The Wiltshire Hotel

I honestly have no idea where this story came from. I was sitting at my computer just trying to cleanse my palate so i could continue one of my other stories and this just flowed. I am not going to make this a series, i think a short story is best,

Any inconsistencies you find, are intentional.

I do hope it is received well. As with all my works, I did put a lot of heart and soul into this. I wont publish a story if I did not give it everything I had. Please enjoy, comment and rate. Thank you. And now without any further ado,,, the tale.

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It is the night of a full moon. In the distance can be seen an old hotel. A long drive goes from the road to the hotel. The sound of a car can be heard approaching from far down the road. Lights appear in the windows, flood lights on the lawn illuminating the road up to the place. A gatehouse is now visible at the entrance to the drive.

An old man can be seen in the gatehouse, wearing a security uniform. The car pulls up to the gatehouse. It is an SUV, inside is a family, father, mother, older daughter and teenage twins, boy and girl. They are a nice family, loving and supportive. They are running low on gas and have not seen a gas station in miles.

The father rolls down the driver-side window.

"I wonder if you can help me." He asks the guard.

"Mayhap I can, mayhap I cain't. Ask away."

"Is there a gas station nearby? We are almost out and have a long way to go."

"Nearest station in about ten miles farther down the road. This time of night, they aren't open no how. Go on up to the hotel, we kin put you up 'til morning. We kin call the station and have them run out a can of gas, enough ta get ya to the station and be on your way."

"Thank you." The father rolls up the window and drives to the hotel.

As soon as the gatehouse is no longer in sight, it darkens and the guard disappears. This is the last anyone sees of the family, except for the car and all their luggage. It wont be found for a few years and no one knows why they had driven up to a hotel that had been boarded up and abandoned for over a hundred years.

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Friday June 14th 2019

Stuart Family

Carl, Father 43 Software Engineer

Cathy, Mother 38 Urgent Care Nurse

Jessica, Oldest Daughter 20, College Student

Trevor and Tracy, Twins 18, Senior Year HS

Carl was loading the Cadillac with the family's luggage. This was their last summer trip before everyone left for college. Cathy was watching her husband load the car. She loved him as much now as she had when they married. He was strong and handsome. His dark hair made him look younger than his 43 years and had amazing cobalt blue eyes. He was very tan and took care of himself. Being 6' and a little over 200lbs, he was fit, for an engineer. She looked forward to this trip. Getting away from the stress of work, she was looking forward to rocking his world

Her friends thought she had married him for his money, but that was far from the truth. She married him because his big fat cock had got her pregnant. She honestly could not get enough of it. This was going to be a trip to remember.

Carl felt Cathy's green eyes on him and he turned to look at her. Three kids and 20 years later and she was still as sexy as when they met. Her red hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her pale skin covered in freckles everywhere, was such a turn on. She had beautiful breasts, a 38 C, flat tummy and a trim waist but with a nice round ass. Everything about her was just perfect. He knew she was planning on wearing him out on this vacation. He could not wait to get to the hotel and sink his cock into her tight pussy and even tighter ass. It didn't matter how often he fucked her, she never stretched out.

He looked up when the front door opened and slammed closed. His oldest daughter Jessica came down the stairs, lugging her suitcases. If Cathy knew what crossed his mind when he saw Jessica, or hell even Tracy, she would cut off his balls. He had imagined one or both of his daughters in bed with him on many occasions. Jessica looked like Cathy, hell they could have actually been twins. That was the hardest thing for him. Walking into the kitchen and not know who was there with her back to him.

Then there was Tracy. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, easily D cup breasts, still a little baby fat on her body, but it looked good. Gave her all the right curves. All his girls were 5' 4", it made them so cute and people always confused them for sisters. Even with the hair color difference, Tracy shared facial features with her mom and older sister. There was no doubt they were related.

The twins came out at the same time. Both wearing ear buds, each dragging a single suitcase. As long as they had music, nothing else really mattered to them. Finally, the car was all packed for the trip. Carl, of course, was driving, that was just what a father and head of household did. He was dressed comfortably in khaki cargo shorts, sandals and a light blue polo. Dark Ray-Ban shades covered his eyes.

Cathy was in the front passenger seat, a basket of snacks on the floor in front of her, her legs tucked up under her as she leaned against the door. You could just see a hint of pale blue panties through the leg of her white shorts, which hugged her ass tightly. She wore a pale-yellow blouse and her bra matched her panties. Her bare feet were mostly hidden, but her toe nails were painted a pale blue and part of a foot could be seen sticking out from under her,

Jessica sat behind her father, she was reading a book, she had her father's tastes in old TV shows and was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a short-sleeved flannel shirt tied at her midriff. Her long hair was loose over her shoulders and he hoped he could keep his eyes on the road. Her firm breasts were like a magnet to his eyes.

Tracy sat in the middle; her blonde hair done in pigtails. She wore a t-shirt that read "Daddy's little monster.". Her jean shorts covered more of her than Jessica's shorts did, but not by a whole lot. She was the only female with a tan, and not for the first time, Carl wondered if his baby girl had any tan lines.

Last was Trevor. Tall like his dad, a soccer player and he had a 4.0 GPA. He wore a short sleeve plain white t-shirt and black cargo shorts. He leaned back in the seat and looked like he was already falling asleep. What he was really doing, was daydreaming about his mother. Not long ago, he had walked into the bathroom. The shower was going, but he thought it was Tracy, it was nothing for the twins to see each other naked, but it was his mother. She had forgotten to lock the door and did not hear it open.

He saw her through the glass door, she had a leg up on the side of the tub and she was masturbating. He closed the door quickly and silently, the ran to his room to pound one out. He wanted to see her naked again. He couldn't help it. As they headed out on the road, the car was silent, but a comfortable silence.

Their trip down the highway was smooth and uneventful. They had been on the road for a little over four hours. The GPS alerted them to a traffic jam a few miles ahead and it estimated a ninety-minute delay. Carl took the next off ramp and they took back roads.

An hour later there was a *bing* Carl looked down and the gas light was on. He swore that they had gassed up a little before they exited the highway. It was getting dark, but that didn't seem right either. He shook his head, he needed to do something. He looked at the GPS but it was off.

"Honey, can you check your phone and see if there is a gas station nearby?"

"I don't have a signal. Jessica? Do you have signal?"

Carl did not understand why she even asked that, if she didn't have signal why would their daughter have signal.

"No mum. Nothing."

"Well, we will have to keep going." Carl said.

They hadn't driven two more minutes when he saw a stone wall, with a large gate. Next to the gate was an old gatehouse. He pulled up next to it. There was an older man sitting inside. He rolled the window down and talked with him for a bit. There was a station about ten or so miles down the road. They weren't open. They could stay up at the hotel until morning. He would call up and let them know the family was arriving. Carl thanked the man and drove up drive to the hotel. As soon as he was halfway up the drive, the gatehouse disappeared and the gate was closed with a chain and padlock. As they approached the hotel, they saw people sitting outside at tables, waitstaff delivering drinks and food. Everyone was dressed smartly. There was a valet standing on the walk in a red coat and black pants.

Carl pulled up and the valet approached his door.

"Welcome to the Wiltshire sir. I will park your car and make sure your luggage makes it to your room." The young man smiled in a friendly manner.

Carl handed him the keys and he and his family walked up the stairs into the fancy foyer. There was a long check-in counter, where a lovely young woman stood, waiting for them.

"Good evening Mr. Stuart, Mrs. Stuart. Welcome to the Wiltshire. We have a room ready for you. It is a three-bedroom suite. We hope you enjoy your stay."

"Honey, did you give our name?" Cathy asked.

"I must have, to the man at the gate. I don't remember, but I am tired."

Cathy reached up and rubbed her husband's back. Carl realized that he forgot the key, but when he turned around it was in his hands. Shaking his head, he led the family to the elevator. Looking at the key, they were on the tenth floor. He pressed the button for 10.

"Could you press 8 please?" a soft voice behind him asked.

After pressing 8, he turned to look at the person. She was attractive, a little taller than his girls, dark hair and a voluptuous figure. She had at least D cups and the dinner dress she wore, hugged her curves and showed plenty of cleavage and thigh. She also wore sheer thigh high stockings. He looked back at the floor numbers above the door.

"Why did you press 8, darling?" Cathy asked him.

He turned to look at Cathy, and noticed the other woman was not there. He glanced around; he must be more tired than he thought. Looking at his wife, he shrugged.

"I... I don't know."

"You need to lay down when we get to the room."

He nodded, and the elevator stopped and they were on 10. Did he miss them stopping at 8? He shook his head again and looked for their room. It was right across from the elevator. That was convenient. He unlocked the door and looked around. It was a nice room, there was a sitting area, and what looked like an old radio. Looking around, he did not see a TV. The appliances looked brand new, but looked as if they were from the 1920's. They all split up and checked out the bedrooms. His wife found the master bedroom and she was giggling. He walked in and saw she was looking at the ceiling. The ceiling was mirrored, it actually looked like one piece.

"Oh wow! Mom! Check this out!" Jessica hollered.

When they got to her room, it was a setup they never encountered before. There was a king-sized bed, and a large cast iron bathtub in the room. There was a divider that could give someone privacy in the tub, but other than dressers and end tables, that was all. They went to check on the twins, there were two full sized beds and a long divider between them. Tracy and Trevor were each laying in a bed and reading. The room phone started ringing. Cathy went over and answered it.

She stood there for a few moments, not saying anything, a distant look on her face and then. "Yes, I can come down."

"Is everything alright?" Carl asked.

"The card didn't go through. I will be right back."

"Okay. I am going to lay down."

Carl went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. His eyes felt heavy, and as he slipped into the darkness; one thought went through his mind. I never gave them a card. Cathy exited the room and got on the elevator. Pressing L for lobby, she stepped back against the wall and waited. It was a nice hotel, very retro and the elevator was nice. It even had mirrors on the sides and back. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw someone. When she turned to look, no one was there. She shrugged.

Back in the room, Trevor was feeling restless and got off of the bed. As he left the room, he looked over at his twin. She had her earbuds in and was reading a book. He shook his head. He was going to go explore. Leaving the room, he saw that the elevator was heading down. He didn't feel like waiting so he went to look for the stairs. The hall turned right and he figured the stairs were in that direction.

As he turned the corner, he thought he saw a young woman go through a door. Well, he knew he saw one, but it was hard to tell her age, she was probably a bit older than his sister. Maybe around twenty-five. She was pretty though, and her skirt had frills at the bottom and she wore white stockings and black flats. She turned to look at him and smiled. Crooking a finger his way, she went through the door.

He tried to get there before the door closed, but he didn't make it. Opening the door, he heard footsteps below him. Looking over the railing, he could see her heading down. She stopped and looked up, then giggled and kept going down. He followed after her, but she was always just out of reach.

Soon he came to a final door. Pushing it open, he figured he was in the basement. There was a door farther down and there a light coming from under it. He made his way to the door and opened it. What he saw before him, stunned him. There she was, naked in front of a bed. She crooked her finger at him and stood with her legs, shoulder width apart.

Her dark brown hair fell about her shoulders, her dark eyes, sparkled with mischief. Those lovely orbs, that were her breasts looked so squeezable. Her tummy was flat and her mons was neatly trimmed. He could see her lips slightly protruding and glistening in the light.

He stepped forward and she reached for his shirt. Pulling it insistently up and off of him, she then ran her fingers lightly down his chest. Reaching for his belt, she opened it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. She pushed his shorts and underwear down his hips and legs at the same time. His erection standing proud. He new he was big, bigger than most of the guys on his team. No huge, but the girls in school never complained.

She took him by the shoulder and turned him to face away from her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his back. Her hands lowered until she was grasping his erection. A moan escaped his lips. Then he felt her tying a blindfold to him. He became a little anxious, but then she kissed his back some more and stroked him again. She pulled his hands back and guided him between her legs. She felt so hot and wet. He could not wait to get between her legs. Then he felt something attach to his wrists.

She turned him around quickly and he started to say something, but she kissed him. She took him by his erection and led him away, his mind foggy as all the blood flow had gone to his prick.

Cathy exited the elevator in the lobby and looked around. There were four ladies sitting in the lobby having tea. A blonde, a brunette, two brown haired. They saw her and waved her over. She wandered over to the women and smiled, taking a seat next the blonde on the settee. They introduced themselves, but Cathy felt their names were not important. Over the thirty minutes they all chatted and Cathy would be hard pressed to remember what they talked about.

She was soon following the ladies to a small theatre area that had a raised stage at one end. There was a podium and a huge curtain. Other women were seated already. Cathy was handed a small fan-like item that had the number 13 on it. The four women led her to a seat in the front row.

Trevor became aware of his surroundings and could not remember how he had arrived there. He looked around and saw 12 other young men lined up with him. Varying heights, skin tones and yes, even cock sizes. Each young man had a young woman holding a leash attached to a collar around the man's neck. They were also stroking the men, keeping them erect. Everyone was wearing a hood with eye holes and what looked like a dildo strapped to their face.

Trevor realized that he also had a hood, though it felt like there was something in his mouth attached to the dildo extending from his face. He thought he could hear the soft sounds of conversation from nearby. Then one of the young women started organizing the men by of all thing's, penis size. Trevor being the largest was at the end of the line.

Each of the woman knelt before them and started sucking on them, bringing them to even greater erection. Trevor had never been this hard, of course this was the first time someone other than himself, had handled his junk, never mind actually having lips wrapped around it. He could hear a female voice saying something, but for some reason he could not make out what. Then the curtain in front of him opened slowly and the light from the other side temporarily blinded him.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the Stuart's hotel room, Tracy had the sudden urge to go exploring and she wanted to bring her Daddy with her. She wondered at that, Daddy, she had never called him Daddy before. Now though, it seemed right. She walked past Jessica's room and was about to knock on her door to invite her, when she just went to her parent's room.

She didn't bother knocking, which was not something she would ever do. Looking at her dad laying on the bed, admiring how handsome he looked. She felt herself getting a little wet, a part of her knowing that was wrong, but another part of her, squashing that down until she no longer acknowledged it. Walking up to her father, she lay her hand on his chest and gently shook him. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at his baby girl. He had just been having a dream about her.

Grabbing his hand, she tugged on him to get him out of bed. He didn't resist and soon they were out of the room and on the elevator. Tracy did not know how she knew about it, but there was a panel and behind it was a floor button labeled 13. She pressed it and the elevator started rising, Her Daddy pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. His arms crossed over her breasts and the pressure felt good against her nipples. She ended up getting a little wetter between her legs. She was so lost in the feel of her Daddy that she thought she saw other men staring at them but when she looked there was no one there. The elevator opened on the 13th floor and they walked out into what looked like a vast garden.

As they followed the path before them, they came upon a large clearing. There were men seated on chairs facing a large flat stone that resembled a stage. A young woman they had not seen, stepped forward and smiled at them. Then she took Tracy's hand and led her away. Neither Tracy nor her Daddy raised a complaint. Another young woman took Daddy by the hand and led him to a free chair in the front row.

Finally, the last family member, Jessica, stirred from her slumber. The room was dark, but she sensed that there were people in her room. Fear permeated her young body, she wanted to speak, to question but nothing came out. Now she wanted to scream and still nothing came out. A soft red glow, suffused the room, bringing into focus the men and women surrounding her. They all wore masks, just masks. The men were fat and hairy, with huge erections that were leaking something. The women had huge fake cocks strapped to their bodies

Her parents did not know, but she had been with three boys, though technically she was still a virgin, she had only performed oral sex and had anal intercourse. She was saving her cherry for marriage. The boys she had been with were nothing like the men before her. The boys had thin and short erections. Even the smallest dildo worn by one of the women was twice the size of any of the boys. The 7 men moved forward and surrounded the bed, the 5 women stood behind them, waiting their turn. 2 men moved forward and each took an arm and stretched them out. 2 more men grabbed a lag each and pulled her wide and lifted them up. 1 of the women slipped into the bed on her back and slipped sideways under Jessica, keeping her hips and ass elevated. Jessica tried to struggle but she was held firmly. The 3 men left were all of a size. Their members were as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist.