Grand : by © Hamilton Joyce M+F MM FF MF+ wife

'One thing about the Grand is the quality of the staff!'

'Don't tell me! I could see you drooling over him!'

'And you too!' She reached down under the covers. 'I thought so! Hard as a 
steel rod. And I bet it was him, not me!'

'You're enough to give anyone a hard-on. I can't believe how lucky I am 
sometimes.' He reached over and slipped a hand down the pink bra-top she 
was wearing. 'But yes. I must admit he gave me some ideas.'

They were discussing the waiter who had just left the breakfast tray on a large 
table under the window. About eighteen, latin, slim but muscular. A 
smouldering volcano. In his Grand uniform you could see his bulge under the 
tight, fitted pantaloons. You could even guess he was cut, from its shape. It hid 
little. His chest and shoulders were flattered by the tight waistcoat. Doubtless 
that was the uniform designer's intention. Many guests, of both sexes, 
fantasised over servants in this garb. And at the Grand, often more than 
fantasised.

'I don't mind. I go both ways too, as you well know.' She  leaned over and 
kissed him, releasing his cock from her grip. She slid down the bed, covers 
kicked off now. 'I could fancy him, too. You know I like them young!' Her 
hand slid down into her panties, and caressed her slit. She shut her eyes. 'Yes! 
I really could!' 

He watched a moment. She suddenly stopped her solitary pleasure. 'Let's have 
him! I'll seduce him, and then you can have him . Play the outraged husband! 
Ring down and get him up again.'

He dialed room service. 'There wasn't enough butter on the breakfast tray. 
Could you send up some more, please. Thankyou!'

'Butter! I ask you! Good. Now you disappear to the bathroom! Let me come 
once.'

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She had slipped off her skimpy undies, and had the sheet pulled up to her 
shoulders when the young man came in, carrying a silver tray with a knob of 
butter on a small plate. She had made sure her nipples showed well through 
the white sheet! He took the tray over to the table.

'Put it by the bed, here, please.' As she leaned over to remove books, tissues 
etc from the bedside table, her sheet slipped down revealing her matchless 
breasts. He had a sudden, fleeting glimpse of red-brown nipples, and full 
rounded, white flesh.

'Oops!' She pulled the sheet up again, but her guile was rewarded by the 
obvious erection under his tight, black trousers. As he stood by the bed, she 
grabbed him , arms round his back, on his bum, pulling him onto her waiting 
face, nuzzling him through his trousers. He smelt of aftershave and soap!

For a moment it seemed he would protest. But, skilled , she had his flies open 
and his cock out. Hands back to his firm, athletic arsecheeks, she took him into 
her mouth, deep, sucking, licking. He sighed. struck speechless. Her mouth 
was warm, wet, willing!

Still sucking on his knob, she undid the clasp on his trousers, and pulled them 
down over his young legs, till they dropped to his ankle. He was long! Longer 
than her Sam. And broad. Though not broader than Sam. There was room for 
her to grip him in one hand while moving her head back and forth on his cock. 
Her free hand was in the cleft of his buttocks, pulling him into her, fingers 
probing his tight, hairless bottom hole. She looked up at him. He wanted to 
feel her tits, but as she lay he couldn't reach. He held her head in both hands, 
blonde hair slipping under his palms, and controlled the rhythm of her 
gobbling.

She reached for the side-table, and dipped her fingers in the butter, which had 
softened in the heat of the bedroom. She transferred a dollop into the crease of 
his arse, and rubbed it up and down. Noticeably, his thrusts into her mouth 
increased in intensity as she let her index finger tap on his tight-closed anus. 
Then she slipped it in. He gave a gasp, but still shagged her mouth as she 
gently masturbated his bottom hole. She had a clear impression that this was a 
new experience for him.

Two fingers now, and really it was the impetus of his eager thrusts that was 
moving his arse over her fingers. Her man was going to enjoy this well-oiled, 
well-prepared, silky-soft ring!
She would have to be careful he didn't come in her mouth, too quick. The plan 
was for her man to 'discover' them in the very act of fucking. And in any case 
she wanted this virile young cock in her before giving him over to be 
buggered.

She tasted a drop of cum! It was time. 'I want you in bed with me. I want you 
to fuck me. Naked!' She could see her man peeping round the edge of the 
bathroom door. Above all else...or nearly everything else... he enjoyed seeing 
his woman being shagged, especially by one of her handsome young admirers.

Hurriedly the boy stripped off, his stiff cock at right angles in front of him. 
What a contrast between the smooth, boyish body and the rigid, threatening 
prick. Between the olive skin of his belly and bottom, and the redness of his 
knob. She felt a surge of excitement as he finally pulled his undervest up over 
his head, exposing his chest.
                                                                                    
It was difficult for her to resist reaching down and tweaking her clit. But she 
did resist and instead reached up with both arms, inviting him to lay with her. 

Her husband was standing in the open doorway of the bathroom now. His wife 
could see him, and it was adding excitement to her caressing of the young 
man's smooth body as he leant over her. In the doorway he was motionless, 
except for his cock , which was gradually thickening, lengthening, and rising 
as he watched his wife accept this lover. He was kneeling between her legs 
now, and she held his stiff cock , placing it between her cunt lips, pressed 
against the nub of her clit. With the other hand she stretched the lips and 
closed them over the knob. The boy groaned in pleasure. Now she was moving 
the knob the length of her lips, still holding them closed over it. Three or four 
times she did this, before allowing the knob, now thoroughly lubricated, to 
penetrate her.

As he felt her warm wetness enclose him, he pulled her up to him, his arms 
round her back, pulling her tits, so full and firm, against his smooth chest. Her 
husband could see her fingers, on his bottom, make dimples in the olive 
skinned arsecheeks as she, too, pulled herself onto him. As he drove his first 
thrust home, she squealed with pleasure, and they fell, her backwards onto the 
bed, he forwards onto her plump tits.

He was going at it hard now, and her panting, groaning and obscene muttering 
showed he was arousing her. From the doorway the boy's oh-so-desirable arse 
moved with each thrust. Muscles clenched, closing his cleft as he drove it in, 
but opening to reveal the butter-annointed, gleaming arsehole as he withdrew. 
It twinkled and winked at him as he watched, his cock out straight in front of 
him, untouched and unwanked.

His wife was coming, announcing her orgasm in little, squeaking cries of 
encouragement. Her orgasm was just dying away, when her new lover spurted 
his hot, vigorous cum into her. As the boy's arse juddered and writhed with the 
orgasm, her husband entered the room and stood by the bed, between the bed 
and the wardrobe mirror. Neither of the temporarily satisfied couple noticed 
him till he spoke.

'Had a nice fuck then. Enjoyed shagging my wife have you?'

'Heavens! My husband!'

The young man stopped squeezing her tits, which he had been doing till he 
heard those ominous words, and hurriedly pulled out his still-hard, glistening 
cock.

'Wet dick! I'm not pleased with you, boy. I see from these..' He lifted the 
uniform pantaloons with a toe and dropped them...'that my wife has been 
shagged by a hotel waiter. I should complain to the management, I feel.'

His stern words would have been even more effective were it not for the great 
stiff cock, and the obvious pleasure he took in posing in front of the mirror, 
with that huge erection.

'No, darling! He is so beautiful! And they would certainly sack him!'

'Please sir. Let me off. She was naked and so beautiful! And they would send 
me back to Uruguay if no job.'

'I know she's beautiful when she's naked. No need to tell me that, cheeky boy. 
' He leaned down and caressed one of her tits, and then , as if with a second 
thought rested his hand on the boy's thigh. 

His wife looked at him, at the boy, and took her cue. 'Angel! Angel, give 
yourself to my husband, and then he will be equal, revenged. Look , he's a fine 
man. Give yourself to him.' Her husband was caressing the boy's bottom now. 
His 'consent' to this suggestion was only too obvious.

'Kneel, boy.'

'Oh, sir, I couldn't!'

'Uruguay!'

The boy knelt in the centre of the bed. A picture of desirable , young, muscled 
love-toy.She arranged herself so the lad's face was resting on her breasts. Her 
husband knelt behind, and without greasing up....there was plenty of butter-oil 
in the crease of the arse offered up to him...placed his knob exactly in the hole. 
He reached underneath and grasped the boy's cock in one hand, and his balls 
in the other. He pulled the boy onto him as he forced his cock into the clearly 
virgin bottom hole. The boy yelled with momentary pain, but the noise was 
partially smothered by the breasts.

Within seconds the boy was moving in rhythm with the trusting prick, a sure 
sign he was finding pleasure in this, his first penetration. Indeed, he had never 
known pleasure like it...the firm grasp of his buttocks by one hand, the 
fondling of his cock by the other, the feel of muscled, hairy thighs against his 
smooth buttocks. He had a sudden realisation that , if not gay, he was at least 
bisexual. This submission to a muscular, dominant, and very handsome man, 
was different from fucking a girl....but just as exciting. He could feel he was in 
danger of coming, and disengaged his face from the tits, nipples he had been 
nibbling. 

He couldn't stop it. He was coming. He yelled his pleasure, and his lover felt 
his hand suddenly covered with cum, sure proof of the success of his fucking.

He held the throbbing cock until all the cum had been milked out, then wiped 
his hand on the smooth , white arse. Now it was time for him. He thrust deeper 
and harder, lightly spanking the buttocks with each thrust. He felt the orgasm 
mounting, until, with several draining spurts he emptied himself into the eager, 
satisfied bottom.

 His wife laughed. 'I love to watch you boys fucking. You're so serious about 
it!'

They lay a few moments...the boy with his eyes shut and a smile on his face. 
He was still hard!

He opened his eyes as he felt a mouth enclose his cock, teasing it to full 
erection. It was his lover of a moment or two before. He moved so the man's 
limp cock was available for him, and took it in his mouth.

It was the man's turn to laugh. 'Not for an hour or so I'm afraid. Not like you 
sixteen year olds. I tell you what though. Because you've been such a good 
fuck, and to show you you're bi...like me and my wife...I'll offer you my 
wife's lovely tight little arsehole! How would you like that?'

'Don't ask me whether I want...' She wasn't really complaining. That was 
clear as she was applying butter to her smooth arsehole, and working it in, 
before laying on her belly, her cunt and arse raised by the bending of one 
shapely leg under her.

Her man lay back admiring the energy with which the young latino shagged 
her, and the enthusiasm with which she received his cock. He started half-
kneeling behind her, and her man could see the shaft penetrate, and then force 
home. Her hand crept under her body and he saw it start to tickle her clit 
before the boy collapsed on her arse, removing the view.

It wouldn't be long, he thought, as her little squeaking cries and pants were 
replaced by the noisier sounds of her orgasm. The boy was  grunting hard, and 
it was obvious from his contorted face when he came.

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Next morning he rang down for their breakfast tray, and went through to the 
bathroom to run his shower.

She lay under the bedclothes, dozing, hoping young Angel would again bring 
their morning treat.

A knock. 'Enter!' It was not Angel. A trim black girl deposited the tray on the 
table and drew the curtains.

She sat up in bed, giving  the maid a fleeting glimpse of her breasts before 
pulling the sheet up over them.

'Not bad!' the maid thought, and she could still see the shape of the breasts, 
and especially the hard nipples through the sheet. She bent over to pick up a 
fallen napkin....quite deliberately giving the guest an equally fleeting view of 
her long, ebony legs and the dazzling white of her panties , tight over her 
crotch.

'Not bad!' the other thought as she looked at the girl. The sunlight streaming 
through the window now the curtains were opened silhouetted the girl, shone 
through her light, nylon housecoat, showing the shape of her hips and legs. 
'Not bad!' And she came to a decision.
As she reached for her purse on the bedside table, again her lovely breasts 
revealed. She took a bill out of the red leather wallet and laid it on the bedside 
table . 

'There's a fifty says you slip that coat off and slip into bed with me for a few 
minutes....'

The maid giggled and came over to the bed. She took the red note and slipped 
it into her coat pocket . She thought to herself, 'I'd have this one for free. But 
fifty's fifty!' And she slipped her coat off. She always wore good 
lingerie....though more often it was a man than a woman guest who had the 
benefit of it! She slipped her tits out of the white bra before reaching round to 
unclasp it. She smiled at the girl on the bed, who had thrown the covers off. 

'You're lovely!'

'And you're not bad either, maam!'

In the shower, he was just drying off, and could hear them talking. Gingerly he 
moved the door an inch and peeped through the gap. The maid saw the door 
move, but gave no sign. She could see from the room that there had been a 
man there, and now knew where he was! Well, she'd give him a show too. she 
turned so he would get her breasts in profile as she leaned over to unclasp the 
stockings. Slowly she rolled one stocking down, and then the other. He was 
hard. On the bed his woman could feel her cuntlips plumping, her clit 
hardening, and her juices flowing.

The girl kept her knickers on as she stood, ready, by the bed.

'Here! Beside me. Kiss me.' 

She knelt beside the woman, who was still reclining against the thick pillows. 
Their tongues touched. Their lips met. The blonde's tongue penetrated the 
black girl's mouth, and her hands grasped the firm, almost muscular hips. 

'What's your name?'

'Lizzie.'

'Kneel down, Lizzie.' As she spoke she was forcing the girl over , so her 
bottom was exposed to her man's view. she carressed the round , firm buttocks 
, kneading them through the slippery satin. Then she eased the the panties 
down till they stretched across plump cunt lips. Her arse and cuntlips were 
naked of any hair. Bare. Just how she and Sam really liked them. Certainly 
best for sucking! She lowered her lips to the girl's other lips, and planted a 
kiss, before slipping her tongue into the scarcely-open slit. The smooth 
arsehole was very tempting, but it was into the salty-sweet vagina she slipped 
her tongue. The lovely arse wriggled under her. The panties were getting in her 
way, effectively denying her the girl's clit as she knelt there. She tried to pull 
them further down...they wouldn't come, as her legs were splayed.

The black girl rolled over., and raised her arse. Now they came off! Slipping 
down over smooth, athletic thighs.

They kissed again, mouth on eager mouth, hands learning the contours of each 
others' bodies. Though young, the maid had had so many bodies to play with 
like this. Suddenly she thought how strange it was that they were all different, 
to the feel as well as to the eye. And yet, all so similar. With this thought, she 
reached down and felt the familiar nub of the blonde's clit, while she gently 
tweaked a rose-red nipple  with her pursed lips.

Seconds later they were in the classic position for mutual satisfaction. From 
his doorway, Sam watched as  his wife pulled the girl on top of her and buried 
her face between those lithe, brown cheeks, spreading the lips so he could see 
the pink within, shining and gleaming as his wife tongued her. And was 
tongued in her turn! He couldn't see this part of the action, but the way the 
coloured girl's head moved, and the wriggles and heaves of his wife's body 
under her made it clear she too was getting a good licking. She came first, but 
only seconds before the girl.

They lay motionless. Both had their eyes closed. Both were smiling.

He came up to the bed, and reached out to fondle the ebony bum. The girl 
started. His wife opened her eyes, and before  the girl could protest, spoke. 
'And another fifty if my man can have you.'

No reply, but no protest. In fact you could almost see her bottom move 
provocatively under his palm. Both hands, now, in fact. Shit! What a lovely 
arse, he thought. He rolled her over, off his wife, and onto her back. She lay 
there, her legs spread, her lips and clit swollen from his wife's loving 
attentions. He reached down and one hand on her breast the other rubbed at her 
clit, and then up and down in the slit, transferring  her juices from her cunt to 
her arse.

'Well, if that's what he wants, that's all right by me,' she thought, raising her 
bottom a bit so his now-lubricated index finger could enter her.

His cock followed where his finger had led. She was relaxed, and easy for him 
to penetrate. It was almost as if she was drawing him into her, as she raised her 
hips to meet his first long, slow, regular thrust. Her tiny, high-pitched squeal 
was of pleasure, he decided , not pain. This would be a good one! What a 
delight to have an eager arse under your cock! An experienced and willing 
arse!  She was fingering her clit now as he penetrated and withdrew, slow and 
measured. Each thrust in was met by her hips, and each withdrawal with that 
strange little squeak...all very stimulating.
                                                                                  
He found himself wishing he hadn't jerked his prick while watching them 
from the bathroom. It was going to be difficult to make this last. He tried 
disengaging his mind from the shagging...thinking about the meeting on 
Monday. Nothing less exciting than that! It worked for a moment or two, but 
then she started to come, her busy finger flying up and down over her clit. He 
looked down at that, and could feel her orgasm as spasms ran through her 
body, making her contract on his cock, squeezing it, milking him. It was too 
much! He stopped trying to make it last and let himself go with huge, hard 
thrusts timed with the arching of her belly towards him. 

As the hot cum jetted into her, she thought to herself ' A hundred for two 
orgasms with two beautiful yuppies! Not bad for a working girl.'

As soon as he withdrew she got up from the bed, wiping the cum from her arse 
on a bedsheet. 'Fuck!' she thought, 'I've been here twenty minutes! Have to 
run!' She was dressing as the blonde reached in her purse, and peeled off 
another note, laying it on the bedside breakfast tray.

'Can't you stay for another!'

'More than my job's worth,  Maam. Much as I'd like too . That was good!'

'I was disappointed when it wasn't Angel this morning....but not now.  How 
about both of you bringing us our breakfast tomorrow...that's our last day 
here'

'Poor Angel! He got the sack yesterday morning.' She slipped the second fifty 
into her pocket with the first. 'The manager found him asleep....must have 
been just after he left you! But there's another very nice boy I could bring 
along. Only don't exhaust him too. Good jobs with good tips and extras are 
hard to come by here. Especially the extras'

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