Hotel Summer Job 1

It was summer and I was back in my aunt and uncles hotel on the South coast. They owned a rather exclusive bed and breakfast hostel which was high priced and concentrated on giving the few clients a personal service. I had been working there every summer since I was about 12 and now I was 16 and in my 5 years of working there the place has always been full.

We were about 3 weeks in to my 12-week stint this summer and I had been left alone for the afternoon while my aunt and uncle were out. It was a hot day and everyone in the hotel was out. There was only one room vacant and we were expecting the guests to arrive that afternoon. My morning had been spent preparing the room for the guests arrival.

At this point I should point out a couple of things. Firstly although I am not a virgin my experience of women is very limited. I lost my virginity (very quickly) to a drunken girl at my best friends party last summer. The word got around that I had reached my climax pretty early in the encounter (after a couple of pumps to be exact) and that had all but discounted my chances of having sex while still at school. As a result I have taken up a rather healthy interest in masturbation. I try to do it in unusual places, try unusual methods and generally have as much fun with it as I can. In fact that morning while cleaning the vacant room I had taken the opportunity to sit on the toilet and masturbate while fantasising that two Swedish sisters had checked into the room and were demanding that they take it in turns to ride my 8 inch cock. Of course the only real part of that was the 8 inches. Although having that should of given my confidence to go around shagging anything the incident last year kind of ruined any confidence I had.

Anyway, that afternoon I was sitting behind reception watching TV when the front door opened and this figure walked through the door. The light was so bright outside that all I could see was a silhouette approach the reception desk but eventually I was able to see that this woman, although no glamour model, was a very attractive lady. She had a tight top, which showed off a pair of breasts that I quickly judged should be in the D-cup region and a smile that could blow your clothes off your body.

I put on my most grown up and professional voice and welcomed her to the hotel. She said she had a room booked under Lamont and I asked her to fill out a card while I got her key. I went into the office and got the key to room 7. She had finished filling out the card and was waiting with her bag at the bottom of the stairs. I picked it up and asked her to follow me. We went up to room 7 and I opened the door and waved her into the room. I placed the bag at the foot of the bed and showed her all the room features, T.V., fridge, balcony, etc. When I showed her the bathroom I must of fumbled over my words at least 5 or 6 times as I could get this image out of my mind of her and I in the shower having wild sex. Finally she thanked me and asked me to leave so she could freshen up and change. As I left she said the one thing I had not wanted to hear. “I am expecting my husband to arrive at 6pm, could you kindly show him up to the room when he arrives.”

At 6pm sure enough this guy came through the door and asked if he could be directed up to the Lamont room. I said its room seven, up the stairs and to the end of the corridor. He thanked me and went up to join his wife.

It was customary in our hotel and visit each of the rooms to deliver the menu’s for dinner at 6pm every evening so as soon as I had directed Mr Lamont to the room I begun my rounds. I was pushing the menus under the door when I got to number 7. I know its wrong but I couldn’t help but put my ear to the door to see if I could hear anything and boy could I. There was no doubt that Mr Lamont was saying hello to Mrs Lamont in a very physical fashion. All I could hear was Mrs Lamont yelling “Oh Yes!” over and over and I could hear the grunts of Mr Lamont as he was obviously shagging his wife. I must only of been there for about 10 or 15 seconds when Mr Lamont must of reached his orgasm as with one final groan it all stopped and the room fell silent. I slid the menu under the door and strolled off down the corridor. I had taken no more than 3 steps when the door of room 7 flung open and a spun round. There in a robe loosely tied was Mrs Lamont holding the menu and looking directly at me. “Could you come here please?” she asked and I slowly did so.

“How long were you by our door?” she quizzed.
“Just a second or two Mrs Lamont” I said, “I was just delivering the menu’s for this evening.” I held up the remaining menus in my hand.
“And what did you hear?” she asked looking at me with a suspicious expression.
“Nothing!” I replied, trying to look as confused as I could.
“So you didn’t hear my husband shagging me and coming in my pussy?” she said 
I was gob smacked. I could not believe she had come out with it just like that.
I stammered and stuttered without giving a real answer before she stopped me.
“I thought so,” she said. “Would you please come into the room?” and with that she moved to one side and waved me into the room.

As I stepped in I had to step over the clothes that had been strewn over the floor and I was so focused on not stepping on our guest’s clothes that I had not noticed Mr Lamont laying on the bed completely naked. He said hello to me and I looked up. For some reason he appeared smaller than when I had seen him downstairs and as I looked at him I noticed the size of his penis. I was shorter than mine and a lot thinner. Mrs Lamont walked round behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. “This young man has just been standing at the door listening to you trying to satisfy me.” She said. I looked down at the floor. “What is your name boy?” she asked.

“Peter” I replied feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“Well Peter, were going to have some more fun now and your going to help us. No one is going to say a word but you are going to do exactly as we wish or we will tell the owners that you have been spying on us. Is that clear?”

I just nodded. I had no choice. With that Mrs Lamont moved round in front of me, untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked and her massive breasts swung heavily un front of me. She stepped forward and pushed my head between her boobs and I just started to move my head gently in between them. She then pulled my head away slightly and offered a nipple to my mouth. I started to suck on it and as I did so I grabbed the other breast with my left hand and begun to massage it.

While I was doing this I felt my shirt being undone. I knew she had her hands on the back of my head so it can only of been him doing it. Soon it was off completely and I felt the belt of my trousers being undone, then the buttons, then the zip and they were pulled down. Soon I was stood only in my boxer shorts and I felt fingers creep over the waistband and they were pulled to the floor. Needless to say that I was sporting the biggest boner I had ever had, probably pushing the 9 inch mark I would say and all I heard was this male voice say “crikey” as my dick stuck out in front of me.

She pulled my head away from her breasts and looked down at my cock. As her head came up she had a massive grin on her face. We both turned to look at her husband who was now sitting on the end of the bed rubbing his own smaller cock at the sight of his wife’s tits being sucked by a 16-year-old boy with a much bigger cock than him.