Pru (Prudence) Blanchard, assistant to the Human Resources manager, took Jonathon Weatherspoon via the service elevator at the back of the Duke of Huntington Hotel to the unattached male staff quarters on the fourth floor.
The slow moving steel cage gave Pru time to study this newly hired security man, a farm boy from the interior. Jonathon had revealed he'd never been more than 100 miles from his home until making the train journey to Sydney to take up this position, arranged by his uncle, head of security.
Pru licked her lips as she looked at his chest; it appeared powerful as did his thick farm boy shoulders. Ohmigod, she squirmed and thought life for him in his new environment would be split between work and recovering from his endless nights of bedroom athletics with horny females.
As she showed him into his room that was an oblong cubicle twice the size of a standard international shipping container, she was tempted to be first to sample him but unfortunately her boss Rosemary had told her to hurry back.
"What is an unattached male Miss?"
What a dear polite guy, Pru thought. He really was a country boy and probably a virgin.
"To management, an unattached male means that you are not here with your wife or alternatively a woman with whom you've had a long-standing relationship; they must also work in the hotel. Those employees get married quarters at the rear of the fifth floor of this annex, while the rooms of unattached females are on the second and third floors."
"If unattached females as you call them are spread over two floors and the unattached men occupy only one floor that suggests that the females outnumber the males, which is rather a shame socially."
Pru's legs felt weak at watching the concern on his face; she sat on his bed, immediately felt stronger and began bouncing up and down on it.
"You don't have to make up your bed in mornings. That's one of the few perks we have beside the top quality food. Housemaids do your rooms but keep away from them Jonathon because they are rather a motley lot and we suspect most are illegal immigrants."
"A motley lot? That phrase is new to me."
"Consider them third-class Jonathon whereas someone like me is first-class."
"Oh rather like the quality and comfort of classes of railway carriages?"
"Exactly. Look you need someone to brief you intimately about hotel life. I sign off late afternoon and we could meet at 5:30 in the staff lounge at the rear of the fourth floor. Your uncle will send someone to fetch you soon to show you the ropes."
"The ropes?"
"Goodbye Jonathon."
Pru jumped up and kissed him on the cheek.
He rubbed that cheek in surprise and as Pru went through the doorway she turned to say, "If any of the other female asks you to join her for a drink say that you are booked to be with Pru this evening."
"I'm booked to be with Pru this evening; that sounds chipper."
"Chipper?"
"I'm not quite sure what it means but granddad uses it when he means he feels good."
Jonathon was at Sydney at his mother's insistence. His parents were preparing to hand over the family's cattle station (huge ranch) to him to manage on their retirement and she thought he should sample life in the big city before he settled down.
"You mother reckons you need the chance to sow your oats," his father told him later.
* * *
Bruce one of the hotel's security guy, dressed in a dark suit and carrying a hand-held radio, introduced himself and tried to crush Jonathon's hand but found that macho ritual beyond him because the new guy possessed a steel-like grip.
It took most of the day doing the rounds of the 255-room tourist class hotel, plus public rooms, staff rooms and service areas, as well as being briefed on procedures. Security officers worked eight-hour shifts.
Jonathon was taken to his uncle Talbot who occupied an impressive office. Talbot told his nephew that he commanded twenty-two security personnel who worked on shifts and then called in Jude, who would teach Jonathon the ropes during the next seven days.
Jude didn't try to crush Jonathon's hand but she did try to stare him down. Jonathon looked away early as he'd been brought up to be polite to women. Jonathon stared at her breasts instead because they were awesome. Alas it was a pity about her over-large and bent nose and spotty face.
It was almost 5:45 when Pru arrived in the near-empty lounge and spotted Jonathon sitting alone and away from the noisy group over at the bar in what was called the eastern sector of the annex. The staff dining room was in the western sector and such naming was handy because the building was pretty large to navigate for newcomers.
Jonathon almost tripped over his feet when he stood up, mouth agape and watching Pru's approach. Her breasts were swaying as she walked - obviously she was not wearing a bra under that shirt and little else over the rest of her body - just tight cycling trousers and slip-on shoes.
"Hi, I suggest we have some drinks and then go to my room and have late dinner," announced Pru, walking on to the bar without waiting for Jonathon's reply.
Ninety minutes later they were just inside the locked door of Pru's room. Their lips were firmly together and Pru had gently pulled Jonathon's hand on to her breast.
As Jonathon's fingers sank into the warm and bouncy flesh his boner dug into Pru's thigh and she pushed on to it with a sigh.
Jonathon was in deep shit (another of his granddad's phrases) because he sensed Pru's rising passion that suggested awesome sexual experience.
Although he was twenty-four, he'd only been with three women to sate himself sexually. All had been quiet country women, one eighteen (his first) and the other two were married and of unknown vintage. Fellow senior student Mary Roskill his neighbor had shown him what to do when she took his virginity, but she hadn't shown him much.
However her mother also had a piece of him and they were caught by Mary doing it and that was the end of Mary; Her mom kept bailing him up infrequently for the next couple of years when he was on breaks from his agricultural studies. However she left him to suck and lick her breasts and just laid back with her eyes shut until he jerked a load into here. The storekeeper's wife engaged with him more and took him into her mouth repeatedly and jerked him furiously but when he plunged into her depths she also laid submissively rather like a sack of wet oats.
This Pru looked as if she meant business. Well, let her do what she wanted; if what he offered was not up to her expectation she was such a motor-mouth she was bound to tell him how to do what she wanted.
Jonathon felt Pru gently touching his cock as if trying to determine how big it was and then for some reason she began shaking and breathing heavily.
Actually it ended up with Pru making it dead easy for him; she was patient and so good at moving things also he deduced she must be a pro.
First of all, Pru stepped back from him and raised her hands above her head. Dead easy, thought Jonathon, she wanted him to take her shirt off, lazy lush. He did so, and then she put her hands on his hips. He took that as an invitation to suck her tits and moved in and started slurping.
He could tell by the way she was pulling his head into her chest while attempting to push her hips on to his boner that she was on heat.
Jonathon had made a real bath of her breasts, with saliva dribbling and flying everywhere but she didn't seem to mind; in fact she began to pant and murmur things repeatedly called him darling. Her hands were all over him and she kept colliding her groin with his and before long he couldn't believe his dick felt unusually thick and it began jerking as if it were about to erupt.
Gee whiz; she hadn't really got her hands on to it yet.
Pru's hands grabbed at his belt and she finally got it undone. His pants fell to the floor and she yanked his underpants down a bit and then pushed them to the floor with one of her feet, acting like a female very much in charge.
Pru dropped to her knees and grabbed his spluttering cock. She dribbled on it muttering it was such a monster and then began licking it, and was talking to it in a sing-song voice, "Oh my beautiful boy; oh my beautiful boy."
Highly amused by these antics, Jonathon decided not to laugh at her version of foreplay as he was not sure and thought there might be rules to abide with. Whatever, what she was doing with him was great?
The singing stopped when Pru began swallowing his cock and eventually she was gagging and that disgusting noise and the fact that one of her fingers appeared to be searching for his asshole made him heat up. Manfully he fought hard to avoid firing a load down her throat.
Holy cow! The store-keeper's wife had just sucked and licked around the head whereas Pru was moaning "My mouth is so full, Ohmigod I'm in danger of choking myself to death in a most wonderful way."
That had rather scared Jonathon at first, but she never showed any sign of choking until eventually trying to get a stream of cum out of her mouth.
Delicious little sensations were running along his cock and it felt little different than being in Mary's tight cunt, although it probably had been shriveling in anger after they broke up when Mary found out about Jonathon and her mother.
Gosh, Pru was good.
He began to worry that she might be thinking he was slacking on the job when Pru let his bloated cock slide out of her mouth and she moaned, "If you can cum again I want to wank it over my tits. Okay?"
"It's all yours, baby," Jonathon said in his deepest voice.
That deep voice full of resonance along with words and the huskiness that Jonathan had learned in reading an article he'd read in a jerk-off magazine he'd guiltily bought at a sex shop and then had burnt it before his mom found it during one of her periodic snoops of his room, or 'thorough dusting' as she called it.
"Oh my God," blathered Pru, paddling her fingers like little legs over the soaking mess all over her ample chest. Well the impression he got from that was she'd never had such a mess of that extent.
Now, Act 2: Jonathon enters left stage center, carrying his heavy engorged dick in one hand and focusing on the shy maiden waiting nervously on the bed with an arm over her breasts and the other concealing her vulva.
Wrong.
Still panting, Pru grabbed the pillow off her bed and went on the floor, putting the pillow under her chin and shoving her ass into the air.
Jonathon licked his lips. He could see the hairy vulva and the central protruding lips hanging down like a cow ready for mating. The sight of Pru's waving white ass made him ready to mount her like a bull.
He waited, but she didn't look like rolling on to her back. Her hands came under between her plump thighs and she spread her cunt into a pinky.
Jonathon knew what to do and did it. He dropped to his knees and rammed it home, Pru squealing like a stuck pig. He began ramming her but the pressure was too much; it felt as if the end of his cock had blown off, a most profound feeling, the like of which he'd never felt before, even when wanking off using his mother's new Christmas bath oil.
"Oh," sobbed Pru. "So soon. I had been hoping for a prima performance."
Jonathon hadn't a clue what prima performance meant, but he knew what to say - another quote from a trashy wank magazine:
