The Hotel Ch. 06

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 6 - DAY FOUR: DANNY, CHARLES AND PEGGY

Peggy, Charles and Danny

Danny was a little late joining his parents for breakfast.

"Where have you been?" Peggy asked.

"Just slept in late, that's all," he replied, giving her a puzzled look.

"It's half past nine," she reminded him.

"That's no problem," he responded. "We're on holiday."

She gave Charles an exasperated look, before turning back to her son.

"Well, just in case you've forgotten, you're meeting Veronica at ten."

His head jerked up. "What?"

"She stopped by our table not more than twenty minutes ago and said to remind you," his mother explained.

"Oh, okay."

Danny's mind did overtime. Even in his post orgasmic state, he would have remembered if they had agreed to meet this morning. He had no idea what it was she was up to but from his experiences so far, he knew it would be worthwhile.

"Where are you two going?" Peggy asked.

"Er.. not sure."

"Well," said his father. "It's a long time since you went cycling, so I hope you'll cope. Especially in this heat."

Cycling, he thought! "Em.. did she say where we were meeting?"

Peggy laughed. "Just like your father. Tell him something and he forgets half an hour later!"

"Very droll," Charles responded. "She said she would see you in reception."

*

Danny and Veronica

Veronica only kept him waiting for ten minutes, but when he saw her, he realised she had been worth waiting for. She wore such a small, yellow, bikini top in which it seemed that more of her superbly full breasts were uncovered than covered. They swayed as she walked towards him and he felt an immediate stirring beneath his shorts.

"Glad you could make it," she purred. "Fancy another lesson?"

"Absolutely," he grinned.

"Good boy," she beamed. "Follow me."

She led him around the rear of the hotel, to a small shed. She unlocked the heavy duty door and told him to choose his weapon. Looking around, he saw half a dozen, practically new, mountain bikes. Veronica saw to her own whilst Danny chose his and locking the door behind them, she led the way to a narrow track at the back of the hotel.

"I didn't realise this existed," he told her.

She smiled. "Not many people do. Local knowledge!"

"Where are we going?" he asked, as they began to cycle.

"Now, Danny," she softly said. "Where do I usually take you?"

He looked at her, nonplussed, and she gave a loud laugh.

"You white boys don't know much," she grinned. "To heaven, baby!"

He fell in behind her as the narrow track narrowed further, finding difficulty in keeping his eyes off her firm, athletic buttocks as she rode. Even in her thin, black shorts they looked sensational and it took a real effort to tear his eyes away and concentrate on the direction she was taking him. Not for the first time it seemed she could read his mind, as she looked back and grinned at him.

"Enjoying the view?"

"The finest around here," he shouted back, feeling more relaxed in her company now.

After around a quarter of an hour the path widened and they rode side by side. She was a strong rider and deliberately forced the pace, resulting in his needing to concentrate and work hard to keep up with her. The path started to climb, making the gripping tires of the mountain bikes essential, and it was all he could do to keep up. At the top, she stopped, waiting for him to close the short gap that had developed.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" he responded, panting heavily.

He wiped away the perspiration running down his forehead and looked at her. She seemed as if she had hardly broken sweat, although he could see her bullet like nipples pushing against the fabric of her top. She followed his gaze and laughed.

"Beautiful aren't they?"

He raised his eyes and stared into hers. They were twinkling at him.

"They'll be yours soon, baby," she beamed, pushing off again. "Not far now."

The track was downhill now and Danny sped up in an effort to match her pace. Eventually she slowed as the path dropped further, navigating the bumps until they came to what appeared to be a dead end. He looked at her quizzically and she nodded through the trees. He followed her gaze and saw there was a small stretch of beach. Veronica locked both bikes and grabbed the quilt she had carried on hers, leading the way through the small group of trees and out onto perfect sand.

"Wow," Danny said.

"I thought you might like it," she purred. "It's the most idyllic spot on the island."

She spread the quilt under a tree to give them some shade and immediately removed her shorts, displaying the skimpy, yellow bikini bottoms that matched her top. Danny's heart raced faster as he stared at her. She really was an incredible young woman. As they lay on the quilt, she pulled some suntan lotion from her small bag. She slowly worked it into her legs, front and back, constantly changing positions to allow Danny to feast his eyes on her long, black limbs.

Eventually, she stopped and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Enjoy that?"

He grinned. "You are beautiful."

She grinned back. That was one of the things she liked about this boy. No cheesy chat up lines.

"Would you do my back," she asked, handing him the lotion.

He sat behind, squeezing some lotion on his hand and started rubbing the white liquid into her glistening black skin. He gently rubbed it into her shoulders first, whilst she held her lustrous black hair in the front. As he began to cover her back, she reached behind her and undid the hooks holding her top together. He rubbed more lotion into her back, covering as much as he could all the way down to her bikini bottom.

"That's good, thanks," she said.

He looked for the top of the bottle, but as he did, she lay back on the quilt, discarding the bikini top.

"Would you do my front now?" she asked.

Her superbly full breasts were alert even in their resting position, and her small, dark, delicious nipples stood out in what was the most provocative sight he had ever seen in his young life. It was even comparable to her standing against the locked games room door last night, he thought. He emptied more lotion onto his hands and worked it into her pliant orbs, caressing rather than rubbing and feeling the harness of his manhood matching that of her nipples against his palms.

Her eyes were half closed when she stopped him, her voice a low purr of pleasure.

"You have such lovely hands," she murmured. "But we'd better get some lotion on you, too."

Aware of the bulge in his shorts, he turned onto his stomach, removing his thin top. She slowly rubbed the lotion into his back, across his shoulders, then down his arms and finally the back of his legs. Her feather-light touches had not helped him control his erection and he thought that if he pushed himself into the sand, he could probably make himself cum.

"Turn over," she instructed.

"Turn over?" he repeated, worrying about his erection.

"It wasn't a question," she said with a soft giggle. "Turn over."

He did, edging round and lying back. She made no comment on his state and began rubbing the lotion into his upper chest with long sweeping strokes, until she edged lower. She ignored his stomach and went straight to his legs, and having finished there, poured some more lotion onto her hand.

"Nearly finished," she purred. "Your stomach next."

The first touch of her lotioned hand on his stomach felt exquisite, and she dug in deeply, running from the top of his stomach down to the top of his shorts. His manhood felt so hard it was aching.

"Just about there," she murmured. "Only your thighs to do."

"My thighs to do?" he asked, just as he felt her hand tugging his shorts down his embarrassed body.

He felt her slide around to reposition herself, so that she could tug them off and away from his body, discarding them on the soft sand. They both looked down at his penis, the rounded head pointing skyward.

"Impressive," she said. "Is there ever a time it isn't erect?"

"Not when I'm around you," he boldly replied, feeling the soft breeze across his naked legs.

"You say the nicest things," she beamed.

"And you do the nicest things," he responded.

This time she laughed out loud. "Well, I do believe we are growing in confidence! Do you think it's time for lesson three?"

"Lesson three?" he repeated.

She gave a soft sigh. "You also have the most annoying habit of repeating things. Lesson three is exactly what I said!"

"What is lesson three?" he asked.

"Well... so far I've made you cum twice with my hand. Although to be fair, the first time you did get quite a bonus and were only a second away from another bonus last night. Shame about that!" she giggled.

He stared up into her eyes, waiting for whatever was coming next.

"So... lesson three is oral sex."

"Oral sex?" he repeated.

"God....." she groaned. "Don't start that again!"

With that, he felt her soft hand on his penis, gently stroking him into an even harder state than he already was. Another drop of pre-cum appeared and Veronica took that as her cue, slowly leaning down and licking it with the very tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Tastes nice and salty, baby."

She lowered her head again, lightly sucking around the tip to see if she could elicit another drop of the clear liquid, watching him watching her as she did. Still holding his gaze, she licked the underside of the head with her tongue and around the purple ridge, before plunging her sweet red lips all the way down the hard shaft.

"Oh, fuck," Danny gasped

"You like that?" she purred.

"Oh, fuck... yes!"

"You going to cum soon, baby?"

"I'll try not to," he whimpered.

"Good boy," she encouraged. "But don't worry this time. Try to hold back as long as you can and when it gets too much, you can cum in my mouth again."

She took his shaft firmly in her hand and then wasted no time in returning her mouth onto it, sliding her sweet red lips down the length of the impressive hardness, determined to make this a first time to remember for her young virgin. Hearing his loud groans, she took the bulbous head into her mouth, sucking around the tip and running her magical tongue over his foreskin. His groans only encouraged her to suck harder, no longer worried as to how long he could contain himself.

"Oh, geez, oh, fuck, Veronica! That feels so good!"

She expertly pleasured him, gently pulling back on the shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth and then greedily swallowing down his entire length again before pulling back and rotating his sensitive skin with her tongue. Her thin, pink tongue traced all over the shaft, feeling the delicious hardness of it. Her mouth loved the hot feel of it between her lips, delighted at the way he was containing himself.

Looking up to see his eyes trained on her, she allowed him to slide out of her sucking lips for a moment and held the shaft in her hand, her eyes holding his as she gave a display. Her tongue ran up and down from base to tip and she heard him groan at the sight. She knew that he couldn't last much longer. Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft jerk slightly from her unexpected touch.

Then her mouth followed her fingers, taking one testicle in her mouth and then the other, sucking heavily on each. She could almost feel his testicles start to tingle as his orgasm grew near, and returned her teasing mouth to the shaft, her teeth gently nipping. That was all that was necessary to take him over the edge and he reached down and grasped her hair as he raised his hips and splashed into her waiting mouth, feeling her throat eagerly sucking down his offering.

His body shuddered three, four times as moaned into the sea air, then shuddered again as he fired further salvos into the eagerly accommodating mouth that refused to leave him until his body eventually finished jerking.

"Good boy," she whispered, licking up his final drops. "Such a good boy to last so long. Veronica is so very impressed with you and your dick."

*

Loncraine...

Loncraine looked out from his private balcony over the pool. The area was hidden so that anyone in his office would have no idea it was there. But throw open the two large doors on the wall to the side of his desk and he had the best view in the hotel.

He could see everything that was happening, whereas he had total privacy. He was lying on a large sun bed, big enough for two, watching the three young men laughing and shrieking as they attempted to outdo each other in the pool. Simon, Barry and Leo were attempting to keep a beach ball out of the water by heading it between them, laughing hysterically each time one of them failed to do so.

His sharp eyes left the three, floating across the space to where their three wives sat. Babs and Sonia seemed deep in conversation, whilst Lisa was idly watching the men, occasionally lathering another layer of suntan cream onto what even Loncraine regarded as an outstanding young body. She had by far the best body of all their guests this week, for many weeks in fact, and that was quite a compliment when he thought of the various women who had populated his hotel in recent times.

He watched as her long, painted fingernails tugged at her outrageously small bikini top, her golden upthrusting young breasts bringing a sigh even to his lips. He briefly imagined himself tasting them, running his tongue around her nipples, and then paused as she stood for a moment to adjust her chair, her perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks offering themselves to his lustful eyes. He decided right there and then that he would have that woman before she left, irrespective of his dalliance with the oh-so fuckable Peggy.

Ah yes, Peggy. She was now beginning to bend to his will and he eased himself off the sun bed, walking across to the opposite wall. He checked the hidden camera and smiled. He had one in each room, and also in one wall of his private balcony. Over the years he had built up quite a collection. He picked up a remote control from the side table and walked to the high backed chair, planting his feet on his desk as he eased himself back.

With the flick of a couple of switches the television flashed into life and it took only a few seconds with the fast forward button to bring Peggy to the screen. He idly began to stroke his manhood through his shorts as he watched her slipping a slim arm between their bodies and steering him inside her. He watched the gasp escaping from her ruby lips, her dark eyes blazing with arousal as she allowed him to ease forward and sink exquisitely slowly into her hot, tight body.

Her pretty head was rolling to one side as he filled her, all pretence of resistance gone from her magnificent body, her eyes ablaze as she accommodated him, her fingers twisting handfuls of his black hair. At one point her out of control stare was turned to point full at the camera, her eyes closed and ruby lips parted in an expression of sheer lust. Her mouth was open as he thrust unhurriedly in and out of her, her moans filling the screen.

He had burned the recordings of all the women he had seduced onto DVD's and amassed quite a collection over the past couple of years, a full, living record of his succession of conquests. He beamed happily; even his daughters were unaware that he had such a fine collection. When he was old and grey, they would keep him nice and warm. He decided that he would have Peggy again today, and then he would turn his sights onto the magnificent Lisa.

As he poured himself a glass of wine, he began to hum to himself.

*

Charles and Venus...

Venus made her way over to the corner of the bar area where Charles and Peggy were sitting, deep in conversation with a couple of male guests. Her body had a need and she intended to slake it.

"Hello," she cheerily greeted them.

All four pairs of eyes turned on her, and all ran over her body. She wore a linen, half top, stopping well above the diamond stud that adorned her belly button on her flat, black stomach. She was not wearing a brassiere and her curvaceous cleavage was thrusting against the white material, her hard, chocolate brown, nipples available to their eager eyes. Her cut off red shorts with their frayed edges completed the voluptuous picture.

Peggy was the first to recover, although Venus was delighted to see that the woman's eyes had drooled over her appearance just as much as the men.

"Hi Venus," she eventually responded.

Venus turned to the two men. "It's Simon and Barry isn't it?" she said with a smile, more of a statement than a question.

Her words brought their gaze from her breasts to her eyes.

"I recognise you two from what Helena has told me," she sultrily explained.

"Helena?" asked Charles, his eyes searching hers and then looking at the two men.

"She works here," Venus told him.

"Ah," he nodded, though not much wiser.

"She's their dance partner each night in the club," she breathed.

Peggy's eyes widened. "Really? Better not tell your wives."

Simon and Barry laughed nervously together.

"Oh, they know," Barry said, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. "It's just a bit of fun."

Venus raised an eyebrow. "Well, from what I understand," she husked, "I think she has the hots for the two of you. Better not tell your wives that, either!"

As Simon and Barry exchanged glances, Venus turned back to Peggy and Charles.

"My daddy sent me to ask whether you would like to join him for a cocktail," she innocently purred, watching Peggy's eyes widen slightly.

"But..." she continued. "You may be aware that I won our tennis game earlier this week?" she asked, addressing the question to Peggy.

The woman laughed. "Oh yes, I know. He hates losing at anything."

"Well, right now he has to pay his forfeit!"

She looked at Charles who had gone red in the face.

"So..." she continued. "If it's okay with you, Peggy, I'd like to borrow your husband for an hour and then he can join you and daddy later?"

Peggy felt a surge of arousal run through her body. Her love making with Loncraine had been astonishing and she had been unsure whether the opportunity would present itself again, or if it did, whether she should take it. But now the thought of being alone with him again had immediately set off a moistness between her toned thighs.

"That's... that's fine," she murmured.

"Great. Just pop along to his office whenever you are ready," she purred.

She made sure that Charles' attractive wife saw her eyes wander down to her breasts, lingering for a few moments before returning to her eyes. She smiled sweetly and then turned to Peggy's husband.

"Okay, Charles, the moment of reckoning for your defeat. It's time to call in our bet!"

"Oh dear," laughed Peggy. "That sounds ominous, what do you have in store for him?"

"Can't tell you, it's a surprise," Venus beamed.

She pulled on her top so that the curves of her unfettered breasts and hard, brown, nipples were once again prominent against the material. She smiled to herself as all four pairs of eyes took in her voluptuous orbs and she arched her back slightly for even greater effect.

"But it will involve some hard physical exercise, so he'll be worn out when I send him back to you, Peggy!"

Peggy half smiled, not really paying attention. Her mind had returned to being alone with Loncraine again. She had to be so careful...