The Hotel Ch. 10

"Oh fuck," he gasped as she gently moved her head to allow her to suck up and down the top half of his shaft, running her moist pink tongue around his bulbous head.

"Toni..." he whispered.

It was then they heard the noise outside of the room and the sound of Tommy's voice. Daniel leapt off the bed, closely followed by Gina, who had the presence of mind to collect her discarded bikini before racing into her own room. Daniel, meanwhile, hid the sketchpad back in the chest of drawers and just made it to the bathroom as he heard the key in the bedroom door.

*

Lisa and Loncraine...

It was five minutes to two o'clock and Lisa was preparing to leave her room. Although she had promised herself not to, she had dressed in her sexiest lingerie, covered by a short red sun dress that buttoned up the front. As was her way with that dress, she left the two bottom and two top buttons undone. She looked in the long mirror and seeing the sexy effect, she quickly buttoned the two buttons at the top.

She had not slept much the previous night. Nor had she allowed Leo to touch her. She could not bring herself to confront him, partly because of the anger and sorrow she felt inside, but also as she knew that to do so would see Loncraine involve the local authorities. And whatever else, she must not allow that to happen.

But as she had lain awake for hour after hour during the night, she had also realised that her act of mutual masturbation with Loncraine, as unthinkable as it seemed, had been an unbelievable turn-on for her. How she had changed! Just the thought of such a thing the night before would have sickened her. She would have sworn that it would have been impossible for her to partake in such a situation.

But now she realised that not only had she involved herself, she had watched Loncraine orgasm. And not only had she made herself cum in front of him, she had subsequently made herself climax again in her room, on two occasions yesterday and again this morning. Each time, her mind was imagining that she and the attractive black owner were doing unspeakable things to one another.

Her mind was a blur. She was so tired that she had stayed in bed all morning, and she was as aroused now thinking about it as she had been since she had committed the indecent act. She told herself that she would do anything to save Leo other than allowing Loncraine to make love to her, and yet the thought of the owner fucking her was such an inconceivable turn-on for her. As the images came into her mind, she undid the two top buttons again.

Before they had parted yesterday, Loncraine had asked her to visit his office at two o'clock today to let him know whether she would do as he asked, or if she was happy to allow him to bring in the authorities and allow them to decide the next steps. Her mind screamed at Leo for being so stupid, for his reckless act of unfaithfulness. And now, as she left her room and walked to Loncraine's office, it was she who was paying the penalty.

The owner bent to kiss her cheek as she entered, but she hurried past him into the room. She had no intention of any pleasantries. She wanted and needed to find a way out of this and leave his office as quickly as he could. Yet at the same time, she felt the moistness between her legs at just being here in the scene of her previous embarrassment. She needed to be strong.

The one difference between yesterday and today was that Loncraine had the doors to his private balcony wide open. The sun streamed into the room and she could hear the loud noises of chatting and laughter that were drifting up from the pool area. Knowing she was likely to resist, the wily owner had arranged for Veronica to sit beside Leo at two o'clock, and to flirt with him as only she was capable. He would ensure that Lisa observed the scene.

"Loncraine," she began, but his hand stopped her.

He walked out onto the balcony and she followed him, eager to reach some sort of compromise. He handed her the drugged drink as clinked his glass with hers.

"To working out a way forward," his deep voice suggested.

"Loncraine," she repeated. "No matter what, I won't sleep with you."

"Yet your husband slept with my daughter," he calmly stated. "My under-age daughter."

"Loncraine, I've been thinking about that video," she said.

He looked down onto the pool side and saw Veronica sit beside Leo. He looked around, as if searching for his wife, and when he saw that she was not in the vicinity, he began to chat to the ebony beauty.

"And what have you been thinking," he quietly asked.

"I'd like to see it again!"

His eyes widened slightly. "You would like to see it again?"

She took a long drink from her glass. "Not the sex bit, that was despicable. But the build up. I'm certain that Leo was led on."

"Ah," he snorted. "Led on.... led on to fuck my under-age daughter."

"It was not his fault," her voice almost pleaded. "He's... he is not like that."

He watched Veronica running her hand along Leo's leg below them, and then brush her breasts against his arm. He seemed to be responding, but then, who would be able to resist his daughter's charms?

"Let me ask you two things," Loncraine said. "And if you can honestly answer 'no' to either, I'll forget everything."

Her eyes widened at the lifeline. "Anything."

"First," he deep voice asked, "Even if he was led on, do you believe that would excuse him from under age sex?"

Her face whitened a little.

"Perhaps not entirely, but...."

"And second," he said, cutting off her answer. "Does that man down at the pool with my daughter look disinterested?"

Lisa followed his eyes and saw her husband with Veronica. As she looked, he had his arm around the young girl and glanced around before kissing her on the cheek.

"Well?" the deep voice asked.

Lisa burst into tears.

"Now, now," the owner said, gently helping the angry woman down onto the sun bed. "I am not saying that my daughter is an angel, Lisa. And it may be true that she led your husband on. But that does not excuse his actions."

He paced up and down the small balcony area until she composed herself. It did not take long.

"The bastard," she said. Her voice was angry and she spat out the words. Throwing her head back, she drained her glass.

Loncraine took it from her and set it down on the small table, next to his. He knew that within a short time the spectacular young woman would begin to grow lax and suggestible, just as she had yesterday. He eased himself down onto the sun bed next to her.

"Lisa, you know it is important that I protect my daughter. Just as I know you must protect your husband. We both know that."

He slid closer to her on the sun bed, allowing his hand to rest on the arm behind her, his fingers softly trailing along her long, blonde pony tail. His voice was soft and he spoke very calmly, unnervingly so.

"Lisa, I have to tell you that you are the most attractive woman I have ever had visit my hotel. You did not deserve this and nor did I. We have both been placed in a difficult position, have we not?"

His large hands had moved from the pony tail and his deft fingers were now stroking along the base of her soft neck, beneath the golden fall of her pony tail. Looking down, he could see that her nipples were like two bullets pushing against the fabric of her sun dress.

"We are both victims, are we not?" he continued, his calm voice imparting the suggestions into her tranquillised mind.

She imperceptibly nodded her head, soothed by the fingers on her neck in addition to his soft words. Her light brown eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of contentment and her pupils were slightly defocused as the aphrodisiac he had fed her began to slacken her mind and feed through her body.

"What do you want from me Loncraine?" she asked, her shoulders sagging in a resigned gesture.

"You know the answer to that, my beautiful young woman," his calming voice soothed. "I need to right the wrong."

She hesitated, the touch of his fingers felt so good and the earlier images of the owner fucking her returned to her mind. Something inside of her was telling her to let go, but at the back of her confused mind she knew she had to hold on.

"Loncraine..." she began.

His lips touched her neck, his outstretched tongue sweeping along her soft skin to the top of her shoulder and then returning.

"Tell me Lisa," he said softly. "Wouldn't you like me to pleasure you?"

Her dilated eyes hooded at the sensations created by the very tip of his tongue on her bare skin.

"Loncraine..." she began again, on the brink of giving in. "Loncraine, I cannot make love to you...."

"And I know that, my beautiful, young woman. At least not yet. But there are other ways of giving you pleasure," he murmured.

His lips and tongue were teasing the soft skin around her neck, drawing exquisite patterns that created a direct link between her brain and her needy sex. His tongue flicked to her ear, licking and sucking the lobe, hearing her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as her drugged mind imagined what was in store.

His left hand tenderly turned her mouth to his, and his soft lips touched hers, sensually kissing and licking around her soft, pink lips, his tongue parting them before easing inside her unresisting mouth. She surprised both of them by returning the kiss, her long tongue lazily interacting with his, unwilling to be the aggressor but a willing participant nonetheless.

As he continued the kissing, he trailed his deft hands down and ran them over the top of her sun dress and onto her upthrusting young breasts, delighted that she made no move to prevent him. Instead, her soft mouth moaned into his as he caressed the wonderful orbs, feeling her diamond hard nipples pressing back against his palms.

He was well aware of the state of her tranquilised mind, but also of the conflicting sensations that would still be working their way around her thoughts. Slowly does it, he thought, realising that whilst there was no way she would help him undress her, she would not prevent him either unless he made too bold a move.

His tongue was still softly interplaying with hers, maintain her soft arousal without attempting to increase the pace. This was a time for gentle seduction, he knew. His hands left her breasts and flicked open the first of the five unfastened buttons on her sundress. He heard her give a soft gasp and he ran his other hand under her chin, gently stroking the soft flesh. Only when he heard her comforting moan into his mouth did he move onto the second button, flicking it open between thumb and forefinger.

"Loncraine..." he heard her say, easing her mouth an inch or two away from his.

"I know, my beautiful young woman," he interrupted.

He was determined not to break the spell and fed his lips and tongue along her throat, being rewarded by a soft moan as she lifted her head up, baring her skin for more.

"I know," he continued, between soft licks and kisses. "You need pleasuring, Lisa. You need to feel pleasure."

"We can't make love," she whispered.

He gave a soft sigh of annoyance but quickly recovered. There was always tomorrow.

"I know that, my beautiful Lisa," he comforted. "Have no fear of that and let Loncraine ease the ache you have inside."

The soft feminine hands that pulled his lips back to hers gave him the confirmation he was looking for and within seconds all five buttons were undone and he was gently pulling the dress from her wonderfully freckled shoulders. She was wearing dark blue lace, see-through panties with a French bra that had her amazing breasts spilling over the top. He swept his mouth along the top of her cleavage, lovingly licking every inch of the soft skin.

"Lift up," he whispered, allowing her to feel his attempt to tug the sun dress away.

Her eyes opened, they were wide with alarm.

"Loncraine..." she gasped.

For a moment he thought that she was going to stop him there and then and his mind raced in an attempt to find the best way to re-assure her.

"Everything is fine, Lisa. Everything is fine," he purred. "We are not going to make love, I am just going to make you feel a little better."

She paused, her dilated eyes softening as she listened to his soothing words.

"I know you need to feel better, my beautiful, Lisa. You know that too, don't you?"

Her eyes stared at him and she gave a soft nod of her head. Her bottom eased up slightly as he again tugged at the sun dress, this time pulling it away.

"Good girl," his soothing voice continued. "I can help you, Lisa. You will let me help you, won't you?"

She nodded again, her eyes beginning to hood again. His hands slipped around her back, deftly unhooking her brassiere and pulling it from her body. Her golden breasts bounced free, defying gravity as they jutted out from her body. His eyes took in every counter of their shape and roundness before being drawn the beautifully erect coral nipples.

Returning his eyes to hers, he saw that they had widened again, the same look of concern returning to her face.

"Lisa," he gasped. "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my lifetime."

He saw her eyes soften a little at his admiring words and he softened his voice into a soothing tone.

"You are truly magnificent, my beautiful woman. A goddess amongst mortals."

He gently ran his fingertips along her long legs as he spoke, wanting to take each of her luscious orbs in his mouth but equally aware of the need to pace his attack. Her eyes began to narrow with the sensations created by the sweeping motions of his fingers, now caressing her thighs. He momentarily wondered if she would allow him to remove her panties but decided to draw her further into his spell before he did.

She emitted a soft moan as he used his fingernails to run up her inner thighs and she eased back on the sun bed, her head resting on the upraised back. He smiled at her acquiescence and used his fingers to gently guide her legs apart without her fully appreciating what he was doing. Then his mouth had replaced his fingers and he swept his tongue along her thighs, licking and kissing his way closer to her prize.

She gave a louder groan and he knew the time was right. He watched her face closely and before she could object he pushed her legs apart with slightly more force. As he saw her eyes spring open with realisation, he dropped his mouth to her silk covered pubis and pulled her hips down and against his waiting tongue.

He waited for the objection, but none came. Instead, he heard her moan aloud and felt her hand grasp his hair, tugging his face into her rather than away. Taking advantage, his hands slid to the edge of her panties, digging his fingers into the sides and roughly tugging them down her legs and away from her exposed body.

"Loncraine..." she gasped.

Whatever she was going to say was caught in her mouth as the tip of his tongue returned to her sex, lightly flicking its way along the full length of her shining clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, and her hand went back to his head again, gripping his hair tightly as she raised her hips into his face. He was now firmly in control of this delicious creature and he intended to slake his thirst and tease her back tomorrow before she left the resort.

He closed his lips over her and began to suck at her engorged clitoris, his tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side as his hands gently lifted each of her legs across his broad shoulders. He snaked his hands up to her breasts, kneading each in his palms before taking her coral tips between his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them into an even harder state than they already were.

For a second, he pulled his face away, hearing her immediate gasp of disappointment.

"Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa," his crafty deep voice told her. "Today, my tongue will fuck you...."

She gasped again at his words, not answering other than attempting to force her hips against his mouth.

He leant back, their lust filled eyes on each other and he flicked his tongue along her heated furrow, causing her body to jerk in delight and another moan to escape her soft, pink lips.

"Yes?" he asked, easing his tongue away again. "Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa...."

He ran his tongue along her length again, flicking her little nubbin along the way.

She nodded, her face contorted in arousal.

"You want my tongue to fuck you now?"

She groaned, her hands reaching for his head.

"Say it...." he insisted, holding his head inches away despite the pressure exerted by her pulling hands.

"Yes," she conceded. "Please Loncraine, make me cum...."

He smiled into her eyes and allowed her hands to pull his face into her urgently grinding hips. Although he sank his tongue into her hot core and attempted to alternate his tongue fucking with sucking on her aroused little nubbin, she was past any sort of sensual pleasuring. Both of her hands gripped his hair as the grinding of her hips became more urgent in her immediate search for release.

She pulled both legs up, resting her feet on his shoulders in an attempt to create yet more friction, using his face to take her to her urgently needed climax. All the while Loncraine sucked, licked and fucked with his hard tongue, his upraised fingers tugging on her coral nipples, until a sudden jerk of her hips told him that the moment had arrived.

After a final, almost violent, thrust against his face, the tremors shook her whole body. She used both hands to frantically keep him in place as she rode it out, until with one last gasp her hands fell away and she collapsed down onto the sun bed.

*

Peggy and Venus...

Venus strode across to the pool where Charles, Peggy and Danny were sitting. Charles was the first to see her, his mouth dropping as he took in her gold bikini, the brief top barely encasing her voluptuous cleavage. The diamond stud adorning her belly button stood proud above the tiny bikini briefs, the top of which gave a subtle hint of the thick, black, pubic hair underneath.

"Hi Danny," she softly breathed. "Veronica and Helena have been telling me all about your lessons. They sounded very impressed."

His parents looked at him as the surge of red engulfed his whole body, but before they could ask, Venus turned her attention to Charles.

"And you look good in those shorts, Charles. You have a sexy husband, Peggy. Can I borrow him for a game of tennis later?"

Peggy took a moment to realise that Venus had addressed the remark to her. Her eyes were focused on Venus's body, recalling what she looked like naked.

"Well?" Charles eagerly asked.

"Well, what?" she replied, still distracted by Venus's body. The young woman looked sensational in that bikini.

"You can find something to do if Venus and I play tennis later?" his impatient voice demanded.

She smiled, nodding her pretty head. "Be my guest. Danny and I can always go for a stroll, can't we Dan?"

Her son violently shook his head. "Er... I said I'd meet Veronica later," he stuttered.

"And Helena," Venus giggled. "Being the last night, I think the two of them have a special going away surprise for you."

She laughed as the boy blushed again, and turned back to Charles.

"But fair is fair," she purred. "Peggy and I enjoyed our time in the gym together yesterday, didn't we honey?"

Peggy nodded, her eyes gleaming as her hard pink tongue flicked across her ruby lips.

"I'm just about to go for another session," she softly purred.

As she stared into Peggy's soulful, black eyes, her lightly painted eyelids began to hood as she moistened her pouty lips with her narrow, long tongue.

"I thought you might like to cum again?"

Peggy gasped slightly at the double entendre, feeling her already moistening sex react further. She glanced at Charles to see if he had taken anything from Venus's words but his dreamy eyes seemed to be glued to the black girls' fabulous body. She immediately jumped to her feet.