The Spire Hotel

A late-night call turns into hard discipline. Spanking, rough thrusts, and a creampie finish right next to her parents' room.

My name is Cesar De La Cruz. I work at a vacation resort hotel called The Spire. Why? Fuck if I know. I have always thought it was a stupid name, but nobody asked me. The Guests seem to be of the same opinion when they see me doing maintenance. A few start some conversation and a common question is…

"So what's up with the name?"

I shrug and say, "Fuck if I know."

That shocks them. They never expect the fuck. I don't much care. I've been working at the Spire for damn near the last decade. It's a job. It may even be a good job. It has benefits and, generally, I get my own schedule. The boss doesn't much care when things get done so long as they do get done.

I have my protege, young Ron. He's a lot like me. Young, dumb, and not much better to do than to pay his bills. He fills in on the days I don't feel like going in.

Working at a vacation resort is interesting. You get all sorts of folks from all walks of life… Mostly upscale. Sometimes you do get the folk who saved up to visit, but often times they're rich.

A fun thing about rich folk and their women is they're looking for a good time, and they're willing to do a lot of weird shit to have it. A lot of these women come on these vacations and they have their massages and retreat moments, and they may have their husbands and kids, but they come here to be different. They want to be unlike they are back home and sometimes that means they want a good fuck.

Women of all ages. I guess the old adage that women aren't horny just isn't true. They're horny and sometimes desperate to get a fuck. The number of infidelities I've helped commit… Well, they probably guarantee I'm going to hell.

***

"Do you ever get bored working here?" Ron asked.

"Bored? There is always something or somebody to do."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Somebody?"

I paused at his comment. "You're telling me you haven't slept with a guest?" His eyes opening up answered the question. "Seriously? They're yours for the taking."

"Since when?"

I sighed. "You have to pick up on signals."

"Like what?"

"You ever been in a room with one of these women and they say, 'man I'm so bored!'"

"That's not a signal."

I groaned. "Do you want them to drop on their knees and immediately suck your dick?"

He considered. "I would actually."

"No–that's not… They won't do that Ron."

"They should."

"That isn't what this conversation is about. These women are rich. Subtle. You have to pick up on the signals."

"You're bullshitting me."

"I am not bullshitting you."

"When's the last time you slept with a Guest?"

"Last night."

"No you didn't."

"Believe what you want."

"Show me."

***

Ron was leaned up against the wall. He peeked out towards the pool.

"You did not sleep with her."

I shrugged. "Believe what you want."

"She is a blonde goddess–I mean… How old is she?"

I shrugged.

"At most twenty-one."

"You don't think twenty-one year olds are horny?"

"Not for you. A thirty year old man."

"They're horny for dick and novelty."

"Yeah, right." Ron admired her from afar.

I looked down and could see he was sporting a chubby. "In public?"

He covered his crotch with one hand. "I'm imagining pulling her into the storage closet and boning the shit out of her." He looked at me with admiration. "If you nailed her… God damn." He looked back at her. "She has big tits too. Shit."

"You could have been doing it too but you're an idiot."

"Nah, I don't believe you. Sleep with her."

"I can't do that on command."

"Go talk to her then."

Her father and mother were sitting next to her languishing in the sun.

"She's with her family."

Ron laughed. "Bullshit."

"Believe what you want."

I thought for a moment. "She has her own room. I can say I forgot to tune something in her AC and maybe I can nail her again."

Ron's hand was still over his crotch.

"Do it."

***

My watch read 9pm. Ron was on the other side of the courtyard. His face had a wicked smile. He was rooting for me. Or he expected I would crash and burn and my presumed ruse would be up.

I knocked on the door. It took a minute before she opened up wearing a bathrobe. She had an hourglass figure and although the robe covered up her breasts there was an obvious curve… Her face was cleared of makeup, there were small imperfections. Red spots, tiny freckles, but god that only made her more beautiful.

"Cesar?" She looked confused.

"Hi Melissa, I know it is late but I think I forgot to finish calibrating your AC."

She looked back into her room. "It has been feeling fine."

I ignored her comment. "Can I come in to check?"

"Sure, sure." She stepped aside and closed the door behind us. She walked in front of me and fell backwards to sit on her bed. Her face was blank but slowly broke into a smile. "Is this really about the AC?"

"Huh?" I had opened the AC panel and was poking around inside of it.

"I'm not dumb Cesar." She brushed her hair behind her ear. "We had a good time, didn't we?"

I smiled only slightly, a little shy. "Oh yeah, lots of fun."

Melissa grabbed the left shoulder of her robe and let it drop. This revealed the top of her breasts.

"Were you hoping for more?"

My tools were on the floor. I stared at them, then rubbed the back of my head.

"What kind of man would say no?"

Her voice was nearly a whisper. "A stupid one." She shook her other shoulder and the robe fell. Now her breasts were both exposed. Nice, big, and perky.

"Fuck Melissa…"

"Come on…" She stood up and approached me, letting the robe fall away completely.

I bit my bottom lip and admired her perfect nude body. She had freckles on her stomach that hid when you weren't looking. I loved the look of her pale skin contrasted by the warm recessed lighting.

She pressed her chest into me. "My parents are in the room right next to us…" Her finger ran down my chest.

"Won't they hear?"

Melissa leaned in. "I want them to." Her lips cradled next to my ear.

I dropped the act of being shy or afraid, or that I had not come here for this very reason. I placed my hands on her hips and my lips touched hers. It was a slow start. Our lips met, then pulled away. We did so a few times, but then our mouths opened until we were locked tongue on tongue. I grabbed Melissa's ass and pulled her closer to me.

"Come on, fuck me." She whispered.

Her body stumbled backwards as I forced her onto the bed. I stood up and threw my clothes aside. She had placed her index finger in her mouth and bit down with a smile on her face.

"I was hoping you'd be back," She said. "You were so much fun."

I crawled forward onto the bed. I kissed her lower stomach and moved my lips up the length of her body.

"God damn it," I muttered. "You're gorgeous."

My hands started on her waistline and moved up to her breast. I cupped them in my hands and leaned down to take her nipples in my mouth. I pressed my cheek against her chest and rubbed while I sucked her nipples. She moaned beneath me and held my head close to her.

"Yes Cesar." Her chest pressed upward into me. "Yes!" She was starting to get loud. "Do you like my tits, huh?"

"Yes." I buried my face back in her supple chest and ground my lower body against hers. My cock rubbed onto her pussy lips and a jolt of excitement went through me.

My lips found their way to her mouth and we french kissed. Our bodies started to glisten from the heat of our kissing. I grasped one breast and used my other hand to grasp my cock.

"I want to fuck you."

"Please," she shouted. "Fuck me!"

I wanted to tell her to shut up, but in that moment I was more interested in fucking her cunt than I was her parents hearing.

The head of my cock was against her pussy, I gripped her thigh and lifted her leg up and pressed my shoulder into it. I slid into her and moaned loudly.

"Fuck! You're so fucking tight."

Melissa wrapped a hand around my head. She pulled me in so our foreheads were meeting. This girl was flexible.

"Fuck me. Fuck my young cunt."

My thrusting was slow. She whimpered each thrust.

"Good girl. Take it."

"Yes. Yes."

Her theatrics began once I had picked up a consistent pace. Our bodies slapped together. She let out a loud gasp with each impact. Our lips were mashed together, then she locked her legs around my waist. Her pussy pushed up into me.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" It was a screech.

I slapped her face and closed my fingers on her chin. "The whole hotel is going to hear us."

"Good." She grasped my face and kissed me.

I slapped her and watched her cheek turn red, then pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. I leaned forward and ran my hands along her beautiful back. Her muscles were visible as she shifted her ass and arms.

As I watched and admired her, she crawled forward and placed both her hands on the headboard.

"Fuck me."

They were the kind of instructions no man could refuse.

I placed both hands on her ass and squeezed. They left a red imprint where I had grasped her.

"Fuck…" I spanked her once, then twice. She yelped each time and louder. I kept going until her ass was completely red.

"Don't stop."

I pulled her hair, "Did I say I was going to?"

"No," she said weakly.

With her skin red, I grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. It was wet and warm and absolutely perfect for me.

I spanked her again and she yelled. "Daddy!"

"Call me daddy again." Another smack against her nubile skin, and a thrust.

"Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me."

I placed my hands on her hips and thrust balls deep inside of her. Her tightness filled me with pleasure and each thrust slammed her head into the headboard, and that against the wall.

I became more aggressive and fucked her harder. We each made as much noise as possible. Between my thrusts and spanks, the desperate fucks and, 'good girls,' neither of us stopped.

The headboard hit and rebounded and she was gasping and screaming so much I was scared she would lose her voice.

"I'm going to cum." I bottomed out inside of her.

She turned to face me and grabbed my head. We kissed deeply. She yelled loudly, "Cum in me, Daddy!"

It was the perfect invitation. I pulled out and slammed back into her, my body convulsed and I fell into her back. My cum shot out in small bursts as her pussy clamped around my cock.

"Fuck! You're so tight! Take my babies."

"Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Get me pregnant."

"Yes!"

I finally stopped. We both fell on our backs onto the bed.

"Oh shit, Cesar," she said happily. "That was so good." Then, absentmindedly, "I bet they could hear everything."

I laughed at the possibility that they didn't.

It wasn't a minute before she looked around. "So, uh, are we good? Is my AC fixed?"

I had to stop myself from grimacing. "Yes."

I stood up and dressed myself. "It was good seeing you, Melissa."

She didn't respond. I buckled my pants and smiled. She was glued to her phone. She didn't look at me as I turned to leave.

Outside, I looked around the courtyard. It was empty. No sign of Ron, or anybody for that matter.

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