Hotel Receptionist

Hotel Receptionist

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Remembering a rather adorable Receptionist in a Spanish Hotel. Thanks for popping by X

Summary

Remembering a rather adorable Receptionist in a Spanish Hotel.


Thanks for popping by X

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Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Submitted: January 18, 2016

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Liz had been a tour guide in Spain for years & I’d always said I’d visit so in desperation for a holiday I’d booked a last minute flight & went to stay with her.

Soon as I was off the plane the heat hit me. A wall. I knew I’d be doing very little while I was here. Boarded the bus and closed my eyes thinking about previous mischievousness with Liz in our student days. She was working until 7 and I was hours early so I dragged my case to her hotel and made myself comfy until she arrived. I sat in the foyer watching the world go by & tried not to keep staring at the man behind the desk. Unsuccessfully.  He was gorgeous. He was huge. I mean tall. Not fat-but had well balanced meat on his bones. I’m sighing as I remember -beautifully cooked brown meat. With a light dusting of dark black hair. Slightly curling hair. I was sat the other side of the room so how I could tell this was an indication I was probably staring TOO much. He didn’t look at me though, which in my book gives you permission to openly stare longer and harder. So I did. Chiseled chin covered in dark stubble.  Thick eyebrows. A huge Adams apple that I was seriously fighting the urge to go over, jump on the desk and start sucking.

Noises of trolleys coming in shook me from my reverie.

“Maddie?”  A girl in a Travel company Tee shirt asked.

I nodded. Liz said to come and get you – I’m Clare. I recognized her then from her facebook pics.

We trundled across the foyer.”It’s just down the end of the road- sunbathe naked on our roof and every balcony in this hotel can see you.” She turned and grinned a huge white toothed smile

I grinned back and tried to catch the eye of the receptionist as we passed but he didn’t look up.

“You like?” she laughed as we got outside, head nodding backwards towards reception. “He doesn’t speak English. Hardly actually ever speaks in Spanish either. Right moody sod. “

And so my week began. Days soon developed a routine. Breakfast together before they went to work. Sunbathe on the roof (yes naked) then head up the road to shamelessly use the hotel swimming pool & wait in reception for them to finish work. I didn’t need to I was just determined to get Mr moody sod to acknowledge my presence. He didn’t notice I was there but over the week I developed a fixation with him.  Evenings were alcohol fuelled and mostly spent laughing.

The last full day. I was leaving at 10 the next morning.  Mr Moody was no where to be seen.  God! I really had become obsessed with him. I sat in reception wearing bikini bottoms and a vest top feeling a bit glum. Quite why I had no idea. What was I expecting – a sudden noticing I was there and a surprise offer? An offer of what?  A meal? Dancing? Romance? I glanced down at myself-  and after I’d made such an effort with my appearance too… I rolled my eyes as I realized I’d been a twat. I gazed outside and watched the carefree children shrieking at each other as Clare unexpectedly came round the pool holding her clipboard looking flustered.

“Someone’s died on the beach. We’ll both be working really late. Will you be OK? Shit timing or what- we’d got a fab night out planned.”

“I’ll be fine.”  I said to her as her mobile rang.

We started to walk out together the other way through reception –the long way round. She disappeared with a wave & as soon as I turned there he was. It was the closest I’d seen him without a desk in the way.  My legs stopped working and the sudden movement of me stopping made him look up. I felt I should probably say something. I thought quickly. My Spanish was extremely limited. Asking him for the bill didn’t seem appropriate. So I just stared.

 He clicked his fingers then. No other sound. Just a click. No mistaking it was a message for me. Anyone else and I would have ignored completely, probably sworn at them & given one of my filthiest looks but no, he snapped his fingers and I almost fucking ran to him.

He beckoned me into a lift and we went up. Not talking obviously. Opposite ends of the lift. Not even touching. We got out at the top. It was quiet. Really quiet. I got my first feeling of dread. But also looking at him a huge shiver of delight. Christ almighty. His body. I knew then what I wanted from him. It was him. I just wanted him. I walked behind him hoping I’d not just said that out loud.

 He was heading for a room on the left.  We entered together and he turned to face me. Reached down and took the side of my bikini bottoms in his big brown hairy hands.  Pulled sharply. And they came apart. Just like that. Side seam ripped and hung open. Before I could say anything (pointlessly I know) he did the same with the other side. I’m standing in a vest top in front of him ripped bikini bottoms in a puddle by my feet. My nipples were like warning sirens. Poking out and screaming- Attack! Attack! All personnel head for the clit and raise the alarm…

And that’s straight where he went next. My heart hammered as his middle finger poked between my legs. Jabbed into my nub.  Prodded it in an almost fumbling teenager way. But despite this. The combination of him, the strange room and realization that I was at last stood with his paw between my legs made me almost come immediately. My pussy dripped. He felt this as he swiftly slid two fingers inside me.

I gasped. Shock and pleasure entwined. He fucked me with his fingers. Hard. Fast. Not even slowing as he pushed the door shut. I stood. Panting as I felt my orgasm rising. As it built he pressed my breast through my top. Then squeezed. Released it then gripped the nipple hard. The slick sounds of my juices the only thing breaking the silence in the room. I stared into his emotionless eyes as I came hard & quietly against his fingers.

 With his fingers still inside me he put me over his shoulder. Then pulled his fingers out and sucked my juices off them as he carried me across the room and balanced me on the side of the sink whilst he undressed and my breathing slowly returned to normal. I actually did a squeak of pleasure when I saw his cock rising from its dark pubic nest. Hard. Smooth. Not massively scary long but a good length with a perfect stretch you nicely girth.

He turned to me and pulled my top over my head.  Rock hard cock springing against my thigh as he stared at my tits. Grabbed them and twisted my nipples in opposite directions until I mewled. He  lifted me again and pulled me down onto him. I groaned as he slid inside my wet cunt and my head fell forward a jumble of curls against his chest.  My legs dangled in the air, toes pointing, ankles banging against him as he fucked me. I was like a rag doll. It was like I was weightless. He moved my body for me. Slid me down over his prick. And up. And down. And up. And. And I felt myself go . I was lost. He’d taken over my movements. My pleasure.  And me.

It wasn’t that he was fucking me particularly hard at the start. It was the fast repetitive motion. Regular. Relentless.  I was as limp as he was hard. My head went dizzy as he pounded my pussy. Eyes rolled back as my thighs tensed. I don’t know if I’d consciously been trying to be quiet but that stopped. I panted. Long and hard. Animalistic grunts and almost melodic gasps with each inward thrust.

He rested my body against the wall held my arms up over my head while he forced himself into me harder now. Teased another orgasm from me by spearing my cunt frantically over his cock. I felt him deep inside me. Hairs on his chest tickled my nipples but each time my mouth got close to him he thrust harder into me and my head shot backwards again. Knocking it against the wall. We didn’t kiss once. His lips hovered over my body near enough for me to smell myself on his breath but didn’t touch it.

He used his cock. He used his fingers. Nothing else.  

Where our skin touched we slid against each other. Grunted. Moaned. Came again.  God! He fucked me all over the room. Then with his cock still buried deep inside me he sat on the bed and slid backwards so I was straddling him. Ah! I’d thought. My turn to ride him. Work for my pleasure. But no. He wasn’t  letting me take any control- he gripped my arse cheeks and moved my body up and down over his throbbing shaft. I tried initially to fight it. Not let him use me but couldn’t match his strength. I surrendered yet again.

He set the pace. The rhythm. I became his fuck puppet. Each time I leant forward slightly one paw would leave my bottom rest on my chest, fingers almost gripping my neck, pushing me back with his thumb. Far away from his lips. I lost count of the times I came. When I say lost count. I didn’t count at all. Enjoyed then carried on. I’d let him take charge of my body. Gave it to him in return for almost delirious pleasure.

He came eventually. I was barely conscious by this stage. Straddled my chest and milked himself straight in my face. Jelled my hair. Up my nose. I couldn’t move- not even enough energy to blink as his spunk shot and splatted in my eye.  I was spent. Completely exhausted but utterly satisfied. I managed to roll over onto my stomach but couldn’t lift my head to see what he was doing. Limbs lead heavy. Not caring. Just wanting to close my eyes. I don’t know if I slept or passed out but I woke later with a jolt. Alone. Naked. Sticky. With extremely sore thighs.

The Walk of shame later was phenomenal-. Have you ever walked through a hotel reception in the afternoon with dried spunk in your hair wearing ripped bikini bottoms? If you have I think we could become very good friends.  When I say walk I’m using the term loosely. Walking like John Wayne? I was walking like I’d been fucked by his horse.  I’d tried to tie my bikini bottoms together but there just wasn’t enough fabric. My eye was scarlet red & had dried spunk encrusted over its lashes and brow despite me having a cursory pick before coming down. And there he was at the front desk. I had to say something. I walked as normally as I could with my sex wobbly legs, rested a hand on the cool marble counter waiting for him to look up.

“I just wanted to say thank you”

He actually smiled. Not a teeth showing beam, but a smile and said in English with a hint of an accent.

“No, the pleasure was all mine.”

 

 


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