John Fine - Sexy little sister

Tired from his long day he had taken a long hot bath after dinner and donned a casual pair of knit slacks and a sweater. He would have preferred to put on his pajamas and gone straight to bed. But experience had taught him that until at least eleven there was little chance of rest from his duties at the hotel.

In the next room he could hear the TV blurting stupid wise cracks of a family comedy. He hated television and didn't care much for his wife and three children who huddled intently in front of it. At thirty-seven he was still hard and lean, with a quick intelligence given more to serious reading and drama than casual evening entertainment and parties. And at thirty-three his wife was already thirty pounds too fat and given only to anything that would make her look like an up and coming socialite in the community.

The phone rang and Adolfus Butler grimaced. Probably for him. Quickly he downed the rest of his martini and waited. A shrill cry from his wife confirmed his guess, and resignedly he picked up the receiver by his chair. In a businesslike manner he gave his name and waited.

"Mr. Butler, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you said to call you if there was anything you could do." The voice was very, very young, but remarkably low and sweet. "This is Suzie Smith-in 218-Daddy Smith's daughter. I hate to call you but this is kind of an emergency-an embarrassing emergency." The voice seemed hesitant, a bit bashful or embarrassed.

Adolfus Butler smiled as he identified the caller and relaxed. He'd expected a bitchy matron complaining about an employee, or a nervous desk clerk concerned about cashing an out of town check. Quietly he spoke into the phone and assured the young girl of his willingness to help. He had met the girls before when their father had been there on business, and while he didn't care much for big slow-witted Daddy Smith, he'd always liked his cute young girls. When Daddy had called him the night before, he'd been more than happy to agree to look out for them.

"I'm glad you're so nice, Mr. Butler. Daddy said we could rely on you for anything. But, this is really kind of silly. When I was taking a shower I dropped my pajama bottoms in the toilet." There was a timid pause, before the voice continued. "I know this is silly, but I just did-accidentally. And since we're only here for one night I only brought one pair. I guess I could sleep only with the tops, but I don't know what Daddy would think if he ever knew. I thought maybe you might have some extras…"

Adolfus listened to the embarrassed teenager good naturedly. This was really a new one, but he was more than willing to try and help out the modest young girl in her exaggerated difficulty. Quickly he assured her that he'd loan her a pair of his oldest daughter's. They'd be a little big, but enough for the evening. He'd be up in twenty minutes,

A few minutes later Jack Hayes unbuttoned the brass buttons of his bright crimson jacket, leaned back in his easy chair and lit a huge cheroot. Just off duty, the handsome Bell Captain relaxed and began to contemplate how to find a piece of ass for the evening. His thoughts were interrupted by the jangling telephone.

"Damned," he muttered to himself, don't they know I'm off duty? What do they want now?"

But he quit grumbling when he heard the pretty voice on the other end. It was Cindy this time-and she was much more direct with him that Suzie had been with the manager. Efficiently and in detail she asked him to their party and told him what was up. From the way he had eyed the two girls when they registered, she wasn't afraid of his refusing.

"And if you don't want to come, that's fine," she concluded. "But don't you dare tell anyone about our invitation. If you do I'll lie and tell people you tried to molest us. You'll lose your job."

"Hold it sweetheart, hold it," cried Jack, hardly able to conceal his amusement. "I ain't gonna tell, and I love pussy. I'm as horny as you two, but I'm not going to talk about it. I'll let my dong do the talking. If you want it, you sure can have it. Be right up."

"No, make it forty minutes. We're expecting another guest first-one we have to warm up. Eight forty-five, room 218. And bring a couple of bottles of wine. Okay?"

"Great. This going to be an orgy?"

"It sure will if we can make it one. Just open the door and walk right in," concluded Cindy enthusiastically.

Cindy made a similar call to the desk clerk. Steve Fitzpatrick. There were no problems at all. He'd be thereon time. The girls' plans were working perfectly.

By the time the calls were finished it was already eight twenty. Time for Mr. Butler to arrive. Quickly Cindy checked the adjoining room. Joey lay soundly asleep under his covers. Quietly she closed the door.

As soon as the door shut, Joey jumped out of bed-fully clothed. In his pocket was twenty-two dollars he'd saved surreptitiously over the last year. At eleven years of age, Joey Smith had transferred his interest in planes to girls.

His pleas to go to the convention was only a ruse. He'd heard from the bigger boys in school that in the Capitol there were women who'd go down for ten dollars. He had enough for two women, plus a little extra for soda and candy.

In his naive mind, the young virgin boy had hoped to convince his father to let him go alone. That, of course, would have been impossible from Daddy's point of view. But with two young horny sisters as his chaperones, things were as good as could be hoped for. While Cindy and Suzie fucked their brains out in their room, Joey had plenty of time to find some nookie for himself.

Quickly he unlocked his outside door and headed down the hall. The elevator opened ahead of him and immediately he stepped into an alcove to hide. Mr. Adolfus Butler passed without noticing him. Discreetly, Joey took the stairs down to the main lobby rather than risk being seen on the elevator.

At his knock the girls welcomed Mr. Butler into their room. Though his clothes were casual, his manner and bearing were impeccable. Always her prepared the ideal hotel manager. Under his arm he carried a suit of pajamas, clean and crisply ironed.

Susie greeted him from the bed where she sat with a childish but sensual smile. The older man grinned back. He'd always liked the Smith girls, both for their warm personalities and their physical attractiveness. Admiringly he gazed at Suzie's long slender legs, her thighs hardly hidden by the pajama top she wore. Aware of a small knot forming in his crotch at the display of her fresh teen flesh, he regretted he wasn't a boy of sixteen once again.

"Hope these will do, Suzie," he said warmly, handing over the night clothes. "My oldest daughter is a lot heavier than you, but you're about the same height. Maybe you can make do for the night."

"Oh, I'm sure I can, Mr. Butler," exclaimed the fourteen-year-old sweetly, taking the clothes. "They're so attractive too," she continued, twisting on the bed to look at them better. As she did so, Mr. Butler was startled to see a tuft of dark hair and a gash of pink flesh between her legs. At first he didn't believe his eyes, but as Suzie rocked back and forth on the bed the short top swung repeatedly open, exposing her pretty young quim.

The older man wondered that such a modest young girl would be so thoughtless about a display of her genitals. But he knew fourteen-year-olds were often still in a transitional phase and probably she was just too naive to be conscious of what she was doing. Undoubtedly it never occurred to her that she was treating him to a display of her young tender cunt. A moment later Suzie's actions seemed to confirm his judgment.

As women do, she pressed the tops of the new pajamas across her chest and sat up on her knees to see how they fit. "Oh, they're just perfect," she said, looking at herself in the mirror, "and such a pretty material." And they were a perfect I it, ending in length just below her navel. The girl's entire hair pie was naked to the manager's view. As she twisted back and forth, gazing at herself in the mirror, her thick pussy lips opened and closed repeatedly.