Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 01:37:50 +0100 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: St. Moritz--Badrutt?s Palace Hotel Chapter 6 St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter Six While watching for John to arrive, I finished my first glass of Champagne. I decided to have another and reached for the bottle. Before I could get hold of it, the barman had come over, picked up the bottle, and poured my second glass. After he finished pouring, he inquired if I needed anything more. I told him no, and he made his way back to the bar. I always enjoyed how attentive the staff at Badrutt's was to John and me. We had been coming here for years, ever since John's business had become a success. I never realized how lucrative the financial field could be. John had gained a reputation for insisting on excellent service, as well as being a very generous man when it came to gratuities. As I looked up from my Champagne glass, I caught sight of the service car pulling up in front of the hotel. The doorman reacted swiftly, opening the door just as the car stopped. I saw John extrcating himself from the vehicle. At 191cm and 92kg, John was a tall, imposing man. He had a large bone structure, and the muscles of a man who visited the gym several times a week. He visited the salon monthly, have his hair styled, and getting a manicure and pedicure. When working or entertaining clients, he always wore an Armani suit. His philosophy was that in order to be successful, one must look successful at all times. I made my way to the entryway, and met John as he came through the doors. He spotted me, and gave me his best ear-to-ear smile. That smile made my insides melt. He stepped up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He had changed into his apré ski clothes, which told me he had showered and changed clothes at the ski resort. He asked if I was ready for lunch, and I told him, with a coy smile, I was ready for anything he wanted to do. He took my hand, and we walked over to the restaurant. The maître d'hôtel greeted John by name as we approached him. He took us immediately to our table, which had a magnificent view of the lake. By the time he seated us, the waiter was arriving with our drinks. John was having his usual martini, and my bottle of Champagne from the lobby found its way to the table. Within minutes, asparagus crudités were on the table. John always enjoyed the fresh asparagus. When the waiter came to take our order, John decided on the duck confit with pommes de terre à la sarladaise. The potatoes were prepared with truffles and duck fat, and were one of John's favorites. I opted for the Salade Niçoise since I am always dieting. John finished his martini, and before he could put the glass down, the barman was delivering another. We talked about how our mornings had been, John telling me how much he enjoyed his skiing adventure and how much I had enjoyed my morning shower. He told me he wished we could do this more often, but the business needed his constant attention. He then mentioned that he had met a German ski instructor named Günther while at the ski resort. He told me that he was a very pleasant man, well built, and friendly. I told him I had always fancied German men and found them most interesting. John then asked if I thought I could manage a ménage a trios with him after lunch. His request did not surprise me, as we believed in an open relationship and I always accommodated John's requests for ménage a trois. Lunch arrived, and while eating, I asked John a few questions about Günther. John told me he was the quintessential Aryan boy. He described him as blonde-haired and blue-eyed nineteen years old... John told me he met him in the shower, and that he was uncircumcised with an average sized phallus of about 15cm. While finishing lunch, I told John that if he wanted to have Günther join us, I had no objection. A little German dessert was always a good thing. John signed the cheque, and we headed up to our room. On the way to the room, John called Günther on his cell phone and invited him over. Apparently, Günther was quite pleased and indicated he would be right over. When we got to the room, I noticed that Jacques had replaced yesterday's flowers with new, fresh ones. Housekeeping knew to change the sheets daily, as I did not want to find dried semen on them when I got into bed. The femme de chambre had straightened the room, and everything was once again clean and sparkling. While we were discussing our afternoon activities, there was a knock at the door. John opened it, and invited Jacques into the room. He had brought new bottles of Champagne, and a small portable bar so John could make martinis if he so desired. John looked at Jacques and then at me and asked if I had enjoyed my personalized shower this morning. I laughed and told him I should have known he had something to do with the hand job in the shower. He smiled back and told me that since he had left early for the slopes, he felt a need to ensure that I had appropriate sexual satisfaction first thing in the morning. I told Jacques we were entertaining a guest for the afternoon, and could he please make sure we had a supply of German beer for our guest. Jacques told us he would return shortly with the beer. While John changed out of his ski clothes, I began filling the Jacuzzi with hot water. Jacques had mentioned using the hot water to reduce the time it took the Jacuzzi to reach the correct temperature. I looked up from the tub, and was able to look straight through to the bedroom. John was standing at the window, looking out while changing his clothes. He had already removed his pants and underwear, showing off his very lovely, moderately hairy butt. As he finished removing his sweater and shirt, I marveled at his physical beauty. When he turned around to face me, I was able to see that his manhood was already semi-erect. He went to the bed, and grabbed the robe that Jacques and laid out for him. I started for the bedroom to change, but a knock at the door stopped me. I went to the door and opened it. Jacques had arrived with the beer, and a third robe for our guest to use. He got the beer put away in the refrigerator and took the robe to the bedroom. I followed him so I could change. I went to my closet to hang my clothes as I took them off, and found Jacques had followed me. He immediately helped me remove my sweater and shirt, and then helped with my pants and underwear. As he drew my underwear to the floor, my pénis sprang from its confinement. I was also semi-hard. Jacques hung up my clothes, and helped me into my robe. He gave my pénis a teasing squeeze before turning to leave the room. He told us that he had already reserved our table for dinner, and instructed the maître d'hôtel to set the table for three in the event our guest joined us for dinner. Once Jacques left the room, I made my way next to John. He put his arm around me and directed me to the French doors. We went out on the balcony. As always, the view was stunning and created a highly romantic atmosphere. John leaned down to kiss me, and when his lips touched mine, an electric jolt coursed through my body. My pénis went to full erection. I felt John's tongue sliding between my lips, seeking entry into my mouth. I relaxed my mouth and his tongue slipped deeply into me. He explored every inch before thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if it were his manhood. I leaned against him, and could feel his hardness pushing against me. Without interrupting the kiss, I slipped my hand down and released the belts of our robes, allowing them to fall completely open. As his robe opened, John immediately pressed his phallus against my abdomen. He was rock hard and fiery hot. I allowed my hand to grasp him, and push his foreskin entirely off the head. This simple action caused John to grunt and begin pushing even harder against me. As I played with his foreskin, he started leaking pre-cum in copious amounts. I ran my fingers through it and then used it to lubricate the head of his manhood. When John finally broke the kiss, he kissed my neck and then tongued my ear, driving me to near insanity. He then whispered sucer moi (suck me) in my wet ear. As I began the slide to my knees, John grabbed the neck and shoulders of my robe, pulling it off me. When I finally reached his hardened pole, I was completely naked. For whatever reason, John felt that anyone servicing him orally should be naked. I started my service with some gently hand work on his shaft, which caused his foreskin to slide up and down. As I pulled upward with his foreskin, pre-cum flowed like a river. Not wanting to waste any of John's fluids, I leaned in and began a through licking of the shaft and head. I scooped the pre-cum up with my tongue and drew it into my mouth. Oh how I loved his taste. As I continued my work, there was a knock at the door. John said come in, not caring who saw me sucking him. I turned slightly to see, and there was Günther coming in the door. He was all that John had said. John invited him to join us, telling him, with a laugh, we had decided to start without him. Günther came over to us, surveying the scene before him. There was John wearing a fully open robe, and me, naked on my knees, sucking him. I saw Günther's pants start to tent as he surveyed the action. John withdrew from my mouth, turning to greet Günther. John pulled him to us and began kissing his neck. I took advantage of the moment and released Günther's belt, allowing his pants to drop to the floor. He was wearing a white jock strap instead of underwear. I reached to pull it down, but he gripped it to prevent its removal. I stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the bed. John told me to service him, and I looked at Günther, wondering about the jock strap. He said he did not want the jock strap off until he was fully hard, because he felt that his pénis was rather small when limp. I slipped back down to my knees, and started rubbing my hand up and down the front to the jock strap. Günther was already semi erect, and I knew that with just a little effort, he would be rock hard. As I licked and chewed his maleness through the jock strap, I felt him fully harden. I reached for the waistband and slipped my fingers into it without resistance. I slid it down, lifting it over the swollen head. In a moment, it was around his ankles and he was kicking it off. I took a moment to assess his meat, and had to agree with John about the size. Even fully erect he measured no more that 15cm. Not being a size queen, I can work with any man's equipment. What he lacked in size he made up in foreskin. His foreskin over hung the head by at least 7.5cm. He had enough foreskin for several men. Fortunately for him, I am pretty good at foreskin foreplay. I grasped him, and started pulling the foreskin back, licking the tip and the foreskin retracted. Once I had it fully retracted, I worked the head with my tongue and lips. Günther started leaking pre-cum almost immediately, and my tongue was bathed in it. I stuck my tongue fully out, and began pulling the foreskin up and over the head and my tongue. When my tongue was completely covered, there was still more foreskin to pull. I continued working my tongue around his head, while stroking the foreskin up and down. When I deep throated him, my lips pushed the entire foreskin to the base of his pénis. It made quite a roll around the base of the shaft. Once deep throated, he began a serious pumping in and out of my mouth. When he withdrew all the way, the foreskin slid back up the shaft and covered the head. With each inward thrust, the foreskin moved all the way back down the shaft. I allowed him to control the depth and speed of each penetration, and felt him speeding up. His pénis began to swell and pulse, and as if on cue, he began dumping his load into me. I had to work at swallowing, to keep from losing any semen from between my lips. He must have jetted at least seven or eight times before subsiding to a dribble. His semen was bright and tangy tasting, as only a young mans can be. He was more sweet than salty, with a texture like heavy whipping cream. Once I finished swallowing, I retracted the foreskin fully and licked him completely clean. Cleaning each fold of his foreskin added a new dimension to the fun. Once clean, he jerked his meat out of my mouth, causing it to slap me on the cheek. I turned to service John again, but he decided it was time for a break. He helped me into my robe and gave Günther his. Once we all had our robes on John led us out onto the balcony. We sat down, and John opened the Champagne for us. I told Günther the beer was in the refrigerator, that he could help himself. While Günther was getting his beer, John came over to me and kissed my passionately. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and got a taste of Günther's sperm. He then returned to his chair. Once Günther came back, John said he wanted a short break, and that we would continue after dinner. I told John that I would be more than happy to provide him with a quick cum, since he had not gotten off during the show. He shook his head no, and told me he was saving his sperm until after dinner. We finished our wine and beer and headed inside to change into dinner attire. John and Günther we nearly the same size, so John let him use one of the extra tuxedos he always traveled with. 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