Swiss Exchange - Sex Stories

Swiss Exchange

... Reynolds, who had been sharing interest with the hotel manager, Akhtar Fariba, went into the Jacuzzi, but when Fariba came to the gym door and gave Reynolds the eye, Reynolds left and followed him away.

None of this really mattered to Farzin Ahmadi. When he entered the Jacuzzi, he pulled the German skier's boyfriend, Jonas Koch, into the Jacuzzi and onto his lap. The two kissed and fondled each other, and it wasn't long before their Speedos were off and the hunky Farzin was holding Jonas in his lap, facing him, sheathing his cock, and being raised and lowered on the ski instructor's cock while they nuzzled and kissed.

The German skier, Maxmilian Bauer, and the French skier, Lyam Beaumont, were in Bauer's room doing what they'd come to do. The Russians, the arms supplier, Gennadi Ivanov, and his two associates, Pavel Sokulov and Sergei Popolov, were roving the hotel, determining where everyone else was.

The hotel manager, Fariba, didn't have to worry about where his usual bedpartner, the head clerk of reception, Luca Meier, was, because he had noted already that Meier had made an "interested" contact with the New Zealand buyer, Peter Summerfield, and was now in Summerfield's suite, lying on his back at the foot of the bed, legs raised and spread, and Summerfield was crouched between his legs, hovering over him, and demonstrating that, though in his fifties, Summerfield was a big-cocked, very virile and vigorous man. The relationship between Fariba and Meier had ...

... become rocky, mostly because the young man had become a bit snitty with his man, and as long as Fariba was getting tail, he didn't mind Meier being used by a guest.

And the hotel manager was getting tail. He took the far younger declared New Zealander, Reynolds, young, fit, handsome, blond, and blue-eyed, to his apartment on the fourth floor of the hotel's middle wing, which had perhaps the best view of the Matterhorn from the hotel, and after some preliminary pretending that they were there to enjoy the view and share a beer, he had the young man naked, on his back, on a bearskin rug in front of a smoldering fireplace, and was doing pushups on the beautiful, young, willing, and rocking body, with his thin, but well-muscled frame. Clutching the hotel manager's undulating buttocks with his hands, moaning deeply, and whimpered, "Yes, yes, just like that. You're such a stud," Jeff Reynolds was taking cock from the Iranian just as the plan as specified he needed to do. It had been much easier than the plan had been assumed to be--as was his boss's covering of the hotel manager's bedpartner in one of the hotel suites.

In fact, all of the liaisons that had quickly developed and were being consummated were going well to Peter Summerfield's overall plan.

Falling into the plan, as well, when Summerfield had totally fucked Luca Meier and pushed him off to the side of the bed to lie, belly down, with an arm dangling off of the side of the bed, smiling to himself and mumbling and ...