The Night Manager

The huge imposing outline of the 18th century country house, loomed ominously against the inky black Cotswold sky. Like nearly all the old family homes in the area, it had been turned many years ago into a large well furnished and very expensive, hotel. Jonn wasn’t all that keen on what was happening to these places – but at least it kept them from being neglected and becoming empty shells.

It was around 2am and the bar had just emptied. That meant that Jonn as night manager could relax a little. He knew all the tricks he needed to erase any evidence of his ‘personal playtime’ on the reception desk equipment and even used to printer to produce a few images he would then take into the toilet and ‘use’ for his pleasure. Images of fantasy rape and young looking women were always his favourite and he would download any particularly realistic rape images or seemingly genuinely young girls he would find onto his memory stick.

He had just finished cleaning up the bar and had made his way back to the reception desk, when the phone next to him rang. He glaced at the room number……25……that was one of two deluxe rooms. They were fitted out with huge plasma TVs and four poster beds. And there was enough room in them to even to have a sofa and chairs.

“Hello reception”, he said almost automatically.

A mans voice  answered him. Jonn judged him be around 50ish. The rich Eastern European accent told Jonn he was probably

Being put up by the social security until they could find him somewhere more permanent to stay. That happened a lot in this hotel, but usually in such an expensive room.

“I need to speak to the manager”, said the man.

“I am the night duty manager”, replied Jonn,”How can I help you?”

“Look this is a little embaressing”, he replied in an accent that gave away an Eastern European origin. “I think I’ve lost my wallet”.

“You only think?” answered Jonn, immediately getting suspicious.

The man went on to explain in broken English how he had ordered food in the room for him and his daughter. He didn’t seem to realise that this would be charged to the room and that he would be the one footing the bill for the extras.

Jonn stared at the computer and brought the actual figures up onto the screen. They had had quite a meal. Along with a couple of drinks for him and a Coke or two for her, they had managed to rack up an outstanding bill of £60.00 for just one meal.

Jonn felt a certain sympathy for the guy. He knew it couldn’t have been easy for him to drag his daughter half way across Europe to try and improve their chances in life. He was about to try and explain to him that he would everything he could do to loose the outstanding amount in the system overnight, when the the man on the other end of the phone butted in and in a quieter more pensive tone, told Jonn that there was another way he could settle the bill.

Jonn sat in silence for a second or two as the words slowly sank in.

“Come, see my daughter………”

There was a long pause, then Jonn replied, telling him he would be up in a moment or two.

He knew something strange was happening. This whole situation didn’t seem real. He walked down the corridor and stood in front of the door for a moment before raising his clenched fist and knocking on it gently.

The door was opened by the tallest man Jonn had ever seen.

He was a giant. He must have stood at least 6 foot 8inches tall. He had wide squared off shoulders and a shock of uncombed greying hair. Jonn was about right with his guess about the guy’s age. His rugged handsome face gave away his age at around 50 at least. The red shirt he wore was faded and worn around the collar. His jeans looked as though they had been spun from denim twice as thick as any Jonn had seen on the high streets.

He ushered Jonn into the room.

Jonn was about to try to explain to the man that he didn’t need to worry about the money. But he stopped mid sentence when he turned to face the corner of the room. There sat on an arm chair with her oversized tee-shirt pulled down to cover her drawn up legs, was one of the prettiest little girls Jonn had ever seen.

So this was the daughter. She couldn’t have been more than 13 years old. Her black gypsyish hair fell over her narrow smooth shoulders and framed a frightened sallow skinned young face.

When she caught Jonn’s eye she immediately looked down and seemed to whimper. She clutched the hem of her nightshirt and drew her long slim legs even closer up to her body.

A thousand thoughts rushed through Jonn’s mind. He was not a bad man. He had actually gone up the room to help the man out. But it was the fathers idea to introduce his daughter into the equation……not Jonn’s.

Jonn knew this was going to be a one off chance to indulge himself on such a tiny young beauty.

The man had seen Jonn staring at her as he finally decided to go through with this. He put his hand on Jonn’s shoulder and gently pushed him towards the girl.

Jonn stood there for what seemed an age staring down at her before the silence was shattered by the big man barking something at her in what Jonn guessed to be Polish.

Without warning the girl began to sob. Jonn glanced back at the father and was told with a gesture to turn around and watch his daughter instead.

She dropped the hem of her nightshirt and covered her face as she slid gracefully off the chair and stood upright in front of him. She couldn’t have been more than 5 foot tall. With her hands covering her crying eyes, Jonn was able to see the outline of her tiny budding breasts through the thin yellow cotton material of her oversized tee-shirt. Her little nipples were like a pair of needle points sticking into the back of the garment and hardly moved at all as she sobbed silently to herself. Her long lean legs were so smooth that Jonn didn’t think there any blemishes on them at all. Just perfect tanned young skin.

Once again her father said something to her in Polish. This time with less compassion.

She responded by lowering her hands from her face and dropping her arms by her side. It was clear she had been forced to do this before. Jonn wondered how many times. Was every meal they had eaten since they came over here paid for this way? Had the cost of every cigarette her father had smoked been taken out on this little girl’s body?

Somehow realising this, made the situation easier for Jonn to justify to himself. He was simply going to be the latest in a series of events for this young girl…….thats all.

Jonn snapped his wandering mind back into gear.

The father had sat himself down in the chair at the far end of the room. He relaxed back and stared at his daughter with frowning eyes as he did so.

The tears slowly traced their way down her pretty cheeks and she did her best to sniff them back. Poor kid….but this was Jonn’s one and only chance to taste the forbidden fruit of someone so young. He knew the opportunity would never come again. Baring this in mind he shook the last of any moral thoughts he may have been naturally harbouring well and truly out of his head and watched the girls reaction as he reached down and slowly pulled the zip of his fly down. As his thick engorged cock was eased from behind its prison of elasticated underpants, she raised her face and looked frightened for the first time. She looked across to her father and seemed to plead with him to bring the whole situation to a halt. But he just shrugged his massive shoulders and gestured for her to stand still and allow Jonn to do what he will.

Jonn slowly raised his hands and placed them gently on the front of her nightdress. Her tiny budding tits felt firm and warm. Each hand was easily capable of totally covering the entire breast and Jonn squeezed and rubbed them feeling the rock hard little nipples tickling his palms.

She bit her bottom lip and began to sob once again.

Jonn’s erect cock rubbed her rib cage as he played with her young body and a smear of clear pre-cum left a trail as if a small slug had wandered over her chest.

Jonn placed his hands on the girls shoulders and gently pushed her down. She bent her knees and stooped with her face inches from the huge purple head of his fleshy sword.

Reaching down with both hands he eased the firm flesh apart using his thumbs. Thus opening the eye of his cock at least 4 millimetre. The deep red interior of his member looked like a tiny cunt complete with its natural lubrication.

The girl looked up at him. She had no idea what he wanted her to do. There was a deep voiced order shouted from the far corner of the room by her father and she turned her head to face Jonn’s cock once more. Her tiny tongue poked from her mouth and slowly began to sink itself into the opening at the end of Jonn’s erection.

He dropped his head back and simply enjoyed the feeling for what it was worth.

After about 5 minutes of this, he let go of his cock, which didn’t move at all, and gestured for the girl to stand up again.

He roughly took the hem of her nightdress and lifted it clear over her head. She screamed with the shock of suddenly finding herself naked before him and her father and crouched down, trying to cover herself the best she could. She cried openly and loudly and the tears soaked her pretty face.

Jonn took her wrists in his hands and with little effort, held her arms out stretched. He looked down at her slight young body.

Her tits were as small and really no more than slight circular wellings on either side of her chest tipped with tiny hard nipples in the dead centre of each one. As you would imagine for a 13 year old, her pussy was virtually bald too. Jonn stared at her little labia and wondered at how smooth and tightly closed they were. He wanted a closer look.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

As he did so he inhaled the soft young perfume of her body and felt the warmth of her skin against his arms.

He unceremoniously dropped her on the duvet and pushed her around until she was on her back and tried to get her to hold her legs up against her chest. She struggled and flayed her long skinny legs around and almost kicked him once or twice. At this point her father became involved. He rushed over to the bed landed a solid hard slap on her face. Then he grabbed her ankles and forced them back much further than she would have done herself. Her feet almost touched her ears and she screamed with the pain such an uncomfortable position forced her to suffer and cried openly and loudly once again. All her intimate areas were totally exposed to Jonn and her father and Jonn stared down with a look of animal lust at her slightly gaping childish little pussy and the tiniest of firmly closed puckered arseholes Jonn had ever seen. Her arse end was raised from the bed and Jonn was able to see every tiny detail of her still to immature genitals.  The inner lips of her cunt were like little pink mouse’s ears and her vagina, although being forced to gape somewhat, was still like a tiny hole no bigger than that you might find in a pencil sharpener.

Jonn leaned in and sniffed the odour of her sex. By this time she was hysterical. But it made no difference with her ankles being held so firmly by her father. She was pinned down to the bed with no room for movement at all.

Jonn stood back and filled his throat with spit. With one good gob he soaked the area around her tiny puckered anus and watched as his spit dribbled down onto the bed linen.

Then he focused his attention on the girls face as he gently placed the tip of his middle finger against the entrance to her rectum. She stopped struggling for the briefest of moments as she looked to her father for help. But he was also watching Jonn’s hand. She stared silently at jonn begging him with her eyes not to do what she knew he was about to.

As Jonn’s finger slowly entered her virgin anus she screamed so loud you might have thought the glass in the windows would have shattered. With that Jonn pushed hard against arsehole and the entire length of his thick middle finger sank out of sight and into her 13 year old bowel.

She writhed  in agony as Jonn twisted  and hooked it inside her. She farted and her anus gaped as he pulled it out completely and plunged it back in again.

Her father had no interest in helping her escape this horror. He was fascinated by her reaction and was clearly becoming aroused himself by watching his little girl being used like this.

Jonn was wanking himself furiously by now and stabbed his finger in and out of her arse with the same power he used on his solid shaft.

Then as he could hold back no longer he moved forward pushed the eye of his cock against the tiny opening of her arse. He gripped it firmly as the thick hot sticky fluid of his balls welled up through his shaft and out of his penis. Thick hot gloop after gloop was pumped deep inside her.Not a drop was spilled. Jonn finished cumming but held his cock firmly in place. He felt it slacken slightly as his erection subsided and he pushed it even harder against her entrance. Then he tensed his stomach muscles he felt his bladder being squeezed. An explosive jet of clear amber fluid rushed down the length of his super sensitive cock and almost felt as if it was burning its way through the residue of his orgasm. 

She screamed even louder when she realised what he was doing to her. Her bowel was forced to expand with the amount of urine she was having pumped up inside her arse and although he never actually entered her, the discomfort was just as great. Her stomach felt hot and swollen as he stood back having finally throbbed his last jets of seman and gushed his last drop of piss into her arse.

There was a moments silence as her father let go of her ankles and she curled herself up into a ball on her side on the bed…..sobbing deeply with the humiliation she had just been made to suffer. A thin stream of white watery liquid mixed with dirty brown saturated shit squirted from her rectum and pooled on the bed beneath her.

Jonn put himself away and smiled at the tall Pole. Then he turned away from the girl and without saying another word he left the room.

Jonn finished work the following morning at 7am and never saw the couple again as they were found a permanent dwelling later that day. But he will never forget that night. The night he finally got to use one so young. And he guessed she would never forget it either…..although for completely different reasons.