, globe virtually naked apart from the tiny triangle of her small bikini bottom. He indicated for her to take the low-backed seat by his desk.

"My lovely lady," he softly said, "It is so good to see you again. Would you like a drink? I have some deliciously chilled wine."

"Oh, I think I may have had too much already," Peggy giggled, realising with a surge of excitement that this was the first time she had been alone with the big man.

"I see," he softly purred. "In that case, just the one glass, I think."

Peggy smiled. One more glass would make no difference, she was sure. She smiled across at him. 

"That would be lovely," she said, relaxing into the low-back chair as he moved across to a small bar in one corner of the room. 

She lazily crossed her long, smooth legs as she appraised his muscular back through his thin, white vest as he poured their drinks. She kept her gaze on him as he returned, enjoying the undisguised attraction as his eyes flickered across her body. She realised how under-dressed she was, but that only added to the excitement of the situation.

"Thank you," she smiled, holding his deep, black eyes as he handed her a glass.

"Now, my lovely one," his deep voice intoned as Peggy turned to face him. "I offered to show you some activity brochures."

He plucked three magazines from his desk. "Yes... we have sailing, fishing, scuba diving, golf... and even tennis, as your husband is aware.... "

He stood closer and leaned over Peggy's shoulder, resting his big, black, hand on her bare arm as he put the magazines on the desk in front of her and began to flick through them. As his deep voice began to talk her the various amenities, his fingertips began to gently stroke the bronzed skin of her arm, his fingertips gliding back and forth over the sensitive skin of her inner arm. 

She felt the back of his hand pass centimetres from her superbly firm breast and she felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body. This was deliciously naughty she thought, her soft, red lips parting to take another sip from the large glass of wine he had poured. She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the sensuous feel of his fingertips sliding unhurriedly up and down her bronzed forearm. 

"Have you enjoyed your day, my lovely lady?" he asked.

"Yes... I've sunbathed all day," Peggy murmured, lost in the pleasure of his touch. "But I'm not a lady. And nor am I lovely," she added, fishing for a compliment to go with his stroking.

"Oh, but you are lovely, as you well know," he countered. "You are a beautiful woman. But more than that, Peggy, you are a sensual woman, made for sensual delights. I can tell, you know."

"Can you...?" she murmured, enjoying his words as well as his touch.

"Oh yes," he continued, softening his deep voice to almost a whisper. "A woman who is made for sensual delights."

His fingers left her skin and she let out an involuntary groan of disappointment, opening her soulful dark eyes to look at him. He returned her stare.

"Finish your drink, Peggy," he encouraged.

He waited until she put the sparkling glass to her red lips and drained the contents and then took the glass from her and refilled it, handing it back, his fingers touching hers as he did so.

"I really shouldn't..." she began to say, sensing his presence behind her. 

She could feel her head begin to spin as the effect of the first glass kicked in, enhancing the sensations created by earlier heavy intake.

"Oh but you should," he softly responded. "A lady should always drink wine. And do you know, after a sun bathing session, and a little wine, there is nothing better than a relaxing massage."

He heard her emit a small, soft sigh of pleasure as she felt his big hands settle onto her bare shoulders, seconds before his strong fingers began to manipulate the flawless skin across her shoulder. After a few sumptuous seconds of gentle stroking, she allowed her swimming head to roll slowly back against Loncraine's hard stomach, and he took this as a sign to increase the comforting pressure on her bronzed shoulders.

She felt her muscles becoming more and more relaxed his expert ministrations, but was also aware of the sexual excitement building in her body and could feel her bullet like nipples pushing against the fabric of her leopard skin bikini top. She sipped at her chilled wine before deliberately nestling her soft head into his hard stomach as his working hands gently smoothed the tension from her slender neck.

As the minutes passed, she vaguely realised that at some point his massaging had turned into soft stroking and she took another long gulp of her drink, easing her head away from his stomach to do so but immediately flopping it back in the same position. As she did, she felt her wine glass being lifted from her hand and heard a soft clink as Loncraine gently set it down on the desk beside her, before returning his hands to her shoulders.

But this time they rested on the front of her shoulders, and she purred with pleasure as he stroked her neck, short, soft strokes to the edge of her chin and back down again. As he heard her emit a soft growl of contentment, he slid his fingers away from her neck and downwards so that his deft fingertips ran across the very top of her cleavage. She gave a soft sigh as she felt him caress the swell of her firm breasts, the feather-like touches of his fingertips ensuring that her aching nipples burned into her top.

Then the fingertips were dropping a little lower, softly sweeping across the cleavage exposed above her bikini top, running down both breasts until they bumped against the fabric and then up and away again, before repeating the motion. She involuntarily opened her legs to give herself some relief, feeling the moistness building between her thighs. Her head was pressing hard against his stomach as she thrust her small, perky breasts outwards.

"Is that good, Peggy?" he rhetorically asked, taking her movement as a subconscious sign of tacit approval.

She made no answer and on the next sweep of his black fingertips, he edged them under the fabric and brushed them downwards against the hard nipples. Peggy gasped at the electric touch. She was floating on a warm blanket of sexual pleasure, but knew that she had to stop this immediately. She jerked her soft head forwards and away from his hard stomach, and felt him pull his hands from her sensitive breasts as she did.

She gave a small sigh of disappointment. His touch had been so sublime and so incredibly arousing, perhaps she should have just allowed it for a little longer? But her movement had clearly frightened him into stopping. Or had it? 

She felt his questing fingers at her back and realised he was untying the string that held her bikini top together. She felt the cool air on her naked breasts as he gently divested her of the garment. Although her breasts were small, they were superbly firm and wonderfully perky, and his eyes lit up as they bounced free. Peggy gave a soft, low moan as his hands returned to capture the naked orbs, holding them gently. Their tanned colour was a perfect contrast to his long, black fingers.

Cupping her mouth watering breasts in his hands, he slowly began to work on the hard cherry coloured nipples, and Peggy could not prevent herself from moaning aloud. Loncraine smiled to himself, he had the young wife exactly where he wanted and where he had anticipated for so long. He began working more forcefully on her pliant breasts, cupping and caressing them, using his thumbs and palms to harden the nipples even further.

Peggy knew that this was so wrong but was aware that she could not have stopped him even had she wanted to. And right at this moment, she certainly did not want to. She closed her eyes again and arched her back, thrusting her breasts outwards into his warm, pleasuring hands. With each caress, her moans grew louder and he continued to keep the sexual pressure up, pulling and squeezing the hard cherry tips. 

"We must stop," she murmured, knowing that there was little chance of that happening and not wanting it to.

Loncraine licked the back of her neck. "Are you sure?"

No, she was not, but she continued her token effort to restore some order.

"Yes, we must," she murmured.

At that, she felt his hands leave her delicious orbs, his tongue move away from her neck. Oh God, he was stopping after all. Her devotion to Charles made her sigh with relief whilst her intense arousal brought a groan of disappointment.

Then she felt his hands on her legs and she gradually opened her eyes, blinking as she focused, and realising he was kneeling on the floor in front of her. She allowed her thighs to part slightly under the deft pressure of his hands, giving his probing fingers room to slide between them, and breathed softly as she felt his fingers gliding deliciously over the warm, sensitive flanks of her inner thighs. 

Still kneeling, his hands stroked back and forth over her lush inner thighs, working their way ever-closer to the warmth of her bikini-sheathed pubis. Involuntarily, she eased her curvy hips forwards in the chair, her breaths beginning to quicken as he ran his fingertips up her inner flank to the edge of her swimsuit. 

On each upward stroke, she felt his knuckles brush against the hot, damp crotch of her tiny bikini bottoms and that was sufficient for her to feel her tiny clitoris begin to slither unhurriedly from its hood. Her curvy hips eased forwards further, seeking his touch, until she realised she was half-reclined before him, her long, shapely legs opening wider in encouragement. 




The Hotel Ch. 02



She gasped softly as his black fingertips brushed over the silken material sheathing her vulva, before he reversed in a long glide down her smooth, curvy thigh. He repeated the sensual process, briefly caressing between her legs again, and this time he did not move away so far before returning, each time running his fingers deftly over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis. 

Presently his soft fingertips left her thighs and stayed at her vulva, tracing the contours until she began to pant softly with arousal. He was openly masturbating her now. Her nipples were jutting like pegs from her supple, rounded breasts, and he eased himself higher, his hands continuing their feather-like ministrations whilst his mouth took first the right nipple and then the left, gently sucking and then rolling his hard tongue around each sensitive bud.

"Oh my God..." she breathed softly.

"My sensuous, beautiful, woman..." he breathed, easing his mouth away for a second before returning it to the cherry tips of her delightful, twin orbs.

His eyes were aimed upwards, fixed on Peggy's immaculate face, watching every breath, every flicker of her closed eyelids as he stroked her slippery vulva through her increasingly wet bikini bottom. Her soft, pink tongue run languidly over her red lips, her curvy hips straining forward to meet every caress of his gentle fingers. He felt sure she was almost ready to surrender to him.

Despite the incredible pleasure radiating through her body, Peggy knew this had all gone much further than she had originally intended, and realised she was reaching the point of no return. But however much her mind was attempting to bring her back to the reality of what was happening, the sensations in her body was driving away any common sense thoughts. 

As Loncraine unhurriedly explored between her willing thighs, she knew that she would almost certainly be unable to prevent him taking this to its conclusion, whatever that might be. His lips and tongue continued to pleasure her bullet like nipples whilst his hands sustained their stroking movements on her inflamed vulva. His fingertips were relentless as they teased her aching clitoris and her smooth hips responded helplessly to his touch with tiny, thrusting movements.

His lips now left her breasts, his mouth travelling upwards to meet her welcoming lips. As his soft lips touched hers, her perky breasts pressed tightly against his muscular chest, her nipples deliciously digging into his hard flesh. He sensually kissed and licked around her red lips, his hard tongue parting them before slithering into her mouth. Her breath was warm and soft and he heard her moan as she pulled his head to hers for a second lingering kiss.

As she did, she felt him ease one of his knees between her smooth thighs, his stroking hands pulling her onto him so that her inflamed vulva pressed against his upper leg. Peggy realised that despite herself she was responding, moving her hips in tiny, circular motions against his thick thigh. Her twin labial lips and her hard clitoris were gliding deliciously over the now soaked crotch of her bikini bottoms, almost of their own volition. 

She tried to hold still but it was a hopeless task and she immediately started sliding against him again, ashamed but unable to stop herself. Their tongues entwined as Peggy thrust herself on him, her lips desperately sucking in his, taking his thick lower lip between her teeth and gently biting on it. Her hands were locked around his thick neck, pulling him into her urgent kisses, now running the tip of her tongue across his inner lips.

She could feel his huge manhood pressing eagerly into her bare, flat stomach and she whimpered as he pulled away, attempting to hold his head with her arms. But as he ducked down underneath her hands, she realised he had simply repositioned himself so that he could hook his thumbs into her bottoms and slide then down and away from her legs. 

His deft hands slid back up along her inner thighs and parted them effortlessly and as Peggy closed her eyes, she felt the soft stubble of his chin slide between her shapely legs. His mouth closed on her glistening vulva, savouring the sight of the thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair seconds before his nose nuzzled into this tiny, soft nest and his eager lips spread over her exposed labia. 

She whimpered involuntarily as she felt his mouth part her glistening lips and his tongue slide into her soft, pink vulva, gliding ly into her responding body. His big hands stroked her curvy hips, his tongue sliding and swimming in her tight, hot core.  

Her painted, red fingernails dug into his hair as his long, hard tongue pleasured her, running in circular motions until he felt her rough-textured bump. He swirled his tongue over and around her sweet sex-button, her curvy thighs pressed tight against his ears. Her clitoral hood opened and her tiny pink clitoris slithered to meet his lips as they teasing the hard nubbin to full, aching attention.

Peggy's could feel her excitement mounting as she was expertly stimulated, her breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps of arousal. She knew this was all wicked and so very wrong, yet was also aware that as he continued working at her like this, she was beginning to uncontrollably spiral upwards towards her climax. 

As his mouth pleasured her clitoris he brushed a probing finger over and around her G-spot, resulting in an immediate increase in her hip movements as she thrust rhythmically against his mouth and working finger. She was moaning aloud now, so close to losing control. With her inhibitions completely gone, she undulated against him as she urged him to finish her off. 

"That's so good," she whispered longingly. "Make me cum, Loncraine.... please!"

Relishing the control he had over her body, Loncraine increased the pace of his tongue over her crimson clitoris and at the same time, continued to tease her swollen G-spot with his eager-to-please fingertip. Her hips were now gyrating urgently on his face as she gasped with helpless excitement. Her pupils were dilating into huge saucers behind her flickering eyelids as she thrust herself against him, whimpering with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return. 

She convulsed as her orgasm took her, an anguished cry escaping her red, sensuous lips and she felt his strong hands gripping her heaving hips tightly, holding his mouth to her until her spasms subsided and her breathing eventually began to return to normal. 

"So good, Peggy," he softly whispered. "So good!" 

She felt him move away, and opened her eyes to see what his intentions were.

"My turn," he instructed.

He stood up and quickly unbuttoned the top button of his shorts, staring at her through lustful eyes, sending out his silent instructions. Her mind understood his requirements and she slowly reached out and pulled down the zip, pushing the shorts down his body. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Underneath he was naked and she gasped at the sight of his huge manhood springing eagerly forward, the heavy black shaft pulsing with arousal.

Unable to stop herself, she eased her head forward and lowered her red lips to his eagerly waiting manhood. She moved closer, attempting to wrap her small, right hand around the impressively thick, black shaft. He was so big that she had to raise herself slightly so that she could get her lips around him. She closed her eyes as she felt the thick head slide into her mouth and she began to suck on it hard and quick, moving her head up and down as she traced her tongue over his taut foreskin. 

She heard Loncraine give a soft moan and suitably encouraged, slid her willing lips down the length of the impressive weapon, determined to please him in the same way he had just pleasured her. She dipped her head further to allow her to take the thick, bulbous head deep into her mouth, sucking him inside and running her tongue over his foreskin. He moaned as he gripped her silken hair.

Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft expand in her mouth from her unexpected touch and as she felt him throb she knew he was close to his climax. Her cheeks were billowing as she expertly took him to orgasm, feeling his hands grasp her hair more tightly as he splashed into her waiting mouth, her sweet throat eagerly sucking down his offering. 

His body shuddered three, four times as he moaned out, her fingertips digging into his naked thighs and her mouth refusing to leave him until he finished jerking and she had taken all he could offer. Her delicious lips and tongue remained on him until she was certain that she had accepted everything he had to offer. 

*

Charles and Venus...

Charles had to wait a few minutes until Venus arrived, but when she did, he realised she had been more than worth waiting for. She wore a very short, pleated, white skirt that showed off her shapely legs to absolute perfection and her white cotton t-shirt somehow clung to her curves, and picked up every contour of her body. The outfit provided a superb contrast to her soft, shining, black skin and perfectly accentuated her voluptuous thrusting cleavage. 

Charles stared in awe at the vision and immediately felt his penis stirring in his shorts. His discomfort was immediately obvious to Venus, who curtsied.

"I see we approve?" she laughed.

She looked him straight in the eyes, smiled and turned to walk to the court. They were alone and immediately began their knockabout. Charles was finding it difficult to concentrate as Venus put on a show for him, the cotton material shimmering over her voluptuous breasts as she went for each shot, and as she reached for some shots she ensured he got a wonderful view of the smooth flesh of her legs. 

Venus served first and as she reached up to hit the first ball, the front of her skirt lifted in the slight breeze. Charles gasped as he saw the beautiful sight of her high cut, white panties and the ball whizzed past him for a winner.

"Hmmm, I see we are going to have to concentrate," she shouted, giggling across the opposite side of the net.

He wrenched his mind back to reality as she served again, and this time it was her diamond belly button stud on her flat stomach that took his eye as her cotton top ran up her body. The ball fizzed past him and hit the fencing behind. Slightly embarrassed, he went to retrieve the ball, but quickly found that the situation did not improve. 

In fact, as the match continued, both of them became hotter with their exertions, compounded by the heat and humidity and the cotton material of Venus's shirt clung even more visibly to the damp flesh of her breasts and stomach. There was simply no opportunity for Charles to concentrate, especially as his teasing opponent appeared to take great delight in emphasising every movement of her delicious body.

On every changeover they drank plenty of water and Charles could visibly see her hard, dark nipples through the now mostly wet, cotton fabric. She had him exactly where she wanted and pounded him 6-0 in the first set. He had managed to get off a few good shots, but she was able to return most of them, and even had he been able to concentrate, the quality of her play was a surprise to him.

"I'll tell you what," she sultrily whispered as she leaned against him at the start of the second set, "Why don't we make a little wager? If I win this set, I get whatever I want. And if you win you get what you want." 

He knew there was little chance of him winning but was unwilling to indicate that he was scared to meet her challenge, so agreed with a false display of bravado. 

"No matter what it is?" she asked.

He laughed. "Well, within reason!"

Venus slowly shook her head. "No, Charles, a bet is a bet. No compromises."

He looked at her mocking face for a moment, her black eyebrow raised. He nodded, albeit against his better judgement.

She laughed and walked around to hug him, pressing her voluptuous figure against his obvious hardness, and her eyes twinkled as she wished him luck.

Charles attempted to concentrate, but every time she made a suggestive comment, or lingered while bending down to pick up a ball, the effect would affect his concentration and cause him to lose a point. He could not help but stare at her sweat covered body, her top even more moulded to her breasts as their sweating increased. 

He paused midway through the set and gathered his wits, attempting to focus on the task in hand. He made an extra effort to focus and after a while, began to feel he was beginning to conquer the distractions. It was then that Venus stopped play for a moment.

"This is ridiculous," she laughed. "It's like I'm playing tennis whilst taking part in a Miss Wet T-shirt competition!"

Charles had no intention of complaining, but gallantly asked, "Did you bring another top?"

She shook her head, her soft, brown eyes shining at him. "No, but I can't go on like this," she laughed. 

Charles sighed to himself, sad that it was the end of the show. "Guess you'll just have to concede," he said, laughing. 

"Yeah, right," she responded.

She handed Charles her racquet and before he could react, she had pulled her t-shirt over her head, her full breasts bouncing in front of his eyes even in her sports bra. 

He felt his throat constrict at the sight, and felt Venus take her racquet from his hands as his eyes ogled her voluptuous cleavage and the hard, chocolate brown nipples peeking through. He wondered how it would feel to take them in his mouth, and then shook his head to clear the thought.

"Better take a drink of water," she teased. "Your throat looks dry." 

He failed to win another point. The sight of her perfect breasts bouncing every time she hit a shot was simply too much and there was a time when he thought that if his rigid weapon brushed against the inside of his shorts one more time then the friction created, combined with the sight of Venus's half naked body, would see him embarrass himself by cumming right there and then.

All too quickly, the set and match was over. This time he had won two games.

"Well I guess I won," she said smiling. "I'll let you know what my prize is."

Charles raised his eyebrows. "Prize?"

"That's right. You haven't forgotten our bet?"

He had. Seeing her like this was prize enough for him.

"I'll think of something really special, don't you worry!" she grinned.

She looked at her watch. They had been playing for an hour and a half. That should have been long enough for her father to 'entertain' Peggy. She momentarily wondered how he had fared with Charles' wife and smiled to herself as she thought that if his seduction had not gone well, she might well try herself.

*

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The Hotel Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Sports Centre

Going down to the sports centre of the new Hilton hotel, we both get changed and meet up outside the training room. Jenny is dressed in her pink leotard and black Lycra cycling shorts. Walking into the room, we see that there is only one other couple there - a tall, slim, dark-haired man and a slim blonde-haired woman, both in their early twenties.

They greet us as we walk in.

The man is dressed in a grey basketball top and purple Lycra leggings down to the knee. The woman is dressed in a light grey T-shirt and pink Lycra leggings. Judging by the lack of sweat, they have only just started training.

Moving over to the first exercise, I notice that the man is watching Jenny as she adjusts the seat of the machine. Each time she bends over, the pink thong of her leotard cuts into the shiny back Lycra, revealing the shape of her pussy. As she sits down to start lifting the weights, I tell her what I have seen. Looking over to the man, we see that he is apparently adRayg the weights on his machine, but keeps glancing up at the mirrored wall to see what Jenny is doing. As she notices this, Jenny smiles at me and tells me to go over to another machine, making sure that I can see both Jenny and the other bloke.

As I watch, it is clear that the man is interested in Jenny. Unaware that I am watching him, he keeps looking over to Jenny who has opened her legs slightly so that he has a clear view up to her crotch. Every time she strains to lift the weight, she opens her legs slightly before closing them again. By the time she has finished, I have a hard-on and notice that the other man turns away, carrying his towel in front of him before going off to join his partner. Jenny walks over to me, grinning.

'Did you see that?'

'No kidding. Poor guy could hardly walk straight! It serves him right for not concentrating on what he was doing!'

Jenny glances down at my crotch.'

'And you? Were you concentrating ...'

'...on what you were doing - yes!'

She laughs.

'Come on, let's go on to the next exercise. We could have fun here!'

As we move over to the next exercise machine, Jenny turns to me.

'Check that out - and you thought I was putting on a show!'

I look over to see where she is looking. The woman in pink has moved over directly in front of us. Taking off her T-shirt, we see for the first time that she is wearing a skin-tight, one-piece pale pink Lycra suit with no arms and cycling-short-length leggings. From the lack of straps, it is obvious that she is not wearing a bra. She has small breasts, pressed almost flat under the tight Lycra. She bends over the machine and leans over so that the machine's padded bar is under her stomach. She then starts to pull the weight up with her leg. Each time she does so, we are treated to a glorious view of Lycra stretched over a small bum, exposing the gap between her legs as she does so. As she continues with her exercises, the woman keeps glancing over and smiling at us.

I jump as Jenny squeezes my prick through my own Lycra shorts.

'There's no need to stare - I do declare you are enjoying the show!'

'I er ...'

She laughs.

'Don't worry about it! It does look good and as I said earlier, tonight we could have a good laugh.'

Jenny and I start doing the next exercises and watch the woman blatantly as she finishes her leg curls. As she does so, she comes over to us.

'Hi!'

'Hello!'

'It looks like we're going to be the only ones here tonight.'

'I think so too' Jenny replies, ' the pool looks empty as well - we're off there when we are finished here.'

'That's a good idea. Maybe we'll join you - if you don't mind?!'

'No, not at all.'

'I'm Susanne by the way - that's my husband, James.'

Hello. I'm Jenny and this is my husband, Ray.'

'Hi.'

Well, bye for now, I've still got some exercises to go.'

With that, she turns and walks back towards the door. We both watch her disappear through the door and I look to Jenny as she speaks.

'You could almost see her knickers through that suit where she was sweating!'

'Yes, I know!'

'I bet you loved it too!'

'Er, yes, except that I couldn't see what colour they were or anything.'

Jenny grins. 'Wait here.'

With that she quickly disappears in the same direction as Susanne. Two minutes later, Susanne appears at the door and smiles and me. Shortly afterwards, Jenny walks in. My heart almost stops as I see her. Checking that no-one else has entered the room, she walks in through the door dressed in her pink leotard, but without the black Lycra shorts! As she walks nervously towards me, I stare disbelievingly at her crotch. The pink leotard cuts into the pair of peach-coloured silk panties that she is wearing underneath.

'What are you doing?!'

'Don't you like it?'

It's not that I don't like it, but it's also not exactly what I would recommend for sport!'

'If you don't like it, why have you got a hard-on?'

'I told you I liked it - I almost came when I saw you!'

'Well then, be quiet. I told you I wanted to have some fun tonight.'

'Yes, but ...'

'No buts. By the way, check out Susanne - oh and I have something for you.'

'What?'

I look over to Susanne who is now lying on her back on a bench, getting prepared to do some bench presses.

'Come with me.'

Jenny leads me over to another machine that is less than two metres away from Susanne with a view directly up between Susanne's legs.

'Here.'

Jenny reaches over and hands me something. I put my hand out and look down as something soft and warm is passed to me.

'What is that?'

'Open your hand and look.'

I do as I am told. Opening my hand, I see that I am holding a pair of silk panties that I have never seen before. They are warm and of pale blue silk with small dark blue flowers with red centres printed on them.

'Where did you find these and why are you giving them to me?'

'I didn't find them - Susanne gave them to me.'

'What? Why?'

'As I went into the changing rooms, I thought that I could catch a glimpse of her knickers for you. Instead, she was pulling up her suit as I arrived. She had just taken her knickers off and was going to come back to do the rest of her exercises!

'I just looked at her and she walked over to me and handed me her panties and told me to give them to you! Before I could say anything, she had gone. I thought - if she can do that, why can't I - and stripped off my shorts and came back in!'

As we looked over to Susanne, she lifts up the weights and looks over to us and grins. The next time she lifts the weights, she spreads her legs, fully exposing her Lycra-covered pussy to us. Simply knowing that she has nothing underneath makes the whole thing even more exciting. My prick is so hard, that it almost hurts. Jenny and I sit there and watch Susanne, not bothering to hide our interest. As she finishes, she sits up without bothering to close her legs. Her nipples are clearly poking through the Lycra top and I wonder whether it was the strain of the exercise or excitement that has made them hard.

Susanne comes over to us and looks at Jenny with amusement on her face.

'Your turn!'

Jenny goes over and lies on the bench. Susanne doesn't move away as I had expected, but remains next to watches, as me as Jenny gets ready. 

'Did you get my present?'

'Yes.'

I blush and she laughs.

'Don't worry; you don't have to wear them or anything. I just thought you might like them - and judging from your hard-on, it would seem that I was right!!'

Not knowing what to say, I simply remain silent.

Turning to Jenny who has started lifting the weights, she says:

'I find that it's much easier if you spread your thighs!'

Her husband walks over and joins us. As he does so, and much to my amazement, Jenny does exactly that; spreading her thighs and exposing her pink and peach coloured crotch to us. Each time she lifts the weights, her thighs tense and the pink leotard cuts deeper into her pussy. Eventually the material has all but disappeared between her pussy lips, leaving her pussy covered only by the thin layer of her peach silk knickers. By now it is clear that James has a raging hard-on and is not trying particularly hard to hide it.

'Can I have my knickers back please?'

I hand them to Susanne silently. She disappears and returns a few seconds later dressed in a white T-shirt coming halfway down her thighs. Flipping it up at the front to reveal her light-blue silk knickers, she laughs.

'Don't look so shocked! If you are both going to get erections staring at Jenny's crotch through her knickers then I also want to be admired.'

Grinning, she walks over to an exercise machine and sits down facing us. She lifts her legs up and places them on the supports before starting to spread her legs, pushing against the weights and exercising her outer thighs. As we watch, her thighs spread, revealing more and more of her crotch. Through the flowered silk, her pussy is stretched under the thin material.

'Ray. Come here.'

I walk over to her.

'Kneel down here and watch me.'

I kneel down in front of her. Directly in front of my eyes her pussy stretches under the silk of her panties, revealing the shape of her sex lips to me. Although she is blonde, I still can't see any sign of any pubic hair and it crosses my mind that she has shaved her pussy. Simply the thought makes me even harder than before.

Looking across at Jenny, I see that Jenny is now sitting down and doing leg presses with James standing next to her watching closely. Suddenly Susanne walks over to Jenny and takes hold of one of her shoulder straps between two fingers and slides it over her shoulder. Jenny simply grins and continues with her exercises. Encouraged, Susanne slips the other strap over Jenny's shoulder so that her top is now being held up by her boobs, the straps hanging loosely over her arms.

Finishing the exercise, she stands up and moves over to the next machine - bench presses - where she lies down on the bench and takes hold of the bar. Each time she tenses her arms, the Lycra top slips down her taut breasts by a fraction of an inch. After four or five repeats, the Lycra has reached the tips if her breasts and her small hard nipples come into view. Jenny continues the exercises and stares me in the eyes as her top suddenly reaches the point of no return and snaps down in one go to expose her breasts completely.

By now, James has given up pretending and has reached inside his shorts and is obviously masturbating himself while watching Jenny. Seeing this, Susanne reaches over behind him and yanks his shorts down exposing his hard cock. His hand is gripping his prick and masturbating furiously while still watching Jenny. Letting the bar down, Jenny turns to him just as he grunts and comes. Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch as his spunk streaks out in an arc and lands all over Jenny's breasts and drips down onto the pink Lycra wrapped around her middle.

Without a word, Susanne straightens up and starts trying to dab the sperm off Jenny's breasts. Unable to stretch the material far enough, she pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing a pair of small firm breasts and small dark brown nipples.

The pink Lycra of Jenny's costume is stained darker where the sperm has landed. Ignoring these, Susanne leans over a little further and starts licking the sperm off Jenny's breasts and stomach, gently taking her nipples into her mouth as she does so. Pushing her off gently, Jenny says:

'Not here, not now.'

Standing up, Susanne grins.

'OK. Where and when?'



The Hotel Ch. 03



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 3 - DAY TWO: DANNY IS SURPRISED.... AND SO IS SONIA

Danny and Veronica...

Veronica was in the bar when Charles, Peggy and Danny walked in after dinner. She knew all about her father and Venus's expectations in relation to the two parents. Now she was determined to find out a little more about the son. She wore tight, pale blue jeans with a red t-shirt with the word Trouble emblazoned across the front, drawing attention to her superbly full, breasts. 

"Hi Danny," she said. "You play pool?"

"Oh, huh... yeah... though I haven't for a long time," Danny said, immediately regretting his awkwardness. 

"Okay, that's even better. In that case I challenge you," Venus said, grabbing the embarrassed young lad by the hand. "You want something to drink?" she asked. "Beer or soda?" 

"I'll take a soda," Danny said.

"Oh, that's right. You're only eighteen, huh?" Veronica said, with a smile.

She collected a coke for him and a beer for herself, before taking his hand again and dragging him towards the games room. They had it all to themselves and played for a good couple of hours whilst Veronica gently probed for information. Every so often, she headed back to the bar for more drinks and when they had finished pool, they sat together on the couch in the corner of the small room.

"So, you don't drink?" she asked.

"Not much," Danny admitted.

"Too bad," Veronica said, taking another swig from her beer. "Just turned eighteen, haven't you?"

"Yeah," he replied, a little defensive. "So what?"

Veronica laughed. "Okay, what do you do for fun?"

"Not much," he responded, shifting nervously in his seat. He was beginning to feel out of his depth with this girl.

"You have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No," Danny said.

"Ever had one?" Veronica asked, leaning casually back against the arm of the couch. 

"There's more to life than drink and girls," he responded, sitting forward.

Veronica laughed again. "Okay, such as.....?"

He blushed. 

"Don't tell me..." she said, suddenly sitting up. "You're still a virgin!"

He blushed again. 

"Really?" she asked, dropping a soft hand onto on his knee.

Danny shyly smiled. "I guess I'm a late developer." 

"You like girls, right?" Veronica asked.

"Oh, of course," Danny immediately replied, feeling her hand starting to stroke his knee.

"Good. You like me?" she asked, arching her back a little for effect. 

Danny's bright blue eyes went to her superbly full breasts and then he pulled them away.

"Well?" she asked again, following the movement of his eyes.

"I... huh... yes, I guess..."

"You always get this nervous?" Veronica asked.

A huge grin lit up her face. Her sexual experiences to date had always been with more experienced lovers, and had involved quite a few seductions. With Danny, she had the opportunity to teach a virgin.

"Maybe I can help you, Danny," she softly said. 

She realised that she had been absent-mindedly stroking his knee and now she ran her hand along his thigh.

"How?" he asked, watching the sweep of her fingers along his jeans.

"Well, let me see... Danny. Have you kissed a girl?"

"No, not really," he admitted.

Veronica sighed. "What does not really mean?" 

"Not on the lips."

"Well, let me tell you, Danny. That's a 'no'"

He slumped back a little, still fully aware of the soft hand on his leg.

"I have the answer," she said, pulling his face around to look at her. "I'll teach you."

"But..." 

He was blushing again. Veronica took his face in both her hands so that he had no option other than to look into her deep, brown eyes.

"But what?" she responded.

As she spoke, she gently pulled his head to hers and applied her sweet, red lips to his. Her thin tongue probed into his mouth, but met no response.

"Oh boy, you've got a lot to learn." 

She saw his brow furrow and a look of hurt run across his eyes.

"Don't be silly," she told him. "We all had to learn at one time. You're going to love it!" 

"Really?" he mumbled.

"Absolutely!" she confirmed. "You have just got to do everything I say. I'll help you become the world's greatest lover."

"Really?" he repeated.

Veronica laughed. "No, not really," she answered, taking his hands in hers. "That might be a step too far. But if you follow my lead, I'll certainly teach you how to become a good lover. Okay?" 

His eyes shone. "Okay!" 

She took his face in her hands again and slowly pulled him towards her. This time he took the initiative and leant in to kiss her.

"That's a start," she said. "Try again."

He did, this time letting it last a second longer. 

"Okay, this time just let me do the kissing and go with the flow," she said. 

He could feel his heart beating as her soft lips touched his, her full breasts pressing tightly into his chest as she leant into him. She sensually kissed and licked around his lips, her tongue parting them before slithering into his mouth. He could feel her warm breath as she ran her fingers through his short, dark brown hair, her soft hands pulling his head to hers for a second lingering kiss.

She felt him start to pull away but would not allow him, her hands linking behind his neck as she drew him into another long, slow kiss. This time she provocatively rubbed her breasts against his chest as she did so and dropped a hand to his lap. Her delicate fingers stroked the cloth covering his penis, feeling it coming alive under the material. 

He moaned into her mouth as he felt her stroke him whilst her thin, pink tongue played with his. He felt a familiar feeling shooting through his young body, but a feeling that had always been created by his own hand, not someone else's.

"Veronica, please stop," he whispered, only too aware of how close he was.

She ignored him, continuing the kiss and placing his right hand in hers and onto her right breast. She gently rubbed his hand over her t-shirt covered breast and allowed herself to moan softly as her nipple came alive.

"That's nice, baby," she moaned, and not just because she was determined to give him encouragement. The situation was definitely arousing her.

Her hand left his, allowing him to continue feeling her full orb, and she slid her fingers up his inner thigh. He stiffened as she brushed his erection through the cloth of his jeans.

"Veronica, please stop," he whispered again, knowing what was about to happen if she did not.

She knew too, but took no notice, she could not stop herself. She could not believe how quickly he was about to reach his climax and wanted to make him cum.

She continued the long slow kisses as her delicate fingers continued to stroke him, feeling his penis begin to pulsate. He moaned into her mouth as her tongue continued to play with his and she increased the pace of her gentle but insistent stroking. 

"Oh, fuck, Veronica..." Danny whispered with desperation.

She knew she had him and frantically unfastened his jeans, pulling his virgin, penis free just in time to wrap her mouth around the head as he came. He stiffened as he groaned, feeling his seed spitting against the back of her throat. He shuddered as she continued to accept his offering, all of a sudden feeling dizzy from the intense sensations this incredible young woman had created. 

*

Gary and Tommy...

Gary and Tommy were sitting together in the bar area. Gina and Toni had just left the table, heading back to their respective rooms whilst the boys enjoyed a final nightcap. 

"Those two girls are sensational," Tommy murmured.

"Yes, we chose well," Gary agreed.

"No, not Gina and Toni, you beefcake," Tommy laughed. "I mean the owners two daughters. What are their names again?" 

"Venus and Veronica," Gary answered, with a sly grin.

"Which is which?" Tommy asked.

Gary laughed. "Does it matter?"

Tommy laughed out, nearly choking on the whisky he had just raised to his lips.

"Man, that's right," he beamed. "What does it matter? They are both as sexy as hell!"

"What do you think the chances are of us chatting them up?" Gary asked, raising his eyebrow at his best friend.

"Hmmm," responded Tommy, looking sideways at his pal. "It could be suicide!"

"What, you think those two could resist our charms?"

"I didn't mean that," sighed Gary. "It's our two girls that I'm worried about."

The two nineteen-year olds both laughed, before sitting silently for a few moments.

As childhood friends Tommy and Gary had done just about everything together from the youngest of ages. When they looked back on their schooling, they knew they weren't the smartest kids in the class, getting by on average grades. And as they realised they were not destined for college, they took up local work for a general contractor carrying out all types of home repair and improvements. 

It was hard graft at times, but then the pay was good and left them both plenty of time for their favourite pastime. Women. Throughout college they had had their share of girlfriends, all of a similar age to them, and on a couple of occasions had swopped girls when the natural life expectancy of the relationship had finished. In their case that was always less than two months, as both boys liked variety. 

But recently they knew they had both struck lucky with the two older women. Not that twenty-three necessarily represented an older woman, but for Tommy and Gary the four years difference was like a lifetime. Tommy had met Toni whilst doing some work at her home and the following day Gary had literally bumped into Gina whilst driving into work. No damage was done to either car, but he took her telephone number and called her that evening. 

One day later, the first of their double dates had taken place. And now, six months later, they found themselves on holiday together and the boys saw it as a huge step in their growing maturity. 

It was also quite a change from the type of holidays that Tommy and Gary usually enjoyed together. But the two girls had insisted on booking the venue themselves before agreeing to the holiday with their relatively new boyfriends. And if the setting was much more sedate than either Tommy or Gary was used to, the opportunity for seven days and nights of uninterrupted sex was just too much for either of the young men to turn down. 

"Tell you what," said Tommy, arousing himself from his thoughts. "Gina looked good on the beach today." 

Gary gave him an amused look.

"Ah man, it's true," Tommy continued. "You'll have to get her to wear a bra, those breasts defy gravity."

Gary laughed. "Tell me about it. You should see her without clothes." He gave a soft whistle.

"Oh boy, I'd love to," Tommy leered.

His friend laughed again. "You're incorrigible, Tommy. It's not as if Toni doesn't have a body to die for."

"You think so?" asked Tommy, grinning across the table as he finished another cup of coffee.

"Absolutely, she looked incredible in that sexy bikini."

They sat silently for a few moments, each recalling sexy images of the other's girlfriend. Then Tommy's eyes lit up and he leaned forward conspiratorially.

"So you think that Venus and Veronica are off our agenda?" he asked.

Gary just gave him one of his familiar stares.

"Shame," said Tommy, curling up the side of his mouth. 

"Tell me about it," said Gary with a smile. "We both know women have always found it impossible to turn me down." 

"Yeah, right," Tommy beamed. "Whatever little talent you have, you learned from me. I'm the one who can seduce just about any woman I want."

Gary shook his head. "All talk, as usual."

"What do you mean?" his friend asked with a disdainful smile.

"Face it, loser," Gary whispered, leaning forward. "I'm the best."

They both eased back in their chairs, sitting silently for a while, both momentarily lost in their thoughts.

"Okay," continued Tommy, his brown eyes sparkling now. "How about this..."

Gary leaned forward again, intrigued by what was coming next.

"Want to prove who's the best?"

"We already know," laughed Gary.

Tommy's face took on a solemn look. "I'm serious. Want to prove it?"

"How?" Gary asked. "There is no way the girls would stand for us fooling around with either Venus or Veronica..."

"That's not what I'm thinking," Tommy said, his face serious.

Gary frowned. "Then what? Who?"

"How about..." began Tommy. "How about for the duration of this holiday, we'll see if I can get further with Gina than you can with Toni."

Gary stared at him. "You're mad! They'd never let that happen!"

Tommy raised an eyebrow. He'd seen Gina check out his toned, muscular body a couple of times on the beach as he paraded in just his shorts and was sure he would have a head start.

"Chicken?" he asked.

"No..." began Gary. "But how will we know...?"

"We'll tell each other. At the end of every day during the rest of this holiday, we'll compare notes."

"How far would we allow it to go?" Gary asked.

Tommy laughed. "What? It's only a few seconds ago that you said they'd never let it happen!"

Gary laughed along with his friend. "True. Okay, I'm up for it. But the girls must never find out we've agreed to do this."

"Well," responded Tommy. "We're agreed on that, my friend!"

They both stood up and walked together to their rooms. Sex tonight was going to be even better than usual.

*

Babs and Sonia...

Sonia had not been looking forward to the holiday with her husband. Throughout the year she had become used to her own company as Simon worked away regularly with the local construction company. She filled in the time by working out daily at the local gym and regularly jogged to keep her body in shape. She had also involved herself in some amateur dramatics, though that interest had quickly faded when she realised that she had no acting talent at all.

During all the times that Simon had been away, she had always been faithful, despite several attempts from some of the local husbands to take advantage of the situation. Faithful, that is, if you ignore her one affair with a female actress who took part in Sonia's first production. They actually had a love scene together, and one night they had rehearsed at Cassandra's. And the rehearsal had turned into reality. But the girl had moved on soon afterwards and Sonia settled back into mediocrity.

Most of her time she was content in her own company, which was just as well as Simon saw himself as a man's man. When he did return home after working away, he spent a lot of time with his men friends, watching sport, playing poker and drinking. But Sonia came to terms with that, the difficult times were when they had an extended period together and found that they no longer had a great deal in common. So holidays, and in particular this holiday, were not on Sonia's list of favourite things to do.

But as it had turned out, the first couple of days had been passable enough. They had got chatting to another couple, Barry and Barbara, on the drive to the hotel. And since they had arrived, Simon and Barry had been inseparable, allowing Sonia and 'Babs' to spend some time sunbathing together. Another guy, Leo, had joined in with the two men, and so his wife, Lisa, had spent some time with the two women. But then, Lisa seemed to also quite enjoy her own company whereas it appeared that Babs had taken a great liking to spending time with Sonia.

The six of them had gone out for a meal that evening and ended back at the night club in the hotel. Leo and Lisa were dancing together, whereas Simon and Barry were strutting their stuff on the dance floor whilst Sonia and Babs sat talking at their table. Barry was dancing with a sultry looking brown eyed girl, Helena, who ran the hotel gym. She wore a mini skirt that just barely covered her admittedly sexy bottom and her long, auburn tresses danced around her head as she ground against him. 

"You don't mind?" asked Sonia, shaking her head in disgust. 

"Not at all," Babs answered in her soft accented voice. "To be honest, Sonia, I couldn't give a fuck." 

Sonia had come to realise in the two days she had spent in Babs' company that the woman was quite at home with industrial language.

"I'd hate it if I thought Simon would ever do that," Sonia responded, sighing wistfully.

"Sonia, babe," said Babs, raising her drink to her thick, glossy lips, "After what you have told me about Simon working away, and how he loves to be with the boys, don't you think there might be the teeniest possibility that this is exactly what he does get up to?"

Sonia was dumbstruck. The thought had never even crossed her mind. Babs laughed at the expression on her face, and drained her drink before pouring them both another from the bottle on the wooden table.

"As for Barry," she continued. "He's a shit and he can do what he likes."

"Babs!" Sonia exclaimed. This was the first time she had heard her new friend speak of her husband in such a way. "You've had too much to drink." 

"That's for sure," Babs laughed. "But it doesn't change the truth of what I'm saying." 

She leant into Sonia, allowing the redhead to smell her perfume.

"You know something," she went on. "Barry and I haven't had sex for two years now."

Sonia jerked her head back and stared at her friend.

"That's right, two years." Then she began to laugh. "At least, not with each other."

"Babs!" Sonia exclaimed, her gold-flecked eyes wide with astonishment. "You've.... you've been with other men?" 

"No!" her short, pink haired friend responded. "Don't you get it?" 

Sonia didn't, and as Leo and Lisa made their way back to the table, she did not have the opportunity to further explore the discussion. The music seemed louder if anything, making it difficult to talk, and for some reason Sonia found that her mind had returned to her brief time with Cassandra. That had been real sexual fulfilment, she thought, taking a long drink from her glass. 

Babs was not the only person who had had too much to drink, she thought, feeling the loud music seeping into her brain. "I need some air," she said, standing up from the table.

"Me too," responded Babs.

The pink haired woman filled both their glasses and handed one to Sonia, before linking her arm.

"We're going for a stroll in the fresh air," she said over her shoulder to Leo and Lisa. "Would you tell John Travolta and Sonia's husband not to wait up."

With a loud laugh, she guided Sonia towards the door and out into the fresh air. Even at that time of night it was still warm and they sauntered along the side of the hotel, allowing the thumping of music from the night club to fade behind them. They stopped at a rail overlooking the sea and chatted for a while, listening to the soft waves against the rocks.

"I've really had too much wine," Sonia confessed.

"Me too," responded Babs. "So what."

Sonia laughed. "You are so down to earth, Babs," she beamed.

"Look, babe," her new friend said, taking hold of Sonia's arm. "All drink does is dull the pain for a while, and make you tell the truth." As she spoke, Babs gently ran the fingers of her free hand along Sonia's white forearm. 

Cassandra used to do that, Sonia recalled, and the thought sent a tingle from her arm to her sex.

"That nice, babe?" Babs asked.

"Mmm, yes... I mean, no... I mean...!" 

Babs burst out laughing. "I told you that drink brings the truth out, but you've got to allow it to do so."

Babs drained her glass and threw it over the side of the cliff, crashing somewhere in the dark of the rocks below.




The Hotel Ch. 03



"Babs!" exclaimed Sonia.

"Ah, fuck it," the small woman exclaimed. "It's therapeutic. Try it..." 

Sonia thought for a second and then with a squeal of delight, her glass followed that of Babs.

"Good girl," encouraged Babs.

Sonia turned to look at her friend, but the smile on her face faded as she saw the look on Babs face. She had seen that look before. On Cassandra. Arousal. Lust. 

She watched as, almost in slow motion, Babs reached out and hooked her hand behind Sonia's soft neck, pulling her face down to meet her own. She moved her head closer to the attractive red haired wife, her warm gentle breath against Sonia as their lips edged closer to one another.

And then they kissed, Babs long, eager tongue snaking between Sonia's pale soft lips as her hands made a direct path to her hard, milky-white breasts. Sonia's hot tongue responded, licking across Babs red lips as she sighed with pleasure at the two hands pleasured her responding breasts, the fingers pinching the hardened nipples poking through her thin, yellow blouse.

"Is that good, babe?" Babs whispered into her mouth.

"No.." Sonia managed. "We musn't... I mustn't..."

But Babs took no notice. Her tongue silently worked Sonia's mouth whilst her hands cupped Sonia's breasts. She could feel the hardened nipples burning into her palms as she caressed and squeezed the pliant globes, before bringing her fingers down and tweaking the erect tips. The exquisite sensations brought soft little moans of appreciation from Sonia, despite herself. The feeling of the experienced feminine hands, teasing her sandy coloured nipples into diamond-like hardness, brought back memories that had long been cast aside. "Please.." Sonia managed, glancing nervously around them in case they could be seen.

"Please what? Please stop? Please continue? Or please make me cum?" 

Sonia gasped at the words, another surge of arousal running through her body, just as Babs had intended. The predator slid her hands from the aching breasts and undid the button on Sonia's shorts.

"No Babs," Sonia gasped, but her words made no difference.

Babs hand had started its tantalizing journey down inside the shorts, inside her thin panties, and through the neatly trimmed strip of red hair. Finally reached her goal, she gently cupped Sonia's naked mons venus and was rewarded with the loud groans that assaulted her ears. Suitably encouraged, she pressed her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh, and felt Sonia shudder and push her hips forward, trying to increase the stimulation from the small, working fingers. 

It was then that they heard their husbands emerge from the club, accompanied by Leo and Lisa, shouting their names as they spotted them in the dim distance against the rail. Sonia tried to pull away but Babs held her for a moment.

"They are too far away to see," she whispered.

She slowly withdrew her hand, and then as she held Sonia's aroused gold-flecked eyes, she slid the wet finger that had been pleasuring Sonia into her mouth, slowly licking it clean of the woman's honeyed juices 

Sonia groaned aloud at the erotic, intoxicating act.

"Want to taste mine?" the pink haired woman asked, glancing over her shoulder to calculate how long they had before the others reached them.

She her hand inside her jeans, working it downwards and then closing her eyes with a slight groan. Sonia knew her finger was inside her hot core, and watched transfixed as she slid her hand out. Even in the dark, they were so close that she could see that it was coated in Bab's juices.

The others were only a few yards away now, laughing as they walked. It was almost too late.

"Go ahead babe, you know you want to," Babs commanded.

Sonia couldn't help herself, she grabbed Babs hand and lowered her mouth to the wet finger, running her tongue across it and sucking it in as if it was a penis, cleaning it free of the pink woman's love juices. As the others reached them, Babs pulled her finger away but leant into Sonia's ear.

"I know you would like more, babe, and next time you can get it yourself."

*

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The Hotel Ch. 04



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 4 - DAY THREE: A NEW MORNING

Babs and Sonia...

Sonia had slept badly, her mind in a turmoil over the happenings of last evening. Her conflicting thoughts were driving her mad. On the one hand, she was unsure that she was ready for an affair and even if she was, the opportunity for discovery was high. She still could not believe they had taken it to the wire the way they had last night.

But on the other hand, her body needed something different. It needed satisfying, not being simply at the whim of Simon's needs and left to find a way to her own orgasm if she was lucky enough to do so. With Babs, it was unlikely that she would partake in the type of loving relationship she had had, however briefly, with Cassandra. But there was a sexual drive about the woman that had made Sonia feel alive.

She had loved the feel of Bab's finger inside her willing body, and the way the woman had offered her own taste to Sonia had been intoxicating. Lying in her bed last night, with Simon asleep beside her, she had tossed and turned and then used her hands to bring herself off on two occasions, each time imaging that it was Babs' fingers that were pleasuring her.

That morning she had sat with Lisa and Babs whilst their husband's had indulged in their usual high spirits around the pool. She had briefly thought heading down to the beach to try and give herself some space to properly work out what it is that she wanted, but the chances were that Babs would have followed her and that would only have made matters worse.

So she had sat quietly, speaking only when spoken to, all the time aware of Bab's soft, light blue eyes constantly on her face, searching for a reaction, seeking out clues. She could not bring herself to look at the small, pink haired woman in case her eyes betrayed the way that she was feeling. But at the same time, she had no idea how she was feeling, other than accepting the undeniable lust coursing through her body.

Babs looked across at Sonia and then over at her husband as he clowned around the pool. Her mind went back to when she had met Barry whilst in college. He was a business major and seemed to attract women on a regular basis. So she had set out her stall to trap him, even ending her current relationship at the time with her female roommate. Well, not exactly ending the relationship, but definitely becoming more discreet, that was for sure.

They had decided to get married after Barry had graduated, although she had dropped out well before then. The fact that her mother had been against the marriage had only driven her to tie the knot and just after her twentieth birthday they held their wedding in Barry's hometown. It was a lovely, traditional wedding in a beautiful small church and she had believed that it was the start of them living the American dream. How naive!

Ten years later Barry had made his mark on his chosen profession, becoming a partner in a large advertising agency and no doubt drilling half of the female assistants there during that time. But he made a good salary, affording them a nice standard of living, and when it became clear that their passion for each other had faded and that there would be no children, they remained together but each found their own way forward.

Despite their comfortable outward appearance, the deeper feeling inside them had confirmed that something was missing. Over the years, the stress of his making a success of his career had taken its toll on their personal lives, or at the very least it had not helped. It resulted in them having less and less time for each other and gave Barry many opportunities for satisfying his libido in the exciting world of marketing.

Sexual relations between them had become routine, if not mundane. Sex was relegated to the back burner and often turned into a quickie every couple of weeks, just for appearances. But meanwhile, they both feasted their desires with the right people at the right time and always in the most discreet of ways. For Babs, she saw Sonia as another one of those opportunities and she decided to bring things to a head.

"By the way, Sonia," she said to the confused woman.

Sonia looked across into the knowing eyes.

"I've got something that you need. Badly need, I think." She stood up and grabbed Sonia's hand, helping the unresisting woman to her feet. 

"Won't be long," she called to Lisa as she led the mystified woman away. 

She held tightly onto Lisa's hand all the way through the lobby and up the stairs. Not a word was exchanged between them as Babs led the way to her room. Once there, she unlocked the door with her card key and stood to one side, silently inviting Sonia to enter.

When the red haired woman hesitated as to whether to enter the room, she simply said, "Your choice!"

Sonia couldn't help herself. She walked inside, looking around as she heard the door close behind her.

"Babs," she mumbled. "Look, I am sorry about last night. I'm not like that... I didn't mean..."

"Then why are you here?"

Sonia looked at her. She did not know what to answer.

"You know what really turns me on?..." Babs whispered. She said it so quietly that Sonia needed to move a slight step closer to hear her.

"I love the idea of helping a woman realise what she really wants, especially when she is unsure. You see, Sonia, you are unsure aren't you?"

Sonia nodded, licking her lips.

"But inside you are not really, are you?"

Sonia didn't answer. She just stood there listening to Babs mesmeric voice.

"What you want, Sonia... is to go down on me."

Sonia's eyes slightly widened, a surge of electricity running through her trembling frame. Was she trembling from fear or desire, she asked herself, hardly believing what she was hearing.

Babs turned around, presenting her back to Sonia, who knew what she wanted without needing to hear the words that followed.

"Unhook me, babe."

Sonia felt her arms slowly reach out and unhook the clips of the black bikini top. Babs turned back towards her and allowed it to fall to the floor, allowing Sonia's eyes to feast on her plump, rounded breasts with their remarkably high nipples. Sonia tried to look away but found herself staring admiringly at the well shaped breasts, firm and crowned with their proudly pouting, tight, brown tips. 

Babs allowed Sonia to drink in her figure like a woman used to having her body admired, and then slid her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and slid them slowly down to mid thigh before letting them to fall to the floor with a soft swing of her legs. Sonia gasped as the erotic, pink strip of pubic hair was revealed. Clearly it wasn't just the hairs on her head that she used dye on. 

It took some time before Sonia dragged her eyes away from the curves of the provocative body, to find Babs staring at her with a knowing look. The naked woman held her gaze as she took the few backward steps that led to the bed. She sat on the edge, shuffling her bottom back several feet on the covers and then leant back on her elbows, her eyes clouding with lust as she slowly opened her legs.

Sonia could hear Babs earlier words resonating in her mind. "What you want, Sonia... is to go down on me."

Babs reached out and crooked a finger and Sonia could not stop herself from obeying the unspoken command. The trembling woman found herself responding by edging towards the bed, the finger still beckoning her until she leant forward over the naked woman. She saw the combined look of triumph and arousal in Babs eyes and then felt her reach up and put her hand behind Sonia's neck. 

She pulled the confused woman's head downwards to meet her own and Sonia felt the long, eager tongue gently run across her lips, exploring of the contours of her pale, soft mouth. Her lips parted with delicate ease, drawing Sonia's lips open with them, and then slid the very tip of her tongue into the needy mouth. This was softer, much less frantic than last night and she realised she was being exposed to a different side of this woman.

"Such a good girl," the naked woman whispered into Sonia's mouth. "Don't worry, Babs knows what you want, babe"

Sonia was suddenly very aware of the perfume pervading her nostrils, just as she had been last night. She felt the soft pressure of Babs' hands on the side of her face, easing Sonia's head down to her plump breasts. 

"Babs knows what you want," she reiterated, offering her globes to Sonia's soft mouth.

Sonia felt the small woman's nipple brushing against her lips and glanced upwards to see Babs eyes hooding into a satisfied smile. She parted her soft, pale lips and allowed the erect nipple to slip between them, just like she had all those years ago with Cassandra. It felt sensational and she took the tender tip between her teeth and nipped gently.

"Good girl," the naked woman encouraged, letting out a moan.

Babs eyes were bright with excitement and her hand gripped Sonia's red hair even more tightly. At that small offering of encouragement, Sonia opened her white teeth and allowed her hot tongue to lick at the erect nub and all around the deliciously small areola. She took the other breast in her hand, settling the plump weight in her palm whilst seeing out the nipple with the edge of her padded thumb.

"That's so good, babe..." came an encouraging moan. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

For a few seconds Babs ran her hand down and onto the material of Sonia's bikini bottom. The red head gasped loudly as she felt the probing fingers brush against her hot, damp crotch, gently caressing her through the material. She immediately opened her long, shapely legs in encouragement as Babs stroked her pubis through the wet, silk material, before sliding her fingertips under the material and inside Sonia's twin labial lips.

Then the probing fingers reversed their journey and Babs was holding them to Sonia's soft, pale lips. Her mouthy opened to accept them, voraciously licking the honeyed juices and feeling herself close to cumming just from the sheer, lewd, eroticism of the act. As with every woman, she knew her own smell, but until that exquisite moment did not know her own taste. 

Suddenly, the fingers on Sonia's head began to firmly press it lower, and Sonia felt her hot tongue involuntarily licking at Babs stomach as the downward pressure on her head continued. Babs spread her legs wide on either side of the descending woman as Sonia slowly sank between her thighs. It had been so long, Sonia thought, momentarily thinking back to Cassandra.

As she closed her eyes, seconds before the first touch of her tongue, she remembered Babs' words from last night. "I know you would like more, babe, and next time you can get it yourself." Well now she was at the source and that was exactly what she intended doing. As she took her first long lick, she found the sharp taste of that first touch was exactly the same as the night before. It was intoxicating. 

Suitably encouraged, her hungry tongue began to rapidly lick along the soft furrow, eager to satisfy both herself and the moaning woman now under the control of her mouth.

Babs hands encouragingly stroked her head as she moaned aloud, whispering, "That's it, babe... the first time is always special. You'll never forget this taste, babe."

The words drove Sonia on, and she slowly worked her hot tongue deeper inside, remembering what pleased Cassandra the most. Babs raised her knees to grant Sonia easier access and her sheath of muscle welcomed the invader, squeezing the working tongue gently from time to time. Sonia could hear the soft moans of approval and turned her attention the waiting clitoris, shocked not just by its size but also by its firmness. 

The intimacy of it was almost overwhelming. Sonia heard herself emit a lustful groan as she started to lap at the waiting vulva, running her tongue repeatedly along the whole length of Babs' sex which yielded a little more with each stroke. All the while Babs was issuing little instructions.

"A little slower... faster now... harder, babe... just there... don't dare stop... deeper!"

Her nose pressed against the deliciously soft cushion of pink hair as she worked on the little nubbin with the flat of her tongue the way that Cassandra had enjoyed, and she was rewarded as the writhing woman beneath her lifted her hips and ground them into Sonia's face.

"Oh, babe!" Babs gasped aloud, gripping Sonia's red hair more tightly and moaning with the sensations that the wondrous tongue was creating. 

Sonia realised that this was no longer like it had been with Cassandra. Her actress lover had been gentle and loving whereas the undulating woman beneath her was rough in the same way that Simon sometimes was. Only with Babs, it was an incredible turn-on.

It seemed that the sole purpose Sonia's hot tongue was to be used, and Babs was intent on doing so, her moist pubis scouring Sonia's face as her movements became less and less controlled. Her moans were growing louder with each thrust until she raised herself one last time, her hot core devouring Sonia's face as the powerful tremors of an orgasm began to rack her body. For some seconds it was hard for Sonia to breath and though she tried to pull away, Babs was determined that the previously innocent woman would remain in place and endure and enjoy the entire experience.

When she let Sonia go and sprawled back onto the bed, Sonia realised that the wetness was not just on her face but also between her legs. It was hard to think straight. It had all happened so quickly. But, as her gaze found Babs form, lying back in satisfaction with her eyes closed and her breasts rising and falling, she felt more alive than she had done in years. She had brought this sexy woman to an orgasm and the feeling of achievement was overwhelming, sending a strong electrical current through her own body.

It was the sound of the door opening that jerked her back to reality. She jumped to her feet and turned to see Barry walk into the room.

"What on earth?" his alarmed voice interrupted their erotic scene.

Sonia was stunned. She felt like crying. Her mouth dropped open but she could not speak. But then, she did not have to.

"Lower your voice you idiot," Babs said in a harsh whisper as she jumped beneath the covers.

"Sonia is helping me. I have the mother of all migraines."

"Migraine?" Barry asked, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Yeah, a fucking migraine, close those fucking curtains will you and keep out that light!"

Barry hurried across the room to do as he was told. Babs was as calm as Sonia was alarmed. As her husband began to draw the curtains, she winked at her new, female, lover.

"Thanks so much for looking after me, babe. And don't worry. I'll be repaying your good deed soon. Very soon." 

*

Peggy and Loncraine...

It was just as lunch was made available when Peggy asked Venus if her father was free.

"I'm not sure," the attractive girl responded. "But I will certainly check. Do you need to see him or can I help?"

Peggy stuttered for a moment, "Well... I ... er... need to return some brochures," she weakly said, her hand holding the three activity leaflets in front of her.

"Oh, that's okay," Venus responded.

She was fully aware that Peggy needed to see her father and pretty sure that she knew why. But she felt in a mischievous mood.

"I can take them," she wickedly replied, holding her hand out.

Peggy was caught between two stools and was unsure how to react. She started to hand the brochures to the owner's eldest daughter but then drew her hand away.

"Well actually," she said, "I wanted to ask him a couple of things."

Venus smiled, her soft brown eyes flashing playfully. She lowered her gaze and took in Peggy's appearance, licking her red, glossy lips as she did. She had never been with another woman, but when eventually she did, she promised herself it would be with someone exactly like this attractive, sexy older woman.

"You always dress so well," Venus purred.

Peggy was slightly taken aback. This stunning young woman was complimenting her?

"Really? Do you think so?" she asked, immediately feeling stupid at her words. 

"Oh yes," Venus husked.

Her eyes returned to Peggy's body. She was wearing the white bottoms of a string bikini, whilst underneath her short, navy blue halter top her attractive stomach was perfectly displayed. Venus's eyes hooded slightly as she took in the small perky bosom, the cherry-tipped breasts clearly unconstrained by any covering underneath the top. She gave a long sigh as her gaze returned to meet Peggy's eyes, smiling as she saw the puzzled look on the married woman's face.

"I'll just see if my father is free," Venus purred, turning and walking through into the office, closing the door behind her.

Peggy watched her leave, her body trembling slightly. If she did not know better, she would have thought that the girl was coming on to her. Surely not? She felt a tingle run through her at the thought of Loncraine's stunning young daughter being attracted to her, but before being able to dwell on the thought the office door re-opened.

Venus walked out, a broad grin on her face. Loncraine stood behind her.

"Peggy, my dear," he cheerily greeted her, taking her slim hand and planting a kiss on her soft skin. "How lovely to see you again, do come in."

As she walked past him, he stepped back to allow his gaze to take in the superb buttocks under the tiny, white triangle of her small bikini bottom. He knew that by returning of her own volition, she was sending out a clear signal. It was important that he took the initiative.

"And how are you feeling after our dalliance?" he asked.

He took her arm and guided her to the couch, sitting beside her. She gave no reply, seemingly lost for words, and so he took the initiative.

"Well, my sensual lady," he added. "I hope you are feeling as good about life as I am?"

She looked down at her hands, not knowing what to say. After a few seconds, she saw his large black hand reach out and take her right hand, putting it in both of his. He did not speak at first, instead waiting until her gaze rose to meet his own.

"Please don't be shy," his deep voice purred. "I have known from your first visit to my hotel, that you were an amazing, sensual woman. I just feel privileged to have shared yesterday's experience with you."

Peggy felt tears come into her eyes. He was being amazingly supportive of her and his compliments meant the world to her after yesterday. She had been worried that he might cast her aside, but it seemed the opposite was the case. 

But even so, she had thought things through since the moment she had left the office and whilst her body was most certainly willing, she realised that she was in danger of risking her marriage. That was why she had come back to see him now, whilst Charles and Danny had taken a walk down into the village, to make sure that she could put an end to this liaison... affair... whatever it was, before it started. At least, that is what she kept telling herself.

"Loncraine..." she began, waiting and hoping for an interruption. There was none.

Her shoulders shook slightly as she felt his two hands gently stroking hers and it seemed to her that he had slightly pulled her slim hand further towards him, closer to his lap. She felt herself slightly gulp as she recalled what was beneath those shorts. For goodness sake, she told herself as the image of his heavy black shaft, pulsing with arousal , returned to her mind.




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"Loncraine..." she repeated. "What happened between us yesterday is something I will never forget, not for the rest of my life." 

He smiled at her and took his right hand off hers to stroke her hair. She returned the smile, feeling herself tremble again. She took a deep sigh as she attempted to pull herself together and continue.

"But the thing is, I could never be unfaithful to Charles, it would hurt him so much and..." 

She felt his hand leave her hair and take hold of her chin, tilting it towards him.

"But, my sensual lady," he began, his black eyes smiling comfortably at her. "Please forgive me... but I thought you already had been unfaithful?"

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he spoke.

Peggy gave another small gulp. She was not explaining herself very well.

"Yes... no... you see," she began. Then she paused and gave a short, nervous, laugh, staring into his eyes.

He raised another inquisitive eyebrow.

"Confusing, I know..." she began. "What you did to me, how you made me feel... well, no man has made me feel that way before. So wild, so... sensual."

"I told you," he interrupted, his face beaming. "You are my sensual lady. I simply awakened a passion that lay deep within you."

"Yes," she agreed, nodding her head. If only he knew...

She took another deep breath before continuing. "And other than Charles, I have never done to any other man what I did to you!"

"I am honoured..." he began, but she tightened her grip on his hand as she interrupted him.

"But you see, Loncraine, in some ways I can convince myself that I have not been unfaithful, as long as..."

This time it was Loncraine who interrupted.

"As long as you don't fuck me?" he asked.

He saw her eyes widen in shock at his blatant words.

"I am sorry, my sensual lady," he apologised. "It was not my intention to be crude. But in my world, fucking is a wonderful thing. It is a beautiful gift between two lovers." 

She stared into his eyes as he spoke, her arousal increased by his words.

"I would never take anything for granted with you, Peggy," his deep voice softly explained. "You are far too precious..."

She smiled at him, still aroused, but her feelings were softened by his words of endearment. His next words brought her back to reality.

"But if you ask me if I would like to fuck you... and for you to fuck me, then the answer has to be yes... and that it would be an experience that neither of us will ever forget."

Her soulful dark eyes stared into his, aroused by the conversation more than ever, a tingle running through her body at his intonation of that most basic of words.

"And if you did not want me to fuck you, Peggy, then why did you come to see me?"

Her mouth was dry as she stared into his eyes. She was becoming wrapped up in his spell and did not know how to escape, or even if she wanted to.

"The brochures..." she weakly began.

"Could have been given to Venus..."

She stared more strongly at him. "Yes, but I needed to explain..."

"Explain what? That you didn't want to fuck me? Because I do not believe that..."

She wrenched her eyes away and pulled her hand away from his.

"No," she said angrily. "Not that..."

"Then you do want to fuck me?"

She paused, feeling her body begin to shake. She had intended remaining in control but she was anything but.

"To tell you I can't," she softly explained.

"Then why dress so sexily?" he asked.

Her eyes returned to his. He was leaving her nowhere to go. She saw his hand reach out and felt it run across her breasts, naked under her halter top. His fingers tweaked her nipples through the material, teasing her cherry red tips into instant hardness. 

As she let out a sigh, he ran his lips and tongue down her cheek, teasing the soft skin and then beginning to draw exquisite patterns around her neck. She moaned slightly as she inhaled his strong masculine scent. 

"Ever since I have known you," he whispered as his hands continued to pleasure her small, firm orbs, "You have always worn a bikini top or a bra. Why not today, my sensual lady?"

One hand left her breast and she felt him take hold of the string on the right side of her bikini bottom, pulling it undone.

"I know why," he whispered.

His other hand dropped to the string on the left side of her bottoms and deftly pulled open. She knew that if she stood, they would fall away.

"You do, too," he murmured, his licking tongue running along her earlobe.

Both of his hands took hold of the white bikini bottom, slowly easing it from under her body. She felt the delicious friction of the material against her skin sending shudders through her body as she imperceptibly raised her bottom to allow it to slide away.

"Because you want me to fuck you," he whispered.

As he spoke, his lips found hers and she returned his kiss with a frantic passion, allowing him to ease his tongue inside and then immediately engaging it with her own. But even as she urgently responded, he was moving back, standing up.

He stood beside her, and nodded down at his shorts. She could see the growing bulge and was unable to resist. She reached out with her delicate fingers, stroking the cloth covering his penis, feeling it coming alive against her hand. He moaned and when she made no move to stop her gentle but insistent stroking, he snaked his hand down and deftly released the top button.

Peggy ripped down the zip, pulling his shorts down his body and gasping as his huge manhood sprang into her vision. She immediately captured him with her wanting mouth, sucking him inside, feeling his ever hardening response as his fingers found and dug into her hair. Like a wild woman, her mouth devoured him, taking as much of the thick black shaft as she could manage before easing back and then engulfing him again.

She attempted to resist as his hand eventually tried to pull her head up and away, but eventually she had to give in to the pressure of his grip and she stared up at him, a puzzled expression running across her face.

"I can't tell you how good that feels, Peggy," he gasped, smiling into her soulful dark eyes as he gently eased her backwards so that she was half reclined across the couch. "But as good as it was," he rasped. "I need to fuck you now."

She gasped at his words, immediately opening her legs as he eased himself over her.

"Guide me," he instructed, his deep voice betraying its excitement.

Peggy slipped a slim arm between their bodies, another gasp escaping from her ruby lips as her fingers slid onto his huge shaft, still wet from her saliva. She steered him as he eased his hips forward on her, and her mouth parted as she felt his bulbous head nose against her glistening pink vulva. Her body jerked as he rocked forwards and parted her, his breath a harsh gasp against her smooth cheek as he sank exquisitely slowly into her hot, tight body. 

Her pretty head rolled to one side as Loncraine filled her completely, his hands grasping her slim shoulders, holding her still as he withdrew until just his glans was still inside her, before he slid smooth and deep into her once more. Peggy's mouth opened as he began to thrust unhurriedly in and out, her fingers twisting handfuls of his black hair.

"Oh fuck," she groaned.

"Exactly," he gasped.

She was alive with desire as he fucked her slowly and effortlessly, her tight body barely able to absorb each stroke of his immense black shaft. Her head rolled helplessly from one side to the other as her hands held on to his muscular, rhythmically working shoulders. She could feel his breath against her as he thrust back and forth, and she wrapped her feet around him, thrusting her hips upwards against him.

She was gasping in rhythm with his thrusts as he fucked her, and after a few exquisite minutes of sensual ecstasy, she unlocked her feet and spread her legs high and wide, trying to open herself as much as possible to his enormous size. As he pistoned relentlessly back and forth deep within her, her hands tightened their grip on his hair, urging him onwards, her eyelids fluttering at the sensation of him inside her.

His thrusts accelerated as he felt his orgasm approaching, imperceptibly at first but soon forcing Peggy to moan even louder with the effort of absorbing him. She whimpered with helplessness as his thrusts came faster and faster, the couch beginning to hit against the wall with soft thuds.

"You like Loncraine fucking you?" he teasingly moaned as her curvy hips squirmed beneath his immense torso.

"You want Loncraine to cum?" he gasped.

She knew from his words and his ever urgent thrusts that he was nearly there and she increased her hip movements, determined to take him over the edge.

"Yes," she gasped in response. "Cum, baby. Cum!" 

Her inner walls squeezed him for all she was worth and she was rewarded as she felt the enormous, driving penis shudder to a halt deep inside her, before a soft cry escaped his lips.

"That's it," she cried, driving her hips upwards whilst her locked feet pulled his buttocks to meet her thrusts. "Good boy!" 

A split-second later she felt a sudden heat flower deep in her body as Loncraine came in long, thick spurts. Each of his jerking inward strokes filled her completely and his orgasm seemed never ending until, eventually, his breathing at last began to return to normal. Peggy held him tightly until he stopped moving, her nails digging into his broad back as she urged every last drop from him.

Eventually, he eased himself to one side, but just as Peggy thought they were finished, she felt his hand running slowly over her smooth, curvy hip as he pulled her across and over him.

"Put your arms around me," he commanded softly. 

His head closed in on hers as his knee gently parted her legs wider, and she felt her heart leap with lustful excitement as she realised he was going to take her again. But she wanted to take control and she swung herself across him, settling herself across his lap, her inner thighs gripping his hips.

She reached her slim hand for his heavy, erect penis and easily guided him inside her aroused body. Within a few seconds her curvy hips had begun to rotate against him, almost of their own will. She was unable to stop herself and not even wanting to. He had cum and now it was her turn, her thoughts consumed by the pleasure radiating from her hot body. 

He could tell how much she wanted this, all pretence long gone, and he watched in quiet satisfaction as she undulated on him, purring like a cat as she did so. He reached up and cupped her perky breasts, feeling her elongated cherry tips beneath his palms. He was entranced by the eroticism of the moment, at the feel of her breasts in his hands, the way her body held him inside her, the intensity of her focus on her own pleasure.

"I fucked you," his deep voice whimpered. "Now you fuck me."

Peggy groaned at his words, driven on by the sense that he was completely under her control as she further built up the pace. She could hear him involuntarily gasping in rhythm with her down-thrusts as she fucked him hard, the smooth flanks of her inner thighs pistoning relentlessly back and forth in a rapid circular motion as her orgasm approached. She could feel her aroused clitoris deliciously rubbing against the bottom of his thick, black shaft with each bounding move and that inflamed her further.  

But just when she felt in complete command, she felt him move his hands up towards the cleft in her bottom, tracing a finger down and along her buttocks before rubbing over her pert little hole. She almost screamed as he caressed this part of her body, forcing him to put his hand over her mouth.

"Quietly, my sensual lady," he urged, but then slipped the tip of his finger into her opening. 

She screamed again, the sound muffled by his hand, and his actions seemed to encourage her further as with a snarl of pleasure she picked up the now frantic pace as she rode him towards orgasm. His finger was now moving along with his penis, in and out, the sensational feelings from both touches electrifying her until, with a loud scream that even his large hand could not completely mask, her orgasm arrived, electrifying her entire body. 

She pulled herself forward and leaned heavily down on him as her body shook, caught up in an intense surge of ecstasy. Seconds later, she passed out.

*

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The Hotel Ch. 05



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 5 - DAY THREE: THE DAY HEATS UPM

Tommy, Toni, Gary and Gina...

Although it was early afternoon and the sun was at its hottest, that had not deterred the four friends as they relaxed beside one another. They had chatted all morning and were now lying quietly, enjoying the sun's rays.

"I could do with a drink," said Toni, turning around on the multi coloured blanket spread across the golden sand. She had been lying on her stomach and now eased herself up into a sitting position. 

"Me too," said Gary, sensing an opportunity.

"Tommy," Toni's soft voice purred.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Do you fancy a drink?"

"No, honey, but you get yourself one if you want."

"You bastard," she playfully groaned. "I meant for you to get me one."

"Nah," he said, "I'm too comfortable right now."

She looked across at him. He was lying on his back, dark, wraparound sunglasses covering his eyes as he soaked up the sun.

"You mean you want me to walk back up to the hotel by myself?" she asked with a sigh.

"Only if you want a drink," he responded.

"Bastard," she repeated, with a little more vehemence this time. "What about you, Gina? You thirsty?"

"I'm okay, babe, thanks."

Like Tommy, Gina was lying on her back, her slender, curvaceous body shining from the sun tan oil she had only just freshened.

Toni jumped up. "Thanks, Tommy," she sarcastically responsed. "I'll go myself then. What do you want, Gary?"

"Hmm, not sure," he responded. "Tell you what, I'll walk up with you."

"Okay," she said, digging her toes into Tommy's side. "See, there's some chivalry left in the world."

Gary grinned. It hadn't occurred to Toni that Gary could have offered to go by himself for the drinks and save her the trouble. He picked up the pad on which he had been sketching and took hold of Toni's soft arm.

*

Danny and Veronica...

Danny was sitting alone in the empty bar when the man and woman entered, bought their drinks and then sat down across the other side of the room. He had seen them before, and was sure they were staying at the hotel with another couple. 

His thoughts, as they had been all day, were on the sexy, young, black girl who had promised to teach him all she knew about sex. As if on cue, he felt hot breath against his neck and he swung around. The vision that greeted him wore a pale green top with a pair of white shorts and her lustrous black hair was in pigtails.

"Hello, sexy," Veronica whispered into his ear. "Still thinking about last night?"

"No," Danny responded, but not convincingly.

"Oh yes you were," Veronica insisted. "I can tell!" 

"How?" he naively asked.

She laughed. "Oh. So you were!"

He felt himself blushing. Damn, despite them being the same age, this incredible girl always seemed to be one step ahead.

"It was so hot don't you think?" she asked, coming around and flopping into the seat next to him.

"Yeah..." he breathed, feeling a lump appear in his throat. "You thought so, too?"

"Oh, yeah, my goodness that was incredible," she exclaimed, wanting to encourage the young man.

"It was?" he asked.

Oh God, there he went repeating himself again, he realised.

"Oh yes, I mean, kissing you was nice, but when I took your dick in my mouth and you came, that was sensational!"

He felt himself blush all over at her words and could feel his penis immediately rearing in his shorts.

"Oh, yeah, it was definitely sexy for you to cum in my mouth like that. Thank you."

Danny stared into her deep, brown eyes. She was thanking him?

She smiled sweetly at him, watching the bright redness appear on his face and his neck. She had never been with anyone so innocent before and in its own way, it was quite a turn on, albeit completely different to her normal liaisons. She decided to tease some more.

"What about you..." she sexily asked. "Did you enjoy our kissing?"

"Oh, yeah," he gasped.

"Are you sure?" she asked, pretending to doubt him.

He jerked his head up and down, anxious to ensure she knew how much he had enjoyed it. "Oh, yeah, kissing you was incredible, Veronica"

She smiled sweetly at him. "And what about when I stroked your dick?"

His eyes widened. He had never heard a girl talk this way before.

"Hmmm...?" she asked, putting on her best little girl face.

He took a large gulp and leaned a little closer so that they could not be overheard, even though there was no-one else near them.

"That was really good, too," he confided.

"Only good?" she teased.

He gulped again, his eyes narrowing. "Veronica, it was incredible. I've never..."

"And what about when I took your dick out of your shorts," she interrupted. "Tell me how that felt, Danny."

He just stared at her, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"And when you wanted to cum," she breathed, loving his nervous reaction to her teasing. "Did you enjoy that?"

He just nodded, his tongue flicking across his now dry lips.

"Is that a yes?" she teased.

"Yes," he groaned.

"You liked that?" she asked again, watching him squirm in his seat and realising that he was attempting to disguise his clear erection.

He nodded silently, unable to speak as she spun her spell.

"Tell me," she insisted. "Did you like it when I took your dick in my mouth?"

"Yes..." he groaned again.

"You liked it when Veronica let you cum in her mouth?"

He squirmed again. His erection was aching and if she didn't stop talking he might even cum again right there.

"Well...?" she asked.

"It was fantastic," he blurted. "Better than anything I've ever experienced." 

This was better, she thought. She deliberately dropped her eyes to the bulge in his shorts, allowing him to see what she was doing. When she returned her gaze to meet his, she leant closer across the table.

"You're nearly ready to cum again now, baby?" she asked.

His breathing was ragged, coming out in jerks. If she didn't stop talking, that's exactly what he would do.

Abruptly, she stood up. "Well, that will have to wait until this evening," she purred.

As she started to walk away, she turned back for a second. "And don't you go making yourself cum before then," she ordered. "From now on, that's Veronica's job!"

*

Gary and Toni...

When they had been served their drinks, Gary suggested that they sit in the shade for a few minutes before they walked back down to the beach. He asked Toni to take his sketch pad whilst he carried their drinks over to a table in the corner of the bar. Other than a goofy looking lad in the opposite corner, the room was otherwise empty.

"Cheers," he said, clinking his glass against Toni's.

"You've been sketching all morning," she said. "I didn't realise you enjoyed it so much."

He laughed. By chance, this conversation was about to go in the direction he wanted.

"Yep," he said.

Her green eyes smiled at him. "Are you any good?" 

"Yep," he answered.

She laughed. "Modest, too?" 

"Yep," he repeated, his soft blue eyes twinkling at her.

"And mysterious..." she said, referring to his one word answers.

"I enjoyed sketching beautiful things," he simply said.

"And that's what you have been doing this morning?" 

"Yep," he responded. "This morning's was especially beautiful." 

"Okay, Mr Modest" she responded. "Can I see?" 

He nodded and she flicked over the front of the pad, gasping as she did. It was a half finished sketch of a face and the top half of a body. Her face. Her body.

"I told you I enjoyed sketching beautiful things," he said with a soft smile.

"It... it's incredibly good," she whispered, turning to stare into his eyes before adding, "You think I'm beautiful?" 

"Astonishingly so," he responded, watching a soft blush appear on her face.

She lowered her eyes to her drink, slightly embarrassed.

"Can I finish the sketch?" he asked. "Whilst we are sitting here?" 

She looked into his light blue eyes again, and then produced a dazzling smile.

"Okay," she responded with a giggle. "But you have to make me more beautiful."

He shook his head. "That would be impossible, Toni," he simply said.

Her soft blush increased in intensity and her hand seemed to tremble a little as she handed him the pad.

"Okay, he said. Now just lean back against the chair."

She did as she was bid, enjoying the moment even though she felt self conscious.

"That's good," he encouraged her. "Can you just arch your back a little?"

She did, but when she realised that accentuated her breasts, she hurriedly reverted back to her original pose.

"No, Toni," he softly responded. "I need your breasts to thrust out a little more."

Her blush deepened and he laughed.

"Now, who is the expert here?" he gently chided. "I have to have you in a similar position as you were on the beach."

She smiled self consciously as she arched her back and he saw with some satisfaction that her nipples were now jutting out, bullet like, against the pink material of her thin top. She followed his eyes and realised that the involuntary reaction was fully on display. Looking back up, she saw him smiling at her.

"Perfect," he softly said, before adding, "In every way."

She gave a soft sigh. She hadn't thought of Gary in any other way than as Tommy's friend. Now she had different thoughts running across her mind. She just was not sure exactly what they were.

"Tell you what," he said, sketching away. "If it makes you relax, why don't you talk to me?"

"I'm too nervous. This situation doesn't quite seem natural," she sighed.

"Well, look over there," he suggested.

Toni followed his eyes and saw one of the owner's daughters sitting beside a young lad. She was whispering to him and from his reaction, he looked very uncomfortable.

"Looks like she's teasing him," she laughed.

"Yep," he replied. "And from what I can see, he's got every right to be nervous."

They both laughed.

"But there's no need for you to be. And to do this properly, I've got to have you more relaxed," he insisted. "Tell you what, whilst I sketch, we'll ask each other some questions."

"What about?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," he beamed. "Anything..."

"Okay," she said. "How long have you sketched?"

"About five years," he answered. "That was easy. How long have you posed?"

She laughed. "That's easy, too," she softly said. "About five minutes! What's your favourite type of subject?"

"The human body," he responded. "Mostly female. Preferably nude."

He watched her eyes widen and laughed.

"My turn to ask," he continued. "Would you pose nude for me?"

He watched as she blushed again, but gave an answer he did not expect.

"Hmmm, possibly. I'd have to think about that one." She grinned wildly when she saw his surprised reaction. "My turn. Do you have any nudes in that sketchpad?"

He smiled. The conversation was going better than he could have planned.

"One," he said.

"Male or female?" she asked.

"That's two questions," he said. "But male. My turn... would you like to see the nude?"

She paused, watching his eyes. They seemed to be challenging her.

"Yes," she decisively responded.

He paused and put his pencil down on the table. He flicked across a few pages and then passed the pad to her. She gasped out loud. The sketch was of a naked man staring into a mirror. His long but soft penis hung down between his legs and she could not help but stare at it. Eventually, moving her eyes up the body, she saw it was Gary's face. It was a self-portrait. She looked again at his penis before silently handing the pad back. 

Gary smirked inwardly. He knew he was much bigger than Tommy and that she would see that for herself. He began to sketch again, telling from the rise and fall of her breasts that the sketch had had the desired effect.

"My turn," he said. "If you ever allow me to sketch you in the nude, can I be nude, too?"

She paused before answering, "No." 

When she saw his shoulders drop slightly, she laughed. "That is... No, it's not your turn, it's mine." She hesitated, before asking, "Is that self portrait accurate?"

He smiled inwardly. "Perfectly proportioned," he confidently answered.

Yes, she thought. She could imagine that.

"I'm finished now," he said and showed her the completed sketch. 

She took the pad from him and stared at her photograph. He had made her more beautiful, she thought, and the sight of her full breasts and erect nipples against her bikini top looked so sensual.

"That's so beautiful," she complimented him. "And somehow... erotic, too."

"Exactly," he said. "I told you it was a perfect representation."

Her green eyes stared into his. She was seeing this young man in a completely different light.

"I guess we'd better get back now," he said. "But it's still my turn. Do you enjoy oral sex?"

She stared into his light blue eyes, her heart beating loudly. She stood up and allowed his eyes to run across her body.

"Yes," she said, and saw his eyes jerk back from her firm, lightly tanned, rounded breasts to stare into hers. 

She smiled. "That is... Yes, I guess we had better get back now."

* 

Tommy and Gina...

As Toni and Gary began to walk back up the sand towards the hotel, Tommy sat up and looked across at Gina. He was unable to see her blue eyes under her shades, but took in her beautiful face with those sensuous full bow-like lips, framed by her long, blonde hair. His eyes travelled down to her deliciously freckled, jutting breasts, the brown tips indenting the light blue material of her top.

He saw her head move and realised she had been watching him whilst his eyes had surveyed her.

"What?" she asked.

"Er... nothing," he responded, blushing slightly at being caught out. "Just thinking."

"Hmm," she replied. "From the way you were looking, I know exactly what you were thinking!"

He smiled. She was giving him an opening.

"And what exactly was that?" he asked.

She softly laughed. "Oh no... I'm too old to get caught up in those kind of games!"

Damn, he thought, then tried a different tack. "All I was thinking was that now we've got rid of the two hanger-ons, what should we do next?"

Gina laughed. "Well, I don't know about you. But I'm going to get some sun on my back."

With that, she turned over her slender, curvaceous body and lay on her front, reaching for the sun tan lotion. Tommy watched as she undid the cap and reached back to rub some into her shoulders. 

"Here," he said, reaching for the bottle. "Let me do that."

"It's okay," Gina half-heartedly protested. "It's okay, I can do it." 

But Tommy kept hold of the bottle. "It's no problem, Gina, there's no way you can do all your back. Just relax." 

He squeezed some oil from the plastic bottle and allowed it to drip onto her lower back. Then he ran his palms across her back as he massaged the oil into her soft skin. Pushing up along either side of her spine, he worked his thumbs into the muscles and soon he was rubbing along the entire length of her back, from the top of her tiny light blue bikini bottom up to her freckled shoulders. 

Tommy was sure he head her emit a small moan and suitably encouraged, he gently massaged the oil into her slim shoulders, slowly, and down her tanned arms to her elbows. He made sure that he was not simply rubbing suntan lotion into her skin, he was giving her a slow, sensual massage and she was making no move to stop him. 

Gina knew that she should not be allowing this but she was enjoying it too much to stop him. And what harm could it do, particularly with Toni away with Gary. There was no chance of provoking any jealousy. And for one so young, he did have a wonderful touch, she thought. Not too hard, but firm enough to get into her muscles. The feeling of his hands, the slick oil and the hot sun on her skin was so sensual. 

Then she felt his hands unhook the back of her top.

"No way," she gasped, starting to sit up until she realised that her top began to drop away from her breasts. She immediately sank back down.

"Don't be a baby," he scolded. "I'm just avoiding getting oil on your top. Lie still."

"Okay, buster," she said, relaxing again. "Just be careful."

"I'm always careful, Gina," Tommy softly said, allowing her to ponder on his meaning.

He smiled to himself and allowed his hands to softly run along her sides, close to the breasts that were flattened against the towel. He gently caressed the oil along her skin, allowing his soft fingertips to run feather-light down along the very outer edges of the curves of her breasts. He waited for the rebuke but none was forthcoming. If anything, he heard her breathing deepen. She allowed his caressing for some time before he felt her move slightly.

"Okay," she softly said, her breathing a little ragged. "I think I'm done now."

"Yep," he agreed, but then added, "But I'd better do your legs." 

Before she could answer, he poured some oil over the back of her legs. Even the feel of the liquid as it hit her skin felt sensuous to her. She allowed herself a soft sigh as she felt his hand run across her calf muscle, sliding up to her knee and back down again. She sighed again as he developed a steady rhythm and she felt the delightful sensations that were running through her legs, trying to find a way to her sex.

He dug his fingers firmly into her calf muscles, easing away any tension, and then repeated the exercise with her right leg before gradually moving up towards her thigh. Using both hands now, he was blatantly massaging her and was delighted at the way she responded. There was no longer a hint of any objection, instead he heard soft little grunts of pleasure as he increased the pressure of his fingers. 

He began to massage the oil into her thighs, alternately hard and slow strokes, with each touch heading closer to the material of her bikini bottoms. The sensations were now well and truly running through her body and she tried to ignore the moistness growing between her legs. Her sex was now pulsating and she felt her breathing coming in soft, panting gasps of arousal.

"Tommy..." she gasped, but he ignored her.

He ran his hands higher until they bumped into the tiny triangle of material that covered her magnificent tanned buttocks.

"Tommy..." she gasped again, but again he took no notice and she made no further move to stop him.

He ran his oiled fingers around the superb globes, digging into the flesh as he did so. Hearing a louder moan, he slipped both hands underneath the material so that now he was massaging her magnificent rounded buttocks, pressing hard and then rotating his hands, making no further pretence at massage. This was now a blatant act of sexual pleasuring and he felt Gina pressing her bottom back against his fingers.

He realised that Gary's girlfriend was allowing him to bring her to orgasm, her hips and bottom now moving faster under his pleasuring fingers as they dug into her skin. For a few moments she undulated against his working hands and then she let out a long, low moan and began to tremble with agonised relief as her climax took her. 

Tommy continued to massage her shuddering buttocks, digging his fingers even harder into the flesh and gripping tightly, holding her trembling globes until her spasms subsided and her breathing eventually began to return to normal. They both knew a line had been crossed.

"Gina..." he began to say, but she pulled away from him and stood up, quickly gathering her belongings.

"I should get back." she quietly said, her flushed face giving away the sexual tension inside her. "I'll see you later..." 




The Hotel Ch. 05



*

Danny and Veronica....

When Danny walked into the bar with his parents after dinner, his eyes roamed across the room looking for Veronica. He immediately spotted her, talking to one of the women who worked there. As soon as she saw Danny, she smiled and he felt himself blush. 

He watched as Veronica ordered from the bar and when she picked up the two bottles of beer, the two women walked over to him. As they approached, the attractive purple-haired girl kissed Veronica on the cheek and made her way towards the door.

"See you later at the gym, Helena," he heard Veronica say before she turned her attention back to him.

"Hello Charles and Peggy," she softly said in her sweetest voice. "Danny and I have a return game of pool arranged if that's okay with you?"

"Of course," said Charles, beaming at her. Right them he was more interested in where her sister was.

"Enjoy yourselves," Peggy whispered, pleased that Danny had found some company, especially of the female variety. "Hi Danny," Veronica smiled. "You ready for another lesson?"

He felt his throat tighten, hoping his parents realised that she was talking about pool. He turned to them, anxious to emphasise the point.

"Er... yeah... Veronica thinks she can give me a lesson at pool," he explained.

She handed Danny a beer and took his hand, pulling him in the direction of the games room. 

"Are you always this nervous?" she asked, shaking her head. "What does it matter what they think?"

There she goes again, he thought, wondering whether he would ever feel comfortable with this young woman. 

Fortunately, the room was empty again, but instead of heading for the pool table, Veronica flopped down on the couch in the corner of the small room.

"I got you a beer, nervous man," she quipped. "You okay with that?"

"Alright," he responded.

"Good. I hate drinking alone," she laughed, her soft eyes sparkling at him. "Don't look so worried. And come here and sit down."

He sat beside her.

"Cheers," she said, clinking bottles.

They both took a drink and Veronica laughed.

"That was a sip, not a drink, Danny. Do it properly."

To demonstrate, she raised the bottle to her lips and drained half of it without pausing for air. He looked into her challenging eyes and then mimicked her action, but instead of smoothly swallowing the beer, he began to choke and spat it out. Unfortunately for him, half of it went over Veronica's cream t-shirt. 

"Oh God, I'm so sorry...."

But Veronica was laughing, looking down at herself. The dark liquid had left a wet stain over her right breast and she ran her hand across it. 

"Veronica, I'm sorry...." he began again, but her finger to his lips cut him off.

She snaked her hand around his neck and pulled his head to hers, her wet breast softly pressing against his bare arm as they kissed. 

"You're getting better," she said with a huge smile, as they finished the kiss. 

Before he could answer, she leaned back in and kissed him again, her thin, pink tongue slipping between his lips. This time he responded immediately, entwining his tongue around hers as her soft fingers stroked his neck. 

"You're definitely getting better," she beamed, pulling away. "Give me your hand."

He did and she placed it over her wet right breast. "You gonna dry this for me?" she softly asked. 

As he stared at her, she gently rubbed his hand over her amazingly firm breast, allowing him to feel the aroused nipple under her t-shirt. 

"That's nice," she breathed. "What do you think?"

His breathing was coming in short, rapid gasps as he clumsily stroked her soft mound. 

"It feels incredible," he choked out.

She dropped her hand to his thigh, allowing him free access. He squeezed and kneaded the firm orb then traced his finger over the nipple that was pushing out against the wet front of her t-shirt. 

"That's nice..." she encouraged, leaving him to find his own way. 

He took it between his thumb and forefinger, lightly squeezing. 

"Umm, that's good, Danny," Veronica encouraged. 

He smiled, gently rotating the nipple with his finger, listening to her little moans to determine what she liked most. He felt her soft hand snake around his neck again, and felt her exert some pressure as she moved his head down towards her breasts.

"Suck it, Danny," she instructed, pulling her breast free of her top and brassiere.

This definitely was new territory for him but he responded immediately, his lips closing around the dark little bud. As he did, she softly stroked the hairs along the back of his neck.

"Good boy," she softly encouraged. "That feels nice." 

She heard him begin to moan as his mouth worked on her, and as the arousal in her own body grew, she gently pulled his head away. When she saw his look of disappointment, she smiled at him and kissed him gently.

"In a moment," she whispered.

He watched as she stood up and backed away from him towards the door, her eyes never leaving his. When her back softly bumped against the wood, she reached behind her, still holding his gaze, and he heard the sound of her locking the door behind her. She smiled again as she pulled her still damp t-shirt over her head, her hands immediately going behind her back to unhook her brassiere. When she dropped it to the floor beside her t-shirt, his mouth opened wide.

Her superbly full, breasts with their small, dark, deliciously erect nipples jutted out towards him.

"Come and get them, baby," she teasingly purred, leaning back against the door and arching her back.

When he hesitated for a split second, she ran her soft hands across her orbs, lifting them to his gaze. Even with his inexperience he hesitated no longer, standing up and slowly covering the distance between them.

"Veronica," he gasped. "I've never seen anything quite so beautiful."

She beamed at his words, feeling incredibly turned on by his admiration and his innocence.

"Go to work," she whispered.

Although he was unsure what was the right thing to do, his instincts took over. His young hands grasped each breast, feeling their shape as he carefully caressed them, stroking the hard nipples with his palms until he dropped his mouth, sucking the right tip inside. As she groaned, he moved to her left breast, determined to show no favouritism. 

He realised she was emitting strange little mewling noises as he sucked on each erect nipple and renewed his efforts, determined to provide pleasure. He frantically sucked part of her left breast into his mouth, his wet tongue continuing to flick hungrily at the erect, dark bud. After a while he became more adventurous, teasing the glistening black globe as his tongue circled the nipple, all the while the fingertips of his right hand caressing and pinching her other breast.

He felt Veronica's hands around his head, urgently pulling his mouth more firmly against her breast. She was encouraging him to take more of it between his working lips, and he softly sucked even more of it into his mouth as he did so. He knew from the way she arched her back, growling as she felt his hard tongue swirling around her jutting nipple, that he was doing what she wanted. He heard little gasps punctuating her breathing, and realised that his own breath was bursting forth in short, rapid gasps. 

Then the picture changed. Her hands had left his neck and were reaching for the top of his shorts. She deftly unfastened the button and roughly pulled them down. She swung him around so that his back was now against the door, and slid to her knees before him, pulling his shorts away completely and snaking a hand inside his boxers, hearing him groan as she pulled his manhood free. 

The head was wet and shiny from the pre-cum that had leaked out whilst he was servicing her breasts and she ran the pad of her thumb across it. She glanced up at him. He was watching her but immediately pulled his eyes away when she looked up.

"You've got to control yourself," she whispered, running her soft hand along the hard shaft. "You can't cum until I say!"

"Oh, my god," Danny answered, the sensations building inside him as he felt her stroking hand.

She moved slowly and tenderly, knowing after last night that he would probably cum with just a little stimulation. She held the shaft just below the head, squeezed him lightly.

"Oh, fuck," Danny pleaded.

"You close?" Veronica asked.

"Yes," Danny groaned.

"Hopeless," she answered. "You've got to have more willpower than that, baby."

She watched as another drop of pre-cum leaked from him and licked it off with the very tip of her tongue.

"You want Veronica's mouth on you?" she throatily asked.

"God, yes," he groaned.

"Veronica's mouth on Danny's dick?" she teased.

"Oh fuck," he answered.

"Well you can, baby. But you've got to prove yourself first. If you don't cum whilst I stroke you, you can cum in my pretty little mouth. Is that a deal?"

"Oh fuck," he repeated.

She slowly stroked her hand up and down the shaft and then gripped him under his velvety smooth head. He was groaning constantly now and as he released another drop of pre-cum, she gently used it to lubricate his hard weapon as she slowly masturbated him. She wanted to make it last as long as possible, to teach him control, and so she went nightmarishly slow for both of them.

"You're doing well, baby," she encouraged.

Testing him further, she ran her other hand up to his testicles, gently cupping one and then the other, fondling them tenderly. For a short while she teased his shaft with one hand whilst caressing his testicles with the other, all the while looking upwards and watching his face contort as he tried not to cum.

"Okay, baby," she purred. "I'm going to count to ten and then Veronica's mouth is going to take you to heaven again." 

"One..." 

It was time to put him to the test and she tightened her grip on his shaft, increasing her pace. The additional speed made him groan more and she felt his body stiffen. 

"Four..." 

She knew he was very close and she pumped harder.

"Veronica..." he groaned.

She ignored him. "Six..."

"Veronica!" his cry was urgent.

She ignored him. "Eight..."

His hips left the door as his shaft began to stiffen and pulse. 

"Nine..." 

The first jet shot several feet in the air, returning to land on Veronica's chest. The second flew skywards too, landing back down beside the first. She turned the angle of his rapidly firing weapon so that the further impressive spurts were directed onto her breasts, one after another running over her firm curves. 

"Such a lot of cum," she enthused. "That was so impressive, baby... but we really have to improve your control."

*

Babs and Sonia...

The evening had passed quickly. Just when Babs wanted Barry to do his own thing, he had remained with her, attentive to her every need. Every need bar one that was... 

She had no opportunity to get Sonia alone, even when after a short while she had told him her migraine was easing. He had stayed with her not just for the rest of the afternoon, but also throughout the late evening dinner with their four, holiday, friends.

As for Sonia, after her time with Babs, her own body was aching for release, and although she exchanged glances with her pink haired seductress at every opportunity, she reluctantly accepted that she would be using her hand again tonight once Simon was asleep.

"Okay, time for bed," Barry said, finishing his drink and stamping the empty glass down on the table.

"No way," Simon exclaimed. "It's not that late!"

"Late enough," he responded. "My head doesn't feel too good and don't forget Babs has had a migraine."

Babs stood up with him, but said, "I just need the bathroom first."

She turned to Sonia. "Coming, babe?"

Sonia leapt up from her chair and followed the smaller woman, not sure what she had in mind but desperately hoping that Lisa would not follow them, so that she could find out.

Inside the empty rest room, Babs stared into Sonia's eyes.

"Need some relief, babe?"

Sonia's heart thudded in her chest as she nodded.

Babs stepped backwards into a stall and then her finger beckoned Sonia inside. That beckoning finger would remain in Sonia's mind forever, she thought, instantly obeying the request. Right at that moment, she was being subsumed by a primal urge beyond her control and her heart felt ready to explode as she allowed Babs to lock the door behind them. Their lips met in a frantic kiss, Babs hands roughly caressing Sonia's hard breasts through her light, patterned, dress.

Immediately, Babs dropped to her knees, her hands sliding lovingly up and under the dress and onto Sonia's small panties. With practised ease she flexed her fingers and then pulled them all the way down, allowing Sonia to step out of them. She picked them up and handed them to the red headed woman.

"It's my turn to pleasure you, babe," she hoarsely whispered. "But this is just a taster of what is to come before we leave this hotel."

She placed her hands on the insides of Sonia's thighs, encouraging her to open them a little wider, not that any encouragement was needed. Sonia groaned as she watched her would be lover's head slide closer, looking down at her pink hair whilst she made a slow trail of butterfly kisses across the moaning woman's mons. 

"Let's see how long you can keep from cumming..." she wickedly whispered. 

Sonia groaned loudly at the words. Please don't let anyone come in, please.... she kept repeating in her head.

Babs drew each of Sonia's labia in turn between her pursed lips, flicking them with her tongue. Sonia felt her legs trembling with the incredible sensations, and stuffed her hand in her mouth in an effort to quieten her loud and continuous groans. 

The experienced woman between her thighs caressed her wet sex with her beautiful nose as her mouth moved to Sonia's waiting clitoris which had slithered forward to meet the long, eager tongue. Sonia felt the sensations begin to build and knew where they were heading. This was so much more intense than anything she had experienced with Cassandra. 

"Please..." she gasped, but it took an effort to whisper the entreaty whilst trying to ride the ever growing surge of electricity building inside her shuddering body.

Babs looked up at Sonia and gently rose to her feet, her lips snaking to the out of control woman's ear. 

"I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before," she whispered, leaving hot licks of pleasure around the soft neck before sliding to her knees again. 

Her mouth eagerly found Sonia's hot core once more and the very tip of her tongue slipped through her unresisting opening. Sonia couldn't hold back, her orgasm was approaching with an amazing intensity and she felt her body explode as soon as Babs' searching lips took hold and sucked on her incredible sensitive clitoris.

As she shuddered against the woman's mouth, she felt Babs continue to work on her, her probing mouth greedily swallowing every outpouring before her probing tongue filled her again and renewed its assault. Sonia's breathing became ragged, she was clammy with perspiration and her heart was racing as she realised that her orgasm was only the start.

Suddenly the probing invader of a tongue was gone but that provided only momentary relief as Babs thick, glossy lips closed around her clitoris which felt somehow larger and harder. After a few moments of gentle lathering she began to fuck it with her mouth, her piston like sucking creating an explosion of electricity to course throughout all of Sonia's extremities as she immediately came a second time.

This time Babs did pause, allowing the contractions to take their course, and just as Sonia's eyes began to open and her weak body look for rest, she felt the long, eager tongue again. It was moving slowly, at first drawing a circle on her extended clitoris before thrusting inside her, quickly gathered speed. This was even faster than the pace she set before, it seemed impossible to Sonia that anyone could flick their tongue so quickly.

Sonia's body was defenceless and responded the only way it could, her third orgasm breaking through, and she found herself crying out Babs name as she gushed hotly for a third time, a series of waves rippling through her exhausted body.

When Sonia eventually opened her eyes and returned to reality, she saw Babs standing beside the door, blowing her a kiss. "Sleep well, babe..." 

*

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The Hotel Ch. 06



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 6 - DAY FOUR: DANNY, CHARLES AND PEGGY 

Peggy, Charles and Danny 

Danny was a little late joining his parents for breakfast.

"Where have you been?" Peggy asked.

"Just slept in late, that's all," he replied, giving her a puzzled look.

"It's half past nine," she reminded him.

"That's no problem," he responded. "We're on holiday."

She gave Charles an exasperated look, before turning back to her son.

"Well, just in case you've forgotten, you're meeting Veronica at ten."

His head jerked up. "What?"

"She stopped by our table not more than twenty minutes ago and said to remind you," his mother explained.

"Oh, okay."

Danny's mind did overtime. Even in his post orgasmic state, he would have remembered if they had agreed to meet this morning. He had no idea what it was she was up to but from his experiences so far, he knew it would be worthwhile.

"Where are you two going?" Peggy asked.

"Er.. not sure."

"Well," said his father. "It's a long time since you went cycling, so I hope you'll cope. Especially in this heat."

Cycling, he thought! "Em.. did she say where we were meeting?"

Peggy laughed. "Just like your father. Tell him something and he forgets half an hour later!"

"Very droll," Charles responded. "She said she would see you in reception."

*

Danny and Veronica

Veronica only kept him waiting for ten minutes, but when he saw her, he realised she had been worth waiting for. She wore such a small, yellow, bikini top in which it seemed that more of her superbly full breasts were uncovered than covered. They swayed as she walked towards him and he felt an immediate stirring beneath his shorts.

"Glad you could make it," she purred. "Fancy another lesson?"

"Absolutely," he grinned.

"Good boy," she beamed. "Follow me."

She led him around the rear of the hotel, to a small shed. She unlocked the heavy duty door and told him to choose his weapon. Looking around, he saw half a dozen, practically new, mountain bikes. Veronica saw to her own whilst Danny chose his and locking the door behind them, she led the way to a narrow track at the back of the hotel.

"I didn't realise this existed," he told her.

She smiled. "Not many people do. Local knowledge!" 

"Where are we going?" he asked, as they began to cycle.

"Now, Danny," she softly said. "Where do I usually take you?" 

He looked at her, nonplussed, and she gave a loud laugh.

"You white boys don't know much," she grinned. "To heaven, baby!" 

He fell in behind her as the narrow track narrowed further, finding difficulty in keeping his eyes off her firm, athletic buttocks as she rode. Even in her thin, black shorts they looked sensational and it took a real effort to tear his eyes away and concentrate on the direction she was taking him. Not for the first time it seemed she could read his mind, as she looked back and grinned at him.

"Enjoying the view?"

"The finest around here," he shouted back, feeling more relaxed in her company now.

After around a quarter of an hour the path widened and they rode side by side. She was a strong rider and deliberately forced the pace, resulting in his needing to concentrate and work hard to keep up with her. The path started to climb, making the gripping tires of the mountain bikes essential, and it was all he could do to keep up. At the top, she stopped, waiting for him to close the short gap that had developed.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" he responded, panting heavily. 

He wiped away the perspiration running down his forehead and looked at her. She seemed as if she had hardly broken sweat, although he could see her bullet like nipples pushing against the fabric of her top. She followed his gaze and laughed. 

"Beautiful aren't they?"

He raised his eyes and stared into hers. They were twinkling at him.

"They'll be yours soon, baby," she beamed, pushing off again. "Not far now." 

The track was downhill now and Danny sped up in an effort to match her pace. Eventually she slowed as the path dropped further, navigating the bumps until they came to what appeared to be a dead end. He looked at her quizzically and she nodded through the trees. He followed her gaze and saw there was a small stretch of beach. Veronica locked both bikes and grabbed the quilt she had carried on hers, leading the way through the small group of trees and out onto perfect sand.

"Wow," Danny said.

"I thought you might like it," she purred. "It's the most idyllic spot on the island."

She spread the quilt under a tree to give them some shade and immediately removed her shorts, displaying the skimpy, yellow bikini bottoms that matched her top. Danny's heart raced faster as he stared at her. She really was an incredible young woman. As they lay on the quilt, she pulled some suntan lotion from her small bag. She slowly worked it into her legs, front and back, constantly changing positions to allow Danny to feast his eyes on her long, black limbs.

Eventually, she stopped and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Enjoy that?"

He grinned. "You are beautiful."

She grinned back. That was one of the things she liked about this boy. No cheesy chat up lines.

"Would you do my back," she asked, handing him the lotion.

He sat behind, squeezing some lotion on his hand and started rubbing the white liquid into her glistening black skin. He gently rubbed it into her shoulders first, whilst she held her lustrous black hair in the front. As he began to cover her back, she reached behind her and undid the hooks holding her top together. He rubbed more lotion into her back, covering as much as he could all the way down to her bikini bottom. 

"That's good, thanks," she said.

He looked for the top of the bottle, but as he did, she lay back on the quilt, discarding the bikini top. 

"Would you do my front now?" she asked.

Her superbly full breasts were alert even in their resting position, and her small, dark, delicious nipples stood out in what was the most provocative sight he had ever seen in his young life. It was even comparable to her standing against the locked games room door last night, he thought. He emptied more lotion onto his hands and worked it into her pliant orbs, caressing rather than rubbing and feeling the harness of his manhood matching that of her nipples against his palms.

Her eyes were half closed when she stopped him, her voice a low purr of pleasure.

"You have such lovely hands," she murmured. "But we'd better get some lotion on you, too."

Aware of the bulge in his shorts, he turned onto his stomach, removing his thin top. She slowly rubbed the lotion into his back, across his shoulders, then down his arms and finally the back of his legs. Her feather-light touches had not helped him control his erection and he thought that if he pushed himself into the sand, he could probably make himself cum.

"Turn over," she instructed.

"Turn over?" he repeated, worrying about his erection.

"It wasn't a question," she said with a soft giggle. "Turn over." 

He did, edging round and lying back. She made no comment on his state and began rubbing the lotion into his upper chest with long sweeping strokes, until she edged lower. She ignored his stomach and went straight to his legs, and having finished there, poured some more lotion onto her hand.

"Nearly finished," she purred. "Your stomach next." 

The first touch of her lotioned hand on his stomach felt exquisite, and she dug in deeply, running from the top of his stomach down to the top of his shorts. His manhood felt so hard it was aching. 

"Just about there," she murmured. "Only your thighs to do." 

"My thighs to do?" he asked, just as he felt her hand tugging his shorts down his embarrassed body.

He felt her slide around to reposition herself, so that she could tug them off and away from his body, discarding them on the soft sand. They both looked down at his penis, the rounded head pointing skyward.

"Impressive," she said. "Is there ever a time it isn't erect?"

"Not when I'm around you," he boldly replied, feeling the soft breeze across his naked legs.

"You say the nicest things," she beamed.

"And you do the nicest things," he responded.

This time she laughed out loud. "Well, I do believe we are growing in confidence! Do you think it's time for lesson three?"

"Lesson three?" he repeated.

She gave a soft sigh. "You also have the most annoying habit of repeating things. Lesson three is exactly what I said!"

"What is lesson three?" he asked.

"Well... so far I've made you cum twice with my hand. Although to be fair, the first time you did get quite a bonus and were only a second away from another bonus last night. Shame about that!" she giggled.

He stared up into her eyes, waiting for whatever was coming next.

"So... lesson three is oral sex." 

"Oral sex?" he repeated.

"God....." she groaned. "Don't start that again!" 

With that, he felt her soft hand on his penis, gently stroking him into an even harder state than he already was. Another drop of pre-cum appeared and Veronica took that as her cue, slowly leaning down and licking it with the very tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Tastes nice and salty, baby."

She lowered her head again, lightly sucking around the tip to see if she could elicit another drop of the clear liquid, watching him watching her as she did. Still holding his gaze, she licked the underside of the head with her tongue and around the purple ridge, before plunging her sweet red lips all the way down the hard shaft. 

"Oh, fuck," Danny gasped 

"You like that?" she purred.

"Oh, fuck... yes!"

"You going to cum soon, baby?"

"I'll try not to," he whimpered.

"Good boy," she encouraged. "But don't worry this time. Try to hold back as long as you can and when it gets too much, you can cum in my mouth again." 

She took his shaft firmly in her hand and then wasted no time in returning her mouth onto it, sliding her sweet red lips down the length of the impressive hardness, determined to make this a first time to remember for her young virgin. Hearing his loud groans, she took the bulbous head into her mouth, sucking around the tip and running her magical tongue over his foreskin. His groans only encouraged her to suck harder, no longer worried as to how long he could contain himself. 

"Oh, geez, oh, fuck, Veronica! That feels so good!"

She expertly pleasured him, gently pulling back on the shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth and then greedily swallowing down his entire length again before pulling back and rotating his sensitive skin with her tongue. Her thin, pink tongue traced all over the shaft, feeling the delicious hardness of it. Her mouth loved the hot feel of it between her lips, delighted at the way he was containing himself. 

Looking up to see his eyes trained on her, she allowed him to slide out of her sucking lips for a moment and held the shaft in her hand, her eyes holding his as she gave a display. Her tongue ran up and down from base to tip and she heard him groan at the sight. She knew that he couldn't last much longer. Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft jerk slightly from her unexpected touch. 

Then her mouth followed her fingers, taking one testicle in her mouth and then the other, sucking heavily on each. She could almost feel his testicles start to tingle as his orgasm grew near, and returned her teasing mouth to the shaft, her teeth gently nipping. That was all that was necessary to take him over the edge and he reached down and grasped her hair as he raised his hips and splashed into her waiting mouth, feeling her throat eagerly sucking down his offering. 

His body shuddered three, four times as moaned into the sea air, then shuddered again as he fired further salvos into the eagerly accommodating mouth that refused to leave him until his body eventually finished jerking.

"Good boy," she whispered, licking up his final drops. "Such a good boy to last so long. Veronica is so very impressed with you and your dick."

*

Loncraine...

Loncraine looked out from his private balcony over the pool. The area was hidden so that anyone in his office would have no idea it was there. But throw open the two large doors on the wall to the side of his desk and he had the best view in the hotel.

He could see everything that was happening, whereas he had total privacy. He was lying on a large sun bed, big enough for two, watching the three young men laughing and shrieking as they attempted to outdo each other in the pool. Simon, Barry and Leo were attempting to keep a beach ball out of the water by heading it between them, laughing hysterically each time one of them failed to do so.

His sharp eyes left the three, floating across the space to where their three wives sat. Babs and Sonia seemed deep in conversation, whilst Lisa was idly watching the men, occasionally lathering another layer of suntan cream onto what even Loncraine regarded as an outstanding young body. She had by far the best body of all their guests this week, for many weeks in fact, and that was quite a compliment when he thought of the various women who had populated his hotel in recent times.

He watched as her long, painted fingernails tugged at her outrageously small bikini top, her golden upthrusting young breasts bringing a sigh even to his lips. He briefly imagined himself tasting them, running his tongue around her nipples, and then paused as she stood for a moment to adjust her chair, her perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks offering themselves to his lustful eyes. He decided right there and then that he would have that woman before she left, irrespective of his dalliance with the oh-so fuckable Peggy.

Ah yes, Peggy. She was now beginning to bend to his will and he eased himself off the sun bed, walking across to the opposite wall. He checked the hidden camera and smiled. He had one in each room, and also in one wall of his private balcony. Over the years he had built up quite a collection. He picked up a remote control from the side table and walked to the high backed chair, planting his feet on his desk as he eased himself back.

With the flick of a couple of switches the television flashed into life and it took only a few seconds with the fast forward button to bring Peggy to the screen. He idly began to stroke his manhood through his shorts as he watched her slipping a slim arm between their bodies and steering him inside her. He watched the gasp escaping from her ruby lips, her dark eyes blazing with arousal as she allowed him to ease forward and sink exquisitely slowly into her hot, tight body. 

Her pretty head was rolling to one side as he filled her, all pretence of resistance gone from her magnificent body, her eyes ablaze as she accommodated him, her fingers twisting handfuls of his black hair. At one point her out of control stare was turned to point full at the camera, her eyes closed and ruby lips parted in an expression of sheer lust. Her mouth was open as he thrust unhurriedly in and out of her, her moans filling the screen.

He had burned the recordings of all the women he had seduced onto DVD's and amassed quite a collection over the past couple of years, a full, living record of his succession of conquests. He beamed happily; even his daughters were unaware that he had such a fine collection. When he was old and grey, they would keep him nice and warm. He decided that he would have Peggy again today, and then he would turn his sights onto the magnificent Lisa. 

As he poured himself a glass of wine, he began to hum to himself.

*

Charles and Venus...

Venus made her way over to the corner of the bar area where Charles and Peggy were sitting, deep in conversation with a couple of male guests. Her body had a need and she intended to slake it.

"Hello," she cheerily greeted them.

All four pairs of eyes turned on her, and all ran over her body. She wore a linen, half top, stopping well above the diamond stud that adorned her belly button on her flat, black stomach. She was not wearing a brassiere and her curvaceous cleavage was thrusting against the white material, her hard, chocolate brown, nipples available to their eager eyes. Her cut off red shorts with their frayed edges completed the voluptuous picture.

Peggy was the first to recover, although Venus was delighted to see that the woman's eyes had drooled over her appearance just as much as the men.

"Hi Venus," she eventually responded.

Venus turned to the two men. "It's Simon and Barry isn't it?" she said with a smile, more of a statement than a question.

Her words brought their gaze from her breasts to her eyes.

"I recognise you two from what Helena has told me," she sultrily explained.

"Helena?" asked Charles, his eyes searching hers and then looking at the two men.

"She works here," Venus told him. 

"Ah," he nodded, though not much wiser.

"She's their dance partner each night in the club," she breathed. 

Peggy's eyes widened. "Really? Better not tell your wives."

Simon and Barry laughed nervously together.

"Oh, they know," Barry said, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. "It's just a bit of fun."

Venus raised an eyebrow. "Well, from what I understand," she husked, "I think she has the hots for the two of you. Better not tell your wives that, either!"

As Simon and Barry exchanged glances, Venus turned back to Peggy and Charles.

"My daddy sent me to ask whether you would like to join him for a cocktail," she innocently purred, watching Peggy's eyes widen slightly.

"But..." she continued. "You may be aware that I won our tennis game earlier this week?" she asked, addressing the question to Peggy.

The woman laughed. "Oh yes, I know. He hates losing at anything."

"Well, right now he has to pay his forfeit!"

She looked at Charles who had gone red in the face.

"So..." she continued. "If it's okay with you, Peggy, I'd like to borrow your husband for an hour and then he can join you and daddy later?" 

Peggy felt a surge of arousal run through her body. Her love making with Loncraine had been astonishing and she had been unsure whether the opportunity would present itself again, or if it did, whether she should take it. But now the thought of being alone with him again had immediately set off a moistness between her toned thighs.

"That's... that's fine," she murmured.

"Great. Just pop along to his office whenever you are ready," she purred.

She made sure that Charles' attractive wife saw her eyes wander down to her breasts, lingering for a few moments before returning to her eyes. She smiled sweetly and then turned to Peggy's husband.

"Okay, Charles, the moment of reckoning for your defeat. It's time to call in our bet!"

"Oh dear," laughed Peggy. "That sounds ominous, what do you have in store for him?"

"Can't tell you, it's a surprise," Venus beamed. 

She pulled on her top so that the curves of her unfettered breasts and hard, brown, nipples were once again prominent against the material. She smiled to herself as all four pairs of eyes took in her voluptuous orbs and she arched her back slightly for even greater effect.

"But it will involve some hard physical exercise, so he'll be worn out when I send him back to you, Peggy!" 

Peggy half smiled, not really paying attention. Her mind had returned to being alone with Loncraine again. She had to be so careful...





The Hotel Ch. 06



Venus turned again to Simon and Barry. "Bye, boys" she beamed happily. "And don't forget to have fun with Helena tonight!" 

She deliberately swayed her hard, rounded buttocks as she began to walk away, knowing they would have the group's full attention.

"Say we meet in twenty minutes, Charles" she beamed happily over her shoulder. "At the back door!" 

*

Danny and Veronica...

Danny woke, without realising that he had been asleep. Veronica was propped up on one elbow, smiling at him.

"What happened?" he asked. 

Veronica laughed. "You've been sleeping," she said. "I think your first blowjob tired you out!"

"Sleeping?" he moaned. "For how long?"

"I'm not sure," she laughed. "Long enough for you to recover in time for lesson four, I hope."

"Lesson four?" he repeated. 

"Oral sex part deux," she laughed. "Subtitled... how to pleasure a woman."

She lay back down on the quilt, slipping her hands behind her head.

"Come here, baby," she purred. "My breasts need attention."

He smiled gently as he covered the short distance between them, leaning down and taking both of her superb, full breasts in his hands, bringing his mouth down on the closest chocolate brown nipple. He licked it several times before sucking it into his mouth, encouraged as Veronica moaned appreciatively. 

He eased himself up onto his knees so that he could reach both delicious nipples, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth whilst his fingers pushed her mounds upwards, cupping them in his hands and gently kneading them. One of Veronica's hands slipped to his head, running though his golden hair and holding his head and mouth exactly where it was. She arched her back as she did so, growling as she felt his working tongue swirl around her chocolate nipple. 

"I think you are well on your way to becoming an expert," she purred, easing her legs apart as she felt the moistness build between them. 

As Danny's mouth switched breasts, she could hear her breathing bursting forth in short, rapid gasps and her body jerked with pleasure as she felt him swallow her other erect nipple with his eager mouth, lathering it lovingly with his eagerly working tongue. His teeth closed lightly on the chocolate tip, forcing yet another gasp from Veronica's parted, sweet red lips as her body responded even further. 

"I'm not sure which lesson that was," she whimpered, "But you have passed with flying colours."

She pulled his head upwards for a long, lingering kiss, surprised at the tenderness she felt for this naive young man.

"Next steps," she whispered. "Are you ready, baby?"

He nodded, his heart beating wildly.

"Good boy. Take my bottoms off."

He moved into a kneeling position on the quilt, leaning forward as he saw her lift her hips and he began to pull down her tiny bikini bottom. He watched memorized as the narrow strip of dark black curls came into view, and he felt his weapon harden as he pulled the material down and off her legs. Veronica watched his face throughout his actions, feeling a warmness inside as she took in the captivated look on his face. 

"You like?" she gently asked.

"It's amazing," he responded. "You're amazing. You're so beautiful."

She smiled at his words. He was so different to any other man she had experienced, and there had been quite a few.

"Ready for your lesson?" she asked.

He looked into her eyes, his face a mixture of lust and a little fear.

"Don't you want to pleasure me, baby?" she asked.

"More than anything," he responded.

"Okay, baby?" she whispered. "Sit between my legs." 

As he positioned himself as instructed, she eased her long, legs apart, opening herself further to his inexperienced gaze.

"Put your hands under my bottom and lift me..."

He slid forward, thrusting both hands underneath her firm, rounded buttocks, which automatically brought his face level with the narrow strip of dark black curls. 

"Lick me, baby..."

As he held her curvy hips tightly against him, he felt her strong fingers grip his hair and gently pull his head closer to her glistening sex. He stiffened his tongue and eased it against her pink labia, gently licking as she had instructed, feeling her hips begin to undulate against his mouth.

"So good, baby," she whimpered, allowing a soft groan to escape from her sweet, red lips.

She felt bolts of electricity run through her as her young trainee's hard tongue continued to lick her, eliciting a long moan of delight from her gasping lips. He pressed her thighs downwards, quickly warming to his task as he forced her hot sex against his mouth, whilst his working tongue snaked as deep as it could. He felt a hard bump against his nose and stopped his ministrations for a second. 

"That's my clitoris, baby. Take it into your mouth."

Danny did as he was bid, a willing pupil as he adjusted himself slightly to allow his mouth take hold of her hardening clitoris, alternating between flicking and sucking the hard little nub as she undulated her aroused sex against his face. He realised with some relief that he must have been doing the right things, the satisfying sound of her breathing growing heavy with her building excitement confirming that to him. 

"That's it, baby. So good. Keep doing that"

She was now allowing his mouth and tongue to expertly pleasure her, raising her curvy hips higher, his hands still tightly gripping her buttocks as her body began to move in faster, rhythmic motions. She knew that in her aroused state it would only take a few seconds for her to climax and laughed at herself for chastising Danny when he had cum so quickly.

"Faster, baby...." she instructed.

He followed her entreaties to perfection, his tongue increasing the tempo until he felt her drive her buttocks even higher, violently bucking against his mouth as she came. He heard her scream aloud as she reached her climax, feeling her body jerk as one peak followed on top of another. It took a while for her tremors to subside and until they did, he held his mouth tightly against her writhing body, unsure of his next steps.

As her trembling began to reduce, he gently took his mouth away and lowered her shaking body back to the quilt. He quickly slithered up beside her, looking into the half closed deep brown eyes that were smiling warmly at him.

"Was that okay?" he asked.

*

Charles and Venus...

Charles was waiting there inside fifteen minutes, wondering what she had in store and as a result, a little unsure as to how he should dress. He wondered what she meant by the exercise comment and concluded that she intended to take him on at another game, no doubt one at which she excelled. In the end he went with a change of shorts and underwear, on the basis that as unlikely as it was you never knew what opportunities might lie ahead.

Venus was dressed exactly the same as she had been when she had spoken to the four of them in the bar, the only difference being that her thick black hair was wet and swept back over her shoulders.

"I've just had a quick shower," she purred at him.

She slipped both arms around his neck, pressing her sublime globes into his bare chest.

"Can you smell me?" she husked.

He could indeed. She smelled of strawberries, the scent covering her body as well as in the air. Feeling him stir against her, she smiled and took a step back.

"Okay, Charles. Are you ready for your forfeit?"

"What did you have in mind?" he tentatively asked.

She moved her head to one side as she looked at him, and then the other. "Another game," she softly said, her soft brown eyes holding his.

"I thought so," he confidently asserted, but she just laughed.

"I don't think so," she whispered. "At least not the game that I have in mind."

Turning, she walked across to the small staircase and began to walk up the stairs, swaying her hard, rounded buttocks as she did. After a couple of steps, she looked back over her slim shoulder.

"Coming?"

She immediately turned and began to ascend the steps again, so much so that he had to move quickly to follow her. She walked him up to the top flight, always several paces ahead so that he could view her peach like buttocks as she deliberately swung them from one side to the other. By the time they reached the impressive hallway at the very top, his penis had taken on a mind of its own, reacting with vigour to the sight before it.

There were only three rooms on the top floor, or suites to be exact. Her father's, Veronica's and hers. She quickly opened her door and entered, allowing it to swing towards its resting place behind her and he had to move quickly to slip inside before the door closed and shut him out. They were in a large room, with a white sofa to his left, a chair and table to his right and a bay window immediately opposite.

He looked at her, without speaking, a puzzled expression on his face.

"My bedroom is behind me," she drawled. "This game is to see if you can win your way there."

His already stiffening penis lurched slightly in his shorts.

"Venus..." he began.

"Are you up for it or not?" came her uncompromising question.

"I'm married..." he whimpered.

"And your eyes have been committing adultery all week!"

"Venus..." he began again.

She smiled, beginning to unbutton her half top. His eyes followed her fingers, black against the white material, as she deftly unfastened all three buttons. Within seconds she had shed the garment and as it fell to the floor his eyes zeroed in on her voluptuous thrusting cleavage, her brown buds standing out proudly against her soft flesh.

"I'll make this easy for you," she calmly explained. "One answer. In or Out?"

He licked his lips. Her hard, chocolate coloured nipples were calling out to him.

"In."

She smiled as if the verdict was never in doubt.

"Good decision. Now the rules."

She stepped back and unfastened the small button at the top of her red shorts.

"First the rug," she said, nodding to the white fluffy floor covering on her right.

Her left hand slid down her zip.

"Then the chair." Her head inclined to the left.

Her fingers eased the shorts halfway down her thighs, exposing the top of her thick, black, pubic hair.

"And finally," she purred. "The sofa!"

This time, she shimmied the shorts down her legs and kicked them away. 

He had never seen such an erotic sight in his life as she stood naked infront of him. His throat was instantly parched, his tongue licking across his dry lips.

"All you have to do," she said walking towards him, "Is make me cum in each of those locations..."

She stopped a couple of feet away and reached out for his hand, pulling him towards the rug. 

"And that shouldn't be too difficult, Charles. I feel very, very horny."

She pulled him down on the rug, roughly tugging his shorts down to expose his semi hard erection.

"Good boy," she purred. "It shows promise. But remember, you have to make me cum three times and then, and only then, you can fuck me in my bedroom." 

She pushed him flat on the floor. 

"Do that, Charles," she whimpered. "And you can do what you want with me, for as long as you want. But only until you cum...."  

His penis rose to full hardness at her words and she smiled.

"I see you approve?" 

With that, she eased herself across his chest, straddling his upper body and pinning him down on the fluffy carpet. She slid forward until her body made contact with his face, her thick, black pubic hair covering his nose and mouth. He could smell the scent of strawberry and he raised up his mouth so that he could push his tongue upwards through the erotic thick hair. He slowly licked upwards, running the tip of his tongue through the thicket and against her wet labia.

"Oh Charles," she whispered, beginning to undulate her hips against the softly teasing tongue. "You bad, bad, boy!" 

He continued to lick along her heated furrow, the friction of her soft movements reinforcing the exquisite sensation coursing through her body. Her weight was on her knees as she hovered above him, gently pressing down and rotating her hips on the now active hard, tongue. He slipped his pink invader between her twin labial lips, entering hesitatingly at first and then searching deeper.

Her body dropped a couple of inches to rest gently on his face, his mouth sucking in her juices as her excitement became more and more tangible. Inspired by her tiny thrusting movements but also by the ultimate prize, he worked his tongue more deeply inside her and as she sank down further on him, hindering his breathing, his hands went to her gently undulating hips, encouraging her to raise herself slightly.

She did, and as a reward he began to greedily suck at the love juices that were beginning to flow more freely. He was rewarded as her body stiffened and she let out a truly animalistic growl as she came, her body juddering against his successful lips.

It took a long minute before her breathing began to return to normal and she eased herself off him, struggling to safely stand up before making her unsteady way across the few feet to the chair. She sat down in the wide seat, hooking one long leg over the left arm and the other over the right. 

"Come on, baby," she encouraged, leaning her head back and closing her soft brown eyes.

He crawled across the short distance between them and devoured the sight of her thick pubic hair between her spread-eagled voluptuous thighs. In a single movement he again pressed his mouth against her wet pubis and began to lick her with long hard strokes of his tongue. There was no delicacy about it, his hands running across her spread inner thighs and lathering her sex with broad, feverish, sweeps of his tongue as her groans began to build.

He felt her hand on the top of his head as he pleasured her, the soft fingers working into his short hair. 

"Such a bad boy..." she groaned, her ripe buttocks lifting off the seat to meet the thrusts of his lips.

He worked his tongue inwards to attend to the wanting clitoris that had slid from its hood some time earlier. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she urged him on, her own narrow, long tongue flicking over her glossy succulent lips. His mouth paid tribute to that most tender of buds, pausing every now and again to heighten the sensation before resuming his ministrations. 

Using his fingers to support his pleasure giving tongue, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger across her shining nubbin, gripping and sliding it from the crown to the root and back. Both his tongue and fingers were now masturbating her and she tilted her hips off the chair to give him maximum access. Her clitoris expanded between his fingers and when it was sufficiently stiff he returned it to between his mouth, gently flicking his soft tongue against the underside of the bud.

That was all it took and she knew she was moments away from again exploding in his mouth. Her head was back, her eyes rolling, the sensations running from the tip of her head to her toes. His hands tightly gripped her black thighs as she began to groan again, an almost inaudible sound at the back of her throat at first, but changing into a fevered growl as she reached the edge.

"Bad boy," she gasped, her body bucking under his mouth. "Gonna cum..."

Her body began to spasm and his mouth had a hard time staying with her as her animalistic growls went into overdrive and she went into freefall. Each time it seemed she was finished, her hips bucked as she was engulfed by another delicious aftershock, her eyes rolling around her sockets in blissful pleasure. 

It took her longer to recover and when she did, she slid one foot from over the arm of the chair and wrapped it around his naked back.

"Charles," she cooed. "Two orgasms and I think that may have been record time."

Her foot unwrapped itself and she pulled it around to the front of him, momentarily resting it against his chest before violently pushing him backwards onto the carpet.

"Let's see if we can make this third one last a little longer," she panted.

She left him and covered the distance to the sofa, easing herself across the cushions and running her hand through the thick, black bush between her voluptuous hips.

"Do your stuff, baby," she whimpered, teasing her fingers along her inner thighs, easing her hard, rounded buttocks up towards him.

He was helpless to resist this black Lolita. He fell across the distance, dropping between her spread legs and lowering his greedy mouth to the treasure that awaited him. She opened her legs wider and curled a leg around his back and neck, pulling his face tighter into her. Immediately his tongue found its new home, lapping greedily at the now copious love juices that found their way to his mouth.

Again, he attacked her engorged clitoris, alternately licking it with his hard tongue, flicking it with his tip and sucking it inside his mouth, worrying it between his teeth.

"Fuck, Charles," she gasped.

Both of her hands were now digging into his head, one pushing his face more tightly into her undulating thighs and the other gripping hold of his hair as if wanting to tear it from the root. He increased the suction of his sucking and felt her hips and groans respond. She seemed close to being out of control as she ground herself against him and he knew she was about to climax. 

His ultimate prize was within reach and however excited he may have been, however much his rigid manhood was already prepared for action, he was determined to pace himself so that he fucked her for the rest of the afternoon.

And then she was there, gloriously so, her third orgasm overtaking her. But this one was different. Within a few seconds, her body began to shudder and then she ejaculated, a gush of her honeyed juices splashing into his face, followed by a second burst. His instincts made him begin to quickly recoil but she would not allow him.

"No baby!" she instructed, one hand still gripping and holding his head.

She pulled him back into her, whilst her other hand ran across her clitoris as she continued to drench him with her outpouring. It felt repulsive and yet intoxicating at the same time and when eventually she was spent, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face up towards her, her tongue licking her own juices from him like a cat. She lapped her tongue across his face, the animalistic noises present at her two previous orgasms returning in low and continuous growls.

It was simply the most wet, wild and wanton of erotic moments that Charles had ever experienced and to his amazement and disgust, he felt his testicles begin to tighten and his rock hard manhood begin to twitch and pulse.

"Venus," he gasped, as if speaking her name would save him from the inevitable.

Her lapping tongue continued to clean his face as he came, sending streams of his seed leaping across the couch, some landing on the cushions and some, erotically, on Venus's black skin.

"Poor baby," she whimpered, her tongue now leaving his face. "I thought you wanted to fuck Venus? Couldn't you wait?"

*

Peggy and Loncraine...

Peggy was apprehensive when she knocked on the door of Loncraine's office. But there was no doubt she was feeling extremely sexually stimulated. She had allowed ten minutes after Charles had left her for his assignment with Venus, just in case. She wondered whether she should be a little jealous that Loncraine's eldest daughter was paying him such attention, but knew it was harmless, unlike the situation she found herself in with her father.

She had showered and dressed in her favourite bikini, one that left little to the imagination. She stopped by the tall, long mirror before leaving her room and admired her body, her hands gently caressing her small perky bosom and bringing her cherry-tipped breasts alive as her eyes ran down to her curvy hips and extremely shapely legs. Loncraine would be impressed!




The Hotel Ch. 06



He answered her knock, dressed as usual in only a pair of shorts, the muscles of his rippling physique being enough to cause a subtle change in her breathing. His smile was warm and inviting and he took her hand, gently pulling her inside.

As he closed the door behind him, he pulled her to his chest and she felt his long tongue slide into her soft mouth, eagerly exploring and intertwining with her own. His insistent kiss lingered on her ruby lips and she knew she was powerless to prevent him doing anything he wanted with her. She slid her slender arms obediently around his muscular, black shoulders, fully aware that she was consciously and completely abandoning herself to him. 

Her red fingernails stroked the hairs along the back of his neck as she felt his hand slide up her body from hip to neck, and bury itself in her thick, black hair. His breath was warm against her smooth cheek as he licked around to her neck, his leg easing her tanned thighs apart. She knew that his urgency was a sign of his longing, as was the immense penis she felt beginning to lengthen steadily as he pulled her into him. 

She was in doubt that he intended to feast on her wanton body until it was time to release her and she felt a strong surge of arousal run through her at the very thought. She lightly squeezed his hard buttocks, her long, painted fingernails pressing through the cloth of his shorts, signalling her capitulation to anything he desired.

In answer, his fingers caressed the velvet contours of her smooth stomach, rising upwards to hold and caress her small perky bosom, immediately unsnapping the front fastening hook and running just his fingertips across her erect cherry coloured tips. As she emitted a soft moan, he pulled his tongue away from her mouth and ran his lips unhurriedly across the muscles and hollows of her slender neck, all the while his fingers and hands caressing her sensitive globes and nipples. 

As she felt his suction on her neck increase, she murmured softly, "Loncraine, no marks. I can't afford for Charles to find out about us..."

He smiled at her as he eased his tongue away from her glistening neck, taking her hand again and pulling her to the slightly open door that led to the balcony.

She gasped. "Loncraine," she said, "I had no idea..."

Once outside, she watched through the tinted glass as the sounds from the various guests became clear and she realised that his office must be soundproofed or she would have heard the sounds during her previous visits. She looked around the pool, idly wondering if Charles and Venus might be within eyesight, but then felt him take her hips and ease her down so that she was lying on the sun bed. 

His eyes ran slowly, lustfully down her gorgeous body, now clad only in her tiny black thong that just passed as bikini bottoms. He placed his huge hands on her trembling hips, his forefingers looping around the elastic strings of her bottoms and he held her gaze as she lay completely passive. He slowly began to draw the thong away and down over her smooth, tanned thighs, fully exposing the thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair that never failed to immediately arouse him.

"Just lay back," his deep voice commanded. "I have something different in mind for us today." 

He reached down under the sun bed and produced a small bottle of massage oil, gently unscrewing the cap.

Oh God, she thought. He is going to give me an all over massage. She smiled at him, her dark eyes gleaming in anticipation.

He upturned the bottle and ran a good amount of the clear liquid into his cupped hand, before laying the bottle down and rubbing his hands together, his deep eyes closing on hers as he worked them gently against each other. After a few seconds of exquisite anticipation, he slid his well oiled fingers over the soft skin of her perky breasts.

She gave a long sigh as she felt his slippery hands envelop her velvet-smooth globes, beginning to stroke and squeeze the cherry coloured tips. One hand left her, and she felt more of the delightful oil streaming over her fully erect nipples. He was pouring more of the oily lubricant onto her glistening skin, expertly manipulating it into her gleaming, breasts and she involuntarily opened her legs as the sensations reached her sex. 

Loncraine watched her beautiful face contort in pleasure as his fingers did their work, and felt her beginning to squirm gently beneath his expert ministrations. Her breaths were now soft purrs of excitement and his own breathing was becoming ragged at the delightful feel of her globes beneath his palms and the way her body was reacting. He squeezed her superbly feisty breasts harder now so that they almost slid out of his hands as he pleasured her. 

His penis had been steadily lengthening and as he stood up and slid his shorts from his muscular body, he heard her gasp at the sight of his huge black penis as it swung slowly up past the horizontal, pulsing gently as it rose until its rounded head was almost brushing against his stomach. His eyes were alive with desire as he shifted position straddling her stomach so that his huge torso was towering over her and his taut buttocks were resting lightly on Peggy's flat, tanned stomach.

It was only then that she realised what he had meant about something different and as his hands slithering firmly over her now heavily oiled breasts, he leaned forwards and engaged the weight of his heavy erection into her wet cleavage as he pushed her firm, perky breasts together, just sufficient to be able to envelop a good portion of his long black shaft. Gently, he began thrusting gently back and forth, unhurriedly fucking the golden globes, his black shaft contrasting with her soft tanned skin.

"Is that good, my sensual lady?"

She stared at him. It was different, and her body was vibrating at the excitement of what he was doing. But whether it was good....

"Oh, but it is," his deep voice breathed as he gently stroked himself along the tunnel he had created. "It is a new experience, that is all."

She nodded, feeling his hands stroke and manipulate her slippery breasts, and being aware from her own quickening breaths that she was alive with arousal at the delicious tingling which radiated from her chest.

"After all, this holiday has been full of new experiences, Peggy, has it not?"

She nodded, captivated by his deep voice. The sounds from around the pool were echoing around her ears and it seemed surreal that he was doing this to her within such a short distance of so many people.

"For example, had you ever been with a black man before?"

She felt her body shiver with excitement at his words, and could not bring herself to speak. Instead, she gently shook her head.

"That is good, sensual lady," his deep voice complimented her.

He was panting slightly as he continued to slowly slide between her gleaming breasts, her nipples bullet-hard beneath his sliding hands. 

"Your first time unfaithful?"

She nodded slowly, unsure how the admission made her feel.

"That is wonderful, lady," his deep voice boomed, beginning to thrust more quickly now. "You chose me!" 

She was not exactly sure that it was she who had done the choosing but she was fully aware that most other men would not have been able to make such an impact on her. The friction created by his rigid manhood between her breasts was exquisite and her arousal grew further as she watched his face begin to contort. 

Clearly he was not going to last much longer and she ran her soft hands over his, tightening her breasts even further over his thrusting manhood. He groaned at the sensuality of her actions, her hands now tightly gripping his, and the sensation of her soft flesh against his hardness increased even further. He watched her pretty head slowly tilt sideways and smile up at him, her eyes gleaming. 

He repeated his question from earlier. "Is that good, Peggy?"

This time she answered, her voice an erotic rasp. "Unbelievably...."

Her acquiescence was an aphrodisiac to him and he began to plunge faster, both pairs of hands squeezing her supple globes until Peggy's mouth popped open at the sensation. As his huge erection plunged relentlessly between them, he whimpered as he felt himself pass the point of no return. 

Peggy grunted with arousal, realising he was there. She lifted her upper body off the sun bed to allow even more friction and as she felt him slide between her one final time, she heard him emit a throaty groan.

His huge erection pulsed strongly against her soft, sensitive skin and he gasped again as a long rope of semen shot from his black penis, flying over Peggy's slim shoulder and against the raised up end of the sun bed. The second landed in the thick, black silk of her hair and the third hit the underneath of her chin.

He panted with a mixture of pleasure and relief, his seed squirting rhythmically over Peggy's neck and the top of her chest in long, warm jets as his orgasm deepened. His body seemed to jerk for ever as he emptied himself but eventually the flow became merely a series of tiny globes oozing from his glistening bulbous tip and as he withdrew from between her pliant flesh, she leaned forward and took the end of his manhood between her ruby lips, her eager tongue beginning to clean him with soft, delicate, licks.

*

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The Hotel Ch. 07



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 7 - DAY FOUR: SONIA HAS MORE FUN -- AS DO THE HUSBANDS

Babs and Sonia...

Babs, Lisa, Sonia and their husbands were in the hotel night club. The three women were sitting at one of the large tables, talking amongst themselves, whilst Leo was at the bar. He had gone for drinks but found himself talking to Loncraine and his younger daughter, Veronica. He had not had much to do with the owner or his family but he discovered they were good company and somehow had quite a bit of knowledge about fast cars, a passion of his.

"Your husband doesn't believe in hurrying with the drinks," Babs said, speaking loudly to make her voice heard above the music.

Her foot was wrapped around Sonia's leg and she was looking for the opportunity to get some time alone with her new, inexperienced, lover.

Lisa laughed, looking back over her shoulder. 

"You are right," she sighed. "It looks as if he's got caught up in conversation. I'll rescue him."

She slid up from her chair and made her way over to the bar. As she did, Babs leaned across and planted a soft kiss on Sonia's cheek, resulting in the nervous red haired woman jerking her head away from Babs' blatant kiss, hurriedly looking around the crowded room to see if anyone had seen.

Her seductress just laughed. "Don't be so nervous," she purred. "No-one will notice us. Why don't we sneak out of here?"

"Babs, I want to but we can't. We'd be missed!"

"Who by?"

The pink haired woman nodded across to the dance floor. Barry and Simon were both dancing, yet again, with Helena, who looked as if she was ready and able to eat both of them.

"Those two bozo's are fully occupied," she purred.

She glanced back towards the bar. Leo and Lisa were engrossed in conversation with Loncraine and Veronica, with the young black girl having rested her hand loosely around Leo's waist.

"And it doesn't appear as if the two lovebirds are going to be back here for a while." She saw Sonia's will begin to weaken and continued. "And even if they do, we can just say we got fed up of being here and went for a walk."

Sonia didn't answer and Babs realised she was on the verge of having her way.

"Babe, I know that you've been thinking about me as much as I've been thinking about you," her firm voice stated, running her bare foot more blatantly up and down Sonia's leg now.

The red head sighed at the contact, looking at her friend. Babs wore black leather pants that hugged her hips and a white tank top that left no doubt she was braless. She looked incredibly hot and that aroused Sonia further.

"All I know is that when you took me in the ladies," Sonia purred, staring deeply into Babs soft, light blue eyes, "That was as intense a sexual experience as I have ever had in my whole life."

Babs grinned salaciously. "And you want more, babe..."

Sonia looked down at the table for a second, before looking back into Babs deep eyes. Her body was already moist from the stroking the small, pink haired woman had been doing to her leg.

"That's okay, babe," Babs whispered, leaning closer and planting a soft kiss on Sonia's cheek. "It was a statement, not a question!"

"Babs..." Sonia began, still struggling inside.

"Look," said the persuasive woman. "From what I know, Simon can't make you happy in bed the way that I can and you need some good loving right now. We each have three days of our holiday remaining and we can either put that time to good use or you can spend the rest of your life regretting that you didn't." 

Sonia stared at her, not knowing how to answer, what to say. She stared at Babs and saw the woman's earnest look. Her eyes were alive with intent and she raised a dark eyebrow at Sonia, as if expecting an immediate positive answer. When it didn't come, she continued.

"You've got to make your mind up, babe. What it really boils down to is this. You can spend the rest of the holiday being frustrated, or you can spend tonight getting fucked until I make you scream again." 

She saw the wild stare of desire in Sonia's eyes and leant in, planting another kiss with just enough hint of tongue and this time the red head did not pull away.

"Remember how I made you feel last night, babe?"

Sonia stared at her, lowly caught up in the web that Babs was spinning. She softly nodded.

"Good! Now you can wake up tomorrow morning tired and horny or you can wake up feeling as satisfied as you ever have done. Whichever you choose it's not going to make one fucking bit of difference to that fuckhead of a husband of yours who's showing himself up on the dance floor with that floosie from the hotel." 

Sonia looked over. Helena had her hands around Simon's neck, pulling him into her, whilst Barry ground himself against her bottom.

"Fuckwits!" Babs exclaimed. "Okay, it's the last time I'll say this. I want to fuck you, babe, but if you say no I'll not ask again and leave you alone for the rest of your holiday. It's as simple as that." 

Sonia stared back at the seductive woman. There was only one answer she could give. In fact, the more she thought about it, it was not a difficult choice. She owed this to herself.

"Okay," she quietly said.

"Okay what?" Babs asked, her eyes piercing into Sonia's. "I want to hear you say it."

"Okay..." Sonia repeated. "I want you to fuck me, Babs," she said, a deep blush spreading across her face.

*

Leo and Veronica...

Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica watched the two women leave. Good she thought, one less problem to face. Her father was telling Lisa all about his Porsche and the young woman was listening intently to every word.

"Lisa," she interrupted. "Can I grab a dance with your husband?"

Lisa smiled at her. "Of course, Veronica. He isn't very good though!"

"Ha! Speak for yourself," Leo responded, secretly delighted and flattered that the younger of the two sisters was taking an interest in him.

"I'll teach him all my moves," Veronica purred, "Whilst daddy tells you everything he knows about cars..... mind you, that could take a couple of hours, Lisa!"

They all laughed and Loncraine's eyes glinted in satisfaction at the way his beautiful young daughter was able to execute their plans so perfectly.

"Come along then, Lisa," he said, taking her arm. "You and I will sit at the bar discussing our joint passion of fast cars, over a glass of champagne."

Lisa giggled as she thanked him. "Just bring him back when you are finished with him, Veronica," she joked as she looked back over her shoulder.

*

Babs and Sonia...

After leaving the club, Babs led the way to her room. She locked the door from the inside but assured Sonia that Barry would not return until the early hours of the morning.

Before Sonia could comment, she was pressed against the door as Babs pushed into her. Their breasts touched as she kissed the nervous red head, her thick, glossy lips locking onto Sonia's slightly open mouth and her long, eager tongue slipping between the pale soft lips, clearly marking out what was in store.

Babs raised her soft hands and entwined them in Sonia's long red hair, holding her captive against the door whilst her working tongue explored the willing mouth, leisurely exploring the soft insides before the kiss finally broke. Stepping back, Babs soft hands worked the button and zipper on her leather pants, sliding them down her curvy hips and off. 

"Want to taste me again?" Babs asked.

Her encouraging voice matched the enticing look she gave the red head and with a sultry smile she walked away to the large bed before turning back as she sat down on the edge. 

"Take them off me," she whispered, looking down at her brief panties.

Sonia felt a large sigh escape from her lips as she slowly walked towards the bed, determined to play her full part. There was nothing she didn't want to do and nothing she wasn't going to enjoy. When she reached Babs, she leant forward and kissed the woman whilst her hands reached out and caressed the unfettered, full, rounded breasts over the thin black top.

Holding Babs gaze, she slid to her knees and hooked a hand into each side of the panties. The smaller woman raised her bottom from the bed to allow Sonia to tug them down her body and discard them on the floor. Her hands snaked to Babs' velvety soft smooth thighs and she slowly leant forward, licking first her own lips and then running her tongue across the twin labial lips between Babs' legs.

She purposefully took her time, softly blowing and then licking before slipping her hot tongue between the lips, curling it slightly as she lapped at the honeyed juices, pushing both her tongue and face deeper into the willing woman. She heard Babs let out a little sigh and felt her small hands grip her long red tresses. Looking up, she saw the pink haired woman smiling down at her and when she pulled away slightly, the fingers gripped her hair more tightly and pulled her back into the submissive position.

"Don't stop babe," Babs directed. "I'll let you know when you're done."

Sonia obeyed, spurred on by the way Babs was controlling her. She slipped a finger inside the wet woman as she directed her attention to the shining clitoris. For a small woman, she was shocked not just by its size, but also by its firmness and she gratefully took it between her soft lips. Using her teeth, she pulled on the little bud whilst she slipped a second finger to join the first, curling them against the hard bump and being rewarded by several jerks from the hips against her face.

"Fuck, babe," Babs gasped. "Keep doing what you're doing..."

Sonia alternated between pleasuring the woman with her fingers and tongue, whilst beginning to swallow the honeyed juices that were now beginning to flow into her mouth. She looked up to see Babs eyes still trained on her, but now half closed with lust. Maintaining the eye contact, she deliberately exaggerated her licking movements, feeling the hips begin to writhe against her in response.

Babs grabbed the back of Sonia's head with both hands, grinding her vulva against Sonia's mouth, not worrying about any discomfort but more concerned with the little currents of electricity the wonderful red head was creating. She began to frantically undulate her hips, seeking out the release she so badly needed. 

"Fuck, Sonia," she gasped. "I'm so close..."

Sonia smiled inwardly and grabbed Babs' hips, pulling the woman even more tightly into her as she renewed the sweet assault, using both fingers in a raw, basic, fucking action whilst she sucked on the stiff clitoris with hard, short sucks of passion that had the pink haired woman whimpering as she teetered on the edge.

With a loud series of groans, she fell off the cliff, her buttocks lifting from the bed as she came and continuied to fuck the face that had brought her so much pleasure. Just as Sonia thought the orgasm had run its course she found Babs tightly wrap both legs around her back. As she continued to hump away at her mouth, Sonia realised that Babs was about to orgasm again. 

The very thought that she could excite this more experienced woman in such a way sent a surge of arousal through her own already wet sex and she allowed Babs to continue to fuck her face until the second of her orgasms subsided.

"Wow," she said finally. 

Sonia smiled happily, her wet face glowing with Babs' juices and also just from the pleasure she had brought.

"I've got a reward for you," Babs whispered, her eyes shining.

Sonia smiled, thinking that the only reward she needed was an orgasm of her own.

The pink haired woman eased herself of the rumpled bedclothes and opened a drawer at the bottom of the wooden chest. Smiling over her shoulder at Sonia, she turned around to show her a harness. Laughing as Sonia's eyes widened, she wasted no time in strapping it around her waist. Reaching back down she pulled out a long, thin dildo, with a series of veins running along the shaft and a pair of heavy testicle looking balls attached to the base. A couple of snaps saw it fixed in position.

"Babs...." Sonia gasped, her mouth and throat suddenly dry.

"Now then, babe. Didn't you tell me that you wanted Babs to fuck you?"

Sonia just stared into Babs light blue eyes and then back at the phallus between her legs. This was the last thing she was expecting.

"Undress," Babs ordered, repeating the command as it took a moment to register in Sonia's shocked mind.

Her eyes roamed over every inch of the red head's body as Sonia followed the instructions. Babs waited until Sonia had divested herself of the last of her garments, her white thong, before issuing her next directive.

"You've got the most incredible body," Babs said softly but before the red head could reply, she ordered, "Turn around." 

Speechless, Sonia obeyed.

"Lean forward onto the bed," came the next command. "And spread those legs."

As Sonia tentatively followed the final instruction, she felt Babs move forward against her, leaning over and licking along the top of her back. The sudden tonguing movement caused Sonia's body to shake. Snaking a hand underneath the bending woman, Babs felt how wet she was and immediately brought the phallus between Sonia's buttocks, softly rubbing it along the soft velvety groove.

"You want it babe?" Babs asked. "You want Babs to fuck you?" 

Sonia whimpered in anticipation and a little trepidation. This was a completely new experience for her and although her juices were flowing in anticipation, her heart was pounding with the nervousness of the unknown. 

"That's a good girl," Babs said as she settled the bulbous head against Sonia's opening.

Her breath was warm and soft as she leant forward and then, with one hand on Sonia's hip, she grabbed the long hair and tugged her head back at precisely the same time as she began to gently work her hips, and the dildo, into the trembling body in front of her. At first Babs eased just the tip inside Sonia, and then as she edged forward, she gained full penetration. 

"Okay, babe," she softly whispered. "Are you ready to be fucked?" 

Sonia's groans grew louder as Babs began to gently move, drawing her pelvis backwards so that the dildo moved halfway out before softly thrusting it back again. With each movement away, she heard Sonia whimper and with each forward thrust the red head let out a loud groan. The soft sensation was so exquisite that Babs suddenly realised that she was groaning too, enraptured by the building eroticism of their fucking and the way in which the previously nervous body was undulating back against her.

She slipped both hands up to caress Sonia's milky-white breasts, running her teasing fingers across the sensitive sandy coloured nipples, lightly twisting them whilst increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Although Babs hand had left her hair, Sonia had her head flung back, her open mouth gasping for air and her eyes shut tightly, enjoying the intensity of her feelings as her undulating body continued to urge Babs on.

Babs built up the pace of their fucking, really driving hard into the red head. She could feel the intensity created by their combined thrusting movements and knew Sonia was approaching her climax from the long and continuous whimpering noises of pleasure that were filling the air. 

"Want to cum, babe?" she asked.

Sonia just groaned, thrusting back harder in an effort to drive herself over the final few yards of exquisite torture.

"Gonna cum?" Babs husked, firing of a series of vibrating, shorter thrusts that had the desired effect.

Sonia's climax was extreme, her body bucking and trembling as jolt after jolt of electricity screamed through it. Babs gripped on to her thighs in an attempt to encourage every last ounce of sensation from the out of control woman beside her. An immediate second orgasm followed the first as Babs gently continued to thrust the dildo inside the spasming woman, and suddenly she felt a surge inside her own body and she thrust harder as she reached her own orgasm.

"Fuck," gasped Sonia as she collapsed forward on the bed.

"That's right," whispered Babs as she fell down beside her, their heavy breaths intermingling. "And that's just the start....."

*

Leo and Veronica...

As Veronica walked him to the dance floor, Leo glanced across at their empty table and briefly wondered where Babs and Sonia were. He assumed they were strutting their stuff on the dance floor although he couldn't see them. Barry and Simon, on the other hand, were not too far away and had Helena practically draped around the two of them. He hoped they knew where to draw the line.

His eyes were drawn to Veronica's firm, athletic buttocks as he followed her. She wore black shorts and her peach like buttocks looked as if they wanted to be squeezed. Above the shorts she wore a tight, white, top that ended halfway down her stomach, the heart shaped stud adorning her belly button shining out seductively. He wondered why she had chosen him.

"Because I fancy you," she purred when he asked her the question. "I have done ever since you arrived but this is the first opportunity to get you alone."

She was swaying her body in time to the music and he joined in as best he could, trying to follow her movements. She fancied him? The cutest, sexiest young girl in the hotel, and she fancied him? He knew what Barry or Simon would have tried if she had told that to either of them, but he loved Lisa and there would be no nonsense, he told himself. 

Forcing himself to think of his wife, Leo knew how lucky he was to have found Lisa. Not only did he regard her as being drop-dead gorgeous, but he knew that all his friends regarded her as an absolute stunner also. But it was not only her physical attributes that made him bless his good fortune. He was also only too aware that it was her support that had driven him to success in his business career. 

She had no need to work since Leo had made a success of his entrepreneurial career but with her stunning body and looks she had made herself a delightful niche in the modelling world. The beauty of Leo's achievements, however, was that his wife could afford to pick and choose her assignments and such had been her popularity, she found herself constantly in demand.

There were times when he had to pinch himself as he had no doubts that he had come a long way since his days before they had met. With Lisa's guidance he was now a hit in the city, with a wife who was not only carving out her own career but who was wonderfully supportive to him. And as if her looks and figure were not enough, she also had a wonderful personality and was well liked by everyone she knew. And as for her wild ways in bed.......

There was not a single occasion since they had met that the thought of being unfaithful had even crossed his mind. He was too much in love for that and knew that he had too much to lose. He was blissfully happy and knew that he had found his soul mate.

Nevertheless, despite everything that he had just told himself, he could not stop himself from focusing his eyes on the swell of Veronica's superb unsupported breasts in her tight top. They were sensational. When he lifted his eyes back to hers, he saw her watching him and realised that she knew he had been staring at her cleavage. His face reddened in embarrassment but she warmly smiled up at him.

"Like them?" she brazenly asked.

He coughed, not quite sure what to say.

"It's okay," she said, smiling broadly. "I don't mind."

With that she snaked her hands around his neck and pressed the subject of their discussion tightly against his shirt. She danced slowly with him, moulding her body to his, noting with satisfaction the instant reaction she had drawn from him. She lifted her sweet, red lips to his ears.




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"In fact, it's a nice compliment when someone you fancy finds you attractive," she purred. "And quite a turn on, too."

After adding that last remark, her teeth gently pulled on his earlobe and her thin, pink tongue licked inside his ear. The rapid growth of his penis suddenly accelerated.

"Do you know what this was before we converted it into a night club?" she whispered in his wet ear.

He shook his head, wanting the delicious feeling in his ear to go away and yet never end.

"A lap dancing club."

He jerked his head back slightly, looking into her deep brown eyes. 

"Really?"

She nodded, her dreamy eyes capturing his.

"Really! Venus and I practised our techniques before daddy converted it into a night club."

"You... you danced here?"

She laughed. "Not in the club, silly. When it was closed. We practised for hours down here, but no-one has ever seen us. We're probably not that good....."

"I would imagine you are," he responded, wanting to pay her a compliment.

"Really? Why?"

He wasn't sure what to answer. Lisa would kill him if she heard this conversation. But he could still just make out his wife right across the very far end of the room and she still seemed engrossed in conversation with the owner.

"Because... because..." he stuttered, "You move so well and you have an incredible body."

Her tongue licked around his ear again, as if expressing her appreciation.

"Thank you, Leo. You really are so sweet."

She pressed herself more tightly into him and they could both feel his now rock hard manhood pressing into her.

"Your body feels everything I thought it would be, too," she whispered.

He groaned inside. This young temptress had him so hard his member was aching.

"I know," she suddenly said as if the thought had just struck her. "Would you like to see me dance?"

He paused, wondering if she meant what he thought she meant. 

"Er... you are," he weakly replied.

"No... lap dance!"

His mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Veronica, that wouldn't really be appropriate," he croaked, then tried to make a joke out of it. "Besides, there are too many people around."

"Not here, silly."

"Veronica, my wife is with your father. There's no way we could leave the building."

"Don't need to," she whispered, her thin, pink tongue running patterns around his ear again.

He hesitated, knowing he shouldn't ask the question, but unable to prevent himself.

"Why... how?"

"There are concealed side rooms," she purred.

He should have known better than to ask. "Where?" 

It was the question she wanted. She took his hand and pulled him across to the left of the floor, as if going to the rest rooms. But she pushed open a door that looked just like a panel, pulling him through before he or anyone around them, realised. It was a small room, with a table in one corner and a single chair near it. The sound of the music from the main dance floor was almost as clear as it had been on the other side of the door.

"Sit there," she purred.

He took the seat, but looked at her, almost a despairing look.

"Veronica..." he began to say, but was stopped by her actions.

She turned around as the music momentarily came to an end, and stood with her back to him. As the next song was played, she turned and flashed him a teasing smile over her shoulder before reaching up behind her and with a swift movement, pulled her white top up and off her body. He saw the smooth contours of her back change into two thrusting black breasts as she swung around to face him, the chocolate brown nipples pointed upwards. 

She sashayed to him in time with the music and slowly sank to her knees, rubbing her breasts against each part of him as she descended. He was not clear if it was her right or left nipple that brushed his mouth but he was so close to opening his lips and sucking it in. His rigid weapon was threatening to burst through his pants as she rubbed her firm breasts against it, her eyes never leaving his.

Her body continued to sway provocatively as she retraced her steps, this time her hands holding onto his thighs as she lifted herself and slid right up his body. She ensured her chocolate tipped breasts pressed tightly against him as she rose and her hands went to his knees as she adjusted herself back slightly, allowing her orbs to provocatively sway in front of his face.

Her eyes were locked on his, carefully watching each reaction, and then she inched closer, the swaying chocolate nipples so close now. When she rubbed them, feather light, against his lips, his resistance was broken. His mouth opened and sucked in her right nipple, rolling it around his mouth and feeling it lengthen further, before he turned his attention to her left bud and repeated the pleasuring.

After allowing him his way for a short time, she swayed away and stood before him.

"You have a beautiful mouth..." she purred.

Before he could answer, she slid her hands to her black shorts and flicked open the top button. He was mesmerised, her hand slowly pulling down the zip, and sliding them away, exposing her narrow strip of dark black curls. His eyes went to hers and she ran her hand through her lustrous black hair as she lifted a leg across his body, sitting down in his lap and grinding herself on him through his pants.

Her superb breasts were in front of his face again as she undulated on him, gently swinging across his eyes and he could not help but grasp hold of them, urgently kneading the flesh and feeling the hard nipples pressing into his palms. He moaned out loud as his tongue crept out to flick each hard chocolate coloured bud, seconds before he engulfed both firm black globes in his mouth.

He wasn't sure how but he realised his crisp white shirt was fully unbuttoned and her hands were running across his bare chest. He heard someone give out a muffled moan and realised it was him. Her hands were on his belt now, her breasts were in his mouth and her undulating hips already had him halfway to an orgasm.

He knew that if he didn't stop now it would be too late. It nearly was already. His trousers were unbuttoned and she was lifting herself so she could slide them down his body.

"Veronica..." he whispered but her mouth stopped him. 

"Sssh baby. No-one will ever know. Now let Veronica taste that dick....."

Within seconds his trousers and underwear was at his feet and the tantalising seductress was on her knees again, his rigid weapon between her sweet, red lips.

"Veronica, I can't..." he began, trying to pull her up.

He realised with relief and disappointment that his words had had an effect and she rose with the pull of his hands. But instead of stepping away, her mouth attacked his again and she slid her body downwards, her wetness ensuring that his steely invader sank all the way into her hot core.

"Mmm, Leo..." she whispered, her mouth and tongue now drawing patterns around his neck, "Such a good boy. Give Veronica that dick, baby." 

She caught both of his wrists and held his arms down at his side as she undulated on him, then pulled his hands to her breasts, allowing him to knead her firm globes as she increased the pace. Her hot mouth returned to his, her thin, pink tongue snaking between his lips, cooing against his mouth as she felt him return the pressure as his tongue sought hers. Her slickened inner walls were sliding up and down on his hardness and he powerless to resist, even had he wanted to.

But he didn't. He was near his orgasm and there was no turning back. She was undulating faster against him now, her superb breasts swinging out of control as her body drove against him, both of them grunting with their exertions. She turned her downwards motions into circular ones and the friction was sensational. He grasped her globes again as she pounded away on top of him, her lips sucking his tongue as she pressed her head against his. 

Her inner walls were contracting around him, her mouth was sucking on his lower lip and her erect chocolate nipples filled his palms. He felt his testicles tighten and knew he could not hold back. She could feel him pulsing inside her and gasped as he came, his body jerking as one spurt after another fired into her velvet interior, his body emptying itself inside her as her teeth gripped his earlobe.

"How was the lap dance...?" she purred.

*

Helena and Barry and Simon...

Helena was feeling heady. She had agreed to support Veronica in enhancing Danny's sexual education and here she was, teasing two of the married stud's whose tongues were almost literally hanging out with arousal. This was the third successive night she had flirted with the two men, but the first time that all three wives had disappeared. Even that first night, Leo and Lisa had stayed around whilst Babs and Sonia had left for some fresh air.

And Barry and Simon were slightly different with her tonight, more forward. Venus had told her about teasing them earlier with remarks as to how hot Helena found them and they certainly appeared to have taken her comment on board, both acting with a confidence they had not shown before. And she had to confess that she found it arousing. Whilst in a normal week she would find and seduce someone single, here was the opportunity for some forbidden fruit. Married men. And two of them at that.

She was dressed as she had most nights, a tiny skirt and a skimpy see-through top that aptly displayed her large, jutting breasts thrusting against her white, low cut brassiere. Her deep brown coloured voluptuous body was always a real turn-on for the male guests and she used her sultry, smoking brown eyes for maximum effect.

Tonight she had danced with the two husbands for much longer than they should have allowed, as testified to by the empty table that once hosted the three couples. They had returned there for a break during the dancing, but instead of wondering where their wives were, the two men continued to compete with each other for her attention.

She had rubbed and ground herself against both of them, playing her usual game of inflaming their sensations to fever pitch, but this time she had to confess that she was feeling the sexual heat too and as she saw Veronica disappear with Leo, she envied the action that she knew would soon be taking place.

Simon returned with more drinks for the three of them as they stood beside the table, idly watching the dancers on the now packed floor. She leant back against the table for a second, allowing the two men to scan her arched body, both dark pink nipples thrusting through her brassiere and the thin material of her top. She looked at them both, revelling in the lust on their faces but smiling innocently.

Barry snaked his arm around Helena's shoulder as she stood back up and took a sip from her drink, whilst Simon placed his arm across her waist, resting his hand on her stomach. As they talked, he gently began to fondle the buttons of her blouse, gently parting them and slipping his fingers through onto the hard, flesh of her tummy, caressing her naked skin. 

Her nipples grew harder as she felt the welcome intrusion, and Simon grew bolder, beginning to softly stroke her delicious flesh. Within seconds he was pushing his hand upwards and the motion parted another button as his fingertips bumped against the underside of her voluptuous breast. 

Barry heard her soft sigh and glanced down to see what Simon was up to. When he saw the moving fingers beneath the material, he glanced at his friend who grinned merrily back at him. Barry was not going to allow himself to be outmanoeuvred and he dropped the hand around Helena's shoulder so that it slid inside the top of her blouse, his fingertips lightly caressing the swell of her breasts.

Even though the room was dark, it was not so dark that they could not be seen. Both men took a step forward so that the sides of their bodies shielded Helena from any prying eyes, although in truth at that time of the night most people were focused on their own enjoyment. Helena realised that their slight movements were a precursor to further hand action and whilst she knew she should stop them, her arousal was building even further and she wanted to see how far they would go. 

Barry leaned closer so that he had more reach and slid his hand down from the swell of her cleavage to cup one of her large, jutting breasts in his hand. He heard her gasp and lean into him and he took that as acquiescence, his fingertips taking and gently squeezing the hard nipple that was thrusting through the thin brassiere. He watched her face as her eyes closed and her mouth opened as another inaudible sigh escaped from between her full lips.

Meanwhile, Simon's spare hand was unbuttoning the front of her blouse to allow him easier access and she felt him pull the now open top apart, exposing her thinly covered jutting breasts to their ministrations. Had anyone stepped close enough they would have been able to see her state of undress but the semi-darkness and way in which the two men used their bodies provided ample protection

Each man had a breast now and she felt her skimpy brassiere cups being tugged upwards, exposing both superb globes to their hands. Momentarily she felt faint, a working hand on each breast and an aching nipple pressing into each palm. Their techniques were different, Barry's hand kneading her flesh in hard strokes whilst Simon was more teasing, gently caressing her jutting globe. Either way, it felt sensational to the hot Latin woman.

Then, first, Barry dipped his mouth to encompass an erect nipple between his lips and Helena immediately groaned, running her hand behind his head and holding him tightly to her. Simon was not going to be left out and his searching mouth immediately found her left nipple, her other hand going to his head and gently stroking the hairs along the back of his neck.

For a good few seconds she delighted in their ministrations, but as she looked around she saw one or two heads turning and she quickly pulled their heads up. The look of disappointment on their faces was palpable.

"Too exposed," she gasped, nodding to the people around them.

But her arousal was such she was not prepared to leave things there. She had these two married studs just where she wanted and tonight she was going to fuck them both. The answer suddenly appeared. She saw Veronica and Leo re-appear from the hidden room across the dance floor, a room that she, Veronica and Venus had used before to practice their dancing techniques. 

Pulling her blouse together and fastening one button in the middle, she took both hands and pulled them behind her as she headed for the hidden room. It was dangerous to try to take them back to her bedroom in case they bumped into Babs and Sonia. This, at least, would give them some privacy.

As soon as they entered the room, Barry and Simon attacked her body again. Simon unfastened the remaining button and his deft hands soon had her skimpy top, followed by her brassiere, on the floor. Barry meanwhile was tugging down her skirt, immediately followed by her small white thong, exposing the full thatch of thick red hair between her long, shapely legs.

The two men looked behind them and Barry nodded at Simon, helping the willing woman onto the table. She lay back, glorying in the hands and lips that were now paying homage to her typical Latin, deep brown coloured voluptuous body.

Barry began to caress her inner thighs and rub his fingers through her thick thatch of thick red hair, whilst Simon lathed her large breasts and aching nipples with his mouth and tongue. Then it was Barry's tongue she felt, licking its way between her twin labial lips as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She was helpless, deliciously so, and she eased a hand onto both heads, encouraging them in their ministrations. 

Barry's mouth remained busy between her soft thighs, his hands now grasping her incredibly rounded buttocks as he allowed his thrusting tongue to run lightly along the full length of her engorged clitoris. Her hips pushed upwards into his face as began to suck at her shining clitoris, his rasping tongue frantically flicking the tip of her hypersensitive nubbin from side to side as she moaned out in delight.

As her hips undulated on the working tongue, she felt Simon's long tongue snaking out and flicking each of her hard nipples, her thick, full lips quivering as his mouth sucked in and began to fuck one nipple and then the other, whilst Barry's tongue fucked her hot core. Her hands were now grasping and pulling at the hair on each of their heads.

"Oh fuck," she cried, her body beginning to spasm as the orgasm hit her. 

She cried out loudly, an almost earth shattering scream that would surely be heard by everyone in the club, but she cared not. Her legs locked around Barry's neck as she came, holding him there whilst her body shuddered, releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building all evening and come to a head when the two men had started playing with her breasts in the bar.

Barry took the opportunity to divest himself of his clothing, but felt Simon tug his arm.

"You're not..." he began.

"Are you fucking kidding," Barry responded. "I've been wanting to fuck this hottie since we arrived and my cock is about to burst."

Simon seemed to think about it for a nanosecond before he too began to undress. As he did, Barry eased himself onto the table and positioned himself between her wide legs, his hardness only too apparent. Its pale foreskin was pulled tightly back to reveal a huge bulbous head and below his large, thick shaft swung an impressive pair of testicles.

With only a silent glance at Simon he helped pulled her knees up onto his shoulders and aligned his eager hips with her glistening opening. Helena groaned again as she immediately wrapped her feet behind his ears, a sign for him to press himself forward and she raised her hips to accommodate his entry in one smooth thrust. She let out another deep groan as she felt him slide easily inside, turning to look at Simon through her lust filled eyes as she did.

Simon moved his now naked body to the side of the table, beside her head, and she reached out and grasped his rigid manhood, starting her long, stroking, masturbation at the same time as her hips were responding to Barry's urgent thrusts. Her breasts were bouncing as they fucked and Simon reached out and began to caress both globes as her hands worked on his responsive shaft.

The table shook violently beneath them as Barry increased his fucking movements, but not sufficiently fast enough for the hot, Latin woman.

"Faster," she urged, the pace of her own hand increasing on Simon's weapon.

Barry responded to her request and redoubled his efforts. His thrusts accelerated and forced Helena's thick lips to quiver with her efforts to absorb him, until his own mouth began to open as he felt his orgasm approaching. Helena's working feet around his neck encouraged him further as the end quickly approached. She felt him begin to shake as he climaxed and used the timing to thrust uncontrollably against him, eager to encourage every last drop from his body and into hers.

Her hand had left Simon's penis as Barry's approach had neared, which was just as well as she was close to taking him over the edge. Instead, as Barry staggered down from the table, she felt the other man take his place, pulling her legs towards his standing body until, her buttocks perched on the edge of the table, he swiftly entered her.

Helena deliberately spread herself high and wide, attempting to open herself as much as possible to accentuate the raw and basic feelings she was experiencing. 

"Fuck me, baby," she urged, her smoking brown eyes locking on his.

He needed no second bidding, his hard buttocks pistoning back and forth against the smooth flanks of her inner thighs and then he ran his big hands up her body, cupping her superb, large, bouncing breasts, pausing for a few seconds in his fucking movements to lean forward and allow his tongue began to run feather-light around the edge of one deep pink nipple. 




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She gave a throaty growl in response and locked her feet around his back, her head rolling from one side to the other, her eyes now glazed slits of passion. Helena moved rhythmically, working against him as thrust into her, both searching for release. She could feel her long, auburn tresses bouncing as she lifted her head up, the table top was not very comfortable for her but she did not care. She wanted only two things, to orgasm again and to feel him cum inside her.

It did not take much longer as each was lost in their own world of pleasure until Helena's second orgasm of the night hit her. She screamed again and her shuddering triggered Simon, who gurgled as he came too, his sperm busting out as his body began to jerk and jerk with the intensity of his illicit orgasm.

"Fuck," he eventually gasped. "That was fucking sensational."

*

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As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 8 - DAY FIVE: FURTHER SEDUCTIONS

Gary and Tommy...

The two friends waited until their girlfriends left the breakfast area to prepare for their day ahead. Yesterday had been a frustrating day. The two girls had dragged them on a sightseeing tour and so neither man had the opportunity to make any further progress, or even discuss between themselves what had happened so far.

As they watched the two women head to their rooms, their eyes searched each other's face in an attempt to discern some clue as to any developments. They called for another coffee before starting their conversation.

"Did you see her at their table," Tommy asked, nodding over to where Charles and Peggy were sitting.

"Who, the brunette?" Gary asked.

"No, you beefcake. That's Peggy. They're husband and wife," he said. He nodded again over to the couple. "And that was their son who was briefly with them."

"So..." responded Gary.

Tommy sighed. "What I'm asking is, before that, did you see the young black girl who called over to speak to them. Veronica, I think."

"No, I missed that. Why?"

Tommy whistled. "Man, she looks better every time I see her. Her breasts were almost bursting out of her bikini."

Gary laughed. "You're just horny because you got nowhere with Gina."

Tommy smiled. "What makes you think that?"

"I was looking for clues when we were all together yesterday. There weren't any..."

Tommy laughed, playfully punching his best friend on the arm. "Okay. And how did you manage with Toni?"

"I did okay," Gary replied.

"What's okay?"

"She let me sketch her," he answered confidently.

"When?"

"Whilst we went off for a drink the day before yesterday," Gary responded.

Tommy laughed. "Big deal. So you drew a picture of her..."

Gary nodded, deciding against talking about his naked, self portrait. Nor was he willing to refer to their flirtatious conversation. Not yet.

"Better than what you achieved," he responded.

"That's what you think," Tommy chuckled.

Gary raised an eyebrow.

"Whilst you were doing your piece of drawing, I was rubbing sun tan oil onto Gina."

"Yeah, right," Gary said.

Tommy laughed "Yeah, right. And not just rubbing it on. It was a slow, sensual massage."

"I don't believe you," Gary said. "Gina would not have allowed that."

Not only did she allow it, thought Tommy. She actually came! Better not tell Gary that, he thought. It was a bit too early for that sort of confession.

"Have I ever lied to you?" asked Tommy.

Gary looked his best friend in the eye. That was true. He had never known Tommy to tell him a lie. Perhaps he had better step up the pace with Toni?

*

Lisa and Veronica...

Lisa had no idea why Loncraine wanted to see her. Veronica quietly spoke to her whilst Leo was enjoying a drink with Barry and Simon at the poolside bar and asked if she could spare him twenty minutes. Veronica had put on her most coy face and when Lisa asked her whether anything was wrong, she actually blushed a little.

"There may be," Veronica replied.

"But what?" asked the stunning brunette.

"I... I can't say," Veronica half whimpered, grinning inwardly.

"Veronica..." began Lisa.

"It's about last night," Veronica whispered.

"Last night?" she responded. "But I had a great night. Loncraine talked to me for ages about cars, until you and Leo had finished dancing." 

"It's about me and Leo," she whimpered.

"What about you and Leo?" Lisa asked, her brow furrowing.

"I'm eighteen next month," the beautiful young girl stated.

That was a lie as her birthday had occurred two months ago. Not that her age had ever made any difference to her sexual proclivities. She had been sexually active for a couple of years now. But this was an important detail that Lisa needed to believe. Inside, she was smiling. She had played these sexual games with her father and elder sister ever since he had purchased the hotel, and very successfully too. But outwardly, she wore a demure look of concern.

"So...?" Lisa asked, but when Veronica remained quiet, she added, "I'll just tell Leo." 

"No..." the eighteen-year old interceded. "I think it would be better for you to just slip away and hear what my father has to say."

"But that's nonsense," Lisa complained. "I must mention this to Leo..."

This time Veronica put her slim hand on Lisa's perfect, tanned arm. Leo's wife was wearing a cream bikini and it complemented her honey tanned skin to perfection. Veronica looked at the magnificent, golden breasts and the coral nipples that had arisen against the fabric at the news she had just conveyed. Her father would enjoy this one.

"Please believe me," Veronica softly explained. "You should hear my father first."

Standing now, the blonde woman stared at Veronica. The young girl was a beautiful vision in her black bikini and see through sarong around her hour glass waist. But it wasn't Veronica's looks that concerned her, it was what she was saying. When she thought about it, all three men had been unusually quiet today, as if they had something on their minds, and there was something in Veronica's deep brown eyes convinced Lisa that she should do as suggested.

"I'm sure it won't take long," Veronica softly said. "He's in his office." 

As the blonde turned towards the hotel building, Veronica watched the smooth interplay of her perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks, the tiny triangle of her bikini already partly submerged in the cleft of her superb bottom. She smiled.

"Lisa..." she called when the well-rounded woman had walked a few yards.

The blonde hesitated and looked back.

"I'm sorry," Veronica said, shrugging her shoulders and then turning to watch the swimming competition in the pool.

*

Lisa and Loncraine...

"Come in," came the deep voice as Lisa tentatively knocked at the office door. 

When she entered, she saw Loncraine standing looking out of the small window. She had been impressed with his physique since she had first seen him, but standing there in just a pair of khaki shorts, the sun bouncing off the rippling black muscles of his chest, he looked every inch an Adonis.

"Ah, my beautiful, young woman," his deep voice purred. "Thank you so much for coming in to see me."

"Veronica said..." she began, but stopped as he nodded his head.

"Yes, a delicate matter," he responded.

"What... what is wrong?" she fretted, her soft brown eyes full of concern. "Loncraine... is there...?"

His hand stopped her question.

"Please have a seat," he said, indicating the couch opposite the desk. "And let me pour us a drink before I begin to explain."

Lisa stared at him, unable to move. "Loncraine..."

His raised eyebrow conveyed the necessity for her to follow his instruction and she sat on the edge of the old, soft leather, couch.

"Loncraine, I don't want a drink," she said, unaware of the sexy effect created as she crossed her long, honey tanned legs. "I just need to understand what is wrong..."

His raised eyebrow stopped her in her tracks again.

"Humour me," he purred. 

He wandered over to the door and, his body hiding his actions from her view, turned the key. It locked with a silent click. He returned the bar and picked up two glasses of chilled, white wine. Lisa's glass contained a small quantity of powdered tranquilliser and he knew that within a few, short minutes, the stunning young wife would begin to grow lax and suggestible...

As he turned, he saw that her pretty face had wrinkled into a frown. He handed her the drink and clinked glasses with her. As he took a soft sip, she simply held hers in her hand, her stiff body an indication of her nervousness. He had to get her to relax.

"Loncraine..." she began.

"I asked you to humour me," he said, his deep voice a little more commanding. "Please," he said, his black eyes boring into hers. "Have your drink and then I will explain."

Lisa looked down at her glass and tentatively raised it to her soft, pink lips, draining half of the wine in one go.

"That's good, my beautiful, young woman," he purred, standing up. "Now if you finish your drink and pass me your glass, I will explain."

Lisa's soft brown eyes locked on his as she drained the remaining wine. Its taste was a little too acidic for her. She watched his face break into a comforting smile as he took her glass and placed it, along with his, on the desk. He sat in the low-backed seat beside the small desk, staring at her for a few seconds. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Loncraine..." she began again.

"You and I enjoyed our conversation last night, did we not?" he asked.

"Of course," the puzzled woman answered.

"You impressed me with your knowledge of cars..." he continued.

"Loncraine, is this about our conversation?" she asked.

"No," he sighed. "It seems as if it was not just you and I that had such a pleasurable night...." 

He leaned across and picked up the remote control from the middle of the desk, pointing it at the television. It flickered into life, and Lisa realised it was the small, intimate, night club that she and Leo had visited. The screen initially showed that she was at the bar, chatting and laughing with Loncraine, but then panned away to where Veronica was holding Leo's hand, pulling him through a door. 

After a momentary blankness, the screen then showed the couple entering a room, and Lisa watched aghast as the scene unfolded. She sat quietly, the look of shock on her features increasing with each passing second, until the screen went blank again.

Loncraine picked up the remote and switched off the television.

"Well?" was all he said.

Lisa's horror stricken eyes stared at him. Her pink lips were slightly parted and her breath was ragged. Loncraine poured another drink from the bar and handed it to her. Another soft dose of the drug could do no harm, he thought. He wanted this woman to feel aroused and from the sight of her hard nipples jutting through the cream top of her bikini, he knew that despite her shock, the eroticism of his daughter's seduction of her husband had clearly had an effect.

"Well?" he repeated.

Lisa stared at him and jumped to her feet. "I must see Leo," she gasped.

Loncraine shook his head. "Not a good idea." 

She ignored his comment and stepped towards the locked door. "I must see Leo," she repeated, zombie like.

"Do you know the penalty for under-age sex on this island?" he asked.

Lisa stopped in her tracks.

"Twelve years," his now deep voice explained.

She gasped. "But... it looked to me like Veronica seduced him."

Loncraine's face curled into a sneer, before softening.

"My beautiful, young woman," he purred. "It looked to me that as soon as your back was turned, your husband asked my young daughter for a lap dance. And yes, she was a willing participant when they had sex, when he fucked her, but do you think that will count in the courts?"

Lisa gasped again. She quickly finished her second drink, assuaging the sudden dryness she felt in her mouth.

"Do you know how old Veronica is?" he asked. "Or should I say, how young?"

Lisa nodded and then burst into tears. She was caught in a trap. Her husband had been unfaithful to her, the bastard. But the thought of him going to jail was too much for her young mind to take.

Loncraine stood up and covered the small distance between them. He took her arm and helped her sit before flopping down onto the couch next to her. He watched her eyes fall to the muscles on his chest and knew that the powdered tranquilliser was doing its work.

"This is horrendous for you," he softly said.

The stunning young woman nodded and burst into tears again. As she did, his large hand closed over her slim fingers.

"And for me too," he said.

As he spoke, he raised Lisa's hand to his thick lips and kissed it softly. Then, instead of releasing it, he turned her small hand over and kissed her palm, then the tender skin of her inner wrist. Her soft, pink lips eased open with a slight gasp as she felt his lips on the sensitive underside of her wrist, just aware that his tongue was gently stroking her there.

His actions were sending electrical currents straight to her hot core and realising the effect, she hurriedly pulled her hand away. How could he be doing such a thing, however delicious it felt, at a time like this. And with a married woman. Wasn't it bad enough that her husband had just betrayed her?

"My beautiful, young woman," his deep voice purred. "We have two choices." 

Her tearful brown eyes stared into his, hanging on to his words.

"You realise, of course, that I have no option other than to report this to the authorities..." he continued. 

"Please!" she gasped, taking hold of his hand now.

"Unless..." he began, allowing the word to hang there.

"Unless?" she asked, desperately grabbing onto the life line.

"We have a tradition," his deep voice intoned, before softening a little. "Of righting a wrong..."

She stared at him. Whatever it took, it was better than Leo going to jail. She could deal with his cheating later, but twelve years imprisonment was too much to even contemplate.

"What would you do to right the wrong?" he asked, keeping up the pressure.

"Anything..." she urgently responded. "We would do anything!"

She knew that they did not have much money, but if that is what it took. Then she saw Loncraine shaking his head and she frowned in confusion.

"No, my beautiful, young woman," he said, his voice purring again. "Not, 'we'."

She stared at him, her soft, brown eyes beginning to comprehend at last.

"You, Lisa. What would you do?"

She looked at him with a wild stare, her brown eyes wide open.

"Yes, Lisa," he calmly stated, his voice returning to its commanding tone.

She shook her head, her brown eyes filling with tears again. "I know what you want, and the answer is no."

"You won't?" he asked.

"No!" Her voice was decisive.

This wasn't quite the reaction he expected. The situation, the eroticism of his daughter fucking her husband, the sight of his muscular naked body and the powdered tranquiliser were all factors in leading him to believe she would be a pushover. But then again, he liked a woman with spirit.

"What won't you do?" he asked, changing his tone to a softer intonation.

"I won't give you what you want!"

"And what do I want?" he softly asked.

She paused, her eyes blazing. "You want to fuck me," she spat out. There, she had said it, she thought. No more games. She would let this man know exactly where he stood.

"Fuck you?" he repeated. "Like your husband fucked my little baby?"

Lisa stared into his eyes again and realising she was still holding his hand between her trembling fingers, she allowed it to drop to his lap as she covered her face and softly began to cry again.

"I can't," she sobbed, and then pulling herself together, added, "And I won't!"

This called for a different tack, Loncraine realised, thinking on his feet.

"Twelve years, Lisa. Twelve long years. But I don't want that any more than you. A compromise perhaps?"

She pulled her hands away and stared at him.

"Only our tradition of righting a wrong will suffice," he said, implanting the directive for another occasion. "But for now..." 

He made sure she was looking into his commanding eyes as he stood, deliberately stretching his powerful, muscular body under her gaze. He saw her eyes flicker down his body, across his muscles. Good, the tranquiliser had done its job.

"What?" she tentatively asked.

"My beautiful, young woman," he said, walking across to the desk and leaning back against it. "Let me make one thing clear. Refuse this final request and I will immediately telephone the authorities. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he allowed his hand to casually drop beside his crotch. Not touching, just providing a guide for her eyes.

Her gaze followed his and she felt a surge of arousal run through her as she took in what seemed to be an incredible bulge. As he watched her eyes feast on him, he felt his penis begin to lengthen steadily and she saw that too. Watching this black Adonis's manhood growing, even under his shorts, was as erotic a moment as she had ever experienced in her young life.

For a moment she thought she understood what he wanted. Her eyes returned to his, and she shook her head. 

"I can't, Loncraine," she softly said as if resigned to Leo's fate. She stood up. "I can't do what you want... I just can't."

"Can't what?" he calmly asked.

"Can't... can't touch you." 

She jumped up and began to head for the door. His words stopped her.

"But that's not what I want, my beautiful, young woman," he softly explained. "At least, not for now."

Her soft brown eyes stared into his, confused. "Then what?"

"I want you to masturbate," he said, a directing tone again appearing in his voice.

Her alarmed eyes widened again, but he gave her no time to think.

"Twelve years, Lisa. Twelve long years. And you tell me you're not ready to fuck me. Or touch me." 

He stared into her eyes and could see the arousal caused both by the drug and the situation.

"Righting a wrong, Lisa. Take the first step and stop me from making that call. Sit back down, Lisa!"

A few moments passed whilst her blurred mind attempted to think through what was happening, but it was all too much to take. Of three things she was sure. She did not want Leo to go to jail, she could not touch this incredibly attractive man however much she was aroused, but that arousal was leading to a desperate need for relief.

"Sit back down, Lisa," he commanded, knowing that her next move would be to obey or rush to the door.

Her eyes sought out and found his and she slowly eased back onto the couch.

"Go ahead," he instructed. "Touch yourself! Touch yourself because you need to, Lisa, and because you don't want Leo to go to jail."

Lisa could feel her heart bursting. For some reason she did so need to touch herself, to assuage the incredible feeling of arousal surging through her body. And although her thoughts were focusing on helping Leo, a part of her needed to help herself too. She leaned back on the couch, her soft hand slowly beginning to edge its way down her soft honey tanned stomach.

"That's right, Lisa" Loncraine softly purred. "Open your legs a little wider."

Lisa did as she was told, spreading her legs for him as she leaned back on the couch. Her fingers edged their way over the material of her cream bikini bottoms and she closed her eyes as she deftly ran them over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis. She stroked gently until she began to pant softly with arousal, and then her now eager fingers sought out her clitoris. Her gentle fingertips stroked it over the material, causing shivers of pleasure to run through her superb body.

She moaned again, but louder this time, her curvy hips beginning to respond to her slow masturbation. She gasped loudly as the sensations increased, her fingers brushing against the hot, damp crotch of her bottoms and she opened her long, shapely legs even wider as she stroked her pubis through the wet, silk material.

"That's wonderful, Lisa," Loncraine gasped, knowing that he had the woman just where he wanted. "Why don't you take your bottoms off?" 

Eyes still closed, she shook her head, and instead slid her working fingertips under the material and began to manipulate her eager clitoris, her practiced fingers never breaking rhythm as she did so. She began to rotate her hips against her hand and fingers, and Loncraine could tell from her heavier breathing that the aphrodisiac had fully kicked in. Her soft, pink mouth was open as she expertly masturbated herself, her breaths now shallow gasps of pleasure. 




The Hotel Ch. 08



"Lisa, baby, that's so hot," Loncraine whispered, not wanting to break the spell but at the same time wanting to step things up a level. 

He unfastened his shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor. He made no move to approach her, and instead began to stroke his enormous hardness as he watched her now undulating body as she began to approach her peak. 

Her legs tensed as her excitement rose higher and higher, his words of encouragement had only increased the level of her sexual need. She tilted her head back spreading her legs even wider, as she felt the first tremor that signalled the approach of her climax.

"Look at me," he suddenly commanded. 

Lisa opened her hooded eyes and moaned allowed as she saw him masturbating himself. The long fingernails of her left hand dug into the arm of the couch as she stared at his simply enormous manhood and watched his hand now frantically stroking up and down the long, thick, black shaft.

She could feel her body clenching rhythmically and the sensations her fingers had created combined with the sight of this muscular black man masturbating across from her was too much for her to take. Her body began to shudder in orgasmic contractions and she screwed up her face as she came, long, low moans escaping her parted, soft, lips. 

The tendons were standing out tautly on her neck as her fabulous body shuddered and she allowed herself one, deep, ferocious moan as her hot love juice covered her still working hand.

"You too," she found herself pleading.

He looked at her, a soft smile across his contorted face.

She couldn't believe she had said those words but found herself repeating them. "You too," she said, her eyes glued to his working black hands on his rigid weapon. Oh God, she thought dreamily, that looks fantastic. 

"Cum..." she implored.

And with her words, he did, gasping with relief as a long rope of semen shot from his dark penis and into the air, followed by an impressively long series of rhythmic bursts, his long shaft pulsing again and again as his peak seemed to go on forever. He emptied himself onto the floor But Lisa did not see the finish. By then her fingers were working again and she cried out, even louder, as her hot body came for a second time within a few seconds.

*

Tommy, Toni, Gary and Gina...

"It's far too hot by the pool," Gina complained.

"I know," Tommy responded, surreptitiously nudging Gary's leg with his foot. "It doesn't seem anything like as warm at the beach."

"Cool off in the pool," Gary unhelpfully suggested.

Gina sighed. "I've done that three times this morning and I'm still uncomfortable."

"You need a hat," he responded.

"For goodness sake, Gary, I have a cap on now...."

He smiled at her. "Just joking!"

"Very funny," she responded, turning back to Tommy. "There seems to be more of a breeze at the beach."

"Yup," said Tommy. "I much prefer it down there."

"Me, too," Gina responded.

Tommy sat up. "Okay, folks. I suggest we head down to the beach. Any takers?" 

He nudged Gary's leg again and gave an imperceptible shake of his head.

"I'm fine here," Gary responded, taking the cue.

"What about you, Toni," asked Gina. "You like the beach, don't you?" 

Tommy and Gary exchanged glances. The likely success of their secret bet seemed to be hanging on Toni's response. They were both willing her to provide a negative response.

"Yes, I do," she replied, after a pause.

She turned her head slightly and although Gary couldn't see her eyes through the dark sunglasses, he was sure she was looking at him.

"But..." she suddenly added "I'm quite comfortable here at the pool today. Why don't you guys go down?" 

"Yeah," said Gary, glancing at Tommy. "I don't mind. Take some beers in the cool box. We can get drinks from the bar when we want them."

Gina hesitated. "I... I don't know..." 

Tommy laughed, jumping up. "Don't know? It was your suggestion! Come on girl, get ready and you and I will spend the afternoon on the beach. We'll leave these two party poopers here." 

Gina beamed, climbing to her feet. "Okay, it will take me half an hour to get ready and organise my beach stuff. See you back here." 

*

Tommy and Gina...

"Are you sure this is sensible?" Gina asked Tommy.

She was spreading her towel in their chosen spot on the beach, a little mound beneath a tree. She had gone along with Tommy's suggestion to find somewhere secluded, rather than the usual spot that the four of them shared and as he dropped the cool box down, he took that as a good sign.

He sat on his own towel, and opened the box and handed her a beer. He smiled at her. "Scared you can't resist me?"

"Dream on," she laughed.

They looked at each other for a few moments and then both turned their heads away, momentarily lost in their own, similar, thoughts.

"About the other day..." Gina began.

She stopped when Tommy laughed. "Gina, all I did was put sun tan oil on. I enjoyed doing that. You enjoyed me doing it. No big deal."

She smiled at him. "You make it sound so simple, Tommy. Thanks."

"No problem, doll," he joked, but then added, "But it is your turn to apply the lotion to me today!"

She stared at him. He realised that either he'd hit the mark, or missed it big style. 

"What about a dip in the sea before we settle?" she suddenly said. 

"Okay," he responded, jumping up. "Race you there, but be careful you don't trip......"

As he spoke, he caught his foot on a root and tumbling into the tree, before rolling down the mound and banging against a large, protruding rock. 

"My God," shrieked Gina, pulling herself up from the towel and rushing down after him.

As she leaned over him, he could smell the fresh perfume she must have applied when returning to the room. She had done so for him, he realised, thinking more confidently about what was in store.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He was, though a little shaken and suffering a few cuts and bruises. "Not too sure," he lied.

"We need to get you back to the hotel..." she began.

"No," he barked, and then softened his voice. "Too hot up there, just help me back up to my towel and then you can look after me!"

She pulled a face. "I came down here to relax, not play nurse!"

He laughed, and then gave a small moan as he stood up. He moved his arm over her shoulder and allowed her to help him edge towards their towels. His hand fell over her shoulder and rubbed against the swell of her deliciously jutting breast. If she felt the touch, she did not let on that she had and he made a point of grazing his fingers across the flesh as they slowly returned to their base.

"Seriously," she said, settling him down onto the towel. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," he responded, holding his back and sensing blood on his fingers. "A little sore and I'm bleeding a little, I think."

"Want me to check you out?" she asked. 

"I thought you'd never ask!" 

She smiled. "I'm serious!" 

He returned her smile, "Yes, please, if you don't mind." 

She checked around his body. There were lots of scratches and quite a bit of blood.

"Tell you what," she said, pulling a small towel from her beach bag, "Let me go down to the sea and wet this and I'll clean you up."

He watched her go, his eyes glued to her honey-tanned body and magnificently rounded buttocks as she walked away from him. He could feel an erection starting, partly from the smell of her perfume, partly from the sight of her body and also from the anticipation of her cleaning his body. He took a smear of blood from a deep cut in his shin and rubbed it along the inside of his thigh, just under his shorts.

He lay on his back when she returned, her soft body leaning over him as she used the wet cloth to clean the blood from the cuts on his back.

"Mmm... that feels nice..."

She smacked him on the buttocks. "Tommy!"

"Okay, okay..." he said, before adding," But it does."

Her perfume filled his nose as she helped him turn over, and immediately she could see that he had an erection, and an impressive one at that. Attempting to ignore his state, she worked on the blood on his chest, cleaning it thoroughly and as she did her full rounded breasts brushed against his arm. She could plainly see his cloth covered erect penis and her breathing was becoming laboured as she carried out her work. 

"Just that cut on your shin to do," she softly said.

She leant down and began to delicately clean the wound, conscious that every touch was stinging him but even more aware of the huge bulge so close to her face. With every dab of her cloth, his penis seemed to jerk a little and she realised with some pleasure how aroused her touch was making him.

"Done," she finally said, reluctant to move away but knowing that she had to.

"Not quite," he said, pointing at the smear on his inner thigh. "I think my groin is bleeding."

Her heart leapt in her mouth. "Can you clean it?" she asked.

"Gina," he exclaimed in mock annoyance. "I'm hurting here and you are doing such a good job."

"Okay," she softly said, sliding the cloth under the leg of his shorts.

He winced, hoping she would fall for it and from the sight of her high erect, dark nipples pushing against her bikini top he realised she was as aroused as he.

"Wait a second," he ordered, and without awaiting a response, pulled down his shorts to his knees.

She gasped as thrusting manhood bounced free, majestic in its ramrod stiff hardness. Her eyes stared at it, then into his eyes.

"Tommy," she gasped, her eyes returning to his rigid weapon.

"I can't help it, Gina," he pleaded. He tried to suppress a smile as he saw her eyes locked on his manhood. "You've done this to me."

She gulped, her moist pink tongue running across her beautifully full, pink lips. His thin, erect phallus was not as big as Gary's, but the sight of it standing to attention before her was still quite a turn on.

"Tommy," she repeated, her complaint almost half-hearted.

"Gina, this is how you always make me," he moaned. "I need relief, Gina. Please help me." 

Her eyes stared into his. "Tommy, I can't." 

"You can Gina," he insisted, "I gave you relief the other day. Please." 

He watched her eyes look around them, checking on whether anyone could see. That could only mean one thing. He reached for her hand but she pulled it away.

"I'm sorry, Tommy... I can't."

His mind changed gear. "Then watch me, Gina. Please watch me."

He slowly moved his hand around to his rigid hardness, careful to make sure she was watching every move, attempting to increase the already electric atmosphere. He could hear her breath coming in short, rapid gasps as she gazed intently at his hand and his rock hard erection. Her eyes returned to his for a brief second.

"Will you watch me, Gina?" he softly whispered.

She didn't speak, didn't even nod her head. But her eyes said yes.

His fingers closed over his erection, encircling it in a sensuous grip. He began to slide them slowly slid up and down, stroking the hard shaft. He allowed himself some small groans of pleasure as he did so, aroused by the watching woman's eager blue eyes that were transfixed on his movements.

"That feels so good, Gina," he whispered softly. "I'm imaging it's your hand..."

He heard her emit a small moan at his words, her blue eyes flicking to his. 

His hand began to move a little faster and he was rewarded by an increase in the sound of her breathing, her wide eyes now full of undisguised lust as they fixed on his pulsing erection and the working hand. He laid his head back on the blanket, forgetting her for a moment as the warm sensation began to build. He badly needed her hand, at least, to take over but knew that he could not force matters any more than he already had.

He realised he was emitting soft little mewling noises and looked over to see if that had made her uncomfortable. But what he saw took his breath away. Her eyes were still watching his every move, but her right hand had slid onto the top of her bikini bottoms and she was slowly running her fingertips over the material covering her rounded pubis, stroking gently until she began to pant softly with arousal. 

"Are you as turned on as I am, Gina?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Can I stroke you," he whispered.

She shook her head and removed her hand. Damn, he thought. But she was not moving it away after all, she was slipping it under the material.

"You can watch, too," she gasped, allowing herself a long groan of anticipation.

Her movements had multiplied his arousal and he worked his hand faster, cupping his manhood just below the head, alternating between looking into her eyes and watching her own stroking hand.

She had opened her legs now, allowing her softly working hand more access and Tommy could see the shape of her fingers under the material as she continued to pleasure herself. The very top of her neatly trimmed bush of curly, light brown pubic hair was available to his eyes and the feeling of his working hand, and sight of her masturbating in front of him, brought him to the edge.

"Gina..." he gasped, warning her he was close.

"Wait," she responded, frantically increasing her own stroking now.

Her fingers never broke rhythm inside her bottoms and her tongue ran across her sensuous full bow-like lips as she expertly increased the pace, the excitement of the entire situation forcing her breaths into even shallower gasps of pleasure. Her curvy hips were moving faster to her masturbation, and she opened her legs wider as she began to groan, her moans deliciously increasing in tempo.

He had slowed his own masturbation, at her command, and when her narrowed eyes met his again, she whispered, "Now!"

Both of their hands picked up the pace and it was Gina who reached her orgasm first, but only a second before Tommy. They were both groaning wildly, unconcerned as to whether they could be heard or seen. Tommy turned to the side so that his outpouring hit the sand whilst Gina arched her head back as her slender, curvaceous body shuddered with ecstasy and she squirted hotly onto the blanket underneath her.

*

Gary and Toni

They lay for a while after Tommy and Gina had made their way down to the beach, neither speaking, but both being very aware of the other's presence, and of each other's thoughts. Gary sat in a white backed chair, staring at the magnificent honey-tanned body that lay on the towel beside him. Both wore sunglasses, so that neither could see each other's eyes, but both were aware that they were watching each other.

Then Gina sat up on her elbows, her lightly tanned, rounded breasts bouncing deliciously for a second as she did.

"What are you thinking?" she softly asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm... I was wondering if you fancied a dip in the pool," he lied.

"No you weren't," she replied in a matter of fact way.

"So, what were you thinking?" she asked again.

"Are we playing the question game again?" he asked.

"If you like...."

"Well, two things actually," he responded, taking a sip of his beer. "First, I was thinking what a fabulous body you have."

"Thank you," she softly responded, then surprised him by asking, "Are you a breast or a leg man."

He spat out a mouthful of beer as he heard the question and she threw her head back, laughing at his involuntary action.

"Well, isn't that right? Most guys are either breast or leg men?"

"I'm not most men," he replied, recovering his composure.

"You're a young man," she responded, pulling her sunglasses down onto her nose so that she could look more clearly at him. "And most young men have one thing one their mind."

He laughed, but she didn't let the subject drop.

"So...."

He smiled at her as he removed his sunglasses. She was clearly looking for compliments.

"Well, let me see... it's difficult...."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because..." he responded, pausing for impact. "First of all, you have the most amazingly full breasts that just bounce when you move... very erotic. Then you have stunning, long legs... very sensual. Then there's your quite magnificent peach-like buttocks... mouth wateringly good. As for your pouting mouth and beautifully full, pink lips... they are very kissable. Oh, I forgot to mention your dark -- I think? -- nipples. From what I can tell they sit high up on your breasts... and are oh, so suckable. And of course, there is the matter of your sparkling green eyes... they are such bedroom eyes!"

He watched as she slipped her sunglasses back up and over her eyes, as if to hide the blush that had spread across her face.

"Wow!" she said.

"You asked," he responded.

They sat silently for a while. She was clearly lost in thought and from the sight of her nipples pushing through her dark green bikini top, his words had hit the mark.

"My turn?" he asked.

"Mmm...?" 

"Is it my turn to ask a question?" 

She hesitated for a few seconds. "Okay?" she eventually said.

"Will you pose for me?" he asked.

"I already have done," she responded, sitting up now.

"Yes, and it was such a beautiful sketch, I'd like to do another." 

She hesitated again. "Have you shown the sketch to Tommy... or Gina... or anyone?"

"Certainly not," he instantly replied. "My sketches are between me and my subject."

"You showed me one yesterday," she countered.

"Only a self portrait," he said. "And I asked the subject first before showing it to you."

She laughed. "And the subject agreed?"

Gary nodded. "He said the person who asked to see it was such a beautiful woman, how could he refuse?"

She laughed again. "You are such a charmer..."

He joined in her laughter. "I'll take that as a compliment. But back to my question... will you?"

"Why do you want two?"

He smiled. "You know why. This one will be in the nude."

She hesitated, and then softly lay back on the blanket. After a few seconds, Gary interrupted her thoughts.

"It will be okay, Toni. I'll ensure that you'll feel comfortable. After all, we agreed that I would be naked, too."

She sat back up on her elbows again, appraising him through her sunglasses.

"Agreed...?"

"Well," he hesitated. 

She gave an imperceptible shake of her head and lay back down. Neither spoke for a couple of minutes. Eventually, he felt he had to break the silence.

"Is that a 'no' then?"

Without moving from her position, she purred, "I'm still thinking."

Gary smiled.

*

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The Hotel Ch. 09



As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 9 - DAY FIVE: NEW COUPLINGS

Peggy and Venus...

Peggy headed for her usual late afternoon session in the hotel gym, stopping by the tiny tinted window office in the corner to exchange pleasantries with Helena before continued on her way. When the brunette had left for the changing rooms, Helena gracefully picked up the internal telephone and smiled to herself as she called Venus.

Peggy was on the treadmill when Venus arrived. The black girl looked sensational, Peggy thought, in a pair of figure hugging black shorts and matching sports bra. She certainly did have a sensational body. Unknown to Peggy, Helena had begun to turn away the odd guest wanting to use the facilities, explaining they had a small problem but would re-open in an hour. That would be long enough, she knew, for Venus to test Peggy's resolve.

Peggy greeted Venus when she arrived but kept running, having just begun the fifteen minute run with which she ended every session. Glancing across, she saw that Venus was now on the treadmill next to her and she watched as the attractive young woman ran her eyes across Peggy's body, clearly admiring her slightly sweating form. This girl had a way of making her tingle, Peggy knew, and felt the current of electricity run through her bouncing body.

"I didn't know you used the gym," Peggy called over, her voice vibrating slightly as she ran.

"Every day," responded a more composed Venus. "Just not at this time."

She smiled, her eyes dropping to Peggy's bouncing breasts. Peggy felt the surge inside her again.

"But I had a spare twenty minutes," Venus continued. "So I thought I'd have a quick run."

Peggy nodded, returning the smile.

"Truth be known, Peggy," the gently running girl said, "and please don't repeat this...."

Peggy smiled, wondering what was coming next.

"It seems a while since I had sex," she lied, "And when I take exercise it helps relieve the sexual tension for a little while...." 

Venus smiled to herself as she watched Peggy blush a little. Haven't had sex since your husband made me cum three times, she thought.

Peggy felt the pace of her breathing increase, and not simply from the exercise. She had hoped that Loncraine would have asked to see her today and was disappointed he had not. As a result, the ever present feeling of arousal inside her since their first encounter was continuing to burn brightly.

"Mind you, Peggy" Venus began again. "Seeing you in that outfit doesn't help... you look really hot, baby." 

Peggy's blush deepened. There had been a couple of occasions when she had wondered if Loncraine's attractive daughter was coming on to her. She felt a thrill of excitement and hoped her hard nipples were not too obvious through her thin t-shirt.

"Thank you, Venus," she mumbled, not sure how to reply. "If only I had a body like you..."

Venus narrowed her eyes as the raven haired woman nervously smiled at her. There was no doubt there were some sexual vibes filling the air. Time to increase the pressure, she thought.

"That's quite a compliment, Peggy. You like my body?"

The attractive wife stammered. "Yes.. er, no... I mean, yes."

God, Loncraine's daughter had her stumbling over her words like a schoolgirl and the arousal in her body had jumped up a couple of levels. This was nonsensical, she thought. This was another woman!

"Good," she heard Venus confidently reply. "I think yours is hot, too!"

Peggy felt her heart thumping in her chest. She looked at Venus through the mirror on the wall in front of them and saw that the attractive girl was smiling at her. But there was also a look of something else in those soft, brown eyes. Attraction? Arousal? She slid her gaze away, looking at her own running form and realised that if her nipples were not on display before, they certainly were now. If Loncraine did not ask to see her, perhaps she would have to pay him a visit, she thought.

Fortunately the treadmill ground to a stop and Peggy was saved further embarrassment. She could feel the warm moistness between her legs and thought that she might need to take care of herself whilst in the shower.

"Well, I'm finished I guess," she murmured, nervously smiling across at Venus. "It's time for a shower before I return to the sun."

"Good idea," Venus responded. "I'll join you in a moment or two..."

Join me, Peggy wondered? What did that mean? The image of the two of them showering beside one another flashed through her mind and a mental picture of the young girl's naked, ebony body appeared in front of her eyes. This was too much, she thought, telling herself to pull herself together.

*

Babs and Sonia...

Sonia wondered what was going on. Barry and Simon had been quiet all day, almost as if they had something on their minds. There had been none of the usual high spirits they both usually indulged in and even Leo had been quiet. And then there was Lisa, who since lunchtime had gone into her shell and seemed content to sit quietly. Both Babs and Sonia had asked if anything was the matter but she had just shaken her head and looked as if she was about to burst into tears.

And then Babs had disappeared for around half an hour. Her pink haired lover had made a point of staying continually by her side since their first liaison and now she had gone off somewhere on her own. Sonia had just whispered to Babs how horny she was feeling and that was that. Off she had gone. It seemed that something wasn't quite right and Sonia was feeling a little confused as to what was affecting everyone. So it came as some relief to see Babs return.

She had put on pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms and waved at the others.

"See you later guys. Sonia and I will be back in an hour."

Sonia stared at her friend, who inclined her head as an indication that Sonia should follow her.

"Okay... see you soon," Sonia mumbled.

She scrambled to her feet to follow Babs, who had already set off around the side of the hotel. Running, she caught up with her friend.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"You said you were horny," Babs responded, glancing at her red haired friend. "It's too dangerous around here, particularly with what's going on with the men. So I had an idea."

Sonia stared at her. The woman never ceased to amaze her.

"Idea? What?"

"We're going for a drive."

Sonia stooped in her tracks, but hurried after Babs when the small woman kept walking.

"Drive! Where?"

"We'll find somewhere," Babs answered.

She stopped beside a small car and held up a pair of keys.

"Loncraine let me borrow one of the hotel's cars," she explained.

*

Peggy and Venus...

Peggy quickly stripped off her slightly damp gym outfit and hurried to the showers. If she was quick, she would be able to finish before Venus arrived. The thought of seeing the beautiful young woman's naked body was quite a turn-on, but she felt as if she was a little out of her depth and needed to get back into her comfort zone.

Nevertheless, she knew that her body was burning with arousal and although she told herself to wait until she returned to her room to relieve herself, she found that the tiny jets of water running down her cherry-tipped breasts created quite a delicious sensation. As she soaped her aroused body, she found her hands sliding across her small perky bosom, caressing her hard nipples, and causing her sex to moisten even further than it already was. 

Unable to prevent herself, her right hand left her breasts and slid back down her stomach, slowly running through her thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair. Glancing around, she adjusted her stance, allowing the water to run directly onto her vulva and she leant back against the shower wall, panting as she slowly stroked her swollen clitoris.

Loncraine was at the front of her mind, but then she found an image of a naked Venus taking over as she her fingers teased her aching nubbin to hardness between her legs. For a few wonderful seconds she imagined it was the young girl's hand and the thought resulted in her moaning out loud.

"Want me to help?"

Peggy froze when she heard the words and jerked her head towards the door from where Venus had quietly slipped inside. She stared at the young girl's naked body, proudly displaying itself to Peggy's wide, aroused eyes. 

The girl looked incredible. Peggy could not help but stare at Venus's voluptuous breasts. Her hard, chocolate brown nipples were provocatively standing to attention and Peggy had never seen a more stimulating sight in her life. Her eyes lowered and took in the diamond stud adoring her belly button and just below the incredibly flat stomach rested her thick, black, sensational looking, pubic hair.

"Like what you see?" the confident, teasing girl asked, her voice a low purr of pleasure.

"Venus, I...." Peggy began.

She was partly embarrassed at being caught masturbating and yet overwhelmed by the vision of erotic beauty confronting her. She pulled her hand away, momentarily hiding it behind her back as if to deny that she had been pleasuring herself.

"Don't be shy," Venus purred. "We all do it when we need to ease the tension."

She stepped across towards Peggy, picking up the showery gel and pouring an excessive amount onto her slim hands.

"Like I said, want me to help, honey?" Venus repeated.

Without awaiting an answer, she held her hands under the water for a moment, the honeyed essence of the gel filling the shower. With agonising slowness, she slowly worked her hands into up a lather, her face lasciviously staring at Peggy's perky bosom, watching as small rivulets of water sensually ran down to drip off of her erect cherry coloured nipples. 

Peggy bit her lower ruby lip and softly moaned when Venus's hands began to pay special attention to her diamond-hard nipples, the soapy, black fingers gently caressing and pinching. Peggy realised she was moaning continuously, the feeling so sensational that she did not want it to stop. As she closed her eyes, she realised that Venus was no longer washing her breasts but was now deliberately and luxuriously making love to them with her hands.

Her moans become more ragged, Venus now pinching each of her thick nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She had never felt such pleasure coming from having her breasts caressed and whether it was simply the feeling of the black girl's touch, or the eroticism of the situation, she knew with a certainty that she was about to climax. 

Venus's aroused eyes widened slightly as she saw Peggy's orgasm approach. She had never made another woman cum from just playing with her breasts and she felt her own arousal surge at the realisation. One final pinch was sufficient to take Peggy over the edge, her shuddering body falling against Venus, who slipped her slim hands around the trembling woman's waist to steady her whilst the orgasmic shocks ripped though her body.

"Such a good girl," she whispered into the wet ear as Peggy began to recover. "Ready for another?"

Peggy felt her body jerk again as Venus slipped her sensuous mouth down to her nipples, hungrily sucking the right tip between her lips, her long tongue licking around the sensitive bud before she nipped at it with her sharp teeth. Her left hand continued to hold and knead her left breast, whilst her free hand slipped around Peggy's back, pulling her body forward and holding her against her in an iron grip. 

Peggy arched her back against the sensational mouth, feeling the pleasuring girl slip a long, black leg between her own so that her seductress could rotate her hip against the white woman's wet sex. As Venus continued to apply her mouth to Peggy's sensitive breasts, she gently undulated her hip against the soft sex, encouraged by the continuous and growing moans escaping from the lips above her head.

Peggy's hips bucked against the insistently rubbing leg, grinding herself against Venus to achieve maximum satisfaction. Her engorged vulva was pressed against her long leg and she realised that she was thrusting her hips in urgent, circular motions against Venus's thigh. She was on fire and the sensation created by her pouting labia and the shiny wet bulb of her clitoris gliding deliciously took her to a second, even more powerful, orgasm.

"Such a very good girl," Venus rasped as she again held on to the shuddering woman.

Even as her body ferociously jerked in the black girl's arms, Peggy realised that Venus had brought her one of the most violently powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. It began with urgent ripples of pleasure spreading throughout her body until a wave of pleasure seemed to wash over her, the sensations blending and overlapping and leaving her drained in that satisfied way known only to a woman pleasured by another.

"Venus..." Peggy gasped.

The rivulets of water from the shower were continuing to bounce from her body as, still trembling, she realised she was unable to finish her sentence. Her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps as she tried again. 

"Venus..." 

"I know, honey," her black, female lover lovingly whispered.

Venus tucked her hand under Peggy's chin, bring her soft face up to meet her kiss. She heard Charles' wife's contented breaths like the purring of a petted cat as her sensuous mouth brushed against the ruby lips against hers. Venus pressed her ebony breasts into the small, white bosom as her lips parted Peggy's, allowing her long tongue to slither into the accommodating mouth. 

Their breaths were warm and soft as their tongues played with one another, until finally Venus pulled her lips away and ran them along Peggy's soft neck. 

"Forget my daddy," she purred gently into the wet ear. "You need some loving from Venus instead." 

Peggy felt her body overwhelmed with a combination of shame and arousal. She instantly wondered how Venus could have known about her and Loncraine, but then immediately dismissed the thought. If her new female lover could pleasure her like this, who cared?

*

Babs and Sonia...

Babs pulled into a quiet lay-by, just off the side off the road. It was partly sheltered from the passing cars by some thick bushes and she knew that their only problem would be if another car tried to park beside them.

"There's a weird atmosphere today," Sonia softly said.

"That's right, babe," Babs replied, a look of annoyance in her eyes. "And I'm pretty sure I know what has caused it."

Sonia stared at her and Babs slowly nodded her head.

"Those men have been up to no good," she firmly stated.

Sonia's eyes widened. "No good?"

"That's right. If you ask me, they got laid last night."

Sonia gasped. "That's not possible."

"You are such an innocent," Babs laughed. "I'm telling you! I've seen that look on Barry's face before. He and Simon got laid and from the look on Leo's face, he was involved too."

Sonia just stared at her friend, her gold-flecked eyes half disbelieving and yet it seemed a plausible explanation for their subdued state.

"Lisa knows," Babs added. "Have you seen the way she has been so upset this afternoon? Mark my words, she's found out!"

"Should we ask her?" asked Sonia, her eyes narrowing.

Babs shook her head. "No, she's too upset. I'll drag it out of Barry tonight!"

For a moment, the two women were silent, and then Babs reached out and pulled Sonia across to her, snaking a hand around her neck.

"Want to fuck me?" she softly whispered.

Before Sonia could reply, Babs pressed her glossy lips against Sonia's soft mouth, purring as Sonia immediately parted her lips and allowed Babs eager tongue inside. Her hands linked behind Sofia's neck as she drew her into a long, slow kiss, provocatively rubbing her plump breasts against Sofia's arm as she did so. 

Taking hold of Babs bikini top, Sofia yanked the material upwards to expose her full breasts and ran her fingers along the firm flesh, gently pulling the remarkably high nipples between her thumb and fingers. As she did, Babs groaned into her mouth and Sofia felt her lover's hands move away and work on her shorts.

Babs smiled to herself at the surprise in store for her young friend and having unzipped her shorts, she took hold of Sonia's hand, gently guiding it downwards towards her sex.

"Still feeling horny?" she asked.

"Mmmm, more than ever..."

"That's good babe. Now, you didn't answer. Want to fuck me?"

With that she placed Sonia's hand on the dildo between her legs, gently pulling on her friend's lower lip with her teeth as she heard the red head gasp in amazement.

"I wore it for you, babe," she explained. "You said you were horny, now you can do something about it!"

"Babs..."

Sonia's heart was almost bursting as she held her breath in delicious anticipation. Babs meanwhile was already pushing her front seat back, making more room.

"Three things," whispered Babs, smiling into her lover's expectant face. "First, get naked."

Sonia's body was ablaze with arousal and as Babs watched from her seat, she unhooked her brassiere and then gently pulled down her bikini bottoms, sliding them off her feet.

"Number Two. Sit on me."

Sonia's eyes widened further, big saucers looking at Babs. However ungainly, she manoeuvred herself across the car from her seat and onto Babs lap.

As she did, Babs slid her hand down Sonia's body, her soft fingers deftly stroking Sonia's rounded pubis, rubbing gently before homing in on the slippery clitoris that was waiting for her. As her thumb began to stimulate the aroused nubbin, she slipped two fingers inside Sonia, and smiled as she heard her moan out loud as her wet body responded to the finger fucking.

"Number Three," whispered Babs, withdrawing her fingers and ever so slowly beginning to lick them. "Put me inside and fuck me."

As she spoke, she grasped the dildo and gently eased it against Sonia, rubbing it along her vulva and then gently parting her lips. With that, she lay back in the seat and put her hands back behind her head.

"Fuck me, babe."

Sonia did not need a second invitation. Resting both hands on the seat beside Babs head, she wriggled herself down on the phallus until she had taken it all inside. She groaned as she did, and then began to rhythmically pump her hips up and down on the shaft. The fact that Babs sat back and made no effort to touch her somehow added more sensuality to the moment and it seemed to Sonia that she was being allowed to deliciously fuck herself.

Her head bounced off the car ceiling as she increased her movements and she threw her head back, closing her eyes in an attempt to maximise the sensations flowing through her. She alternated her hip thrusts between taking the phallus deep inside her and rotating herself in small circles, deriving a different but still exquisite sexually charge from each movement.

She was jerked from her trance-like fucking state as she felt Babs mouth taking one of her milky-white breasts in her mouth, sucking the delicious pink nipple deep inside. At the same time, Babs hands slid around onto Sonia's tight, firm buttocks, her fingernails digging into the undulating flesh as her quickly learning lover rocked on her lap.

"That's it, babe," Babs encouraged. "Let yourself go."

Sonia closed her eyes again as she undulated her hips, her breasts now providing a feast for Babs eager mouth whilst her buttocks were being squeezed as though Babs was testing the quality of a ripe fruit. Gradually her movements became faster and more powerful and her incoherent moans grew louder and louder, building up to a plateau as she felt her orgasm begin deep inside her. 




The Hotel Ch. 09



Babs slipped a finger against Sonia's anus and the redhead's thrusting movements took the finger slightly inside. She moaned loudly at this additional intrusion, but allowed it to spur her movements further, so that she felt she was fucking one invader whilst being fucked by another. Each undulation took the finger deeper, the forces of gravity allowing the tip to slide further and further into her anal opening. 

"Oh fuck, Babs" she whimpered. 

The sensational feelings created by the twin invaders had taken her to the edge and Babs took her over by wrapping her teeth around her nipple and tugging on the little bud. That elicited a scream of pleasure from the undulating redhead, her juices flowing as the moment arrived, releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building in her since early morning.

*

Danny and Helena...

When Venus and Peggy left the gym together, Helena had grinned at them both and had been rewarded by a surreptitious wink from her employer's daughter. Clearly everything had gone according to plan, she had realised. Now that they had left, she had been able to reopen the gym to other guests and hand over her duties.

A couple of hours later, she was heading for Veronicas's bedroom. The younger sister answered the door with a smile, ushering her inside. Danny was sitting on the sofa, looking embarrassed. It seemed that Veronica had been warming him up for his initiation with Helena.

"Danny, this is Helena," Veronica said.

Danny stared at the vision in front of him. Her sultry, smoking brown eyes smiled at him and she threw back her long, auburn tresses for effect. Even through her t-shirt he could tell that her unfettered jutting breasts were much larger than even Veronica's impressive globes and her deep pink nipples were clearly outlined against the material. Her deep brown coloured voluptuous body made his hair stand on end and he immediately felt overawed.

"Hi Danny," her husky voice greeted him, her tongue licking across her sensuous pink lips.

"Er, hi," he mumbled, standing up.

"That's no good," Veronica immediately said. "You have to appear confident with women, even when you're not."

Danny blushed and the two girls laughed.

Embarrassed, he muttered, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."

Veronica flung her arms around his neck, making him squirm with discomfort at having an audience as she violently kissed him. She ran her tongue around the inside of his mouth, her hands taking hold of his buttocks and pulling him into her. 

"Danny, it's up to you," she said, pulling away. "I promised to help you with your sex education whilst you were on holiday and this is your new lesson."

She glanced over at Helena as she spoke. "Pretty hot, eh?" Both girls laughed again.

"I'm going for a soak in the bath," Veronica continued.

As she walked to the bathroom, she pulled her top over her head to reveal her full, bouncing naked breasts. Danny's mouth dropped open and he felt an immediate reaction as his penis sprung into life. 

"If you think these are impressive," she said, wiggling her superb globes at him as she turned towards him, "Wait until Helena shows you her beauties." 

With that, she smiled at them both and disappeared through the door to the bathroom, the lock clicking as she closed it behind her.

"Nervous?" Helena asked.

Danny nodded, his throat extremely dry.

"Don't be," she continued. "From what Veronica has told me, I think I'm in for a treat!" 

He looked at her warily. "What did she tell you?" 

Helena smiled and ran a hand through her long, auburn tresses. "Well let me see," she began. "She explained that before this holiday you were a virgin,..."

She watched a blush spring across his face and knew she was going to enjoy tonight. "But..." she continued, "She said that you are a very quick learner and that you are able to please her like a skilled lover!"

"She said that?" he gasped.

"Oh yes," Helena responded, walking across to him. "She said you were a great kisser. And that you were able to make her cum with just your mouth. And that you made her cum when you fucked her, too..."

Danny's blush deepened, and not just at her words. Her soft hands were now linked around his neck,

"So where would you like to start?" she purred, her lips finding his.

Her kiss was different to Veronica's, he realised. She was softer, less urgent, with much more tongue interplay. Every so often her teeth pulled down on his lower lip and whenever he seemed to be getting into a rhythm, her full mouth pulled away to find another kissing position. Her full, sensuous pink lips seemed to dominate his, but she must have been satisfied as she purred like a cat whilst kissing him.

"Well, Danny," she husked. "Veronica was right, that was impressive."

"Really...?" His blush had returned.

"Oh yes, really!" she answered, taking a couple of steps away. "Tell me," she asked. "How does my body compare to Veronica's?"

His eyes widened and his gaze shyly ran down her body and then back to her eyes again.

"Come on," she insisted, putting her hands on her hips and arching her back to accentuate her superb breasts. "What do you think?"

"I... I think you are beautiful," he responded.

"My face or my body?"

"Both," he immediately replied. In truth, he had never seen a more stunning woman.

She smiled, twirling around in front of him. "Thank you, Danny," she rasped. "You are a real gentleman. What about my breasts?"

He stared at her for a second before his eyes widened even further. With one tug she had pulled her maroon t-shirt from over her head and her sensational globes were exposed to his eyes.

"Fucking hell..." he found himself saying. Her superb breasts were even larger and rounder than Veronica's and her deep pink nipples provided quite a contrast to Veronica's chocolate coloured tips.

She laughed. "Well, thank you again, Danny. Your reaction was quite a compliment. Want to feel them?"

She walked back to him and took hold of each of his hands, slowly bringing them to her breasts. Her hands left his as his fingers began to move of their own volition, kneading her globes and running first his palms and then his thumbs across her hard nipples. Her groan of satisfaction encouraged him further and he dipped his head to take each pouted bud into his mouth, sucking and licking at the same time. 

"Veronica was right," she purred, running her right hand along the back of his head. "You have a wonderful mouth, very tender. Women like that."

Danny was moaning too as he pleasured each breast in turn, his pulsating erection now firmly pressing against his shorts. After allowing him to continue for a while, Helena stepped back slightly and reached for her micro shorts, slipping open the top button, pulling down on her zip and shucking them off her body. She smiled inwardly at the way his wide eyes homed in on her full thatch of thick red hair.

"Well?" she asked.

He sighed softly as he looked at her incredible body. 

"Amazing," he breathed.

Helena smiled at him. This was quite a contrast to the rutting excitement of the night before. She walked to the sofa, wriggling her incredibly rounded buttocks at him. Turning, she flopped back into the cushions, easing her legs apart.

"Well, you've passed the kissing test. And also the chivalry test. Now let's see what else you've learned."

Danny's thoughts went back to the beach and Veronica. Don't you want to pleasure me, baby, she had asked. Okay, baby, sit between my legs. Put your hands under my bottom. Lick me, baby...

He slid across to the couch and gently dropped between Helena's legs. As Veronica had done, she eased her deep brown legs apart, making herself accessible. He eased himself forward and just as he was wondering whether to thrust his hands under her buttocks, he felt her long leg reach out and curly around his neck, pulling his head to his target.

"Make me purr, Danny," she whispered, her voice dreamy.

He tried to recall how he had approached Veronica, but felt a second leg hook around him, her feet locking around his lower back to hold him in position. Her legs had automatically brought his face to her sex and he licked out with his tongue, gently licking her labia and being rewarded with a long, soft moan,

"Yesss... that's it," her husky voice encouraged. "Make me purr, Danny, make me purr."

He continued to run his tongue along her folds, his nose continually brushing against her full thatch of thick red hair. It felt sensational, the same as with Veronica, but different. She was undulating her hips more than Veronica, thrusting her sex against his face as he pleasured her. She was directing him, but not with her words, it was the constant writhing motions of her body that indicated where he should go next.

He remembered that Veronica had enjoyed his mouth on her clitoris and adjusted his position slightly to enable him to suck in her much bigger nubbin, sucking it inside his mouth and pursing his tongue and teeth so that he created a vacuuming effect.

"Fuck, Danny, that's sensational," she gasped.

Her left foot was digging into his back whilst her right had risen around his neck, softly pressing the back of his head into her sex. He glanced up and saw that her head was thrown back against the cushions, her eyes closed, and her fabulous breasts heaving with passion. He raised a hand to pinch her nipple and her hips jerked violently against his face. Her left hand grasped his hair as she now raised both legs, planting them on his shoulders.

"Make me cum, Danny..." 

He still was not quite sure what he was supposed to be doing but was happy to go with his instincts, driven on by her body movements and groans of pleasure. He took hold of her thighs, running his soft fingers along the inside of each as her curvy hips began to move in faster, rhythmic motions against his tongue.

"Make me cum, Danny... make me cum... make me....." 

Her body straightened and she gave a long, throaty growl. For a moment, he wondered what was wrong, her thighs now squeezing his head, her long, auburn tresses bouncing as she shook her head from side to side. Then she screamed as the orgasm hit her, her buttocks bucking into his mouth as she came, one peak following another. He didn't understand the words she spat out, but knew that he had successfully pleasured his second woman and felt a strong feeling of pride.

But there was no opportunity for self congratulation. The Latin spitfire was pushing him back on the floor and clawing at his shorts. Pulling them halfway down his body, her full mouth engulfed him, sucking him inside. Her head frantically bounced up and down as she deep throated him, before pulling back to run her hot, narrow, tongue up and down the shaft, covering every inch of his pulsating flesh, before sucking around the bulbous head. 

Just when he thought he would burst, her mouth had left him and he found her sitting across him, her body now sucking his hardness into her hot core. She was much more active than Veronica, thrusting urgently on him, using his body exclusively for her own gratification. Her pretty head was flung back as she took her pleasure, her long, auburn tresses bouncing on her head as her pace quickened further.

She thrust faster, feeling a second orgasm building, her face contorted and her downward thrusts smacking her hips deliciously against his naked thighs. The Latin woman was lowering and raising herself like a dervish as she lost control. She screamed again as she felt her body tremble violently, her orgasm electrifying her entire body, her entire being appearing to tremble in the intense surge of ecstasy.

"Cum with me, Danny... cum..." she implored.

The young innocent did as he was bid, and with a loud grunt, he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into the writhing woman as the first rope of semen burst from his heaving body and pulsed into the Latino hottie.

"Well," they heard Veronica's voice from the door. "He had a good teacher..." 

*

Charles and Venus...

As Venus headed up the stairs to bed, she saw a figure emerge from the shadows. It was Charles.

"My God," she rasped. "What are you doing here?"

His face looked desperate, his eyes wild with arousal as he looked at her.

"I need you, Venus," he pleaded. "I want you..."

"No, Charles," she calmly said.

"Please," he gasped. "Venus, please!"

For a moment she thought she was going to get angry. She was the one who was always in control and she did not need anyone whimpering around her unless it was she who dictated that situation.

"Where is your wife?" she asked.

"In our room. We've just returned to our room. I told her I wanted another cigarette before we turned in."

"You are taking a risk, Charles!"

"I know," he whimpered, his body trembling.

Venus felt a rush in her body. Perhaps a good orgasm was just what she needed before bed.

"What do you want, Charles?" she asked, idly stroking her red blouse.

"I want to fuck you, Venus," he pleaded.

"You had your chance last night," she coldly stated.

"Last night was wonderful," he said. "I gave you pleasure."

She nodded. "Yes, Charles, you did."

"Then..." he began.

"Charles," she quietly said. "You lost two sets. Last night was your forfeit for one of those sets."

"Venus..." he started, wringing his hands together.

"Same rules, Charles," she rasped. "Make me cum three times and then you can fuck me."

"But what if I cum..." he whimpered.

"That's okay, Charles. Make me cum three times and then you can fuck me. Agree?"

"Oh, yes." His face lit up.

"But my rules, Charles. Okay?"

He hesitated, but seeing the steely look on her face he nodded. He would do anything to have this girl.

"Good. The rules are that you will only be allowed to make me cum when I tell you. You do not come looking for me, I will look for you. Is that clear?"

He whimpered, but nodded.

"Very well," she said, her voice softening. "But break the rules and all bets are off."

He nodded again.

"Right," she said, sitting down on the top stair.

She reached underneath her short skirt and slid her panties down her legs. She eased open her shapely legs as she held his stare.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, raising her dark, right eyebrow.

He whimpered again and slid down several stairs, then inched his face up her calves and then her thighs, his soft tongue licking and kissing along the way. Venus eased her legs open wider as she leant back on her elbows and closed her eyes. Rather than using his tongue, she felt his hand reach out and touch her, his thumb and fingers taking her already swollen clitoris between his fingertips.

"Oh..." she let out an involuntary gasp, the sensation created by his soft fingers rushing through her body. "That feels so nice, baby."

She felt him rolling her nubbin between his fingertips, sliding from the top to the bottom of the slippery bud. This was even nicer than she had anticipated and she moaned very softly, realising that she was approaching the brink in amazing time. She could feel her orgasm trying to burst through and she spread her legs even further on the stairs as his magical digits began gently masturbating her.

Suddenly, he pulled his hands away to grip her hips and engulf the sensitive bud in his eager mouth. It seemed he had been planning his assault as, pursing his lips, he sucked the length of her clitoris into his mouth, rolling it around and as he gripped the nubbin between his teeth. That final action took her to her climax, her head bumping against the floor, her eyes rolling into her head, and a long, low groan escaping her lips.

Charles continued orally pleasuring her as she came, seeking his reward. And as another orgasmic wave washed over her, he gained it, her honeyed juices beginning to gush onto his face and continuing against him until he allowed his still sucking mouth to finally release her clitoris

"Charles," she groaned, looking down, but the sight beneath her made her gasp again.

It seemed the moment was again too much for his pulsating hardness and his body jerked as he started to orgasm, despite his desperate but vain attempts to fight it back. She watched as he pumped stream after stream into his pants, groaning aloud as he did so.

"Well, Charles," she hoarsely croaked as she unsteadily got to her feet. "I'd like to know how you are going to explain that to Peggy."

She made her way to her door before turning back to his heaving figure still prone on the stairs.

"But look on the bright side, baby. One down, two to go!"

*

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