A Small Hotel Has Guests

By uksnowy
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Bert and Elsie Harding ran this rather seedy private hotel just off the seafront on Hayling Island, which is near Portsmouth in the UK. The house was large and impressive from the outside. Elsie had inherited it from her father after his death. There was not enough money to be earned in the short holiday season to provide a good living and keep the house kept as well as it should be, so it became shabbier year on year.

This hurt Elsie but Bert wasn’t worried as the house was in her name anyway, and she did the cooking and the bookings, his function was more that of a porter and general handyman, but it suited him. It was April 1988, just another morning in the Harding establishment, and they were on their second cup of morning tea when the phone rang.

“Hello,” Elsie said in her falsely posh accent, Bert sat and heard another booking made.

“And how old is your daughter…She’s eighteen so you will need two rooms then…I have a nice room on the first floor overlooking the sea and another at the end of the hallway, but it hasn’t got a sea view…No sorry I haven’t got any adjoining rooms, not even two next to each other,” she lied. She had, but Bert hadn’t decorated them yet, and she couldn’t rely on him getting them done by next month. “Yes, Mr. Coxon, I’ll reserve those two for you, until next month then…Yes, I look forward to seeing you and your daughter.”

Bert’s ears pricked up, the thoughts of skimpy bikinis came to his mind, bursting little breast buds, tight little ass cheeks. “Another booking?” he asked casually.

“Yes, pity you didn’t get the rooms finished like you promised, but I can put the girl in No.6 and the father in No.10, so please make sure everything works, you listening to me Bert?”

“Yes, dear, don’t start, I’ll get onto it now,” he replied, getting up from the table.

He ambled along to No.6 and looked in. ‘Not much needed doing here,’ he thought and then as he turned to leave it occurred to him the unfinished room was next to it. A stud wall too and the seed of a wicked plan sowed in his sexually deviant mind.

He and Elsie had long since stopped having sex, ever since Charlie the golden Labrador arrived. Charlie and Elsie have become close, mainly with the encouragement of Bert. Elsie was a good-looking woman with large firm breasts and a very pretty face, and he loved to watch as Charlie pleased her. Bert was a handsome man at one time, but he didn’t bother with himself now. ‘What for,’ he mused, ‘Cos I’m not interested, and Charlie’s here to satisfy all her needs.’ He had watched them at the start of it all, with her agreement, of course, and he had to say Charlie’s enthusiasm had never wavered, much to Elsie’s delight.

*****

A month passed quickly, and on the allotted day, Harry Coxon arrived with his daughter Rachel. Bert looked from behind the curtains as Elsie went out to welcome them. The man looked very cultured, calm and upright, he thought, and when he saw the daughter emerge from the Volvo XC90, Bert sensed a feeling that he hadn’t felt for a long time. Rachel was tall, slim and extremely pretty with long dark hair tied in a ponytail, and her breasts were small, well-formed and trussed high in a brassiere. The straps of which were visible below a form-fitting pale green top. When Rachel leaned in to get her case from the boot, Bert the avaricious peeper saw the bottom crease of her firm buttocks below the red plaid miniskirt she traveled in. That was one perfect bottom, round, and full. He licked his lips as he dropped the curtain and hurried outside to help carry the cases.

“Please, let me carry those,” Bert said as he arrived before them.

The girl turned to look at him, and her large brown eyes and the hint of a tantalizing smile on her lips struck him.

“This is my husband Bert,” Elsie, already out there, said.

Bert nodded to the man and smiled at the girl, then he hurried inside to put the cases in the correct rooms, he wanted to make sure that the girl’s cases were placed in No.6, it was important to him to make sure of it.

*****

Rachel looked around the room and smiled, she liked it. She inspected the shower, it looked new, Bert had finished it a few months before and re-tiled, he had completely re-decorated the room and fitted the mirrors. She looked out of the window onto the side lawn of the house, not a sea view, but if she craned her neck, she could just see the beach at the front of the house. As she stood looking out and across to the small park where two girls were playing tennis, Rachel became aware of a movement in the garden as a friendly looking Golden Labrador pushed its way between two laurel shrubs, sniffing along the ground. Rachel didn’t know it then, but his name was Charlie.

Three days passed by uneventfully for Rachel and her father, their first real holiday together. They walked the beach in the early morning and late evening and visited a few local tourist places of interest, like the Spinnaker Tower, Gunwharf Quays shopping mall, the Royal Navy Dockyard, the weather then turned hot, and Rachel spent most of the day on the beach. For Bert, nothing was different but much to Elsie’s surprise, he seemed very keen on the decorating and even interested in attracting new guests. Even insisting on doing two rooms at once but unknown to her it was his way of splitting time between the two rooms just to make sure that he was doing No 5 when Rachel was in No 6.

Making time in his busy days, he couldn’t contain himself anymore and decided he would enjoy the fruits of his labor and endeavor. Entering that room with his heart racing and head pounding, he removed the picture from the adjoining wall to expose the one-inch hole he had cut in the plasterboard.

The hole is hidden cleverly in amongst some ornate plaster carving decoration all along that wall, so it was invisible in Rachel’s room, one of the old original features of the building he and Elsie had preserved. It went above a mirror over the small wash basin and standing on a work stool/bench he could spy on Rachel when she came back from the beach, usually, at about 5.30, a quick shower and rest, then dress for dinner at 6:45.

This day was like the others and Bert, ostensibly busy for Elsie’s sake, was in No 5 waiting for the sounds of the Coxon’s arrival. He looked at his watch and then heard the front doorbell go. Elsie calls out “Hello,” and then there are footsteps up the stairs and along the corridor. The work stools positioned and up Bert went.

Rachel slung her beach bag onto a chair and quickly became naked and disappeared into the shower. It all happened so quickly for Bert, but he was still able each time to see and appreciate just a little more of her young firm body. The full dark triangle of hair she had at the top of her legs, the way she shook her hair free from her hair band, the wobble of her pert breasts as she shook her head, and the spring in her walk that made her ass cheeks roll.

Bert sat waiting for her to emerge again, his hand in his fly, pulling out his cock already half erect and sat loosely wanking it while he waited, not wanting to cum till later. Then she emerged with a towel wrapped around her torso. Unfortunately, she bent double, facing him to sling and fold a towel over her head, catching up her locks, twist the towel then fling it back over her head. Cursing gently, he was sure, with patience, he would capture that treasured view from behind, one day, exposing her cunt and asshole – his favorite.

Rachel stood drying herself and then walked over to the mirror, looking in it at him, but of course, she couldn’t see him. He grinned at the usual grotesque expressions women made in mirrors, examining every detail and blemish on their faces. She started drying her breasts, looking at herself, lifting one then the other to his delight. The girl walked away over to the bed, her bottom moving deliciously, his tool now very hard in his hand, and then she bent over to dry her legs. Wow—Nirvana! Her pubes appeared between her cheeks, the dark slit of her entrance below the small pink puckered hole, and then with that image, Bert exploded, his spunk squirting against the wall, an ecstatic grimace on his face.

*****

In life, nothing stays the same for long, and one day Rachel’s father received a phone call summoning him back to attend to the family law business, so he arranged for Rachel to stay until he returned to complete their holiday. However, the weather suddenly changed and became unsettled and wet. Rachel could not go to the beach and had started to take Charlie for walks in the park. Charlie was an intelligent dog, and when it came to ‘walkies’ time, which was about three pm. The dog would get his lead and go up to get Rachel from her room.

Charlie seized his lead between his teeth, trotted up the stairs to Rachel’s room and scratched at the door as Bert was filling holes in the wall of No.5 and Rachel was resting on the bed reading. Bert stopped, listened, and heard voices, removed the picture quietly, and put his eye to the hole. Rachel had let Charlie into the room and was talking to the dog.

“Oh, Charlie, not today ‘cos it’s pouring with rain,” Rachele said.

The dog looked up at her, tail wagging and still made for the door. Bert smiled to himself, Rachel sat on the bed in just a navy blue T-shirt and panties looking at Charlie, then he dropped the lead as if understanding and walked across to her. She stroked his head, he rested it on her knee, and he whined in that doggy understanding way they all have. Rachel bent, repeated her explanation in a silly voice, the way people do to animals and babies, and as she did so, the dog licked her mouth as she spoke.

The girl did not seem too pleased; she got up and washed it in the wash basin in front of Bert. Then she jolted her eyes wide in surprise and for a moment, Bert thought Rachel had seen him through the mirror, but then he saw Charlie was behind her. Charlie, in his dog view of the world, had done what he often did to Elsie, licked her bottom.

There was a look of shock, turning into amusement on Rachel’s face, and to Bert’s astonishment and delight, she leaned over the basin once more, wiggled her butt, allowing Charlie to lick her there again. Bert looked into that lovely face, the eyes showing the rapturous delight she felt with this newly found pleasure and the mounting desire shown in it. Rachel straightened and walked over to the door and locked it.

Then the girl went to the bed, all the time Charlie following watching her. She removed her panties and sat on the bed, calling to him. The dog joined her, looking eagerly. Bert smiled, thinking, ‘You won’t have to show him what to do my girl,’ and looked with glee at her as she hesitantly opened her thighs and Charlie delved straight in there and started to lick.

Rachel gasped as she watched the dog with glazed eyes, then just lie back, and let him do it, starting to squirm and writhe as Charlie brought her to orgasm. Lifting her bottom off the bed so he could work his bestial magic, and then slammed shut her thighs as she could take no more. Bert thought, ‘This bitch doesn’t need much stimulation.’ His erection is in his hand, stroking, as he watched through the spy hole.

Rachel lay there for a while and then dreamingly sat up, looking down at Charlie who sat panting looking back up at her and Bert realized he probably thought the second course was about to be asked for. The second course where the dog mounted its bitch and had its own pleasure with her. Seeing from Bert’s privileged vantage point, Charlie was ready, his red, pink mottled pointed penis now full and waiting for the onslaught to come. Although Rachel could not see this, not until he put his front paws on the bed that is.

The girl’s face was a picture as she saw the wobbling, firm, dog’s genitals, she cried out, clapping her hand over her mouth, a mixture between shock horror, fear, and amazement. Her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she saw Charlie’s erection. She looked about her tentatively as if to ensure no one was watching. Little did she know?

Bert watched expectantly, his new erection hard and leaking. Slowly, Miss Coxon’s hand stretched out, and she touched it as if the cock were a snake that might bite her. Feeling it gingerly, gaining courage, she held it but let go quickly, not sure, as Charlie started to pump into her hand. She looked at the hand that held it and put it under her nose to smell it, her expression showing she didn’t think it too bad, then she got up and stepped to the mirror, washing her hands. Bert could see that they were shaking and her face flushed.

Suddenly, Bert heard someone on the stairs and quickly replaced the picture, and pushing his thick penis back into his pants, a moment later, Elsie appeared with a cup of tea for him.

“Oh, you are getting on well,” Elsie said, looking about with a pleased expression on her face. “Have you seen Charlie about?”

“Probably been taken for a walk,” he suggested.

“But it’s pouring with rain.”

“Can’t say I noticed,” Bert said, feeling peeved and wondering what he was missing next door.

Just then a pretty face appeared in the doorway, Rachel stood with the lead in one hand. “It’s stopped raining, I think I’ll take Charlie for a walk,” she said, smiling at both of them.

She’s pulled on a pair of skin-tight black jogging pants and Nike trainers. Rachel left. Elsie went downstairs, Bert let himself into Rachel’s room and sniffed and licked the tiny briefs she’d removed earlier.

*****

Bert’s mind seemed so full these days, full of fantasy and desires he could hardly contain, images of this lovely young girl in his control. His mind worked on various plans, the one that most appealed was to try to catch her in a compromising position with the dog, and use it as a lever to fulfill his fantasy. However, for now, he watched and waited, he did a lot of watching in fact, but for some reason, she did not encourage the dog back into the room as he thought she might.

Then one afternoon, Bert busily working next door, a few days before she was due to leave it was as before, wet and windy, and Charlie ever a creature of habit collected his lead and took it to her room. The door was open; maybe Rachel was expecting the canine visitor and some illicit pleasure. Bert chuckled, peeping into the room. Rachel was sitting on the bed reading a paperback novel, her face lit up as Charlie entered, wagging his tail.

She went and shut the door, but her mind was on other things, and she forgot to lock it behind her. Bert’s eye fixed into position, and Rachel succumbed to Charlie’s advances, once more brought to full orgasm by his licking and she then played with his dick until it’s so engorged it hung down from him, long, huge, red and dripping.

Bert’s timing was perfect, she was just considering whether to try to masturbate him as she leaned over, her hand wrapped around the dog’s cock. At that moment, Bert opened the door. She looked up, the blood draining from her face as she saw him standing there. The girl let go of Charlie and leaped to her feet, quite forgetting that she only had on a T-shirt, which was short and only came to just below her navel. Rachel visibly shook as Bert looked at Charlie and his obvious excitement and then at her and her nudity. She vainly covered her thick patch of dark brown hair at her crotch.

“What…what are you doing with my dog?” Bert asked with as much authority and shock as he could muster.

Rachel stood stuttering, not making any sense. Then he said words he knew would make her subservient.

“Wait till I tell your father about this,” Bert said quietly to achieve as much impact as he could.

Rachel stood, looking crushed, and he nearly felt sorry for her and wondered whether kindness might achieve the same end he had in mind.

“Please, please, please, don’t tell anyone,” Rachel said in a tiny voice.

“Well, I don’t know…” Bert said, opening the next phase of bargaining.

She reacted, realizing that perhaps there might be a chance he would not tell. In her innocence, she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes, and her whole body trembling slightly. The girl’s pert, braless hidden breasts wobbling under the cotton as she stood there with one hand still covering her pubes. Bert stared at her, his mind in a whirl, having achieved exactly what he wanted he didn’t know what to do now. Elsie was downstairs, noises in the kitchen, he felt the moment of power escaping fast.

“I don’t know what my wife will say, I thought you were such a nice girl,” Bert said quietly, trying to regenerate some sort of fear in Rachel again.

Rachel stood staring at him wide-eyed and mouth agape. Her shaking had now stopped with the initial shock of discovery passing. If Bert told his wife, that would be bad enough, but if her father found out, that would be her worst nightmare. Rachel’s mind was racing, trying to see a way out, an escape, a solution. The girl wondered what Bert was like. Most men fancied her, she knew what power she possessed as a young girl, and perhaps he might? Maybe he would forget what he had seen if she agreed to something he wanted.

The girl swallowed at the thought of Bert fucking her, there’s a big difference in their ages. Nice enough looking, hair receding, but curly and still blonde to gray. The man’s teeth are uneven with gaps, and his chin receded. His body showed mature deterioration, tummy, and wrinkled. Nevertheless, he was tall and still muscular.

Bert hadn’t shown any interest in her at all, just the opposite, in fact. He hadn’t even really looked at her the way she knew men did, and she stood trembling before the old man almost naked and he hadn’t made any advances. Perhaps, if she… ‘Oh God,’ she thought, to compound her folly by suggesting he might like to fuck her. Rachel felt true desperation at the situation.

“Please don’t tell anyone, I’ll…” her voice trailed away.

“You’ll what?” Bert asked tersely, wondering what she was going to say.

She looked up at him, those large brown eyes brimming with tears, the lower lip quivering, arms shaking with absolute panic.

“I’ll do whatever you want…anything…” she whispered.

“What would I want to do?”
Bert’s mind filling with the thoughts of holding those hips from behind and entering that delicious bottom, pumping into her hairy cunt, those sweet lips he hadn’t seen close up, around his shaft, his mind darting everywhere thinking of the dog doing to her what it did to Elsie. His erection is growing all the while as he stood there.

Rachel stares at him blankly. Didn’t he understand? Didn’t he want to? Most men did, perhaps he’s religious? Rachel Coxon doesn’t know what to think. Then she saw him smile, it was a dirty, evil smile and a quick glance at his groin at the growing bulge revealed the truth.

Bert’s mind worked fast, as he listened and heard the front door slam. Elsie was going to the shops. He undid his belt, his grubby DIY jeans dropping followed by his pants, his now erect penis springing out at her. Instantly, Rachel reached for it, holding it as she had held Charlie’s cock. She felt it swell and grow, slowly pumping it, and then she turned, sat on the bed, and watched as Bert locked the door. His aged genitals bouncing and wobbling in front of him as he returned, impressed the young girl. Bert grasped Charlie’s collar and pulled him, so the dog stood on the bed beside Rachel.

She needed both hands, one for each cock as she sat there with Bert standing, watching her, then he drew her mouth onto his erection. His hips thrust as he pushed into her making her gag on it. Rachel experienced Bert’s depravity to the full that afternoon, some she liked, other things seemed alien to her, she lost count of the number of orgasms she experienced, but one thought was uppermost in her mind; Her father, returning tomorrow, would never know.

The End.

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*This story has been edited to make it more readable, but the original plot and narrative remains the same.

 

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