St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter 11
Once John was out the door, I sat down on the settee and poured myself a second cup of café. After drinking half of it, I made my way to the bathroom for a shower.
I set the temperature control to 37ºC. The water quickly warmed, and I slipped out of my robe, dropping it to the floor. As I stepped into the marble shower stall, I could still feel coldness on my feet. I stood under the delicate spray, and allowed the warm water to cascade over me.
I washed my hair and myself quickly, deciding to spend a little time in the Jacuzzi tub. I turned off the shower and went over to the tub to fill it. While the water was running, I went out to the living room to pick up my café. As I reached the table, there was a soft knock on the door. Since I was wearing nothing, I decided against answering it. Moments later I heard the passkey in the lock and the door slowly opened.
Henri stepped in, carrying toiletries, towels, and fresh robes. He looked over at me, and immediately apologised for the intrusion. I told him not to worry, that I had very little modesty.
He asked if he could come in and change out the towels. I told him of course. He made his way to the bathroom, and I heard him turn off the water in the Jacuzzi tub. As he tossed the old towels and robes out the bathroom door, he stuck his head out and told me the tub was ready for use.
I went to the side of the tub, and Henri offered me his hand to assist in getting into the tub. I took hold of him, and gently let myself down into the warm water. Once I was seated, he turned on the switches to activate the jets. Once everything was running smoothly, he turned to finish picking up the towels and robes from the floor. He went back out to the living room and I heard him at the door talking to the femme de chambre in the hall. He quickly returned to the bathroom with fresh towels and robes. When he had them put away, he set out a towel and robe for me on the dressing chair. With that, he asked if I needed anything further. I told him no, and thanked him for his service. He then asked me what time would be good for the femme de chambre to come in and change the linens and refresh the room. I told him I would be going downstairs for breakfast as soon as I finished my bath. He smiled, nodded and walked into the living room. I heard him open the door and let himself out.
I think I was just a little bit disappointed that I had not had an encounter with Henri like I had had with Jacques the previous morning. My pénis had hardened and was insisting it needed attention. I squeezed my nipples for a few moments and then let my hands make their way down to my groin. With one hand I began to stroke my tool, and with the other I massaged my couilles. I lay there with the jets massaging me, stroking my tool, and my mind fantasizing about last night. I quickly brought myself to orgasm, shooting my semen up and out of the water. I watched as it fell back to the surface of the water and floated around on the currents of the pool. Once my orgasm had finished, I got myself out of the tub. I wrapped myself in one of the clean towels, and went into the bedroom. I dressed in my après ski clothing, put on my shoes, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
In the restaurant I was immediately seated by the hostess. She was a pleasant woman, and seated me by the large windows overlooking the lake. My serveur arrived tableside pushing a serving cart. He enquired as to my preference for tea or café. I asked if he had English breakfast tea on the cart, and he nodded yes. He immediately setup the cup and saucer for me, and added the tea bag and hot water for me. He asked if I required a French or English menu. I told him I did not need a menu, that I wanted a large glass of orange juice, croissants with Camembert cheese, and crêpes with blueberries. He acknowledged my order and left the table.
My orange juice, croissants and Camembert appeared almost instantly. I took a sip of my tea, but it had already grown cold. I was going to request a new one, but the serveur was already removing the cold tea and replacing it with fresh, hot tea. As I ate my cheese and croissant, as I stared at the lake. The sky had darkened and it appeared a storm was blowing in. By the time my crêpes arrived, the storm had arrived and it was snowing heavily. I was concerned about John being caught in the storm on the ski slopes. I was hoping he would cancel the skiing and come back to the hotel.
While I sat staring out into the storm, deep in thought, I felt hands on my shoulders and nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled around to find John behind me. He was laughing and making fun of me as usual. The serveur saw what he had done, and smiled. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Oh how I hated it when he did that to me.
He took the seat directly opposite me. The serveur saw him sit down, and promptly brought café. John was predictable; the staff knew he always had café in the morning. The serveur asked him if he wanted breakfast, but John told him he had eaten at the ski lodge earlier.
I asked John if he had gotten any skiing in, and he told me that he managed about an hour before he saw the storm coming in, and decided to call it a day. He did not like skiing during a storm.
As we sat sipping our respective drinks, we stared out at the storm. From the looks of it, this would be quite a storm. There would be much fresh powder on the slopes in the morning, the skiing would be excellent.
I asked John if he had anything that needed to get done today, and he told me he had already called his office and faxed the necessary papers to close the deal he was currently working on. He suggested we spend some of the day shopping at the quaint stores which were located close to the hotel, and the rest of the time in our suite enjoying the view, Jacuzzi, and each other. I saw the twinkling look in his eye, and hoped we would be up for all day sex.
We finished up, and John signed the check. We headed out to the lobby for the elevators, and ran into Jacques at the front desk. John asked if he was well, that we had heard he had trouble sleeping the previous night. Jacques gave us a wink, and told us that he appreciated our interest in his health, and that once he had finally gotten to bed he was able to sleep. All three of us sported large smiles at that remark. To anyone else listening, the exchange was totally innocent; to us it was completely wicked.
He asked if we would be in for the day, and John told him we probably would, but wanted to get some shopping done too. He told us that the femme de chambre had finished our linen change, and the suite was completely freshened and ready for us. John thanked him and we headed for the elevators once again.
When the elevator doors closed, John pinned me to the wall and grabbed my groin. He lowered his voice, and using his most menacing tone, asked if I was ready for rough sex. Taking on my usual role in the rough games, I timidly replied to him that I was his sex toy; to be used anyway he wanted. With that, he leaned forward and bit me sharply on the neck.
As the elevator doors opened on our floor, John grabbed my shirt at the neck and dragged me to the suite. Once inside, he pushed me roughly onto the settee. He commanded me to quickly strip out of my clothes. I complied immediately. He told me to get the box of toys from the bedroom. I was not crazy about rough sex, but I knew that John needed it on occasion. I think it had something to do with the caveman inside him trying to get out.
We carried a small box of sex toys whenever we traveled, especially for these times.
I returned with the box, and John opened it. He took out the handcuffs, and cuffed me to the arm of the settee. He pushed me down into a sitting position. Next he took out a cock ring and forced it over my couilles and pénis. He then took out the dildo which had been molded from his manhood and ordered me to assume the position. I got up on my hands and knees, and felt John pushing the large dildo into my anus without benefit of lubricant. On the second push, he was able to get the dildo to pass my sphincter. He then buried it all the way in.
He came around to my face and smiled wickedly at me. He asked if I was ready to take his tool in my mouth while his dildo stretched my rear. I again told him I was his sex toy, ready for anything he wanted.
When he was in one of his rough moods, he usually did not remove his clothes. I think he felt more powerful with his clothing on.
He quickly lowered his zipper and brought his steel hard meat out of his pants. He allowed me to look at it for a minute, then he stepped up to my face and proceeded to cock whip me with it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue hoping to get a taste of the head. With only a few slaps, he was already leaking copiously. I could taste the pre-cum as his tool slid across my tongue.
At this point, he ordered me to suck him, and slammed himself into my mouth. With a single thrust, his meat was down my throat, pushing deeply into me. I commenced using every oral skill I knew, to please and pleasure him. I felt him lean over me, and soon his hand was working the dildo in and out of my anus in rhythm with the thrusting of his tool in my throat.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself, being assaulted front and back by such a man. The cock ring had my little pénis rock hard, and I was so wishing I could reach it to rub myself. Damn those handcuffs!
I felt John pulsing and stretching in my throat, and figured he would shoot very soon. To my surprise however, he withdrew from my mouth, and removed the dildo from my anus.
Without a word, he switched positions, forcing his meat into my now stretched anus, and the dildo into my mouth and down my throat. He resumed his ramming speed, and the pulsing and stretching quickly resumed.
He lasted about five more minutes, and then with a loud groan, he unloaded in my anus. It was a massive ejaculation, much more than usual. This was common when John was in rough mode. As he slipped out of my anus, he withdrew the dildo from my mouth. It was good to breathe normally again.
As John's breathing returned to normal, he gripped my hips with his hands and pivoted me around so I could sit down. He looked at my swollen member, and commented on how large it looked. This was his way of complimenting me on my size, even though we both knew it was not true.
He reached for me and massaged the head with his fingertips and slowly stroked me. He then did the unexpected. He knelt down in front of me and kissed my little tool. John rarely engaged in oral sex with anyone. He proceeded to fellate me and I could not control myself. After just a few moments, I started to swell and pulse. I told John I was about to shoot, so he could remove his mouth from me. He never allowed semen in his mouth. He sat back up and continued pumping me with his hand. I climaxed very had, shooting semen up into the air, which then splashed down on John's hand and my belly.
As my breathing returned to normal, John removed the handcuffs and put them back into the toy box. He left the dildo out on the table so I could wash it before putting it away.
With the handcuffs off, I was able to rub my wrists, which had become sore from the cuffing. John took my face between his hands and gave me one of his most passionate kisses, which were given only after rough sex.
He took me by the hand and walked me to the bathroom, where the Jacuzzi was already running, and a bottle of chilled Champagne was in the ice bucket. He realised that my muscles were sometimes sore after rough sex and a warm bath helped to relax them. He smiled and told me he had arranged it with Jacques while we were at breakfast.
As I climbed into the tub, he poured the wine and handed me a glass. As I settled into the tub, he turned on the shower and stepped in.
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