AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
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My name is Sammy, and I work at this quiet little hotel right on the beach in a south coast resort. My work is varied and mostly enjoyable. At this minute I am picking up our latest guest from the train station in our very own minibus. Being young, just twenty-five, I'm interested in all the young females that stay with us. Of our new guests, there was only two or perhaps three -- a newlywed couple on their honeymoon and the daughter of a mid-thirties couple; her mum making up the third possible, wasn't bad either.
"So Sammy, who have you picked out this week?" my boss Vicky asked. She was standing behind me as I surveyed the breakfast tables.
"Not decided yet," I said, which was a lie of course.
"Not a lot of choice," she chuckled, "but knowing you, I'm sure you'll find some wet pussy." After a short pause she carried on. "There's that new bride I suppose, a bit skinnier but quite pretty. Then there's the mother and daughter in the corner."
She had unerringly picked the three I had singled out, but then she did know me. She had been my boss and occasional lover for the past three years.
"Just remember Sammy, my lad," she said with a laugh, "no trouble OK, or you're out on your ear."
"You know me, Vic," I laughed back, "there's never ever any trouble."
"Yeah, well let's keep it that way," she said and then she walked away. Although in her late thirties she is still in good shape. Our nights together were never a task.
"Hello again," I said to the honeymoon couple.
"Hi, I'm Sandy and this is my husband Mark," the slim good-looking girl replied.
"Hi Sandy, Mark. Right, one of the things we offer our honeymooner's here is a free photo session," I said. "Would you like to have a go?"
"Sure," said Mark, "just what does it entail?"
"Great," I said. "Well, we have our own studio downstairs. I will be taking the pictures and they can be anything you want. One of our most popular is you two wearing your going away outfits and together to both strip off to reveal your swimming togs."
"Oh that sounds fun," enthused Sandy.
"Yeah, put us down for that," agreed Mark.
"Okay, tomorrow evening after dinner, say about nine," I said. "I'll meet you in the bar. You two just think about it, it's your session, OK?"
"Yeah thanks," said Mark.
I watched them walk away. Sandy was quite tall, about five seven or eight, with a slim figure. Her bust was small but she had really long slim legs. To obtain my goal, i.e. getting between those long legs, would require some organising.
The hotel provided honeymooners with a limited amount of free Champagne so I ordered a bottle to be chilled for tomorrow evening; everything was ready. The studio was a converted storeroom. They both seemed a little nervous when they arrived but I opened the champer's and poured them both a glass. I used the hotel's Nikon 35mm with two big studio flashes on stands. With a suitable backdrop we started. Even in her going away suit she looked good, probably because her skirt was very short. She knew what her assets were.
"Okay guys, time to take things off," I said after I had fired off a few shots. The drinks were kicking in now and both were a little giggly; I suspect that they both had a few before just to settle their nerves. Off came his jacket and shirt along with her jacket. Her small boobs looked quite good encased in her small bikini top. More champer's were downed and then off came his trousers and her skirt. It was all very tame really, suitable for family and friends and for their holiday album.
"Do you want to do anything else?" I asked when I had finished the roll of film.
"Well," said Mark, "I would like some of Sandy in other outfits, if that's possible?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well, we've brought a few things," he said opening a sports bag.
"Great," I said. "While you decide, I'll order up another bottle."
When I returned Sandy was dressed in a long evening dress, very low at the front and split to her waist.
"You look great in that," I said and it was true. Her slim tall figure was ideal for it.
I poured more drinks for them and by now they were quite drunk. Sandy had become even more giggly while Mark was sitting quietly in the corner while I ordered his new bride about.
"What else have you brought?" I asked.
"I've got these tight jeans," she giggled. "Markie loves me in them."
Yeah and I know why.
"Okay, you change into them while I change films," I said.
I turned my back as her dress came off, but not before I got a good look at her tits. They were bigger than I had guessed and beautifully shaped. When I turned back she had pulled on a T-shirt too.
"Have you got a button-up shirt you could wear instead of the T-shirt?" I asked.
"Yeah," she giggled, "do you want me to change?"
"Please," I said. This time I didn't turn away as the T-shirt was pulled over her head to reveal her naked torso.
"That's better," I said as she buttoned her shirt. "No, stop there," I ordered. There was just enough naked skin to be interesting.
I looked over at Mark but he seemed out of it, his expression glazed. It wasn't long before, under my direction, the few buttons that were closed were now open. Then her shirt was off completely. She was a natural show off; she loved to expose herself to me, in this relative safe environment. This was not the time to push her too far. I knew if she enjoyed herself she would be back for more later. I called it a night, both redressed, and they left for the bar upstairs. I ran the films I had taken through the soup and hung them up to dry, then I too headed for the bar.
It was my night to tend the late bar. We would stay open for residence for as long as they wanted. About three a.m. it was just Sandy, Mark and me. Mark had recovered some but still not quite with us. After a bit he went up to his room, leaving Sandy and me alone.
"No point in me going up," she giggled, "he'll be asleep in seconds and, anyway, I'm still buzzing."
"Enjoy yourself earlier then?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," she giggled, "I've never done anything like that before."
"Well, you were very good, a natural," I said.
"Oh do you think so?" she asked.
"Sure," I confirmed, "you have a perfect figure for camera work."
Actually, she was a little slim. Most photographic models are much bigger built, but I wasn't going to say that.
"Oh," she said.
"Yeah, you have those really great legs," I said pushing home my advantage.
"Yeah I know, Mark really loves my legs," she giggled. "I just wish my bust was a little bigger though."
"No, no, it's just fine," I said. "Think of the things you can wear that your bigger sisters can't."
"Yeah, I suppose," she reluctantly agreed.
I refreshed her glass with a double rum and coke.
"If you want we can have another session some time," I offered.
"Oh can we?" she enthused. "Will I have to pay?"
"No, no," I said, "I just won't tell the boss, OK?"
"Oh good," she smiled at me. "Tell you what. Mark wants to go to the bird sanctuary later in the week. Will it be all right if I stayed behind and we could do it then?"
"Great, just give me some warning so I can arrange the time, OK?" I said.
"Oh great, thank you very much," she said and she hugged me.
Decision time. I expect if I pushed her, I could fuck this gorgeous creature tonight, she was drunk enough. I had already seen her nearly naked body and she was on her honeymoon so she was expecting to get well fucked every night. But I wanted it all. If I fucked her tonight would I get her in my studio later in the week? I suspect not. She would feel guilty and would avoid me. Then things were taken out of my hands.
"Do you want to take some more picture of me now?" she giggled.
"It's a bit late," I said.
"Yeah, but that means nobody is around," she giggled again.
My brain moved southwards and my hard cock took control of all my high brain functions.
"Okay, why not," I laughed.
Hand in hand we went downstairs to my studio. I grabbed a bottle of wine on the way past.
"How do you want me?" she giggled.
"Naked," I said well past caring.
"Oh you," she giggled, but her hands moved to remove her few clothes. The flashes recorded each stage until she was naked. She had one of those bodies that actually looked better slightly clothed, say in her bikini bottoms. She was just a little too slim to be really sexy. Not that it stopped me firing off shot after shot of her naked body.
"God, I'm so horny," she said.
Well, I can take a hint, so I joined her on the other side of the lens, but not before I attached the long cable release. She was so wet I just unzipped and slipped into her sopping pussy. I squeezed the cable release and the twin flashes fired and recorded the moment. We both weren't going to last long. Her long legs wrapped around me and her hips pounded back at each of my hard thrusts.
"Oh yes," she shouted and became limp as I pumped my seed deep inside her. In the five minutes we had been fucking, I had fired off a whole roll of 35mm film.
"God, that was something," she sighed.
"Yeah, sure was," I agreed.
"I suppose I better be off," she said.
Now that her hormones were down, I think she felt a little guilty about the last twenty minutes or so. She quickly dressed and was gone with a peck on my cheek. I lay there for a few minutes with a big smile on my face. Objective number one achieved. Before I went to bed I put the two new exposed films through the soup and hung them up to dry.
I didn't see either of them the next day, until dinnertime. They stopped to say hello before moving into dinner. Sandy gave me a wink just before she turned away. Well, it looked like our session was still on, when hubby was away bird watching.
"Hi," I said to the threesome -- mother, father and young teenage daughter. "I'm Sammy, if you remember?"
"Oh yes," replied the mother, "you picked us up from the station."
"Yeah, that's right," I said, "now if there's anything you need, you let me know, that's my job, OK?"
"Oh how nice," the mother said. Actually she wasn't that bad for, say, mid-thirties, but it was the daughter I was after. At this point in time I had no idea how I was going to achieve it.
"There's an under eighteen's disco tonight," I said. "That means no booze," I said to mum.
"There you go Tessa," said her mother.
"Yeah right," said the obviously bored teenager.
"I'm the DJ tonight so any requests you bring them right to me," I said.
I didn't see her until after ten. She was wearing a short little dress that showed off her tan nicely.
"Hi Tess," I said when she approached me.
"Hi Sammy," she smiled sweetly at me, causing my trousers to become tight. "Any chance of a Brittany Spears record?" she asked.
"Sure," I said and found the right disc.
I'm not sure if I had achieved anything, but at least she now knew my name. I finished up and was looking forward to bed when she was there waiting for me.
"Hi Tess," I said taking her arm and leading her into the dark garden.
"Thanks for tonight," she said, "I enjoyed myself."
"You weren't going to though, were you?" I asked.
"No, I suppose not," she said, "but having you there to play my records was cool."
"Shouldn't you be going to your room?" I asked. "Won't your parents be worried?"
"Nah, I've got my own room," she smiled up at me. "I insisted or I wouldn't have come."
By now we had reached the far end of the darkened garden and its summerhouse. I led her inside and we sat down. My arm went around her waist and I pulled her closer.
"This is nice," she sighed.
"Sure is," I said. I lent forward and kissed her.
"Mmm," she moaned, "do that some more please."
Who am I to argue with a lady? This time, as I kissed her, my free hand found her firm tits.
"Mmm, you're a fast worker," she chuckled, but she didn't try and remove my hand.
"So tell me about yourself," I asked. "Got all the boys at home gagging after you?"
"Not so you'll notice," she said. "I go to an all girl college, bloody boring, unless you're a les like some of the girls. Me, I like a nice hard cock."
Well that's good to hear, I thought.
"Well, if it's one thing I can offer a pretty girl like you it's a big stiff one," I laughed.
"Oh goody," she joined in my laughter. "Tell you what. Give me ten minutes, then come up to my room, number seventeen."
"Sure," I agreed. And she disappeared into the darkness.
I knocked on her door some ten minutes later and she answered it with a large bath towel wrapped around herself.
"Just had a nice hot shower," she giggled. "Come in. Don't hang about out there or someone will see you."
I entered and shut the door behind me. Her body felt slightly damp and her hair smelt of shampoo, but what the fuck do I care? Her towel fell to her feet and her naked body pressed against mine.
"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed. My hands became familiar with her body, each mound and hollow. Just as soon as her back hit her bed, her legs opened wide. "Fuck me you bastard," she called out and my hard cock disappeared into her wet pussy. No virgin this girl. What do they get up to at the all girlie colleges? With long hard strokes I slowly fucked this curvaceous teenager. "Harder you bastard," she sighed and her hips forced the pace. "Yes, yes," she called out and became limp as her orgasm overtook her.
I pumped my sperm deep inside her.
"Oh my," she sighed, "that was nice. This may be a good holiday after all. Imagine going on holiday with your parents at my age?"
"Yeah, I can see that may not be very cool," I agreed.
"Yeah right," she sighed.
"Well, I better be off," I said. "I've got early breakfast to do."
"Yeah, right," she sighed.
She was almost asleep, so I quietly left her lying naked on her bed.
* * * *
"Hi Sammy," she called out to me.
"Hi Mrs. Thompson. On the trip today, are we?" I asked.
"Yes, hubby and Tess ain't coming, so it's just me," she said with a big smile.
"Good, good," I said.
Today I was driving the minibus on an outing. Along with Mrs. T I had three other ladies and off we went. First stop the local church then on to Tom's Tearooms where my fiancée Carla, Tom's sister, works.
"Hi ya Sammy," she called and grabbed me and we kissed. "Miss me?"
"Sure honey bun," I replied, my hand giving her pert tits a good squeeze.
"Stop that," she giggled, "I've got customers to serve. See you later."
Leaving my passengers I headed back to the minibus for a smoke.
"Can I have a light?" Mrs T asked.
"Finished your tea already?" I said.
"Yeah, thought I'd join you for a quickie," she giggled like a teenager.
"Now Mrs T, naughty, naughty," I reproached her, but her eyes were sparkling with lust.
"I'm on holiday, so I can be a little naughty if I want," she pouted.
I'm not totally sure if she knew what she wanted and I couldn't afford to make a mistake. The look on her face told its own story so I decided to take a chance.
"Now Mrs. T, I'll have to tell your hubby on you if you don't behave."
I slid my hand up her thigh. She still had very sexy legs, and she pushed her big tits out a little more.
"Now who's being the naughty one?" she giggled again.
We didn't have much time before the other three ladies finished their tea and came back to the bus.
"Now Mrs. T," I said, "how can a poor lad like me help myself with such an attractive women like you?"
As my hand climbed higher, her legs opened to allow me better access. I pulled her closer and I kissed her.
"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed.
Now I had one handful of tit and the other working under her short skirt.
"Oh God," she called out and came hard. "It's been a long time since I had one of those," she sighed.
"Hubby not doing the business then?" I asked.
"Not like that, no," she sighed. "Pushes it in, pumps a few time then rolls over and goes to sleep."
"Not good enough," I said. "A gorgeous woman like you needs better, she needs all the cock she can get."
"God yes," she sighed, "that sounds lovely."
In the background I could hear my other ladies approaching.
"We'll talk later," I said, and gave her tits a final squeeze.
We finished our little tour and I let my ladies off outside the main entrance.
"I'll stay awhile," said Mrs. T.
"Okay," I smiled and took the bus around the back to its garage.
"Now what's this about lots of cock?" she giggled and again I kissed her.
The back seats of the minibus are not the best place for sex, but it would have to do. Her knickers were hanging off her left ankle as my hardness entered her for the first time.
"Oh my God," she called out.
"Like that, do we?" I asked.
"God yes, fuck me harder please," she said.
"Want me to find you some more hard cocks?" I asked as I pumped hard into her, my hands squeezing her big tits too.
"Oh yes, more cocks," she repeated.
"How many would you like?" I asked. "Two, four, six."
"Yes, yes, as many as you want," she called out.
Her orgasm was fast approaching now. Her hips suddenly become erratic as she came, and I pumped a good load deep inside her.
"Oh my," she said, her body now limp. "God, I needed that. I better be off, or hubby will start to worry."
"Yeah, see you soon Mrs. T," I called after her.
"Tom, can you find two or three randy blokes," I asked next day over the phone.
"Sure, no problem," I heard him chuckle. "Got a live one, have we?"
"Yeah, she's no spring chicken but not bad," I said.
"Okay, when do you want us?" he asked.
"Next tour bus is tomorrow, OK?" I said. "And for fuck sake don't let your sister know."
"Sure, see you tomorrow then," he said and hung up. I could still hear his chuckles.
"So who is she then?" Carla's voice was sharp.
"Look honey bun," I said, "she staying at the hotel and wanted me to arrange things."
"Arrange things, look at them," she said, pulling the door open slightly to reveal her brother and two of his friends on the bed with a very naked Mrs. T. "And I suppose you were the first in line."
"Hey, I'm out here, not in there," I pointed out. Just then the sound of Mrs. T's first orgasm filled the air. "See, we're just providing a service," I said.
"Don't you dare," she said and slapped me around the head.
"You're just jealous because it's not you in there taking on three nice big ones," I said to stir her up a bit.
"What?" She slapped me again, but this time she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"See, I knew I was right." I grabbed her and kissed her hard, her mouth was slack from lust.
"God yes, you bastard," her hand clawing at my belt. I dragged her to her own room and pushed my hard cock into her sopping pussy. "Oh yes," she called out.
"Want me to arrange some hard cock for you?" I asked between thrusts.
"Yeah," she sighed. Her hips lost sync and she started to come. I let go too and pumped a good load into her. "Oh fuck me," she said and stretched, "but when you do arrange it, make sure you invite my brother, OK?" she giggled.
"So, my little honey bun, you want to be fucked by your big brother then?" I said with a big smile on my face.
"God yes, it's so naughty," she sighed.
"So how was it, Mrs. T?" I asked on the return trip.
"God, I didn't know I could come so many times," she said, her voice low.
"Want me to arrange some more for you?" I asked.
"God yes," she said, "but not today, OK, couldn't take any more just now."
"Right, I'll see what I can do," I said.
THE END
