Simone sighed as she slid her ample frame into the chair behind the front desk, the gas-lift supports of the chair hissing in what seemed surprise at the load they now needed to bear.

 

At 120 kilograms, or 300 pounds in the old money, Simone was certainly no small thing and at only 19 years of age her bulk did make her look older, especially in the neat dark skirt suit that comprised her work uniform, however, being rather tall at around 6 feet,  with abnormally large breasts, a surprisingly narrow waist and very wide hips, she was an hourglass-shaped vision of Amazonian perfection.

 

She casually glanced up at the clock- just going on 4.30pm- it was going to be a long shift, not finishing until 10.30am the following morning, as she owed the General Manager, Mr Ross, extra hours and they had mutually agreed for her to work it all off over one night, rather than an hour here, an hour there.

 

Mr Ross was a kind and generous man- an uncommon trait amongst the luxury hotel managers she had worked for over her short working life, and while at the time she had agreed to making the hours up on this particular date, Simone had overlooked the fact that it was a Thursday night, her usual night off-which meant having to call off her usual Thursday night entertainment with her best friend, Annie.

 

Annie had been Simone's best friend at high school and, upon completion of their Year 12, Annie had gone to university and Simone commenced a hotel management traineeship.

 

Annie was Yin to Simone's Yan and while both girls had meat on their bones they both, Annie was considerably smaller in both weight and height than Simone and preferred the partying lifestyle of the   stereotypical uni student to the long hours and vocational application of her friend. Copious quantities of booze, recreational drugs, house parties and dancing in nightclubs was her thing and with Thursday nights typically being Uni Nights in most venues they frequented, Simone would generally stay by Annie's side on the large Thursday nights her friend would partake- almost in a chaperone capacity than as another partying teenager.

 

Part of the reason was this- even without a skinful of booze or amphetamines in her system- Annie loved cock. Whether in her hands, down her throat, in her silken pussy or hungry ass, Annie was a nymphomaniac through and through, and certainly her reputation in this regard meant that at the venues she regularly frequented, Annie had no shortage of willing candidates to try to sate her wanton desires.

Simone did not care so much that Annie gave away so many favours, but she did try to be the sentinel who had the right of veto over who Annie took into the unisex toilets, under the DJ-booth, lane way, car, or home.

 

While Simone had a healthy sex drive too, and like most women, was usually able to find a sexual partner if the need arose, like many large women, she tended to guard her cookies closely, so as not to appear as is she was desperate for any male attention- she wasn't, for that matter, but did sometimes feel a slight pang of jealousy that Annie, even with her nod of approval, always managed to get all the guys and that at times, in spite of herself, she would turn down a cute guy i she felt any sort of "pity fuck" vibe-real or imagined-then, after seeing Annie and her night's beau safely home, end up finishing herself off at home alone with fingers or vibrator. 

 

The exception to the rule, however, was an older attached or married man- Simone could almost cream herself on the spot knowing that the man who was trying to get into her pants had a significant other and that he now wanted her instead.

                            * * *

Simone put her phone back into her handbag after having exchanged text messages with Annie, who was naturally disappointed that Simone would not be able to make their usual party night, but, for a change, decided she could do without a night dancing and instead, spend the night being pounded by the considerable cock of a boy called James, who inhabited the rarified air belonging to a very select band of men to whom Annie would sleep with more than once. Simone could only vaguely remember what James looked like, but she was relieved to hear that Annie would not be heading out on her own- James had been on the scene for about 6 months, so her friend's safety was fairly assured- if only she could remember what he looked like! As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a new message- it was from Annie and the photo she had sent instantly made Simone wet- James was an attractive and well built young man, with toned arms, broad shoulders, a washboard stomach and a true porn-star penis. "Well,Annie my friend," thought Simone, "you are going to be sore tomorrow!" It was then that Simone realised that it had been almost six months since she had had sex through her self-administered celibacy and came to the sudden conclusion that she really needed a good fuck and that the uneasiness that had been creeping its way into her consciousness of late was actually just Simone getting hornier and hornier with every day that went by.

 

The hotel that Simone worked at and that she was tonight acting duty manager for, could best be described as a very small luxury hotel- only 32 rooms, two to a floor on either side of the elevator shaft in the narrow  18-storey building in the middle of Sydney's central business district.

 

Tastefully and elegantly decorated and furnished, not the most expensive accommodation in the city but certainly not cheap, the rooms were probably better suited to honeymoon couples than for the business travelers which had become their stock-in-trade. This was not at all surprising when you considered the location of the hotel in a primarily mercantile part of the city, with no water views and no retail shopping in the immediate vicinity to attract the tourists. 

 

The hotel itself, other than the guest rooms, offered by way of services; a microscopic fitness centre, a small bar that doubled as a coffee bar in the mornings, with in-room dining and complimentary continental breakfasts provided to hotel guests courtesy of the bistro next door. In what appeared an odd addition to the facilities and feel for whole hotel , the bar also contained two poker machines, which had been placed there almost as an afterthought by the hotel's owner, an eccentric elderly Jewish gentleman, who coincidentally happened to sit on the board of a company who manufactured poker machines. 

 

Being so compact, the hotel could operate on a fairly skeleton staff most of the time- housekeeping and security services were outsourced and overnight, other than the front desk, maybe a second person to run room service orders.

 

Taking a look at the room booking list for tonight, Simone could see that she would be flying solo with less than half the rooms having been rented and all but one of those being a single occupant per room. Only one more booking, another solo traveller was still to register for the evening. Walk-in bookings in this part of the city were unlikely and Simone could foresee much of her night being spent playing solitaire on the desk computer. 

 

The desk phone trilled, Simone answered it and duly took an order for an early dinner from the elderly couple in Room 202. She then called the neighboring bistro and the chef said told her that she could collect the order in about twenty minutes.

 

Twenty five minutes later, balancing a tray containing two bowls of vegetable soup,  two grilled chicken breasts served with seasonal vegetables and pan juices and a small bowl of fruit salad, Simone knocked on the door of Room 202. The door was opened by the elderly gentleman and Simone squeezed past him and, smiling at his wife, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, placed the tray on the small dining table and began taking the lids off the bowls.

 

The elderly lady tried to stand up by holding onto the table, but lost her grip and began to fall. In a reflex action, Simone caught her before she hit the floor, but in the process managed to elbow the tray which then flung a bowl of soup all over the front of Simone's jacket and skirt.

 

After making a huge fuss over the trouble they had caused, and no, no need to order another soup- we will pay for the meal and apologising profusely, Simone finally managed to extricate herself from the room, covered in soup but with a $20 tip.

 

As she rode down in the elevator, she looked at herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator car and noticed that the jacket was stained badly. Her blouse was also damp- she hoped that there may be another suit jacket in the staff change room, to which she went hurriedly after alighting the car on the ground floor.

 

Stripping off in the change room, she noticed that the skirt was ok and the soup stain almost unnoticeable, she did have a spare blouse, which she quickly put on without buttoning up and looked sadly at her jacket- a definite dry cleaning job was required here and, partly because of her bulk and partly due to the translucent nature of the blouse fabric under the lights at the front desk she simply had to wear a jacket- Simone began opening the other lockers, hoping that one of the other three front office girls had left a jacket here- one girl had, but, as Simone was significantly larger than any of the other female staff, the jacket barely made it round her sides and she could just do up the bottom button. It made her look like an overstuffed sausage and the only way she could breathe was to undo the top two buttons of her blouse- coupled with the push-up effect of the tightly buttoned jacket, this meant that she was displaying considerably more of her soft, creamy, pale and voluminous titflesh than she was usually comfortable displaying at work, but her now sex-starved mind gave her justification to wear something that she was certain would not be deemed acceptable attire in the employee handbook, but anyway, even if she did say so herself- she looked downright hot, if a little bit on the slutty side, with the excess cleavage on show.

 

There was no more time to worry about it now though, as the door chime signified that there was now someone coming into the reception area, so she hurried out to the front desk to greet them.

 

Terry Smilie's eyes were closed as  slid his laptop bag off his shoulder and forced a weary smile in the direction of the sound of whoever had just heard sit heavily in the chair behind the desk.

 

"Terry Smilie, I have a reservation" he spoke, pleasantly, but with the air of someone who was almost utterly exhausted".

 

"Good evening Mr Smilie, yes, we have been expecting you. Welcome to The 32 All-Suite Hotel. It is just the one night isn't it?"

 

Terry opened his eyes and now looked at the source of the voice, as it was a very young sounding voice with just a hint of a quiver that had asked him that question.

 

As Simone was sitting down, he could not help but cop an eyeful of the peepshow on display, but, in an effort to not appear rude, forced his eyes from her cleavage to her face, and crushed his instant erection against the front of the reception desk.

 

Simone noticed the half-second longer his eyes had lingered on her chest and couldn't resist a small smile of her own as Terry's face reddened as he realised that she had seen the glance too.

 

Terry wasn't unattractive, about five centimetres shorter than her and he probably gave away close to fifty kilograms on her. His youngish features, clean shaven face, spectacles and light brown hair had Simone figuring that he was about thirty years of age- five to ten years younger than she preferred her men, not to mention that she generally went for guys taller than she was, but all the same, if she was out tonight as usual and he offered to buy her a drink, she wouldn't say no.

 

She asked for the usual photo identification and a credit card to complete the registration and her heart suddenly skipped two beats- the first as she noticed the wedding band on his left hand and the second at his actual date of birth printed on his drivers license- he was actually pushing forty! Simone stole another longer look at Terry and noticed the deep laugh lines at the corner of his eyes and the flecks of grey at his temples that were the signs of that age. Better and better! Simone was hoping that he would try to peek down her top again , but Terry, with an incredible amount of willpower, was appearing nonchalant and, to Simone, not the least bit interested in her. 

 

She completed the registration, programmed his card key for Room 901 and pointed out the bar, fitness centre, explained the complimentary turndown service and continental breakfast, availability of  room service and either the bistro next door or other restaurants about a  ten minute walk away and then sadly watched what was a fantastic looking backside step over to the elevator and Terry was whisked up to his room on the ninth floor. Simone shook her head wistfully and put her head down to concentrate on some other paperwork.

 

Terry let himself into the room, placed the card key into the power slot next to the door and the soft lights above the king-sized bed came on, allowing Terry to survey the room. Other than the bed, which looked soft and comfortable with high thread-count sheets and piled high with pillows, there was a chocolate coloured desk along one wall,  a high backed chair and an armchair of the same colour,

A built-in wardrobe, beige drapes with a chocolate trim either side of a large wall-mounted flat screen television and a frosted glass paneled door that let into a spacious bathroom about a third of the size of the main room, with a central chocolate-coloured vanity along the wall facing the door, a toilet to the left and a large shower recess to the right. A large mirror, the width of the vanity unit ran across the wall of the bathroom from the top of the vanity to the ceiling. 

Dropping his overnight bag and laptop bag onto the end of the bed, Terry was also somewhat surprised to notice a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, an unusual adornment for a hotel of this type.

 

He stripped off, keen for a shower to wash off the sweat and fatigue that had come from a day of back to back meetings after a very early start that day to catch the first flight up to Sydney. As he removed his underwear, his Simone-inspired erection snapped upwards to attention. Absent mindedly grabbing it with his right hand, he walked into the shower and the first spray of cold water quickly encouraged his penis to retreat to a flaccid state. 

As the temperature regulated under the warm needles of water from the wide shower head, and his thoughts turned once again to the buxom young lady at the reception desk, his cock once more sprang to attention.

Terry did not consider his penis to be large, it was just short of an average length, around five inches, but very thick- comparable to a soft drink can and just as solid. As he mentally undressed the huge girl downstairs, his hand curled once again between his legs and he quietly rubbed out a quick one off the wrist, shooting a long stream of semen out onto the shower wall and washed the thick white mess down the plug hole. 

 

Half an hour later, suitably refreshed and having taken a twenty minutes map to recharge, Terry dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with his suit jacket over the top, and rode the elevator down to the lobby. He cheerily informed Simone that he was just popping out for some dinner and left his room card key on the counter for her to mind while he was out for dinner.

 

Shortly after Terry left, Simone strapped on the pager, locked the automatic doors and grabbing a sheet of paper from the printer, headed towards the elevators to complete the turndowns in the four rooms that it was to be done by. It took her about 15 minutes to reach Room 901 and Simone let herself in with the master key and set about turning down the quilt, placing a chocolate on the pillow and turning on the bedside lamps.

 

As she folded back the corner of the quilt, Simone heard a metallic clattering and kneeling down, found Terry's iPhone, which had been charging on the bedside table. The movement had caused the wallpaper screen to illuminate on the device, and as Simone picked it up, she noticed the photo was a wedding scene of Terry and his wife. Simone's eyes widened, "Well, well, Mr Smilie!", she murmured, your wife is a fattie- and indeed she was a round, dumpling-shaped woman, almost a head shorter than her husband. Pretty, with fair hair and rosy cheeks.

 

Simone knew that she shouldn't, but she flicked her thumb across the unlock screen arrow and noticing that the phone was not password protected, clicked into the Photos stored on the phone and began to scroll though them absently. For the second time in a minute, her eyes opened wide again as she discovered a self-photo of Terry- naked, with that stubby but incredibly thick cock fully erect.

 

Simone greedily drank in the image and in the back of her brain, remembered that, physiologically speaking, the perfect size and shape of a man's penis if it was to connect with the most nerve endings in a woman's vagina was roughly the same dimensions as a round doorknob- and here was a perfect specimen. Her hand went involuntarily to her pussy and even through both the material of her skirt and panties she could feel the dampness. Glancing up, she could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror and how she was blushing- her colour turned almost beetroot as a naughty idea quickly formed in her head. Before she lost her nerve, she unbuttoned her blouse all the way, pulled down the miracle of lace, elastic and underwire that was her custom- made bra, releasing her huge, yet still youthfully perky H-cup puppies from their constraints. She had played a fair bit of basketball while at school and so her back muscles were still strong, which helped to counter the strain on her back from the weight of her tits and when she stood with her back and shoulders straight, her breasts looked absolutely perfect. Holding this pose, she took a photo of herself with the phone's camera and then, after saving it, captioned the photo "I thought you might like a better view- personal inspection welcome. Just dial '0' for Guest Services".

 

Her pager buzzed, signifying that someone was ringing the doorbell next to the locked Automatic entrance doors. Simone picked up the phone next to the bed, dialed the front door to let the caller know that she would be down to let them in shortly, buttoned herself up again and let herself out of the room.

 

Simone had never felt so nervous before in her life. Terry Smilie was not yet back from dinner over an hour later and she was having the pangs of doubt as to the wisdom of her rash actions upstairs. Fraternisation with guests in any capacity was strictly prohibited and here she was basically asking for one to fuck her. Even though technically guests were not allowed to bring anyone else back up to their rooms- what would happen if he went out to a bar or club after his meal and picked up a bedmate for the evening? What on earth was she thinking? He was more than likely to be a happily married man with no interest in a fling- but how did that explain the naked photo on his phone? Even worse, if he fell into the faithful to his wife category and he didn't look through his photos daily and SHE found Simone's photo on Terry's phone instead- oh my goodness- she could end up making all sorts of trouble for the poor guy. Not to mention the very real probability that he would not have any reason to look through the photos on his phone tonight.

 

Once more however, her train of thought was interrupted by the object of her desire walking back in through the automatic doors.

 

Terry had drunk an extra Scotch and Dry during his dinner while he pondered the sexy young thing back at the hotel. He had a thing for fat girls, of that there could be no doubt, but this girl was huge in every dimension possible. He couldn't tell for sure, as she had been sitting down when he first saw her, but was willing to bet that she was also taller than he was- but so young-and those tits! 

 Convinced that the flesh on display was either an accident or designed for a boyfriend, he had decided that she was out of his league and besides, he had only been married four months himself- no need to stray as his wife's big, round, fleshy bottom took his fat cock into its warm depths most nights which was more than satisfactory. It was settled, he would go back to the hotel, have a couple more quick drinks in the bar there and then call it a night- he had another busy day tomorrow anyway, so sleep would be welcomed.

 

The girl was looking deep in thought as he entered the small lobby, so he didn't attempt to catch her eye as he walked in, instead making a sharpish left turn to take a seat at the small bar. Simone immediately jumped up from her chair and squeezed out from behind the desk to man the bar and Terry let out a whistle under his breath as he watched her boobs quiver as she walked and he took in the sight of the young Amazon-esqu woman as she politely enquired as to what he would like to drink.

 

"Errr, Scotch and Dry thanks, umm, Simone." he stammered, embarrassed at having forgotten  her name, but grateful that it have him an excuse to steal another glance at her boobs, as her name badge was fastened over her left breast.

 

"You are a jack-of-all trades then I take it Simone?", Terry ventured.

"Tonight I am, yes Sir," Simone replied crisply, "Just me to staff the desk, pour the drinks, turn down the beds, bring up the room service orders and other boring stuff!"

"Oh!", Terry spoke with a note of genuine surprise in his voice. "Is that normal- just one person on overnight?"

 

Simone went on to explain that when the hotel was as empty as it was tonight, then, yes it was and they made some polite conversation about the job and the hotel and the industry and the city of Sydney. By now, any lingering doubts that she may have had about whether Terry was a man she would like to sleep with were well and truly laid to rest- her loins were aching to feel his touch and she was very proud of herself to have been able to bring into the conversation that whenever she visited interstate, she would always take a photo of the room she stayed in, be it in a hotel, motel or friend's house-after asking if Terry did something similar, he mentioned that he hadn't before, but that was a nice idea and he should start doing that.

 

At that point the front desk phone rang and Simone excused herself to answer it. While talking, she picked up his room card key and waved it at him. Terry nodded and she placed it on the end of the reception desk. Looking down at the bar Terry saw four empty glasses in front of him- add that to the three drinks he had had with his dinner and he realised that he was actually quite light headed. Not wanting to have a hangover in the morning, he decided that he should go to bed. Determined to say good night to Simone, and have another perve at her big boobs, he was disappointed to see that after  hanging up the phone, she had disappeared, so he silently and a little unsteadily called down an elevator and unsuccessfully willed the car to stop on the way up to his floor in the hope that Simone might get into the elevator with him. Once in the room, he teetered over and fell onto the bed and the full effect of those seven Scotch and Dry's he had drunk had him fast asleep in no time.

 

Downstairs, Simone too was disappointed that Terry had gone up to his room without saying goodnight or waiting for her to return. She cursed herself for not waiting until she had come back from her small errand on the sixth floor to give him his card key. When she had heard no more from him over the next hour and a half, she figured that he must have retired for the night with no intention of straying from his wife. As the clock on her desk ticked over to midnight, she fired up solitaire on the computer and settled in for a long, boring overnight.

 

Terry awoke with a jolt just before one a.m. His head was spinning slightly and his tongue felt like carpet and his bladder like it was about to burst. He rolled off the bed and relieved himself in the toilet. Pouring a large glass of water, he gulped it down before pouring another which he also drank before opening his toiletries case and brushing his teeth.

Ablutions finished, he changed out of his clothes into a pair of boxer shorts and sitting back on the side of the bed, picked up his phone to set an alarm for the morning. Just as he was about to place the phone back onto the bedside table for the night, Terry remembered what Simone had said about taking a photo of the rooms he stayed in while traveling. Snapping a quick shot of the drapes and television, he open up the photos to check how the shot had come out when he noticed in the line of thumbnail images the unmistakeable picture of perky, huge breasts.

 

Despite herself, Simone was actually quite enjoying her games of solitaire on the computer tonight, she had had a run of wins and as a result, had been able to put the disappointment of not being able to seduce Mr Smilie behind her- the raging lust she had been experiencing when she took the photo of herself with Terry's phone had subsided to the point she didn't even feel the need to sneak off into the Ladies bathroom to masturbate to relieve the sensation; so when her desk phone rang with the trill denoting an inside line, she didn't even look over at the display to see what room it was; therefore within seconds, her libido was rampant upon hearing a slightly unsure of himself Terry Smilie clear his throat and say over the line: "Umm...ok...well, can I just say that I think you are both the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen and...err...ahem...is the offer to personally inspect your...ahh...assets , still open? If so, I would love to take you up on that."

Simone swallowed the lump in her throat hard and managed to mutter a reply that she hoped sounded sexy and not childish that it most certainly was and that she would be up to his room shortly.

 

Hanging up the phone, Simone suddenly felt giddy and very, very horny. She hoped the man upstairs had staying power, because she wanted fucking and a desire to cum, hard, lots. Gathering her wits about her, she remembered to lock the  automatic doors, switched outside calls to an answering machine and clipped the pager to her skirt, after switching it to silent, before grabbing the master card key, giving herself a quick spray of perfume from the tiny bottle she kept in her handbag, popping two breath mints in her mouth and hitting the call button on the elevator.

 

Hanging up the phone, Terry realised that he was shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely- he hadn't tried anything like this before- sure, he used to fuck around when he was in his late teens and early twenties- but this girl, despite her bulk, was probably half his age- Terry stopped the pacing up and down the room  he realised that he was doing and thought for a horrid moment that she could be underage, before assuring himself that no employer in this country would allow an underage girl to work by herself on an overnight shift- but then again, what bona fide employer outside of the sex trade allowed their staff to fuck the guests? Maybe that was it, this hotel was a front for a sex industry venue- his thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking at the door and whatever doubt he may have had was overridden by the instant hard-on that filled his jeans. Terry almost leapt to the door and with still trembling fingers, opened it to find a beaming Simone, who had shaken her shoulder-length hair out of its pony-tail bounce into the room and into his arms in a strong embrace.

 

Their lips met and they kissed deeply and passionately. Terry had to stand on tiptoe to reach her mouth and, being both taller and bodily larger, the big girl picked him up in a bear hug and kicking the door shut with her heel, carried him the few steps across the room to fling Terry onto the bed, then crawled after him across the mattress.

 

The man bounced backwards as her weight shifted the energy within the mattress, then having landed on his knees with his back against the pillows, found Simone's face level with his crotch, and her eyes inches from the bulge straining the fabric of his boxers.

 

She looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, leaned her head forward and licked the outside of his shorts, her tongue gloriously traversing the contours of his thick cock. Sliding towards him on her elbows, she pulled down the boxer shorts and caught his penis in her mouth as it sprang upwards upon release. Luckily Simone had a big mouth; while the length of his penis offered no real challenge to be able to deep throat, she struggled to fit its girth between her lips.

 

End of Part One!