Angel Investor

Vasili Romanov alighted the Uber and helped the middle-aged woman driver haul his bags out of the trunk. He thanked her and entered the little family boutique hotel. Her driving had been fine but he was not pleased that the car rental group at the regional airport had muffed his reservation. His mood had been annoyed to say the least and still was.

It didn't help his attitude for the impending task of expediting loan collections from this hotel's overdue payments. His Angel Investor patrons had dispatched his ample-sized in-person attendance to sternly remind the loan's recipient of his obligations to the Russian syndicate that had financed the hotel refurbishment costs. Vasili would use his considerable persuasiveness to ensure the loanee caught up sooner than later on his delinquent account.

He spied the receptionist seated at her post: a cute little buxom girl, olive-toned skin and long straight black hair. Her face was fresh with sultry makeup around blue eyes. The name tag on her budget-priced blue polyester jacket read 'Loki'. She was perusing the words and pictures from a book on human anatomy.

He banged the desktop silver bell to get her notice. She startled at the break in her concentration and paid him attention.

"Oh, sorry, sir. Can I help you?"

Vasili was curious about her immersion in the apparent textbook.

"What's the book for?"

She looked down and then back up at him.

"Oh, this? I'm studying online for a nursing degree. So, can I help you, sir?"

"I called ahead to reserve your best available room."

She stood to peck at the computer. He saw the hourglass shape of her body, clothed in the inexpensive standard hotel uniform. It gained his interest, giving him notions for his overnight stay.

"Yes, I see it here. Vasili Romanov. Our best room available would be the newly renovated Bridal Suite on the top floor. It's available for the next two days but unfortunately already booked for the weekend."

"It will do. I only need one night. Is the Manager available?"

"I'll see if he is."

She called a number on the desk phone.

"Daddy? There's a man here asking for you."

A smallish South Asian man came to the lobby. His face took on less of a host's smile when he saw who the guest was. The two men moved further into the lobby, a safe distance from the front desk for some privacy in conversation.

Loki saw the agitation of the new guest, his words low as he stood close, peering down at her father. The hotel owner had a frightful expression as he listened. Loki caught only snatches of the terse discussion.

"... late loan payments... bosses unhappy... review the books... tomorrow morning... entertainment tonight... she's only a 19-year-old student... anatomy book... practical study..."

The hotel manager made furtive looks towards his daughter as the conversation wound down and gave a nod of surrender. Vasili took his bags, entered the elevator, and ascended to his room.

Unpacked and lounging nude but for a towel waist wrap, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find the daughter standing there in her front desk uniform. She appeared to have freshened her makeup. Her eyes were deeply shadowed, her cheeks blushed and her lips had a bright red tone.

He grabbed her arm and, unspoken, hauled her into the room. The door closed as he pressed her back against the narrow entranceway wall. He held her there by the shoulders. She was shorter than him, even in her heels. She peered upwards at his glower with a look of concern for the rough physical act right off the bat. He was very direct in addressing her.

"What did your father tell you?"

Her voice was low and slow.

"That you would review the accounting books with him tomorrow morning and would be less critical if you were in a more mellow mood."

"That sounds about right."

Loki stood attentive; a bit cowed by the physical treatment from the near naked guest. Vasili saw the look of unease on her pretty face; it was a good sign for his ego and mood. He saw the jacket was one-buttoned close across her torso, the lapels wider and spread apart across her fulsome chest. He plucked the one jacket button and the unrestrained lapels popped further apart.

"Well, what do we have here?"

He reached in and squeezed her blouse-covered, bra-packing boobs. Even covered, they felt spongy and youthfully buoyant.

She stood stoic as he made his own study of human anatomy. He flipped back the coat and she leaned in just enough for it to slide down her arms. That fully revealed the white sleeveless blouse; her bra cup sides visible in the arm openings. The buttons were easy work for Vasili as he opened it down to her skirt waistband. He tugged the tails out and, with another slight stance movement, it too slipped down her arms.

She just stood, watching silently downward as he unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor.

Her straight black hair was hanging down her back. He pulled her closer by the shoulders, away from contact with the wall, her minimally clothed chest pressed lightly to his bare skin. His hands tunneled under the hair cascade to find the bra clasp. He fiddled with the hooks and the elastic bands sprung forward to her sides. He saw her breasts sag ever so slightly at the release of tension.

He drew the shoulder straps forward and down for his first look at her bare round mammary masses with their broad brown nipples. The nubs were erect, probably from her apprehension at the likelihood of his evolving intent on her body.

He repeated his earlier fluffing, but now on bare skin rather than a packed bra.

"Nice tits, girl."

He stood tall and pressed his hands to her soft mammary mounds, her nipples centered on his palms. He squeezed gently, judging the pliancy and fluidity of her chest meat. The cycles of squash and fondle continued as he peered at her blue eyes and queried her sexual status.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She shyly nodded to his staccato of questions.

"Have you sucked his cock? Yes? Has he fucked you? Yes? Good; it will make things go smoother."

He released his grip on her breasts and gripped one bicep instead. He marched her to mid-room and posed her facing him.

"Give me your panties."

She hesitated for a second and he slapped her fat bare breast. She quickly leaned forward, her suspended tits swaying as she skimmed her undies down her legs and over each foot in turn before righting herself and placing the silky piece in his outstretched hand. She saw the tinge of moisture stain in the crotch and felt demeaned by her body's aroused response to this forced scenario.

He also saw the blot and made a show of holding it to his nose, taking a deep breath.

"Ahh... I love the smell of fresh young pussy dew."

He looked behind and flipped the prize on the dresser top; the torso twisting move untucking his towel wrap which fell to the floor.

Her face was up but her eyes were lowered and she got her first look at his manhood. His ego twinged when he saw her eyes pop at the sight. He was proud of his large package.

He took her hand and backed himself to the upholstered room chair. He seated his ass on the edge, sitting upright as he drew her nearer. With him seated and her standing in her heels between his spread thighs, her tits were just below face-level to him. He leaned in and suckled one stiff nipple and then the other. He heard her try to stifle a whispered moan.

His hands swept her hips, cuddled her buff ass, and returned to finger her shaved pussy. He found the panty staining moisture and slicked one finger, and then two, shallowly in her wet aperture. He brought his fingers to his nose and took a deep breath, again smelling the genital feminine fragrance.

He saw her focused stare on the act. He placed his fingers at her mouth, swiping them along her red glossed lips. She grimaced at the touch; then he pressed his fingertips inward, forcing her to taste herself. She acceded to the intrusion, lessening her scow as it wasn't as bad as she expected: musky, salty, and somewhat sour.

He took her hands and placed them on his semi-erection. He was surprised that she started a slow gentle stroke, probably unconsciously, and naturally, performing the accustomed act that she had performed many times on her boyfriend. He leaned in for more boob smooching as she rubbed him to a stiffer erection.

It was time to end the foreplay and get on with the real play. He leaned back a bit as he pushed her back to close his knees and then drew her forward again to straddle his hairy legs. Her ass rested on his upper thighs, her plump cunt touching his upright shaft. His hands lifted her ass higher, pulling her forward above his elevated knob. The tip poked between her labia lips. She jiggled a bit, a natural unconscious act to help find the right spot.

He waddled his ass and swayed hers to perfect the alignment. She braced with arms around his neck and shoulders. He felt her moisture slick his knob tip and decided not to dawdle. He pulled her down as he pushed up; his long cock made the long slow plunge in one thrust. They each heard the other's guttural moans as the sexual juncture was executed.

Fully in at the base, she leaned her forehead against his as she rested there. But the pause did not last; he was not a patient man. His tone was stern and commanding.

"Fuck me, Loki."

She took a deep breath for energy and used her strong thighs to lift her ass, her heels braced on the carpet. It was the start of a slow steady series of thrusts up and down. Each sex-mate felt the dew-moistened skin-on-skin stimulations, the conjunction of manly muscled shaft and tender womanly channel.

Vasili's visage may have appeared selfish but he was a genuine gentleman that wanted his paramour to experience the sexual pleasure, too. His hands slid frontward across her belly, holding on loosely to her hips. His thumbs moved to her groin and smoothed firm massages on her clitoris. Her whimpers of excitement echoed in his ears.

She redoubled her efforts to stroke his cock. He continued to rub her carnal button. Suddenly, she bent her neck back, gasping a vocal exhale as her spine arched and stiffened. She might have fallen backward if not for his hold on her waist and her arms folded around his neck. He waited out her vociferous orgasm, his buried cock inside her palpitating core.

She wound down from her rapture and leaned again into his body, her stiff nipples pressed to his upper chest, her forehead resting against his. When her mind returned to the here and now, she sighed deeply and heard him give the echoed demand.

"Fuck me, Loki."

With a deep breath to recover her stamina, she began the up and down pumping motions. His thumbs returned to their clitoral duty and she moaned as her spirits rose again. He felt her increased concentration to his needs and let his control slip away. As he sensed her arousal climb once again toward the peak, he recognized the familiar pressure and rumble in his balls.

She topped out at the second apex of her sexual spree; he joined her as his cock shot its gooey spunk deep inside her warm, wet welcoming womb. He bellowed his ecstasy; it was in chorus with her second round of rapturous shrieks.

This time there was no loosening of the embrace. They clutched tightly to each other vibrating bodies, slippery with perspiration, warm skin slip-sliding in moist contact.

In the post-coital buzz, a semi-dream state, they untangled and staggered to the bed. In near comatose weariness, they formed a spooning cuddle, drawing the sheets over their cooling forms as sweet slumber enveloped them in a serene time out.

Something woke Vasili. His hard-nosed lifestyle was such that even in sleep, he would often sense changes in the immediate environs. He lay still, waiting for a danger to show itself, make a mistake, give him a crafty advantage. But all he perceived was his arm laying over Loki's naked body, her breathing slow and deep. Every other respiration made a near-silent snore as her body rejuvenated from the two stupendous orgasms. He relaxed when he reckoned those were the sounds that awoke him.

But now he was awake. His soft cock was nestled in her ass crack; his draping hand full of soft tit. He eased away, using the tit grasp to roll her gently toward him into a prone pose. He was ready for more fucking. Her legs lolled apart; even in slumber she innately gave a fertile female's summons for the man to mount up. He accepted her innocuous invitation and braced on hands and knees above her dozing form. His cock dangled near her pussy. A small move ahead for contact and his knob tip was poised for entry.

Loki's eyes popped open at the touch and showed shock when he plowed into her juicy cunt. Her hands darted up in defense, pushing against his chest but it was too late. She was pegged on his stiff rod and he was stroking himself steadily inside her. Fear fluttered her tummy and, amazingly, she felt a sudden rise in genital elation. She careened off in an uncontrolled flight of nervy jolts that flitted up and down her spine.

Vasili felt her bodily shudders and smiled at the occurrence. It had happened before with several previous sex partners and the ego rush to his brain never got old. It fueled his verve and he drew near to his own culmination. He hugged her tighter, her big boobs and stiff nipples crushed against his chest. He pounded away, seeking his own finale by shooting another load of ball sap into this sexy young lady that he had picked out only a few hours earlier.

Calm returned and, separated again, he fell asleep to the sound of her faint cries of anxiety at the mixed feelings of joy and trepidation rambling around in her head.

Dawn broke and they awoke, dragging themselves to the shower, dowsing away the accumulated sweat and spunk residues. As she washed, he watched her soapy body reflected in the bathroom mirrors. Vasili placed her hands on his cock and she stroked him with a slippery handjob to a final ejaculation as he finger-fucked her to a last bit of rapture.

He reposed naked in bed after he excused her from her intimate guest service obligations. Loki gathered her loose pile of clothes to her chest and walked towards the door. She stopped and impulsively turned back, leaning in to kiss a thankyou farewell on his lolling cock. With a giggle at her boldness, she skipped away to the exit, scurrying to her own quarters for preening and prep before re-assuming her daytime front desk duties.

Her efforts had been effective and Vasili he was in a better mood for his sit-down with her Daddy. Vasili allowed that he would tell the Angel Investor bosses to be patient for two more months but profits, and on-time full loan payments, must improve. If not, there were other ways to recompense the loan givers. Vasili had several colleagues who would pay for the kind of staff afforded personal full services that he had just enjoyed. Maybe prepaid weekly visits by men such as him would help with the cash flow. The implications were stated thus.

"Do you have other daughters that could be available? Or maybe your wife?"

The owner blanched at the unappealing suggestion and lilted a gripe in his South Asian accent.

"Look, sir, I'm trying. But a new modern hotel has been built at the edge of town. They are drawing away my usual customers and my occupancy has dwindled to less than half of its former volume. Money is tight and I don't know what more I can do to get more."

Vasili cocked his head in thought, stood, and said he would look into it. He passed through the lobby to meet his Uber ride for his airport departure. Loki watched him pass, a Mona Lisa smile of contentment on her pretty face. He tossed her the room keycard.

"I'll be back in two months. Save me the same room with the same full-service arrangements."

Loki smiled and winked.

"Yes, sir. It will be my pleasure to give you the hotel's special full service whenever you return."

On the way to the airport, Vasili called one of his business associates. He requested his collaboration in a loan expediting arrangement. But it wasn't the idea of multiple and recurrent visitors that he had conveyed to the South Asian man. He was loathe to share his newfound, overnight, titillating treasure.

The following week, the local newspapers were filled with astonishing stories of the mysterious fire that completely destroyed the brand-new hotel. Fortunately, no one was injured. The manager recalled an unscheduled inspection by the gas boiler vendor's technician, one different from his usual serviceman. When queried by the police, the vendor honestly had no knowledge of dispatching any employee to the facility. The Fire Marshall declared arson and, without an insurance payout, the hotel would not be able to rebuild.

Vasili read about it from another town far away. He placed another call and authorized a hefty payment for a successful job by his nefarious colleague.

Loki and her Daddy found their hotel's occupancy rate climbing quickly back up to the better volumes it had previously enjoyed and sorely needed. He thanked his guardian angels for the serendipitous miracle. She suspected it was more likely due to the involvement of a sexy Angel Investor loan collection agent. And looked forward to his return for her chance at a lively personal show of gratitude.