Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 08:59:12 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Sea View. Part Four.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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Part Four.

   He told Julie the next day that as she would have her hands full when
she came out of the hospital, he was in the process of training the girls
to take more of the responsibilities off of her shoulders so that she could
devote more of her time to the children.

   She was pleased that he was really starting to take an interest in the
hotel, and she would surely need the time for the children when she was
released from the hospital, which would be in three days time she had been
told.

   So the next three nights were a Bacchanalian delight for Richard with
Amy and Agnes demurely entering his room at the end of the day. They would
stand there before him, waiting for him to decide whom to pick first for
the evenings debauch.

   In spite of the fact that he was now a father, and of twins at that, he
wasn't looking forward to Julie's return with the babies, but he made a
fuss of her with the taxi, getting them home to the hotel. They went up to
their room, each carrying a child and put them in their respective coloured
cots in the little room that was just off of theirs and where Carol
normally slept.

   `This is no good,' he exclaimed. He took her hand and led her to sit
down on their bed. She looked at him apprehensively, but he just sat down
beside her. `That little room is too small. While you were in hospital, I
had an idea. I went up into the attics and took some measurements. There's
almost a whole floor of wasted space up there. With a few dormer windows,
we could make extra rooms. Three big

rooms for the children, one each, and still have plenty of space for at
least another six, for staff. That would release those being used by Amy
and Agnes for guests. What do you think? There's even enough room for
toilets and bathrooms. I've measured it very carefully, and what it would
cost would be paid for by the letting of the two rooms being used by the
girls at this moment.'

   `Well I don't know,' Julie started off, `but...'

   `Look! Just settle back in and we'll talk about it later. When you see
the drawings I've done, and the costings, you'll see that I'm right.'

   He left her to sort out the unpacking of her few things and to see to
the children. He had gotten the idea when she gave birth to twins that they
needed more rooms. The attic was ideal and with moving the two girls up
there too, was brilliant. He could then visit them on the pretext of
looking in at the children. In fact, he had already ordered the timber and
other materials. All that was needed now was to convince Julie that it was
the right way to go.

   After dinner, he showed her his calculations and the drawings, and she
agreed with him that it made sense and that it should be done as soon as
possible. The builders were in the very next day and started on the
staircase to the attic, but everyone agreed that the work would not be
completed till after Christmas.

   The hotel was decorated, and much to their surprise, had to put up the
No Vacancy sign for the first time since the departure of David. Even
Richard enjoyed himself, dressing up as Father Christmas and giving out
small presents to all guests and staff at dinner.

   Agnes and Amy got a special one later as he got them into one of their
rooms, staggering in and revealed that he was naked under the
costume. Julie was annoyed when he eventually returned to their room,
knowing that he'd been with someone, but which guest, she couldn't think.

   In a way, she was relieved that he was well past being able to advance
on her, and she didn't want to provoke any outburst by asking with whom he
had been for the past two hours before coming to bed.

   But it wasn't long before he began demanding sex on his laid down
lines. Her plea of tiredness was rebuffed by a swift blow from his fist,
knocking her to the floor, and then standing over her till she rose to her
knees and took him into her mouth. Holding her head firmly in his large
hands, he would ram himself in and out till she choked on his violence and
sperm as he came, being made to swallow it before cleaning him up with her
tongue. In front of guests and staff during the day, or anywhere apart from
the bedroom, he was a perfect gentleman. But in the confines of their own
room, he was a domineering and violent beast.

   The worst time, though she wasn't aware of the reason at the time, was
when Agnes had the flu and Amy was having her monthly. So not getting
anything from the girls, took her savagely, being half drunk. After
slapping her about the room for not agreeing to his suggestion, he had his
way by force. He got her down onto her knees and gave her anal
intercourse. She cursed him, crying out loud as he roughly entered her,
hurting her badly as he rammed his way in and to add insult to injury,
pulled out and sent his stream of semen over her back before wiping the
drippy end of his cock against the cheeks of her arse. He left her crying
on the floor as he went and climbed into bed.

   So her hate festered, but she was in despair as to what she could do. It
then became natural to turn to her babies and spend as much time and love
as she could with them. The rooms in the attic were finally finished. Agnes
and Amy were moved in first. Richard had insisted that they had double
sized beds, their original army type cots were too small he argued. Julie
then guessed where he was getting his oats from when he was not with her,
so not saying anything one way or another, raised no objections to the
beds. Richard carried on believing that she didn't know.

   As the children were still too small, it was decided that they should
all be in the one room until they were old enough to have one on their
own. He was innovative enough to rig up a microphone in the children's
room, with the connecting speaker in theirs so that if the children did cry
out in the night, they would hear them. If he'd had a bit more business
acumen, he might have made a fortune with this baby alarm, because the idea
didn't catch on for at least another twenty years. So with the children
ensconced in their new, and decorated room, he turned the little room that
they had occupied into a dressing room.

   They seldom said goodnight to the children together. Julie would kiss
them and see that they were settled down for the night, and Richard would
go up later to make sure that they were tucked in properly. The fact that
this would take at least two hours, told her that he had visited one of the
girls, if not both. She didn't mind any longer if he was being serviced by
them, at least he left her alone.

   It was on one of these visits upstairs that he heard someone
crying. He'd just left the children's room, all asleep, thumbs in mouths
and looking so peaceful, so it wasn't them. He identified the crying as
coming from Amy's room when he heard her start to talk to someone else who
must have been in there with her. He stopped and strained his ears to
listen to what was being said. It was Agnes crying as he heard Amy talk to
her.

   `For Pete's sake, tell me what it is. It can't be anything that bad to
bring this on.' Through the wailing tears she told Amy that she was
pregnant, and no prizes for guessing who the father was.

   `I'm leaving,' she cried through her sobs. `I can't stay here and have
the baby! The missus would blow her top and sack me.'

   Amy tried to reason with her, to stay. She would be looked after, she
was sure of that.

   `No, no. It won't be alright. You know how he treats us! I'm
leaving. Leaving tonight.'

   `Where will you go? Who will look after you when the time comes?' Amy
queried.

   `I know some people in London. They will look after me. When the baby's
born, then I'll come back. Then he can look after us, but I don't want him
to know until after it's all over.'

   `Why leave tonight? If you have to go, go tomorrow,' Amy said.

   `No! I've made up my mind. I've packed my bag and in about an hour, when
it's all quiet, I'll slip out of the back door and get a lift from the main
road to London.'

   Richard heard the muffled sobs of both as they said their goodbyes, and
he slipped away without being heard.

   An hour later, the back door of the kitchen opened quietly, and Agnes
slipped through, closing it softly behind her. She made her way across the
grass, moving slowly and quietly.

   It was just a faint whistling in the air that she heard before the
shovel, wielded by Richard, smashed into the back of her head, knocking her
clean off the ground.

   He grabbed the collar of her coat and dragged across the grass and into
the Garden of Remembrance. Leaving her on the path, he swiftly attacked the
loose soil and within an hour had a deep enough hole. He climbed out and
pulled Agnes over the mound of earth and dumped her into the hole. He
backtracked over the grass till he found her shoes and tossed them in on
top of her before filling in the hole. He cleaned the shovel and then broke
up the cheap cardboard suitcase and fed it, with her meagre amount of
clothes, into the boiler furnace.

   It was when he was washing his hands in the kitchen he realised that he
hadn't checked to see if she was actually dead or not before he piled the
earth over her body. He shrugged his shoulders, too late now he said to
himself. He went upstairs, showered and went to bed and was soon asleep
without the slightest twinge of conscience.

   `Where's Agnes?' he roared at Amy at breakfast time next morning. `Why
the hell isn't she down here to serve the guests.' Amy stammered out that
she didn't know. She had looked into her room earlier that morning and she
wasn't there, but said she'd go and look again. She fled up the stairs
dreading when she would have to go back down and tell him that she had
left. She stayed upstairs as long as she dared, but couldn't put it off
much longer, and it would be better to tell him downstairs among people
than being on her own. As she slowly started to return to the dining room,
she gasped in relief as she met Julie.

   `Oh Mrs Collins, Mrs Collins. I think Agnes has run away. Mr. Collins
told me to fetch her down, but her room's empty and her things are gone. I
didn't dare tell him that she told me last night that she was going, could
you tell him please?' She was crying now as she said this. She kept back
the bit about Agnes being pregnant and that she would be returning later
with the baby.

   Julie said that she would speak to Mr. Collins about what she had just
said and she wasn't to worry. Julie always called Richard Mr. Collins in
front of staff. She had once made the mistake of calling him Richard one
day outside their door. The blow she had received had knocked her clean
back into the bedroom. When she came to, his face had been thrust right up
to hers, his eyes blazing as he hissed that she was to forget that name or
suffer the consequences. From then on, she never used his Christian name
either in private or public.

   Julie met Richard in the hall, Amy hovering behind her. She told him
that Agnes had run away. What did he do to that girl, she demanded.

   `Me? Do? What on earth are you talking about? What did I do? I hardly
ever speak to the girl. Amy!' He called over Julie's shoulder. `Don't just
stand there! There are guests waiting to be served. Get moving or you can
pack your bags as well.'

   `Leave her alone,' Julie shouted at him, and turning to Amy, and in a
softer voice. `Now run along Amy and see to breakfast please.' Amy scuttled
away off into the dining room.

   `What are you doing to these girls?' she whispered fiercely, not wishing
to be heard by the guests. `Amy's frightened and Agnes has run away.'

   `Nothing. I can't be held responsible for how these little tarts
behave.'

   `I don't believe you. So now we're a girl short and I can't spend much
time away from the children, so you'll have to cope.' With that, she walked
off into the dining room. Richard sighed with mental relief, and with a
grin, went into the office.

   That night, he went into Amy's room. She cowered under the blankets when
she saw who it was. He went and sat on the side of her bed and said
soothingly, `Please Amy. Don't be frightened. What have I done to frighten
you? Why did Agnes run away?'

   `You don't know?' was her whispered answer.

   `No I don't. I thought she was happy here. I thought she enjoyed being
with us,' he put his arm round her shoulder.

   `You won't be angry if I tell you?' she asked, her voice muffled in his
shoulder.

   `Of course not. Why should I be angry with you. We have some good times
together. That's why I am surprised,' he said, stroking her hair and
kissing it.

   `She was pregnant!' she blurted out. `That's why she left. She thought
you would be angry.'

   `Oh the silly, silly girl. Why didn't she say so. We could have worked
something out.'

   His hand had wandered down, stroking her side and her breast, moving up
and down, his palm gently rubbing her nipple. He eased himself into her bed
and let his hand caress her further down. His fingers working through the
small folds of flesh till they touched her little bud. He felt her stir,
her legs moving slightly as he kept kissing her. She could feel his
erection against her thigh and her legs opened further so that his fingers
could excite her further. With wet fingers and her starting to squirm
beneath their touch, he parted his dressing gown and mounted her. His
erection sliding in smooth and easy, and as he slowly moved in and out, he
was on his elbows looking down at her.

   `You wouldn't run away would you Amy? I need you. Need you here to run
the hotel. I'm going to hire some more people. You would then become the
manageress. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

   `Oooh yes...darling, I would like that,' she replied, her eyes shining
as she moved in rhythm, both building up to a frenzy of fucking.

   Next day he went down to the town's Labour Office and left notices that
two female hotel workers were required. On his way back he fancied a pint
but it was still too early for the pub to be open. He crossed the road and
thought about having a cup of tea at the café. Outside, nose quite close
to the steamed up windows, looking in was a young woman. He noted the thin
cheap coat, worn, scuffed and dirty shoes. By her side was a small worn
suitcase.

   `Excuse me miss, don't think me forward, but would you like a cup of
tea?' he asked. The cold pinched face turned to him, loose hair blowing
across her eyes. She could have been anything from fourteen to twenty years
of age, standing there in the cold.

   `I...I...don't have any money. There's a hole in my pocket,' she
stammered.

   `It's me asking you. I'm not asking you to pay for it. Come on, you look
as though you could do with something warm inside you.' How's that for a
double meaning he said to himself as he took her arm, feeling the lack of
flesh below the coat sleeve. `Come in and get warm.'

   He led her in and sat her down near the counter. The furthest from the
door and went and ordered two teas and a double helping of beans on toast,
indicating the table where she was seated. He paid and then went and sat
down opposite her. The two teas arrived and placed by their hands, and then
the plate of beans was put in front of him. He smiled and shook his
head. `That's for her,' as he pushed the steaming plate across the
table. She stammered her thanks and quickly tucked into the huge pile of
beans. He watched in amusement as the plate was soon cleared, the last
piece of toast being used to wipe up the last of the sauce. Richard
finished his tea and said to her, `Just over the road and a little way
down, is the Labour Office. There are some jobs going that I know of, and
one of them might suit you down to the ground. Accommodation thrown in as
well.'

   `Thank you Mr....?'

   `No need for names. Just have another cup of tea and then pop down
there.' He said goodbye and paid for another cup of tea for her, and left,
quite confident that she would be showing up at the hotel before long.

   Richard went back to the hotel, quite pleased with himself. He'd already
told Julie that when they got some more staff, Amy would be promoted to
Manageress, and again, Julie agreed. He changed his clothes and went to the
Garden of Remembrance, where he tried to spend at least an hour or two a
day. Seeing that the paths were clear of litter, the benches fit to sit
on. He also tended to the flower beds and mowed the small patches of lawns
that were dotted about among the bushes. With Richard seeing to the Garden,
the Town Council saw no reason to waste their manpower when he was prepared
to do it for nothing, so it was left to him, seeing as he, (David), had
given the ground to the town, to look after it. Which was just what Richard
wanted.

   It was surprising the number of people who stopped to sit in the Garden
and chat. He, (as David), was quite popular with the townsfolk. He paused
in his work as he saw the young woman from the tea shop enter the hotel
grounds and go through the main door. He smiled to himself and finished off
for the day.

   In bed that night, after a surprisingly tender bout of love making,
Julie told him that she had hired a young woman to replace Agnes.

   `Poor thing was half starved. In this day and age,' she said
indignantly. `She's had a good bath and scrubbed up clean. The uniforms fit
as well. She starts in the morning.'

   Julie had already had breakfast when he entered the dining room, sat
down and picked up the menu. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as
she came forward to take his order.

   `Oh, it's you. Are you staying here? I did as you said and here I
am. With a job, and I have you to thank,' she said.

   `What's your name girl?' he asked.

   `Doris sir. Doris Minter, and what is your name sir?'

   `Mr. Collins. Mr. David Collins at your service,' taking her hand and
giving it a shake.

   `Why, that's the same name as the lady who runs the hotel.'

   `That's right. She's my wife. Pleased to meet you Doris,' shaking her
hand again. `Amy!' he called out, beckoning her over. Still holding Doris'
hand, he addressed Amy.

   `Obviously you've met. Now look after this girl Doris, and teach her all
the duties that you do,' his eyes holding hers in a steady gaze, `all of
them,' he said, laying stress on those few words and then turning to
Doris. `Listen to what she has to say. As of today, she is now the
Manageress of this place, and I hope that you do as well as she has
done. Let's hope that we can see more of each other,' giving her hand a
gently squeeze. `Now what's for breakfast? I could eat a horse.'

   `That's off the menu today sir I'm afraid,' she said with a laugh. He
liked that. She had spunk.

   Having sown the seeds, he could afford to wait for them to grow. There
was another applicant from the Labour Office whom Julie hired as a
chambermaid. She was middle aged and not of interest to Richard.

   Even though it was still wartime, with blackout restrictions, food
rationing and restricted travel, the hotel was still nearly always
full. Most of them being military officers passing through, of the others,
most were commercial travellers. It was one of these latter that Richard
found himself talking to one night at the bar.

   `So what do you travel in then?' Richard asked.

   `Ladies underwear,' was the reply.

   `With or without the skirt?' Richard asked, keeping a straight face.

   `I don't...Oh, I get it,' he giggled, `Naughty one that was,' the rep
laughed with another little giggle. Richard leaned closer so as to whisper.

   `Do you also model the stock?'

   `No!' putting on a shocked expression. `I show them samples from my
case. In shops and the like.'

   `Do you visit all the shops in this area then?' Richard asked, `because
I've not seen you round here before.'

   `No I don't,' he glanced round conspiratorially, `between you and me,
I'm moonlighting! My area is really the Midlands, but I'm poaching on
somebody else's turf. Things are getting tough up north so I'm trying to
boost my sales figure by trying down here.'

   `Are you allowed to do that? Surely the bosses frown on that sort of
thing? Surely they see where you've sold the goods?' Richard asked.

   `They don't. That's the beauty of it. I've got some pet buyers in my
area that let me put the orders through them. They take delivery, and I
take over from there and do the deliveries myself to whoever. I then give
the money to them to pay off the invoices. So no one's the wiser at head
office. Smart eh?' he said.

   `So they don't know you are down here at all?' Richard asked casually.

   `No. They think I'm doing my usual round up there on my patch.'

   `Well I think that's very clever,' Richard said with tongue in
cheek. `Well I know the ladies who run the two shops in town, and I'm sure
I could guarantee that they would buy from you if I said the goods were
first class, having seen them for myself. Now I can't ask my wife or any of
the girls here for their opinion if I was to buy some things for them. It
wouldn't be a surprise if I did that. Are you sure you're not a model? You
have the looks and the build for it.

   You know, when I was in the service, and that wasn't too long ago, I
went to one of the camp concerts. I found out the real meaning of the word
`camp' then. Well, there was one beautiful woman on the stage, dressed only
in her underwear. She had bright red lipstick that made her mouth look
bigger than it really was. I got a massive hard on watching her parade
around the stage singing some song or another.  I sat there with this
throbbing cock, wishing that that painted mouth was around it, leaving big
red rings as she took it in. I was shocked when they told me it was a man
in drag. I had to go back the next night to find out if the sight of
him/her had the same effect, and do you know what?' Richard put his hand on
the reps knee as he leaned closer. `It was harder than ever. Even my balls
were aching for those red lips to go down on me while he/she was dressed in
that sexy underwear. But I never got the chance. The group left the next
day so I missed out on the experience. Have another drink,' he said,
signalling for another round. `Now, sorry, I didn't catch your name the
first time round?'

   `Nigel,' the rep said.

   `Well Nigel,' Richard's hand moving slightly on the knee, `as you've got
the gear and I've got the money, how about it? Just us two. A private
viewing of what you've got to offer.' His eyes held Nigel's as his hand
moved slowly up and down the thigh of the rep. `maybe we will find that we
both have what the other wants.'

   Nigel was still looking into those of Richard as he slowly finished his
drink. `I think,' he said slowly, `that we might at that.' Nigel came to a
decision because he put his glass down firmly on the bar, put his hand down
on top of Richard's, which was still on the man's thigh. `Give me fifteen
minutes, and then come up to my room.'

   With that, he left the bar and went upstairs. Richard had another drink
to pass the next few minutes before he too went upstairs. He knocked at the
door and let himself in, locking the door quietly behind him.

   `Make yourself comfortable,' Nigel called out from the bathroom. His
room was one of the few with an en-suite bathroom. Richard sat down in the
armchair, the only one in the room, and waited.

   `Ta-rah,' cooed Nigel as he pranced out into the room. He was only
dressed in the lingerie that he was selling. Black stockings held up from
the straps of a suspender belt, also black lace knickers covering his
private parts and a lace bra, also in black. He pirouetted around the room,
small as it was.

   `These also come in white, pink and blue. The latest fashion,' Nigel
said, coming to a stop in an evocative pose.

   `I like what I see. Very much what I see,' his hand going to his crotch,
`except for the lipstick. Now, Nigel. You remember what I said at the bar?'

   `Oooh you naughty boy,' Nigel giggled and pouted. `If that's what you
want, make yourself a little more comfortable on the bed.' He minced his
way off into the bathroom. Richard stood up and stripped off his clothes
and lay down on the bed. He played with his erection and held it upright
when Nigel came back. His lips generously overdone with bright red lipstick
and some rouge on his cheeks. He seductively sidled to the foot of the bed
and looked at Richard's penis being held upright.

   `My oh my, that's beautiful,' he said as he went onto his knees between
Richard's legs and with a wide red smile, bent his head and took the whole
length into his mouth. His lips clamped firmly round the base of the
upright erection. Richard gasped. It was the first time that anybody had
taken the whole length in at its full stature. Nigel released him and came
up for a gasp of air.

   `There's the first ring.' Looking down, Richard could see this vivid red
mark round the base of his cock.

   `Now for the second one,' said Nigel as he went down again. This time
licking and tickling the end of the penis in front of him before planting a
second ring of red above the first one. The fourth ring was just under the
head of Richard's now glowing, steaming cock. Nigel knew how to keep it
hard while giving pleasure. `There now my darling, you have a nice barber's
pole, and I think I know what you would like to do with it,' he cooed.

   `You'd be right,' said Richard, getting off the bed. His barber's pole
prick standing out like a beacon in front of him.

   He went to his trousers and pulled out a wrapped condom, this he handed
to Nigel.

   `How thoughtful. Gift wrapped too.' he quickly took it out of its paper
and expertly rolled it down on Richard's erection.

   `Take those knickers off and kneel on the bed,' he said.

   `As you say lover,' Nigel replied, pulling them off and kneeling before
him on the bed. `There's a pot of cream opened on the side there.' Richard
stuck his finger into the pot and put a liberal smear at the crack of
Nigel's rear end. The black lingerie making a stark contrast to the pale
white thighs and buttocks with the snowy cream in the crevice. Richard
moved forward and grasped the belted hips and inserted himself into
Nigel. The cream helped the smooth entry, sphincter muscles relaxed, to
allow a complete entry.

   He then took pleasure in fucking that white bum under his hands,
savouring the tightness that's lacking in a woman, caressing the trim waist
as he slowly moved himself in and out of Nigel.

   Then the passion of the fucking took over as the pressure started to
build up. His balls seemed to swell as they slapped against the thighs
beneath him. He gripped on tight as he came, pumping his sperm into the
condom, his pelvis grinding hard against Nigel's bum, who was giving out
little groans and sighs as he felt the rigidity of Richard, deep inside
him, pulse with his orgasm.

   With his coming, Richard used his weight to bear Nigel down flat on the
bed as he ground out the last of his come. He then pulled out and quickly
moved up to sit on Nigel's shoulders, his knees pinning the arms as he held
the head firmly and pushed it down into the pillow.

   Already short of breath, Nigel didn't stand a chance with that heavy
weight on him, immobilising him completely. His feet drummed on the bed as
he struggled beneath Richard, but was unable to move him, so soon succumbed
to the suffocation of the pillow.

   Richard sat there for several minutes after all movement had ceased
below him before climbing off and going into the bathroom to dispose of his
condom and wash the lipstick off his prick.

   During the night, he buried Nigel in the Garden, still dressed as he was
when he died. Also the lipstick smeared pillowcase was thrown into the
grave. He selected six sets of lingerie from the sample case before burning
everything else of Nigel's. These he made up into three parcels and
presented one to Julie, saying that he had bought it from the rep that had
left early that morning. The other two were given to Amy and Doris, saying
that he would like to see which of the two sets that he was giving them,
they preferred. He would see them after work that night at a special
showing.

   He entered Amy's room without knocking as he usually did, wearing only
his dressing gown. She was seated at the small dressing table wearing
hers. She saw the unspoken query in his eyes as he quickly scanned the
room.

   `I'll go and fetch her,' she said quickly, and left the room, returning
a few minutes later with Doris behind her, who was still wearing her
uniform. Richard was sitting on the bed, the belt of his gown undone but
still closed across his front.

   `What's this Doris? I thought you were going to wear, and show me, the
present I bought for you?'

   `I am sir,' she said as she lifted up the hem of her skirt to show him
the top of her stockings with a glimpse of white thigh.

   `That's not enough! Amy. Show her what I mean.' Doris turned to look as
Amy opened her gown and let it fall to the floor, standing there clad only
in her new underwear. She did a slow turn so that he could see all of it.

   `There you are Doris! That's what I meant when I said I wanted to see
the present. Now show me yours.'

   Blushing under his gaze, she slowly, after a glance at Amy who nodded to
her, unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Then unclipped the
waist belt of her skirt and let that follow the blouse.

   `Wonderful,' he breathed. In spite of her thin arms and body, her milky
white breasts filled the bra quite admirably. Her waist was nice and trim
and her bush was visible through the cotton of the briefs. His erection had
started to part the front of his gown. `You sure make a pretty picture. Now
Amy. What do we do now?'

   Amy put her arms up behind her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging her
shoulders forward so that the straps slid down her arms. Her full breasts
appeared as the bra fell off, they swung heavily forward as she bent to
slip down her briefs. She stepped out of it as she undid the clips of her
stockings and rolled them down and off her legs. The suspender belt was the
last item to fall to the floor.

   Doris was still blushing as she looked at the naked figure of Amy
standing next to her, then gasped when she saw Richard open the front of
his gown to reveal his erection jutting out from between his thighs. He
didn't have to say anything, just sat there with his cock standing up so
proud as Amy moved forward and went down onto her knees by his side, leaned
on his leg and took the head of his penis into her mouth.

   Richard was looking at Doris as Amy went down on him. She was open
mouthed as she watched Amy's head bob up and down of his erection. She was
staring fixedly in fascination as she saw his prick disappearing in and out
of Amy's mouth.

   She'd heard of such things being done, but to actually see it! Also,
she'd never really seen a man's penis properly before. She'd only seen a
glimpse of the one that had deflowered her, and that had been much smaller
as it had been withdrawn from her.

   His hand went under Amy's chin and lifted her head up off of him, but
held it alongside his erection so that it rubbed her cheek as he turned her
head towards Doris.

   `Now it's your turn Doris. Take them off,' his voice was low but there
was an edge to it. Doris looked at Amy, her eyes beseeching.

   `Do as he says Doris,' said Amy, the wet cock moving against her cheek,
making it bounce as she spoke. Its movement holding Doris' gaze as she
slowly complied as Amy had done till she too was also naked.

   `Now come here my dear and kneel down,' he pointed to the spot on the
other side of his legs, opposite Amy. She nearly tripped over the clothing
as she hesitantly moved over to his side and knelt down, facing Amy and his
penis. He put his hand on her head and stroked her hair.

   `You have such soft hair Doris and your breasts are lovely. You should
be proud of them.' He could feel her trembling as she moved in closer to
his leg, hiding her breasts from his gaze. The erect nipples sending little
shock waves up his thigh making his erection jump against Amy's cheek.

   `Show her again what to do Amy,' his prick bouncing against her chin as
she turned her head round. She caught it with her lips and slowly opened
them to let it slide up into her mouth, her eyes looking at Doris as she
sucked upon it. A tap on the shoulder stopped her from going any further
and she lifted her head up from him.

   `Now let Doris try it. Hold it upright and steady for her Amy.'

   Amy put her fingers around the thick base and held it erect, the head
glistening a purple red from the stretched back foreskin. His hand went to
the back of Doris' head and gently pushed it down towards him.

   With her eyes closed, she let her head move down until her lips touched
it. The gentle pressure on the back of her head started to mash her lips
until her mouth opened and it slipped inside. Her immediate reaction was to
try and lift her head back up, but his hand stopped her from pulling back
too far, so it was a see saw movement. Her teeth gently rasping the skin as
her head was bobbed up and down on the hot piece of throbbing flesh in her
mouth. She opened her eyes and could see Amy's hand holding it upright, and
put her own down over Amy's to prevent her head being forced too low.

   Amy then took her hand away so that Doris was holding it on her own and
Richard took his hand away from the back of her head. Doris didn't seem to
notice this as her thoughts were on the hard flesh in her hand, marvelling
at the silky feel of the skin as it rippled under her fingers. She could
feel a warm fire start to glow between her thighs and started to squirm as
some fluid began to run down her inner thigh.

   Her other hand now grasped his cock as she began to move her head
faster, gasping for breath as she sucked even harder. Richard looked at
Amy, who nodded, so he shucked off his robe and gave Doris' head a push
away off of him.

   She sprawled on the floor in surprise, arms and legs akimbo. He quickly
flung himself upon her, his cock sliding up the wet path of her thighs to
bury himself deep inside her. Her legs shot up and wrapped themselves
around him as he thrust into her as hard as he could. The carpet scratched
her back as he kept pushing at her and she clawed his back in return. They
thrashed around on the floor like two wild animals in their sexual
combat. He finally pinned her down as he reached his climax, she already
having had one but was building up to a second one in this flesh against
flesh fight. As she came for the second time, she went limp beneath him,
his body going rigid as he pumped hard, sending his seed up into her now
quiescent body and then collapsed across her, panting heavily.

   Where her body was limp and abandoned under him as he came, she suddenly
came back to life as he started to withdraw. She clung to him, pumping up
her hips, trying to hold him inside of her. He finally slid out and rolled
off to one side. Doris was quickly onto her knees to take him back into her
mouth, licking, kissing and sucking for all she was worth.

   Even when he got free and sat down on the bed, she still wanted
more. Amy, shaking her head in amazement, helped restrain her till she'd
calmed down enough to stop attacking his penis.

   `Amy,' he gasped. `I think we've just unleashed a tiger!'

   `Leave her to me,' she said as she cradled Doris in her arms, kissing
her, stroking her breasts to soothe her down. Doris clung to her as she was
being ministered to, returning the kisses and embracing Amy as she did so.

   `Under the circumstances Amy, I think you had better forgo my attentions
for the night, don't you think?' he asked.

   `Yes I think that would be for the best,' she said, turning her
attentions back to Doris. He put on his dressing gown and looked at the two
girls in an embrace on the floor, legs entwined as he left the room.

   Amy, next day in the seclusion of the pantry, cornered Richard and
kissed him. `Do you know that we've lumbered ourselves with a nymphomaniac?
It took me nearly an hour to calm her down.' He liked the fact that she had
kissed him and her use of the word we when she spoke about Doris.

   `Amy darling. Don't worry. These kind of things take time to sort
out. Remember, it probably was really her first time since losing her
virginity, so she may have gone over the top a bit. But we can control her,
surely? I'm there nearly every night aren't I?'

   `Yes, but can you keep up with two of us, and, not to mention you know
who?'

   `Surely you'll help me there? Sex is sex. With a nympho', it doesn't
matter what gender they're dealing with, does it?'

   `Oh, so I've got to handle her when you don't?' she hissed. `Is that
what you're saying?'

   `No. No I'm not. If we can't cope between us, there are always many
guests here who would be willing to pay for a piece of her action.'

   `Sell her?' was the shocked reaction of Amy.

   `No no no! I didn't mean it that way. What I meant was that if we can
control her between us, then there wouldn't be any problem so it wouldn't
arise. Now I don't think you would be averse to helping after what I saw as
I left the room last night. So let's leave it at that for the time
being. Last night was really her first proper fuck, and who knows, she
might be even better next time.' He gave her a quick kiss and a squeeze of
her bottom as he left.

   It must be mentioned that Doris was a model of decorum that day. Yes
sir, no sir, yes Mr. Collins, yes Miss Amy etc.

   But she was a tiger again that night. Doris was ready and waiting in
Amy's room when he entered. In a flash she had stripped herself naked, torn
open his gown and had him in her mouth before he could take a breath. She
didn't need lessons as to how to use her lips, tongue, mouth and teeth. She
was a born natural. So much so, that he was soon erupting into her
throat. His sperm spattering around inside her cheeks and she swallowed it
without losing any momentum of her head. He was taken aback as she finished
licking him, rocking back on her heels and licking her lips, her tits all
aquiver.

   `Who's next?' she asked.

   Amy lay back on her bed, opening her legs and inviting Doris to act, to
which she did. Head down and licking and nibbling at Amy, gave Richard a
chance to try and recuperate. While watching that pert rear wiggle and
seeing her juices trickling down her leg, soon raised him up again. Holding
her waist, he didn't need guidance, his cock slid in with ease making Doris
gurgle with delight as she continued to lick at Amy while he fucked her
from behind.

   It took time, but Doris, after this sudden exposure to the delights of
sex, finally came to accept that some males and females could only take so
much at one session. It took a purchase from the black market by Richard of
a dildo, for her to get the right amount of satisfaction from both of
them. Amy wasn't too happy strapping on the contraption, but Doris did love
being fucked as she sucked on Richard. Also it did give him the odd night
off as it were.

   These were the nights he had his way with Julie. In a perverse way, were
he was gentle with Amy and Doris, he was most violent with Julie. She had
come to accept that he was having sex with somebody else, Amy being at the
top of the list, but didn't care as it kept him away from her.

   It was not unusual for him to roughly pull her from the bed to force his
erection into her mouth and have her swallow his spending, or have it
splattered all over her face. She was running out of nightgowns as he would
often rip them off before he mounted her. She would pummel away at him,
shout abuse, but to no avail. He would have his way either by mouth, vagina
or anus.

   `Don't you get enough with your whore without taking it out on me,' she
screamed at him one night after being taken in that last orifice. `I'd
rather have sex with any man but you, you bastard!'

   That outburst he remembered, because he used it against her a few nights
later. He was into one of his drunken binges in the bar with one of the
guests. They were talking about women in general, sex being the theme. The
man was saying that it had been so long since he last had a woman, he
wasn't sure if he could remember what to do, but if one were on offer, he
would soon recall what to do.

   `That bad uh?' Richard asked, spilling his drink as he took a gulp.

   `Yeah. Anyone would do,' the man slurred, `even her over there. I'm sure
I could surprise her with what I've got,' he hiccupped. Richard looked
round to see that the only woman passing through was Julie. He chuckled to
himself.

   `That one?' he prodded the man.

   `Yeah. Nice tits, good bum. Yeah. I could show her a good time.'

   `Well,' Richard hiccupped, `as it happens, I could fix it up for you to
have her.'

   `Bloody hell, you sure?' the drunk asked.

   `Sure as sure, but on one condition,' Richard slurred at him.

   `An' what's that?' the man asked.

   `That I get to watch,' Richard giggled. `I get her ready for you to take
over and I watch.'

   `You're a pal,' the man mumbled, `a friend indeed helping a man in
need. You help me get it and I'll let you watch. Let's have another drink
on it,' nearly falling off his stool.

   At closing time, Richard led the way upstairs to his bedroom. They both
almost fell into the room, neither being able to stand up properly.

   `What do you want?' asked a sleepy Julie, sitting up.

   `Get undressed,' Richard said to the man before he went over to the
bedside. She never saw his hand as he swung it round, catching her high on
the cheekbone. He pulled back the bedcovers and ripped the nightgown down
from her throat, exposing her naked body. He hit her again, twice.

   `So you would rather have sex with any other man but me. Well here's
your first applicant,' his hand waving towards the swaying drunken naked
man at the foot of the bed. As she started to protest, he hit her again and
waved for the man to get on the bed.

   The man did so, his cock rising at the sight of this woman with big tits
and legs wide open waiting for him. He crawled on all fours and pushed her
legs wider as he got between them and then fell forward. She went rigid
with shock as the man entered her. He shuffled slightly on his knees
pushing himself completely inside and his hand coming up to grab her
shoulders. He gripped her tight as he rammed his lower half up hard into
her and started to fuck her.

   This is a dream she screamed as she felt this man's cock move inside
her, pushing up hard. She tried to push him off, but he was a very heavy
man and could smell his fetid breath against her cheek as he ground himself
into her with every thrust. His thick rigid cock reaming her insides was
revolting her. She started to scream for help , but it died in her throat
when she saw that Richard was watching them. Watching! Watching this animal
on top of her. Fucking her! And all he could do was watch!

   `Anybody but me you said,' he jeered as the man reached his climax,
shuddering as he spent himself into the writhing body of Julie beneath him.

   She gasped with the extra weight as Richard suddenly climbed onto the
back of the man on top of her. She looked up with horror as she saw him
grasp the man's head between his powerful hands, and with a savage wrench,
twisted it sharply to one side.

   There was a sickening snap and crunch as the neck was broken. Julie
screamed, and swears to this day, that the man's penis swelled to enormous
proportions and shot another load into her as he died on top of her. She
was crying uncontrollably as Richard pulled the dead man off of her onto
the floor.

   `Why?' she cried, `why why why...?'

   `Why? You might well ask why? You said any man but me! So I've let you
have your "any man but me''! Did you really think that I would let any man
fuck my "wife'' and live to boast about it, did you?' he screamed at her as
he slapped her across the face.

   He then threw himself upon her, using her wet passage to thrust his
erection in till he came in a frantic surge of lust coupled with vengeance.

   `For your own sake,' he said when he'd finished with her and got off the
bed, `you had better keep quiet or you might end up where he's going.'

   So another body was added to the Garden of Remembrance. His existence
being expunged from the records as having left early the next day. His
goods and chattels being burnt in the hotel's incinerator.

   It wasn't the last of humiliations that was inflicted upon Julie. There
were many over the years to come. The worst being when Richard brought a
tramp into their room, and made her suck his foul smelling cock, swallowing
the equably foul tasting ejaculation. She had known his fate as soon as she
saw him being ushered into the room. Another flower, (smelling), for the
Garden.

   All she could pray for, was to protect the children from this monster
that was now in charge of the hotel. Father of the twins and `step-father'
to her Carol, beloved daughter of her true love, David.

   Over the next twelve years, she was subjected to six "introductions''
for unsolicited sex. He would beat her first so that she was in no way
capable of resisting these attacks upon her person. Whichever way the
person desired their sex, she had to comply, resigned to the fact that the
man fucking her was already a dead man, though that person didn't know that
as he enjoyed having her body.

   Richard was also having his regular sessions with Amy and Doris. They
worshipped the ground he walked on and he couldn't do anything wrong in
their eyes. It took great pains and effort to keep the nymphomania in Doris
in check, to keep it between themselves. Amy was unaware, as was Doris,
that anyone who was introduced to share the affections of Doris, never left
the area.

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