At age twenty-eight, things have broken right for her. Of course, Brooke has used ways not altogether nice to get where she is and will use them again to further her future. The Easy Inn is only a stopping place, somewhere to gain experience and learn the hotel business. From here, the woman aims for better things. However, for the time being, she’s satisfied with her lot.
Brooke was twenty-six-years-old when she first approached Terry Hunter about the job. She had read online advertising for a night clerk, and since out of a job, the woman decided to try it. Brooke figured her chances were slight, because of her age and lack of experience, but knew she had one thing going for her other than a sexy body. Keeping her fingers crossed as she walked into the lobby of the Easy Inn that day, hoping the owner was straight and his wife, (if he was married) didn’t have much to do with the business.
She has a thirty-seven-inch bust and all the other measurements in the right dimensions. Keeping her dark hair long, but not stringy, and wore clothes that, while not tight, did nothing to hide her assets. Brooke could claim virginity only to the age of sixteen; from then on, it had been punch and poke with many men and in many places. Her last job, which she held for almost a year, came to a screeching halt when the boss’s wife caught them together in a motel room.
Oh, well, on to better things.
“I’d like to see the manager about the night clerk job,” Brooke said to the man behind the desk.
If he was the one to interview her for the job, the brunette has it made. The clerk can’t take his eyes off the cleavage in her V-neck slipover.
“That would be Mr. Hunter,” he said coolly, only half-looking into her eyes. “He’s the owner and the manager. Just a minute, I’ll call him.” The clerk goes to a phone situated on the counter and pushes a button. “Mr. Hunter, there’s a young lady here to see you about the night clerk’s position.” A slight pause as he listens. “Yes, sir, I’ll send her right up.” The clerk then turns to her. “Take the elevator to the tenth floor, Mr. Hunter’s office is on that floor.”
“Thank you,” Brooke said with a smile and turns toward the elevator.
She knows the clerk is watching as she walks away. The woman smiles to herself because she had gotten to where she can feel stared from behind. It doesn’t bother her in the least; in fact, to give him something to look at, Brooke gives her hips a little twitch imagining the lust in the clerk’s eyes when she does.
When Brooke steps off the elevator on the tenth floor, a sign on the opposite wall pointed the way to the manager’s office. As she turns, the woman can see the entire section of the floors partitioned, so Mr. Hunter has access to the area without having guests bothering him. From the size of the area, Brooke guesses he must have an apartment there also—a guess to prove correct.
She pushes the buzzer and hears a voice say, “Come in, it’s open.”
Brooke opens the door and goes into an office, which, while not large, is ample in size and tastefully decorated. Thick carpet muffles the sound of her footsteps as she approaches the desk. The man sitting there rose as she nears, and holds out his hand.
“I’m ‘Mr. Hunter,’ manager and owner. I understand you’re inquiring about the night clerk’s job, Miss…”
“Turner… Brooke Turner.”
Mr. Hunter is a middle-aged man in his fifties, tall, with a slight pouch around his waist. His hair is salt-and-pepper, neatly combed, and his suits well tailored. The man’s eyes are a deep blue, and his skin had a ruddy complexion, revealing that he doesn’t spend all his time in the hotel and behind the desk.
“Have a seat, Miss Turner.” After a few introductory and preliminary remarks, Hunter turns the conversation to the job. “Have you had any experience in the hotel business, Miss Turner?”
“No, sir, but my previous job was in public relations, and I enjoy working with people. I’m a fast learner and believe I can adapt quickly to any job. I also have references from my previous place of employment.”
Her old boss knows better than not to give her a good reference, or his wife would’ve heard some stories that would’ve really made her blush. Mr. Hunter scans the letters and then lays them aside.
“You’re kinda young for a night clerk’s job, Miss Turner, and I have a dozen applicants already with hotel management experience. Why should I hire you?”
The last comment not directed at her face, but a degree or two lower. Maybe, Brooke thought, just maybe. She crosses her legs, giving him a quick view of flesh, and then stares at him straight in the eyes.
“I think I can handle it, Mr. Hunter, and I’ll work hard and do anything you ask.”
Let’s see if he takes the bait, she thought.
Hunter stares at her, his eyes covering her figure from her knees to her eyes. Lust is building inside him. Brooke would soon know if her estimation of him and of her own assets is correct. The man rises from his chair and comes to the front of the desk. He sits on the edge and gazes at Brooke with raised eyebrows.
“You think you’re better equipped for this job than the other applicants, do you?”
“Yes, sir, I really do.”
“This hotel isn’t always a friendly place,” Hunter said with slight smile. “We attract the seedier clientele if you know what I mean.”
Brooke nods. “I think so.”
“If you’re one of those ‘hashtag metoo’ types who think every time a man’s attention is a little to … err … sexual, you run screaming that you’ve been violated, then this is not the place for you. A woman as sexy as you are is going to attract attention around here.”
“I understand, Mr. Hunter,” Brooke said with a smile. “I’m not like that, no, and I can handle anything.”
“How badly do you want this job?”
There it is, she thought. I was right and now to play it through.
“Mr. Hunter,” Brooke whispers as she leans forward affording him a view of her cleavage, “I’d do anything to get this job. ANYTHING.”
Hunter rose from the desk nodding and goes to the door. When he turns the key, Brooke knows she has won. As the man comes toward her, the look in his eyes familiar, as is the bulge now apparent in his pants. Hunter leans over, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her on the lips. Brooke returns his kiss and slips her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues meet, tease, and play with each other.
Hunter slips his hand into her slipover, cupping her breasts. The woman leans back in the chair as he plays with the nipples. She can feel heat slowly building between her legs. He might be in his fifties, but the man is far from lacking knowledge in the sex act. While still kissing, Hunter maneuvers to his knees in front of her. When they break, he nibbles at her ear and neck. Brooke closes her eyes and tilts her head back. It won’t be long before she’d begin panting and gyrating. Hunter is building her up fast, and the brunette has no desire to repel the manager.
When he eased his hand up her skirt, Brooke spread her legs to allow him ready access. He cups her crotch, and the woman squeezes her legs, grasping his hand so Hunter can’t pull away. Suddenly, Brooke feels the zipper on her skirt open and then pulled down over her legs. She still had not opened her eyes. Hunter began kissing between her thighs, and Brooke put her hands on his head. The man is getting Brooke so hot that she wanted to jump right on his hard cock. Brooke can hardly wait to feel him in her but knows if she wants this job, she’d better let him lead the way.
When Brooke opens her legs wider, Hunter put his face in her crotch and bit gently into the mound of hair. The brunette inhales deeply and pushes her body into his face. For the first time since he had started working on her, Brooke opens her eyes. Hunter is nibbling at her mound, through her panties, and driving her insane. She pulls her panties off and throws them aside. No sooner had Brooke done that than Hunter is back at her pussy, nibbling, flicking his tongue at her lips, and slowly, but methodically, turning her body into a volcano that’ll explode at any time.
Hunter reaches behind her and pulls the lower part of her body forward. It’s uncomfortable, and she thought her back might break. However, when the man pulls his tongue across her pussy, Brooke wouldn’t have cared if she were on a bed of nails. The woman pushes her pussy into his face and presses his head even harder into her body. When the man shoves his tongue in her cunt Brooke immediately orgasms, and she wraps her legs around his head and pushes as hard as she can against him. The woman is amazed that he is still able to breathe.
Hunter is no novice at sex. His tongue reams her insides and Brooke continues to cum-squirt. She doesn’t think she’d ever quit. Finally, when it seems the woman had drained her last, her body slows and her legs slowly, and limply, slip from Hunter’s shoulders. Brooke’s eyes are still closed, and she’s breathing heavily. It’s been a while since Brooke has had such good cunnilingus, and is savoring the afterglow. Brooke’s hands slowly move over her stomach, down to the mound of hair, where she presses gently. It feels good.
When Brooke does open her eyes and gaze up at Hunter, he’s just putting his handkerchief back in his pocket, and his face is clean. He smiles at her and, without saying a word, begins undressing. When he’s completely nude, the woman looked at the cock sticking out between his legs. It’s above average, not as big as some she’s had, but ample to give a girl a thrill. His balls hang loosely in their sac, and the large vein on the bottom of his cock is pulsating, ready to unload. The man evidently needs some satisfaction. After the way he’d taken care of her, nothing is too good for Hunter.
Brooke rises from the chair, pulls her slipover off, and turns so he can unbutton her bra. When her breasts are free, Hunter cups one in each hand and slowly massages them. The nipples, which are still erect, seem to point even more, and when he bends and sucks on them, an electric spark goes to the deepest part of Brooke’s loins.
When the woman takes his stiff cock in her hand, he presses hard against her body and put his lips to hers. Their tongues again do the tango as Hunter slowly, smoothly, rubs his e cock against her mound. The woman takes his hand and leads him to the couch situated against one wall. Putting her hands on the man’s shoulders, Brooke gently pushes him down to where he’s lying flat, and his pleading cock is sticking straight up.
The older man closes his eyes, and an appearance of absolute pleasure comes over his face when Brooke mounts his cock. Brooke’s cunt is still juicy, and his cock slides into the hole easily. Hunter takes a tit in each hand and massages them as Brooke rides his stick, slowly, pulling herself to where the head is all that’s inside her, then easing down, taking all of it in her cunt.
Hunter chews at her nipples, first one, then the other, and each time he does, Brooke again feels that spark travel all the way to her cunt. The more the man sucks and massages the harder she fucks. Brooke’s breathing heavily now and pumping at a more rapid pace. It won’t be long until Brooke would again cum-squirt, but she wants him to cum with her. She sits straight on his cock, where the entire length is inside and moves her body so it’d touch each side of her hot cunt. Then, the woman reaches behind her and takes his balls in hand. Gently massaging them, Brooke soon feels Hunter moving, shoving his cock even deeper inside. At the same time, he’s very slowly brushing just the tips of his fingers along her breasts, across the nipples, setting her on fire even more.
“Are you ready?” Brooke breathlessly asks.
“Yes … Now…” Hunter moans.
He pushes into her so hard Brooke thinks he’s going to ram his cock through her throat. Then she feels his warm fluid paint her insides. At the same time, the woman opens her valve and lets her juices spurt free. The two mixes and it felt as if Brooke had a flood going on inside her cunt. Hunter continues to ram his cock home, making her spurt each time he does.
Eventually, when their orgasm wanes Brooke falls forward, and they kiss long and passionately, with Hunter’s cock, now shrinking, still deep inside her cunt.
Before their lovemaking even finished, Brooke knows she has the job as night clerk at the Easy Inn Hotel. Since that time, Terry and Brooke have had many sexual encounters, but her becoming night manager has been mostly her own doing. Brooke works hard, does her job as well, if not better than most others did, and had soon become accepted by all the hotel staff as the night manager. Brooke’s job also allowed her the apartment at the hotel.
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