The Hotel

This story was inspired by a bulletin board post on Literotica. This story is a complete fabrication and persons named herein bare no resemblance to any persons dead or living.

* * * * *

The Hotel is a modest affair compared to some of the big ones that populate the Mexican Riviera! We're not state of the art, but we offer good clean accommodations for a modest price and good service. The Hotel has access to the white sandy beaches and all the activities one would expect in an area such as this.

During the summer months it is much too hot to get many visitors other than the die hard fishermen who come here for the big sailfish that cruise the coastline. We manage to eke out an existence during those times. Our real season does not start until around mid-October and runs through early April when the weather begins to warm up North of the border. We get the occasional Honeymoon couple in the off season but mostly it's pretty dull.

However at our peak season we are busy and our guests come and go by the hundreds. Some stay as few as a single weekend, other's a week and then there are those who may stay with us for a month or more. There are those who come season after season and we look forward to seeing them every year.

My name is Philipe. I am the senior desk clerk here at the hotel. I have been here for ten years and will probably be here for another ten. The Hotel is a family owned operation and two brothers operate the hotel that has been in the family for three generations. Since I am not family, I will never rise above Senior Desk Clerk. I do not mind! The pay is good and there are benefits that make up for the lack of opportunity.

As the senior desk clerk I have a small suite here at the hotel where I live. I have access to all the hotel facilities for no cost and I get a decent salary. I suppose I could go to one of the bigger hotels that line the beach and make more money and have greater opportunity for advancement, but this small hotel suits me just fine and I am appreciated here.

I mentioned that my job includes benefits. There are quite a few female employee's working here at the hotel as chambermaids, desk clerks, in the kitchen, as server's in the restaurant or in the gift shops. I can have these women whenever I want as I control their jobs and they know this. Do I feel badly that they must submit to me? No! No! Not at all! This is as things are and should be in this business.

My favorite at the moment is Lupe. Lupe is a chambermaid and a very good-looking woman. She is married and has a couple of small children. At first Lupe was reluctant to submit to me and my needs. She had threatened to report me to the owners and I told her to go right ahead and do so if she felt she must.

Lupe had gone to the oldest brother, Ernesto! Ernesto is like the senior partner in a firm and makes most of the business decisions. He also has the most authority and most are fearful of him. Lupe had explained to Ernesto that I was trying to extort sexual favors from her via threats to her job. Ernesto listened patiently and told her that he would have a talk with me, but that she should understand that this was the way things were in our little corner of the world. Lupe asked if this meant that she would have to submit to me if she wished to keep her job? Ernesto explained that it was sad, but true!

Lupe became angry that she would have to trade sex for job security and threatened to leave our employ and go to one of the other hotels in the area! Ernesto invited her to do so if she felt she must, but reminded her that those other hotels, though bigger than our operation required pretty much the same thing from their female employee's and they would check with us for a recommendation, and well? What could we tell them that would recommend her?

Lupe had cried and Ernesto had put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. As she cried against his chest, Ernesto had begun to fondle her breasts. Lupe had wailed when she realized that what she had tried to avoid with me was about to happen to her at the hands of Ernesto!

Lupe had approached the desk in the main lobby some hours later. Her eyes were red from crying and her make-up was smudged. She stood quietly as I finished with a guest waiting for a chance to speak with me. As I finished with the guest I turned to her smiling and asked what I could do for her? She had looked at me with hatred in her eyes and told me that all men were pigs! I had to agree with her! We, men, seem to be driven by our baser desires!

To make her feel better, I gave her the rest of the day off to regain her composure and told her to report to work the next day at four in the afternoon, that was the end of my shift. I knew that Ernesto had used her and used her badly, but this again was the way of the world. She was lucky that it had not been Hector she had gone to see! She would still have been attending to his needs well into the night.

I told her that I would get one of the hotel's drivers to take her home, that way she would not have to ride that hot stuffy bus. She had dropped her eyes and nodded her head in acceptance of both the ride and her lot in life. As she turned to leave I stopped her and asked if she had seen the hotel doctor, Old Doc Chavez? She shook her head in the negative. I recommended that she see him as soon as possible for a check up. It was a free benefit of the Hotel for our female employee's.

Lupe had nodded her agreement and turned toward the main entrance where she told me she would wait for the driver. I smiled and wished her a good day! It was important that she see Doc Chavez and he would put her on the pill so that she didn't become pregnant. I had no desire to sire a bunch of children with her or anyone else. I had called the driver and had admonished him not to touch this woman as he took her to her home, she was reserved for management and penalties could be severe if he indulged himself. Lupe didn't know it but she was being protected by her new status!

I was still feeling somewhat aroused and since Lupe had been occupied by Ernesto for so long and I had sent her home, I needed to do something! Then the blonde Gringa I had checked in less than an hour ago came to mind. She had been very forward in making eye contact with me as she had gone through the check-in procedure. She had deliberately touched my hand several times, but I had pretended not to notice. She was checking in, in advance of her husband who would arrive the next day. She had gone to her room, but had reappeared in the lobby 30 minutes later in a very brief swimsuit and had walked slowly past the desk on her way to the Beach Bar.

My shift ended and I turned over to the night clerk. I looked out in the direction of the Beach Bar and could see her sitting at a small table by herself. She was about forty and had a good body on her. She had obviously been trying to get my attention and would probably be easy. I removed my tie and opened my shirt at the collar and headed for the bar. I went directly to the bar and purposely did not look in her direction as I passed by. I greeted the bartender, a woman named Ester, with whom I had spent some time in day's past. I ordered a drink and stood at the bar looking out over the beach and slowly turned to study the bar and finally brought my gaze to the blonde. She was looking directly at me and when our eyes met she smiled and I smiled back.

I approached her table and pretended to search my memory for her name. Ah, Senora Vance, I see that you have found our little Beach Bar! I hope everything is to your satisfaction I asked? After ten years in this business I have mastered the art of being solicitous without sounding phony! She answered that yes all was well and would I care to sit and join her? Yes, she was easy, hell, she was eager! I had begun rubbing her bare thighs under the table as we talked and she was becoming visibly excited. I told her my room number and requested that she wait five minute before coming to my suite.

I left the bar and headed to my room where I waited for Senora Vance. She showed up right on time and she greeted me with a nervous little smile as I opened the door. My suite is in a wing of the hotel that does not get a lot of traffic. It is on the eighth floor and near the end of the wing over looking the beach and a garden. This wing is exclusively used for Suites for our high-class guests. I asked her to come in and she looked nervously up and down the hallway and hesitated. I stepped into the hallway and slipped an arm around her waist, drew her to me and kissed her. I told her to please come in and led her into the room closing the door behind us. Her name was Beth as I remembered from her check-in sheet.

I left her standing by the door and I crossed the room and sat on the loveseat near the French doors that opened onto the balcony that overlooked the garden eight stories below. I sat and looked at her for perhaps thirty seconds as she continued to stand where I had left her. She was about 5" 7" and weighed maybe 130. As I said she was blonde, but not a natural blonde. She was slender, her forty years had been kind to her. She filled out the brief swimsuit she wore quite nicely. All she had on was the swimsuit, sandals and a ridiculous hat that all these tourists like to wear.

I arched an eyebrow at her and told her to remove her clothing. She looked a little surprised and licked her lips nervously. I gazed into her eyes steadily and smiled at her. She smiled back and she looked around and found a place on a small table to deposit her purse. She turned to face me and her hands went to the tie for the top of her swimsuit at the back of her neck and she pulled the strings apart. The swimsuit was a one-piece affair with a tie behind the neck and two ties at the hips. Beth dropped her hand to her sides and slowly raised them one at a time to pull the ties at the hips apart.

As she did this she raised a hand to her chest and momentarily held the suit in place over her ample chest. She then slowly slid the clinging material down over her breasts exposing them to me. She had nice breasts for a woman in her forties. To be sure they were not the breasts of a teenaged girl, still they were nice and round and firm looking. Gravity had begun to pull them down a little but not as much as some I have seen. She continued to slide the suit down her body over her torso and belly at last exposing her pussy to me.

Beth's pussy was shaven smooth with the exception of a small clipped strip of hair lined up vertically with her slit. She kicked her sandals off as she pushed the suit over her thighs letting it drop to her feet. She kicked the suit aside and stood meekly while I inspected her body from where I sat. She had a good body and I thought that she must have had a great body twenty years ago.

I motioned for her to come closer to me and as she approached I sat forward and reached up with both hands to cup her breasts. She gave a little shiver of pleasure as I squeezed and kneaded them. I lowered my hands and sat back on the love seat. Now I thought to myself, lets just see if Senora Vance is as good as she looks!

I opened my legs and gave her a questioning look. She gazed at me steadily and she had understood! She sank to her knees between my legs and reached for the zipper to my trousers and pulled it down. She pushed her hand inside and grasped my cock and massaged it for several seconds before pulling it out of my pants. I was fully aroused and stood at attention and she slid her hand up and down the shaft of my penis. I closed my eyes as she lowered her face toward my very erect penis and her mouth engulfed the head of my cock.

I almost laughed! This was so easy! These American women came down here and had such strange ideas about Latino lovers. They would never put up with this behavior in their own country, but as soon as they crossed south of the border they became meek and mild and submitted easily to Latino men. I think they read too many romance novels!

I used Senora Vance all that evening and into the night to satisfy my needs. She never complained about anything I asked her to do or how often I demanded that she do it. She seemed grateful that I would even consider fucking her. Who am I to complain? I ushered her out of my suite at around eleven that night and sent her back to her own room. She had dreamy expression on her face and kissed me good night.

Thanks to Mrs. Vance I slept like a baby the rest of the night. The next morning I was refreshed and ready for the day!

After a shower and dressing I went to the restaurant for my breakfast. I sat there and ate my breakfast leisurely and without haste. I knew that the late night clerk on the desk wanted to be relieved, but she would not complain if I were late. She knew that should she complain, it would cost her and she did not want to give up one of her days off attending to my needs and desires.

As I sat finishing my coffee, Mrs. Vance entered the dining room with a tall good-looking man about the same age as she. They were about to walk past my table when I rose to my feet and said good morning to her. She looked surprised and nervous. I asked if she remembered me from the day before, I was the senior desk clerk? She said oh yes! She did! I invited them to join me at my table and her husband accepted just as Senora Vance was about to decline my offer.

I snapped my fingers and three wait people appeared as if by magic. I had them take the Vance's order for breakfast and scurry about attending to their needs as if they were royalty. Senora Vance kept looking at me nervously, but I made little eye contact with her as I directed most of my comments to her husband. When I was satisfied that the Vances were well taken care of I rose and announced that I had to get to work and that I hoped they would enjoy their breakfast compliments of the Hotel. I bowed and kissed Beth's hand and excused myself.

As I walked away I heard Beth's husband tell her that these people really knew how to treat a guest. Beth chuckled and agreed that they sure did! I smiled to myself as I walked away toward the lobby.

Crossing the lobby I went behind the long counter where the night Clerk waited for me. She looked cross, but said nothing to indicate her mood. I asked her how the night had gone and she indicated that there had been no problems other than one no show from the previous evening. She also reported that there had been no problems from the previous shift whom she had relieved on time. It was still obvious that she was displeased with my late arrival, so I decided that she needed to be punished for this lack of respect.

Her Name was Elena and I told her that I wanted a run down on the room usage chart. The chart showed all the occupied and unoccupied rooms and suites and what problems there were with each room if any. She had to explain what all the problems were and what was being done to remedy them. I forced her to stand in front of me at the counter and go through the chart room by room. I stood in back of her and looked over her shoulder as she did this. The other girl on reception duty looked at us nervously, as she knew what was happening. I glared at her and she snapped her head around and made herself extremely busy and never again looked in our direction.

Elena began to blush, as she knew what I was going to do to her. She did not make any protest as I moved up behind her and placed a hand on her hip and leaned forward to look over her shoulder at the chart before her. Elena knew better than to make a scene and draw attention to herself. She liked this job and needed to keep it. She couldn't afford to lose it.

I slid my hand down over her ass and cupped her ass cheeks, first one, then the other. I continued to massage her ass as she went through the chart for me. I pretended to drop something and stooped to pick it up. As I did I ran my hand down over her ass and down her legs. I then ran my hand up her legs under the skirt she wore as I stood up. I now had my hand on her panty-clad ass and I ran my fingers over her silky panties. Elena had turned a darker shade of red as I did this to her in the middle of a crowded lobby as guests came and went to and from the desk just feet away.

I worked my hand up her ass until I could feel the waistband of her panties. I hooked a finger into the waistband and pulled it down enough that I could work my hand into them and place my sweaty palm on the bare flesh of her ass. Elena tried to ignore what I was doing with my hand as I worked my fingers into the crack of her luscious ass. Soon I had my fingers jammed in-between the globes of her ass and rubbed a finger across the little pucker of her anus. Elena squirmed as I rubbed her anus with my finger. I worked my hand deeper into her panties forcing them down her ass. Soon my fingers found her pussy and I stroked her pussy lips lightly with my fingers. I forced my fingers between her thighs and she reluctantly opened her legs a little to admit my hand.

I leaned forward as if I had seen something that had caught my attention, the weight of my body forcing her to bend further forward as my questing fingers slipped farther between her thighs and I found her clitoris. I rubbed it lightly and slowly. She fidgeted and tried to straighten up but I kept my body positioned so that she could not do so. I increased the tempo of my fingers rubbing over her clitoris and her breathing became labored as she struggled to maintain a calm appearance.

I could feel Elena's thighs begin to tremble as I rubbed her little button. I smiled and slid my hand down her slit and with my fingers felt for and found her opening. She was wet and getting wetter by the second. I slipped first one finger, then two into her wet little hole. Soon I had worked three fingers into her and was working them in and out of her. Elena placed her hands on the counter top palms down to stabilize her self as her legs trembled considerably more with each passing second. She was so wet now that my fingers flew in and out of her and I could feel her juices begin to flow down her inner thighs.

Not even pretending to look at the chart any more, Elena bent her head down and opened her mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her color had risen in her face and neck and little droplets of sweat had broken out on her forehead. I watched as her orgasm wrenched through her body and her arms locked in an effort to keep her from sinking to the floor. I slid my fingers out of her vagina and up over her ass. I left her panties where they were and stood up a little and used the hem of her skirt to wipe her juices off my hand and sticky fingers.

I thanked her for her efforts on the chart and wished her a good day. I then turned and walked away leaving her bent over the counter and the chart. With in a moment or two she was recovered enough to push her self up, turn and walk away toward the ladies restroom. I told the assistant clerk that I would return in a moment. I needed to go to the restroom and wash my hands. She was a pretty little thing name Carmellita. She nodded vigorously, knowing why I needed to wash my hands.

I returned to the hotel desk after a brief visit to the Hombre's room. I checked to see that everything was going well and checked the status of arrivals. I saw that a group that was scheduled in that morning was late. The vans had been dispatched to the airport to collect our guests, but had yet to return. I looked and saw that this was a group from the United States, from Atlanta, Georgia to be exact. I read the reservation further and saw that this was a high school group on spring break. I groaned as I saw this. These groups were the worst! A bunch of kid's! No wonder they were late.

Just then I glanced at the TV monitors behind us at the counter and saw the first of the vans pull up to the portico in front of the hotel. The driver leapt from the van and ran around the side to open the sliding door and a group of teenagers spilled out of the van and began to mill about. The Bell Captain was there with his crew of Bell Boys and they collected the bags and hurried inside with them just as two more vans pulled up to the portico.