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 1 - DAY ONE: INTRODUCTIONS
The Hotel...
Loncraine Broxton had bought the hotel three years ago, soon after his wife had passed away. After considerable thought he had renamed it, rather creatively he thought, 'The Hotel'.
It had provided a great escape from the pain and hurt that he and his two daughters were leaving behind and had allowed each of them to focus their attentions on a completely different lifestyle. Selling their large house had been a wrench, but a necessary one if they were going to move forward as a family and it was a decision that all three of them took together.
Venus had been eighteen at the time and Veronica only fifteen, but in the three years that had passed since they had commenced their exciting new adventure, both girls had matured considerably. They had blossomed into astonishingly attractive young women with bodies to match their beauty. Despite their tender years they had, like Loncraine, developed voracious sexual appetites. And as with their father, those cravings needed to be filled.
Their first year in the hotel business had involved hard work and very little else. But after eventually learning the ropes and then employing the right people, they found they could organise themselves so as to fully enjoy each summer season. And not only that, they also realised that The Hotel provided the perfect outlet for them to quench their sexual desires.
After all, for six months of the year they had a hotel full of guests. And whilst a small number may have been of advancing years, the majority were both youthful and attractive. And some, it had to be said, were quite exceptional. The only downside was that naturally enough, ninety-nine percent of their guests were couples.
And whilst that did originally cause a headache the Broxton family came to realise that some of those couples were quite willing to look for the opportunity of extra marital sex, whilst others required a little more... encouragement.
As for the delightful Shelley, the young wife had so easily made herself available to Loncraine and allowed herself to be seduced with almost embarrassing ease. But what a wild, uninhibited fuck she had turned out to be...
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Shelley and Loncraine...
Shelley had enjoyed the time of her life during her week at The Hotel and was unable to believe how quickly the holiday had passed. This was the second successive year she had visited with Stuart, her husband, and the sole reason she had insisted on their return was to carry on the torrid fling she had begun with the owner during their visit last year.
Loncraine had seduced her, although in truth she had not needed much seducing. Stu had sprained his ankle and the rugged, handsome owner had suggested she take advantage of one of The Hotel's massages to pass the time and pamper herself. She had not initially realised that it would be Loncraine himself who was intending to administer the massage, and on the bed in the room adjoining his office, at that.
She had given herself willingly on that bed and had freely returned on each of the remaining two nights of their holiday. Her only regret was that Stu had not strained his ankle at the beginning of their holiday rather than towards the end.
And she found that, one year later, Loncraine was equally as accommodating of her needs this time round. Seven days on, she was leaving the hotel with a combination of satisfaction at their daily fucking and disappointment that she would have yet another year to wait before she saw him again.
As Stu waited in reception for their taxi to the airport, she had ignored the danger of her actions and slipped into Loncraine's office for one last goodbye. Immediately she had enveloped him in one last embrace, rubbing her pointed breasts into his black chest.
"I'm going to miss you, Loncraine," she whimpered.
He smiled, stroking her short, dyed blonde hair.
"And what exactly are you going to miss?" he teased.
She undulated her hips against him and could feel his penis immediately begin to lengthen as a result of her gyrations. That only encouraged her further and she began to softly moan as she ground her body into him.
"I'll miss fucking you," she gasped. "God, I'm so close from just rubbing against you."
He pulled away, holding her shoulders with both his arms.
"That's okay, Shelley," his deep voice whispered. "We can soon fix that."
He turned her around so that she was facing the office door, his lips running along her neck below her short blonde hair. As she moaned at the touch of his lips, he slipped his left hand onto her dark blue blouse to caress her breast through the thin material. She moaned again as he kneaded her firm globe and pushed her bottom back into him. He smiled to himself at her unbridled sexuality and ran his long tongue around to her ear whilst his right hand dropped to her linen trousers, deftly unfastening the top button.
He eased his fingers down inside her trousers and under her panties. Her breathing was coming in short, sharp bursts and she moaned allowed as his fingers homed in on her hard little nubbin. He took the the slippery bud between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on it whilst his tongue continued to lick around her wet ear.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, jerking her buttocks back even harder into his groin.
His hand continued to caress her left breast through the material of her blouse, pinching the hard elongated nipple as he manipulated her firm flesh. And whilst his left hand caressed her jutting globe, the fingers of his right hand continued to tease her slippery clitoris, bringing further moans from the aroused woman.
She slipped her hand behind her, grasping hold of his impressive length over his shorts, urgently working his zipper down in the certain knowledge that she was on the verge of exploding and in the forlorn hope of taking him with her.
But before she could grasp hold of his rigid weapon, the combination of his hand caressing her breast, his stroking movements on her clitoris and the feeling of his wet tongue sliding inside her earlobe took her over the edge. Her body shuddering violently as her orgasm overtook her, seconds before they heard a knock on the door.
"Taxi's here," her husband shouted.
