Hot Sheets (12 page)

"Please,
stop!" she gasped as the tails cracked loudly across her burning
flesh again. "Please, please stop!"

"This is your
souvenir!" Mike laughed, bringing the whip down relentlessly.

"No, please! I
can't stand it!"

"Of course you
can! You'll soon come to love it!"

Twisting and
pulling on the princess's sore nipples, Paul and Dave reached
between her splayed thighs, each driving two fingers into her
drenched pussy sheath. Crudely giving her highness a double
finger-fucking, stretching her love hole wide open, they tugged
harder on her distended milk teats, pulling her painfully abused
breasts into taut cones of flesh as she cried out in her sexual
pain and pleasure.

"Oh, one's
arriving! One's arriving!" she wailed as the leather tails struck
her crimson, weal-lined bottom cheeks. Her naked body shaking, she
gasped as her orgasm welled from the depths of her pelvis and
exploded within her throbbing clitoris. Her cunt gripping the men's
thrusting fingers, her bottom hole oozing with sperm, she rolled
her eyes as her sadistic climax crashed through her tethered body,
taking her to her new-found sexual heaven.

Gasping,
semiconscious in her coming, she hung limp over the padded bar as
Mike finally discarded the whip and Paul and Dave withdrew their
cunny-wet fingers from her fiery pussy hole. One last fuck? Mike
contemplated, mesmerised by her glistening anal entrance. His penis
solid, wavering from side to side as he stood behind the princess,
he pressed his swollen glans against the delicate brown tissue
surrounding her tight rectal entrance. Grabbing her hips, he
propelled his knob deep inside her arse, bloating her pelvic cavity
as she gasped in her sexual frenzy. His swinging balls slapping her
bulging cunt lips as he repeatedly thrust his shaft into her
trembling body, he quickened his rhythm, his second coming nearing
as his glans glided over her hot inner flesh.

"Here it
comes!" he breathed, his belly loudly slapping her crimson
buttocks.

"Oh, oh!"
Elizabeth gasped, her face flushing as her elegant form rocked with
the anal fucking. "Oh, it's heavenly! Please, don't stop!"

"Don't worry,
I won't!"

His sperm
lubricating the debauched union, Mike grimaced, driving his
orgasming cockhead deep into her bowels to the accompaniment of
Paul's and Dave's sniggers. On and on he fucked her tight arsehole,
filling her hot bowels with his second load of spunk, his balls
slapping her sex-juiced cunt lips. Spanking her stinging buttocks
with the palm of his hand as he made his last anal thrusts, Mike
finally stilled his throbbing knob, his shaft stretching the tight
sheath to her inner core as she hung limp, gasping, exhausted.

Slowly
withdrawing his penis, he watched her anal ring close as his knob
emerged, sealing in his spunk. Releasing the abused woman, he
hauled her plundered body upright and lay her across the bed, her
vaginal crack gaping, glistening with illicit sex juices.

"Now what?"
Dave asked. "Another good fucking?"

"We'd better
leave her to rest," Mike decided, tugging his trousers up his legs.
"She's been well and truly fucked and whipped, she's in no fit
state for anymore yet."

"We'll give
her another three-hole rogering later!" Paul chuckled as he
dressed. "God, she was bloody good!"

"It's high
time we gave Trudie and Goldie a three-hole fucking!" Mike laughed.
"We don't take enough advantage of them. OK, I'd better go and see
what's going on downstairs."

"Christ, I've
got to think about the lunches!" Dave breathed. "With no
cooker..."

"It's your own
fault!" Mike growled. "And that reminds me, you owe me five hundred
quid."

Leaving the
protesting chef to dress Mike made his way to reception, his sticky
cock erect, in dire need again of his royal guest's snug anal
roost. Flopping into the chair behind the desk, he relaxed,
recalling the royal rump bent over the bar, Elizabeth's luscious
lips ballooning between her shapely thighs, her inner sex petals
protruding invitingly from her delicious girl slit. Shame she's
going home, he thought sadly. An exemplary employee for room
sixty-nine.

Breaking his base reverie, Mrs Squeezeasy emerged from the
bar, her long blonde hair tousled, alluring,
au naturel
. "All done!" she smiled.
"Everything's prick and sperm. Er, I mean, spick and span. I had to
spend several hours cleaning as the place needed a good going
over."

"Oh, good.
Where is everyone?"

"I met Trudie
and Goldie earlier. I think they're doing the rooms. They're nice
girls, aren't they?"

"Christ, they
know that someone has to be in reception at all times! Daft
bitches!"

"I said I'd
keep an eye on things. Oh, by the way, there's a man in the bar
waiting to see you. I couldn't find you so..."

"What does he
want, do you know?"

"He's a
priest, he didn't say what he wanted."

"A priest? Oh,
I wonder what a priest wants with me?"

"I don't know.
Right, I'll be going - I'll see you in the morning."

"OK, see you
tomorrow, Cecilia," Mike smiled, leaping up from the chair and
walking into the bar.

Eyeing the
middle-aged man in a cassock and dog collar, he frowned, wondering
again what he could want. The wedding on Saturday? Whatever it was,
he'd get rid of him, he decided. The last person he needed snooping
around his hotel was a bloody priest! Wandering over to the cleric,
he held out his hand.

"Good morning,
my name's Hunt, Mike Hunt. How can I help you?" he asked.

"I'm the
Reverend Hardick. I'm not quite sure how to put this," the holy man
began, shaking Mike's hand. "Haven't I seen you in the local
paper?"

"No, Father, I
can assure you that you have not seen me in the local paper."

"Oh, the
likeness is incredible!"

"Really?"

"Yes, it's
amazing. Anyway, a man came to confession."

"Oh, yes?"
Mike said, waving at the chair, inviting his visitor to sit. "What
about it?"

"He told me
that he'd committed a terrible sin."

I commit terrible sins daily
.
"Obviously, that's why he went to confession."

"He'd
committed a terrible sin with a girl."

Lucky sod
. "What has this got to do
with me, Father?" Mike asked as he sat facing the priest. "What's
the connection between this man's sin and me?"

"He said that
he'd been here, to your hotel. He's a plumber and..."

Bloody hell
. "Er... I'm sorry, I'm not
with you."

"Oh dear, this
isn't going to be easy. You see, as a man of the cloth, I have to
be very careful. The plumber... he said that he came here to repair
a burst pipe and... well, he had sex."

"Did he? This
is the first I've heard of the alleged act of wanton filth. I'm not
surprised he went to confession. He should be sent to burn in the
eternal fires of hell for his debauchery!"

"He said you
were there, in the room when he..."

"I'll have him
done over for slander, suggesting that I'm a voyeur! Roughed up and
flogged, even."

"He was quite
serious."

"I think he
must have been having you on, Father," Mike laughed nervously. "A
plumber having sex with a girl in my hotel? He was definitely
having you on."

"No, he
wasn't. I was wondering whether I could... as you'll appreciate, in
my position, it's not easy to..."

"What are you
trying to say?"

"I'd like to
spend some time with the girl."

"Oh, I see!"
Mike gasped in surprise. "Jesus fucking Christ! Sorry, I mean...
word travels fast."

"There is a
girl, then?"

"Yes, there
is. But I really don't think that... what about God?"

"What about
Him?"

"He'd be upset
if you interfered with a girl's privates."

"It's all
right, I won't tell Him about it."

"Hell hath no
fury like a God scorned, Father, you should know that."

"He'll
understand my carnal weakness. Please, would it be possible for me
to see her?"

"What sort of service is it that you require, exactly?"
A blow job?

"I just want
to look at her. I haven't seen a naked woman for twenty-odd years.
I just want to look, to admire the beauty of the naked female
form."

"Well, I
suppose that can be arranged. When did you have in mind?"

"Er... I have
a funeral later, so now, if it's possible."

"All right,
wait there and I'll see what I can do."

Slipping into
the foyer, Mike pictured the priest gazing at Trudie's vaginal
crack as she stretched her outer pussy lips apart and displayed her
intimate pink flesh to God's servant. Bet he'll want her to wank
him off, he mused, imagining the priest's spunk haloing the air and
baptising his cassock.

"Ah, Cecilia,
you're still here," he smiled as the young woman emerged from the
understairs cupboard clutching her panties. "I thought you'd gone.
Why have you taken your panties off?"

"They're
sopping wet."

"Oh,
right."

"I... I
overheard you and the priest."

"Oh!
Er..."

"I'll oblige,
if you'd like me to."

"Oblige?"

"Show him the
beauty of the naked female form. My naked female form is very
beautiful."

"Mrs
Squeezeasy! You didn't mention during your oral CV that you're a
prostitute!"

"I'm not a
prostitute! It's just that I'd like to show the priest my naked
body. As you know, I need money. How much would I get?"

"Well, I'm not
sure. As he only wants to look at you, I'll charge him thirty
pounds and you can have ten, OK?"

"Yes, fine!
Where shall we go?"

"Take him to
the fourth floor, room sixty-nine."

Mrs Squeezeasy
was proving to be more than just a damn good cleaner! Mike
reflected as she popped her head round the bar door and summoned
the priest. This was going to be a nice little earner - twenty
pounds for doing nothing! Again he thought about room sixty-nine,
the money it would spin. My saving grace! Winking at the priest as
the diverse blonde led him into the lift, Mike turned to Dave as he
leaped down the stairs into the foyer.

"Ah, there you
are!" he grinned. "Guess what, the cleaner has taken a priest up to
room sixty-nine to show him her fanny."

"What?" Dave
gasped. "A priest?"

"The new
cleaning woman, she... never mind. Where's Paul?"

"He went to
his room."

"He's not
drinking, is he?"

"I don't know
what he's doing."

"I'll bet he's
knocking back my vodka and wanking!"

"More than
likely! I'd better start thinking about lunch, I'll see you
later."

"Seeing as
there's no cooker, you'd better do a salad or something."

"Will do."

Smiling at the colonel and Miss Chaste as they mooched into
the bar grumbling about their breakfasts, Mike rubbed his hands
together. If room sixty-nine was a success, he could get rid of the
elderly residents.
Fill all the rooms with
horny young tarts and earn myself a bloody fortune!
So far, the only profit he'd made was a repaired
water pipe, and there was a miserable twenty pounds to come from
the priest. But the minute the advert was out things would change
dramatically, he reflected.
Gold coins from
heaven!

Dashing into the bar as Miss Chaste let out a blood curdling
scream, Mike imagined the sex-crazed colonel attacking the old bag,
tearing her bloomers off and fingering her slack pussy. He was
going to have to do something about the lecherous old sod.
Put bromide in his tea?

"What is it?"
he sighed, approaching the sofa to discover Miss Chaste trembling,
her face flushed. "Colonel, what have you done to the senile old...
to Miss Chaste?"

"Nothing, old
boy! Look at the TV, that's what's upsetting the old girl!"

"Jesus! What
the fucking hell..." Mike gasped, gazing at the crystal-clear
picture of Mrs Squeezeasy standing naked before the priest, her
fingers holding her sex slit wide open to expose her pinken inner
folds, her swollen clitoris.

"Dirty videos,
what!" the colonel chuckled. "By gad, those were the days! Just
look at the sex crack on the dirty little hussy!"

"It's
disgusting!" Miss Chaste cried as the priest lifted his cassock and
Mrs Squeezeasy grabbed his erect organ, retracting his foreskin to
reveal his glistening purple plum. "Please, turn it off!"

"By gad, she's
kneeling down and giving him a blow job!" the colonel laughed.

"Colonel,
please!" Mike cried. "There's a woman present!"

"Yes, and the
way she's sticking her rear end out, I can see right up her cock
hole! By Jove, what a beautiful sight! Do you know, back in
forty-six, or was it forty-eight?"

Ambushing the
TV set, Mike apologised to Miss Chaste, assuring the distraught
woman that he'd complain to the TV station as he dashed out of the
room and bounded upstairs. Paul was the culprit, he was sure. He'd
obviously nicked a video camera from the local supermarket and,
rather than install it in room eleven, he'd hidden it in the sex
room.

"Paul!" Mike
yelled, hammering on the barman's door. "Open the door, you piss
headed wanker of a mother fucker!"

"Oh!" an old
woman gasped as she hobbled down the hall with her Zimmer
frame.

"Who are you?"
Mike asked angrily. "What do you want? You're not staying here, are
you?"

"No, I'm not.
I was looking for a friend."

"You won't
find any friends here, go and look in another hotel! What do you
think this is, a fucking nursing home? Get out of here before I
yank your tits off!"