Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (13) Up at the Crack of Dawn

(Part 01)

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

(Part 02)

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it, and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

So Yvonne Makin, who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled, which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul, who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all he also had a friendly open face.
Yvonne thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

(Part 03)

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

(Part 04)

Paul awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beatle’s “Eight Days a Week” emanating from the mobile phone on the bedside table, he could just make out in the half-light a small white hand reaching out and silencing it.
Then he thought “my phone doesn’t make a noise like that” so he tried to figure out where the hell he was and who the owner of the small white hand was.
He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank.
I.e. when your eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog on the floor becomes a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping child on the chair becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.
So he was still struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify his location but to no avail, after all he had woken up in a good many bedrooms over the years.
But just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Yvonne kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him she had ridden him like a whirling dervish in the darkness of the night before and when she collapsed on him in an orgasmic heap they must have fallen asleep.
And there she still lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
Yvonne looked up at him and smiled and then the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw his aroused cock, as she realised that she was in the bed of one of her guests and his sister was in the next room.
“What do we do now?” she whispered “Will she come in?”
“No” he replied “of course not”
“Good” she replied
“What exactly is the problem?” he asked
“I’m in bed with a guest” Yvonne explained
“And you regret that?” Paul asked
“Not for a second” she said with alarm and then kissed his chest
“I just can’t be seen leaving a guests room in the early hours” she whispered
“Because you’re ashamed” Paul suggested
“Never” she said and sat up and kissed him “Never”
“I’m only teasing” he said and kissed her head
“I’ll keep watch and then you can sneak out when it’s all clear” he suggested
“Ok” she acquiesced
Such was his state of attraction towards her and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with an unfortunate bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought to himself which was when they heard what they presumed to be Polly’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Paul said “now’s your chance to go”
So Paul slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him and he looked down to see Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth

(Part 05)

So Paul slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him and he looked down to see Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth
“oh Yvonne you naughty little Spa owner” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
“I thought you wanted to go” he added as he had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as he was nearing the threshold
“oh Yvonne if you don’t stop soon I’m going to cum, do you want me to cum?”
Her answer was that she gave him one more full length suck of his cock and then looked up at him with a broad smile and then turned and knelt on the bed with her round white arse in the air.
Her tidy pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him and with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was about to come.
Standing proudly aroused behind her pouting moist lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either, she had been a very noisy partner the night before, which was evidenced as he penetrated her right up to his balls and she let out a muffled animal grunt.
God it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.
He thought she must be relishing a final taste of sex with a guest, with a man half her age, and she wanted to make the most of it before she returned to normal.
But nothing could have been farther from the truth, she didn’t want it to be the last time, she wanted more, a lot more but she didn’t think that he would.
She thought Paul wouldn’t want to be enjoying her wares after that morning and she wouldn’t be enjoying his.
He could hear her moaning beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive him.
Yvonne was eagerly accepting him in his bed again and again and her labia greased his shaft and wet his balls with every stroke.
He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.
She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.

(Part 06)

He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.
She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.
But when he return his thoughts to the job in hand Yvonne’s hips were swinging slightly from side to side as he gave her another length and she tried to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was enjoying his cock repeatedly spearing her.
He went into her again and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower this time, then again and again, bringing stifled moans in response, like low rumbles from inside the duvet.
Quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she responded, shorter and shorter, his strokes, he was on the edge, close, she was beyond it and she screamed loudly, so Paul pushed on and on until finally he exploded in her.
Paul stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, his cock still twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around his shaft.
So he stroked her perfect smooth white buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory banks.
Reluctantly he withdrew from her comfortable cunny and she collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the covers.
He kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“You need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed again while she was still purring, mostly out of sight as he pulled on his trousers.
“So you used me and abuse me and then throw me out into the cold” she said from beneath the covers
So he threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide.
The tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“I’m only throwing you out to protect your reputation” he said
“So there’s no time for that now Yvonne, not that I don’t want to as much as you do”
She just lay there looking unconvinced.
“I want you back in my bed or your bed or any bed for that matter just as soon as I can get you there, so you need to move because Polly will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh god” she said “I forgot about Polly”
The wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
Paul grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”

(Part 07)

She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw she grabbed her top and pulled that on over her head and pulled her skirt up and then stuffed her underwear in her handbag and giggled when she saw him watching.
“Now go and see where she is” she said and opened the door, Paul nodded and slipped out into the sitting room and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” he whispered
“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me out”
She nodded and he kissed her then he turned and opened the door and tiptoed across the room with Yvonne right behind him, he had just reached the door to the vestibule when the bathroom door opened, so he pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Yvonne she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Then as suddenly as the door had opened it closed again and they both let out long synchronised sighs.
They exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously out towards the door.
“Will we really do it again?” she asked
“Oh yes” he said
“Really?” Yvonne asked and looked straight at him and he I kissed her and slipped a hand inside her top to cup her breast.
“Do you think I wouldn’t want to play with these again” he said squeezing her titty and she murmured, after which his hand was up her skirt and quickly brushed through the hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her crease.
“And this?” he added and she moaned softly as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
And after a kiss he opened the door and let her slip out into the corridor.

When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
The small dark haired woman had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
But having spent the night with Paul and enjoyed a toe curling night of fabulous sex with a man half her age she felt even younger.

So she set about thinking of where when and how she could get him into bed again but more importantly how to get him back inside her at the soonest opportunity.
So her first port of call was the costume department to find an alluring outfit and then to reception to see if one of the grand suites was available.

(Part 08)

Paul wasn’t the only one up at the crack of dawn that morning, although in his case it was the crack of Yvonne, Polly had also been an early riser although she didn’t get to enjoy Geoff’s early riser, as they didn’t wake up early enough.

Geoff Bolden was a few months older than Polly and a few inches taller, and he lived alone in a flat in Sharpington.
He first saw Polly in one of the voyeur rooms and thought she was lovely and when she stood up and he saw how tall she was that put the icing on the cake.
He actually first met her when she was with her brother Paul the day before in the Jacuzzi seemingly by chance but in reality he had been following her.

As he approached the Jacuzzis she said something but he couldn’t hear what, but she clearly embarrassed herself as her face went bright red, and then she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
It was ten minutes later before he worked up the courage to join them just as Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
He had joined them in the Jacuzzi and after a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself”“
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed

(Part 09)

They chatted in the Jacuzzi for quite a while, in fact they were all quite crinkly when they got out, it turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.
Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation he suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.

It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.

When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.

So he excused himself, but before he went back upstairs he watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way and he made a promise to himself to get involved in the fun of the place.
It was as he went back towards the stairs, that led up to his room, that he saw Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors and she was a little the worse for wear through drink and she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
So he thought he should follow her and make sure she didn’t come to any harm.
In fact so concerned was he for her welfare that he carried her to his suite, where she made a pass at him and he was not repulsed by being kissed by a woman twice his age so he fucked her juicy middle-aged cunny.

After leaving the bar in the wee small hours Polly and Geoff walked the halls not wanting the evening to end and ended up in the library where frigid Polly received Geoff from behind as he skewered her on all fours and Polly howled like a hound while he banged her again and again and then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and Geoff exploded inside her.
Afterwards Polly stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing, and was very definitely not frigid.

(Part 10)

Polly woke up in Geoff’s bed with her head on his chest and designs upon his “early riser” but it wasn’t possible to fulfill her wish as they didn’t wake up early enough.
Geoff definitely wanted her and she definitely wanted him, but she didn’t want Paul to know that she had stayed out all night with a man she had only just met, she didn’t know why.
And had she known that at that precise moment he was in bed with Yvonne Makin she would still have felt the same.
So she kissed Geoff goodbye and did the walk of shame back to her own suite, but she didn’t feel any shame she just felt happy and horny.
She let herself back into the suite quietly and then went into her room equally so where she quickly undressed and put her robe on, then she opened her bedroom door which caused Paul and Yvonne to both hold their breath as they lay beneath his duvet.
Then she opened the bathroom door and went inside to shower.

It was a long shower because she had an awful lot of lust to wash off and while she was washing the lust off her body Paul and Yvonne were exercising theirs just down the hall.
When she was finished, she was pristine and then when she was shaved, perfumed, powdered and preened she opened the bathroom door which just happened at the same moment that Paul was trying to smuggle Yvonne out of the apartment without been seen which left Yvonne like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
However she closed the door almost as soon as she’d opened it and she closed it again because she had forgotten to clean her teeth and Paul and Yvonne both let out long synchronised sighs.

When she opened the door the next time she was done and she went straight into her room where she sat naked in front of the mirror and attended to her make up.
When she was satisfied she had made the best use of the makeup she had brought with her she got dressed, first she put on her freshly washed stockings and then her last clean pair of knickers.
She was only supposed to stay for two days so she didn’t bring a lot with her, even though she had more than twice the amount she should have needed, but she hadn’t foreseen the full extent of what she would witness or the fact that she would get so turned on that she would soil so many pairs of panties.
She didn’t have the bra to match her last pair of knickers so she was going to go braless under her last clean top and skirt and the stockings she wore the night before.
Polly had only brought a limited wardrobe with her as she was supposed to return home that day but she was hoping she now had a reason to change her plans and stay on for the whole week.

(Part 11)


Paul was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee when Polly emerged
“God you’re up early” he exclaimed
“So are you, busy day in the library ahead?” she retorted
“Well I am hoping to get my hands on something of quality as it happens” Paul said “What about you?”
“I’m meeting Geoff for breakfast” she replied and blushed
“Oh? It went well then”
“We’re only have breakfast” she said as she put her hand on the door handle but was still blushing, although she was hoping for sausage.
“Do you want to meet for lunch?” he asked “providing you’ve finished breakfast by then of course”
“I don’t know what you mean” she said and giggled “and I’ll text you about lunch”

Geoff was down for breakfast first and sat nervously hoping she wouldn’t stand him up, he had no reason to suspect that she would, she had shown no hesitation in expressing her affection for him.
But he was nervous nonetheless until he saw her walk in the restaurant just after 8 o’clock, and she was smiling from ear to ear.
So after a prolonged kiss they sat down at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant and when they had eaten breakfast she said
“I’m supposed to go home today”
“Do you have to?” he asked
“Do you want me to stay then?” she asked nervously
“Of course I do” he said “I thought you would have known that”
“I hoped” Polly replied
“So will you stay then?” he asked with fingers crossed
“Yes” she replied “But…”
“But what?”
“I need more clothes” Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this morning”
“So you’re wearing stockings again?”
“Steady tiger” she said “Focus on the problem in hand”
“Yes sorry” he said “but I love you in stockings”
“Yes I remember” she said and kissed him
“Well there might be some shops in the village” he suggested “Or the hotel might have a laundry service”
“Clever and sexy” Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information leaflets at the end of the table,
“Perhaps there’s something in here that will tell us”
They picked up a leaflet each and started reading
“Nothing on this one” she said
“Nor this” Geoff added so they picked up another one each
“Here we are, there’s no laundry service but there is costume department were you can choose whatever clothes you want”
“What about undies?” she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”
“There is a shop on the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”
“Good” she responded but she was distracted
“So what are you reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked
“It’s a list of positions” she replied
“Really?” he asked bemused “what kind of position?”
Polly didn’t reply she just gave him a look and then the penny dropped
“Oh “positions” he said “which ones?”
“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well

(Part 12)

As Polly and Geoff sat together in the restaurant after breakfast Polly began reading out a list of sexual positions from a brochure they found on the table.
“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well
“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and “Missionary”” he asked
“Well if you remember we did them already” she said and blushed
“How could I forget” he said and they kissed passionately
“Shall we go?”
“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as an afterthought she added “bring the list”
As they walked down the hall holding hands he said
“Do you want to go to the shop first?”
“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I need to worry about knickers at the moment”
When she realised that she had said it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm around her.

When they got to his suite he opened the door and then stood aside to let her go first.
“I suppose you’re going to take advantage of me again” she said
“Take advantage?”
“Yes, when you lured me into that library and forced yourself on me” she said
“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Russell” he told her
“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was just a poor unsuspecting girl”
“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” he corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate or should I say on the floor”
The floor of course referred to the floor of the library where he did her on all fours.
“That’s not how it was at all” she said giving him a playful punch
“The way I remember it YOU seduced me” he said
“I did not,” she said laughing and punched me again
After a couple of minutes of giggling Geoff said
“Anyway, I’m very pleased that you did”
“Me too” she concurred and moved in very close so he could smell her intoxicating perfume.
She had a wantonly pure expression on her face with a twinkle of lust in her beautifully hypnotic green eyes that hinted at her intent as she lent in and kissed him.
Her lips pressed hard against his as her darting tongue flicked in and out of his mouth then he thought she was going to wrap her arms around his neck and really get into it, but instead she took him by surprise by pushing herself away and all of a sudden, so she was standing tauntingly in front of me.
“You don’t get me that easy” she said then she simultaneously pulled the neckline of her top down and lifted up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her bra and panties.
“Do you like these?” she taunted
“They’re very nice” he said “just as nice as they were when you flashed them at me last night”
“You mean when you ripped them from a poor maiden’s defenceless body” She corrected him
“The ones you offered to me on a plate” he said
“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was a poor unsuspecting young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.
“Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang towards her, taking her completely by surprise.

(Part 13)

Polly leapt backwards and screamed as she ran aimlessly around the room trying to evade capture which she did for about thirty seconds before he grabbed her about the waist.
“Leave me alone pervy git” she squealed as he manoeuvred her around and hoisted her up over his shoulder fireman lift style.
“So you were saying?” he said, “Are these the knickers I won’t get inside?”
And as he asked the question he ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her pants and squeezed her bum cheek.
“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”
“Get them off did you say?” he asked
“Get off” she repeated still giggling
“No problem at all” he said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse.
“Now what shall I do with you?” he asked
“You’re going to take advantage of me again,” she suggested
“Yes but where” he pondered
“Rapist” she shouted “Defiler of maidens”
“I know” he said and carried her to the dining room and plonking her on the table.
“Offered to me on a table, on a plate”
“Oooh yes” She answered and lay down.
Geoff wandered about the room, discarding his clothes as he mused
“Or bent over a chair?”
“Yes, yes” she squealed and pulled off her knickers
“On the floor perhaps” he suggested “Like in the library”
“Ok” she said now kneeling on the table divesting herself of her dress.
“Doggie?” he pondered
“Yes” Polly said discarding her bra
“Missionary?” he asked
“Or cowgirl?”
“Yes, yes, and yes” she screamed
“I just don’t know which one though, my poor defensive maiden” he said and sat down on the dining chair in front of her.
“I just don’t know what I fancy”
“I do” she said and slithered off the table and onto his lap, placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair.
Polly was half biting her lip and half smiling as she then lowered herself towards his purple headed erection and he felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Polly’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she growled as it entered her.
Geoff had both hands on her hips as she completely engulfed his cock.
“So you’ve thrown yourself at me again honey” he said making eye contact with her
“You weren’t decisive enough” she said, “Some of us have an itch to scratch”
Her statement was followed by a moan of self-satisfaction “Ohhhhh” she moaned at the deepest point of penetration as her
Cunny slid down to his balls.
His hands were now on her buttocks as she warmed to her task, rising and falling on him in a steady rhythm.
Her eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft again.
Polly kissed him, and then her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump her pussy on him like a steam hammer.
Panting hard through gritted teeth she pounded her cunt on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled.
“Oh my God” and then she jerked again as he came too.
“How good am I?” she asked smugly and kissed him
“Not bad” he replied
“I was bloody amazing” Polly said very satisfied with her performance and her orgasms.
“You were bloody marvellous” he panted

(Part 14)

Just at the moment Polly was sliding her pussy down Geoff’s shaft Paul was getting dressed in his room and he received a text message.
“I’m in the Georgian Room, come quickly, Y”
“I’m on my way” he said to himself and he felt a stirring in his pants.

He eagerly left his suite and took the stairs two at a time to reach the Georgian Room.
He paused momentarily and then he knocked on the door and when the door opened he was surprised to see Yvonne standing inside in full evening wear.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Yvonne said “Come in”
Once he was inside she slipped off her stole and dragged it behind her as she led him into the bedroom on six inch heels and then she stooped at the foot of the huge four poster bed and Paul thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.
As he would have expected she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves, and jewellery and he assumed her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You look really sexy” he said mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“You make me feel sexy” she said “You make feel like I’m still an attractive woman”
“You are still a sexy woman” Paul said “And I want you”
Yvonne slipped the shoulder straps off and let the dress fall to the floor and he got his answer as to her underwear, there wasn’t any.
She stood before him naked except for black stockings and six inch heels.
“Am I still sexy?” she asked
And in response he stripped and his engorged cock was evidence of his opinion on the matter.
He could have fucked her then and satisfied their lust but instead they made gentle tender love and they took each other beyond the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind to make you feel sexy” he asked between pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and reluctantly, he withdrew from her and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet and went to sleep.

It wasn’t the last time that they made love like that but they were not averse to a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck either.
After her birthday treat with Paul Yvonne never again shared Martin Reed with his wife.
Because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.
Paul sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it.
Martin Reed continued to be a regular at the House of Fun but she never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up and he never knew who had replaced him on Yvonne’s nest.

Polly and Geoff became a couple and bought a house together in Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure.
Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.

A Man to Be Trusted

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door.
“Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel.
“I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting”
It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.
No one who ever saw the 25 years old would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly but not a child.
After all Clare stood an inch short of six feet tall which was evidence of adulthood in itself but if that didn’t convince you then her long legs, voluminous rolling hips and a 44” bust would.
No, Clare was not a child, but her mother, as mothers always do, would always see her thus.
But Winifred Hawkes-Holland wasn’t merely Clare’s mother she was also her employer.
Holland brothers bought and sold Antiques and collectables, a business that Winifred married into and now Clare was going on her first solo-buying trip.
Even though
Well it would have been her maiden trip but for the fact Harry Mortimer was sent with her as a babysitter.
Harry had been with the Holland’s since he left school and he was greatly trusted by Win.
And as he was in his early forties and unremarkable looking and was to all and sundry average in all respects she trusted there would be no shenanigans.
Suffice is to say Winifred trusted her precious daughter was in safe hands.

On the journey up the A1 Clare was still berating Harry on her mother’s distrust of her.
“It’s not that she doesn’t trust you,” He said
“She doesn’t seem to realise that I’m a grown woman,” she continued
“We are all aware you are a grown woman” Harry said and after pause added
“Well aware”
Clare looked at him and raised her eye brows
“So what have you noticed?” she asked with amusement
Harry blushed to his roots under her gaze
“Nnnnothing” he stammered
“Come on Harry” she pressed
“Just that I have noticed that you are no longer a child” he replied
The rest of the journey passed largely in silence with Clare admiring the countryside while occasionally sneaking glances at her driver.

They stopped that night at the White Horse Inn and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare drank more than was good for her.
Harry thought she had been in a strange mood since the journey up and kept looking at him in a funny way.
But Clare was drinking too much, and she was flirting and he had never seen her do that before, and he couldn’t let it continue.
If he did her mother would not consider that “Taking care of her”
“Come on party girl” he said “bedtime”
“Oh goody” she said draining her glass

Accompanied by outrageous flirting and downright suggestive behavior Harry steered her up the stairs
“Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire” he said and when they reached the top he headed towards her room at the end of the corridor.
When they got to her door Clare announced
“Honey! I’m home”
Harry propped her against the doorframe as he unlocked the door and she began kissing his neck.
“Behave yourself” he said and gave her a playful slap on her bum
“Oooh are you going to spank me Harry?” she asked
“Get in there young lady” he said and guided her through the door
“I love it when you’re all masterful” Clare responded and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him
Harry managed to avoid her lips at the last second as the door slammed shut behind them and they performed a strange ungracious waltz into the room.
“Here we are young lady,” he said as he prepared to lower her onto the bed
“Bedfordshire” Clare said gleefully, and span Harry around then pushed him backwards onto the bed and she kicked off her shoes and jumped on top of him.
Harry began to protest but her soft lips and hot mouth clamped over his and her tongue was like a serpent.
Harry’s resistance lasted less than a minute, after all he had dreamt of that moment since she was 17.
His hands began to claw the shirt free of her waistband and then with great urgency she sat upright and pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it aside.
Her hands trembled as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons but when she had accomplished her task she ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest.
Those trembling hands that caressed his flesh went behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Harry was looking at her face while her hands were on his chest but the moment her hands began unfastening her bra his eyes stared at her harnessed breasts and as the tension around them relaxed he reached up and pulled the bra off and discarded it and reveled at the sight of Clare’s great round breasts then she leant forward and delivered them into his waiting hands and her mouth returned to his.
Her breasts were rising and falling and Harry could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her kissing became more intense.
She sat up again and hurriedly undid his trousers and then climbed off him and dragged his trousers and pants off.
Harry raised himself up onto his elbows as Clare wriggled out of her jeans and then tantalizing slipped off her panties to reveal a neatly clipped triangle of black hair.
And when she climbed back on him she didn’t hesitate for a second before expertly enveloping Harry’s shaft with her welcoming wetness.
Clare was on him and he was at her mercy as she rose and fell on him and on each fall Harry grunted his appreciation as his hands groped her buttocks.
As Clare raised the tempo her panting came in course rasping breaths, each one courser and more guttural than the one preceding it, until she cried out in orgasm.
After Clare had ridden Harry to an exhausting climax, the sweating panting beast with her raven black hair in wild disarray and eyes wide with primal lust smiled a smile of lasciviousness.
“Do you think this is what your mum meant when she said, “Take care of her”?” Harry asked
“Oh yes I think so” she said “and when you recover you can “take care of me” again”

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (12) The Librarian

(Part 01)

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.
With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.
In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.

As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed.
Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.

She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable, and on the occasion of her 52nd birthday she discovered just how desirable.

(Part 02)

Yvonne Makin had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy and the morning of her 52nd birthday was no exception.

While Yvonne was walking the corridors knickerless and sticky lipped, Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.
He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.

(Part 03)

After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.
So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” he retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly

His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.

Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.

(Part 04)

Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.

The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
She was a small dark haired woman in her fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

Polly wander off and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.
She paused and watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then she smiled and moved on.
Although she wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions to the library.

(Part 05)

Yvonne had offered to show Paul to the Hotel Library, which Paul was surprised to hear existed.
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”

At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.
When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.

While Polly was in the hot and horny heaven of the voyeur room, Paul was in heaven of a different kind, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”
“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.
He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.
He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said
“I will return to you later”

Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.
“What happened to your tights?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out
“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.
But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.
“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”
She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.

(Part 06)

Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.
It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.
As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.

When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.
“So where are you going?” Polly asked
“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”
“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”
“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”
“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek

Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.
There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.
He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.

At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man.
“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.
Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.
Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”

(Part 07)

Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.
“I’m going for a swim”
“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.

Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.
She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.

Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself””
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added

(Part 08)

“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed

It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.

Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.

It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.

When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.

After Paul had excused himself Polly and Geoff had eyes only for each other so they weren’t aware that Paul paused before he went back upstairs and watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way.

They were also blissfully unware of Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors a little the worse for wear, through drink and only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt or that Paul followed her to make sure she didn’t come to any harm.

(Part 09)

Yvonne Makin was in a relationship with Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
But on that night he was supposed to be taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled about it because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.

She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.
When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.
She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin.

She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.
Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant.

She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.

“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.
He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.
So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.
After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.

So that was why she returned to the Hotel pissed and why Paul thought she would need looking after.
But Polly and Geoff didn’t know any of that when they were sitting in the hotel bar and wouldn’t have been interested anyway if they did because they only had eyes and thoughts only for each other.

(Part 10)

Polly and Geoff sat in the bar from the moment Paul left them and were completely besotted with each other.
When Paul went to help Yvonne they were sat as close to each other as it was possible to get, and they were staring intently into each other’s eyes at the moment Paul picked Yvonne up and carried her up the stairs.
They were actually holding hands by the time Paul was splitting Yvonne’s whiskers for the first time as she was bent over the sofa in their suite.

By the time they got to the fourth drink they were the only two customers left and the staff were hinting at the lateness of the hour.
Unfortunately for the staff they were still completely absorbed by each other so continued to drink.

They were brought back to the moment by a loud crash, which was the result of a bar maid deliberately dropped a tray of glasses and it was shortly after that when the penny dropped that the bar staff had had enough even if they hadn’t.
The convention is that the staff are obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests are wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
So Geoff said
“Shall we go?”
Polly nodded and he helped her slip her jacket on and then they drained their glasses before they bade the long-suffering bar staff a good night.

They reluctantly walked down the hall and were unsure what to do next.
Neither of them wanted the evening to end but were unsure how to prolong it.
Polly not only didn’t want the evening to end she wanted him, she was red hot and ready to fuck.
But she was not confident enough in her sexuality that he felt the same way.
But he did in fact Geoff thought she was gorgeous, tall and slender with nice long legs.
“I don’t know about you but I’m not tired yet” she said
“No nor me” he said
So they were both on the same page however that didn’t solve the problem of what to do but while Polly was trying to think of something he said
“Why don’t we go and explore”
“Great idea” she replied and took hold of his hand

They walked around for about half an hour, largely in silence, and only saw two other people and they suddenly emerged from a voyeur room.
“Well that’s one for the wank bank” the first one said
“It’s definitely in mine” said the other one
When they were alone again she asked quietly
“What’s a wank bank?”
“Well” he began “it’s a sexual image you have in your head that you draw on when you’re…..”
“Wanking” she said
“Exactly” he said and then they continued on their way until they saw a sign on a door and they stopped and looked at each other and smiled before they entered the library, which was deserted.
“It’s a very nice library” he said
“I agree, it’s not bad at all” she said then she kissed him
The fact that he had been imagining just that development all evening and because she was dressed entirely in black attire his cock started to throb like a V8 engine so he returned her kiss with interest.

(Part 11)

In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close to him.
Geoff’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks then he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one underneath it.
When he had both hands up her skirt he began dragging her tights down, which moved easily off her narrow hips.
Polly pulled her lips away from his at that point and he was fully expecting her to call a halt to proceedings but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights honey, they’re my last pair”
“I think you should be wearing stockings anyway” he replied so she nodded her agreement and her mouth clamped back over his and her tongue continued to energetically explore his mouth while he continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to find her pussy and was soon probing between her thighs and slipped a finger into her crack.
Polly stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his she moaned coarsely at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face then she collapsed to her knees and pulled him down with her.
But as soon as they were face to face they kissed again before he pushed her away.
“Turn around honey” he said
She followed his instructions as he undid his trousers and he was on his knees behind her so he could do her on all fours on the library floor.
Geoff lifted her skirt off her buttocks and then he entered her superlatively tight cunt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said
“Shut up and do me” Polly begged so he pressed on but her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he banged her so he grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband.
To the casual observer it would have looked very much like he was a bronco rider as Polly howled like a hound while he banged her again and again and then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and Geoff exploded inside her.
Afterwards Polly stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as he pulled out.
“Will I be in your wank bank now?” she asked and chuckled
“Only if you want to be?” he told her
“Of course” she replied “but only if you want it to be”
“Then you’re in” he said and then he kissed her once on each quivering check before he stood up and redressed.
After a few minutes panting Polly got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over as she did.
“Oops” Geoff exclaimed
“What?” she asked
“Tights” he replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.

Polly took her tights off and threw them in the bin and then Geoff walked her up to her suite and they had a long sensual kiss good night.

Geoff was feeling very pleased with himself as he walked to his own room and went inside but he didn’t even get into bed before there was a knock on his door and when he opened it he saw Polly standing there and when she opened her coat she was only wearing her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
“So you want to get in the wank bank again then?” he asked and Polly smiled and nodded and then took his hand and he took her to bed.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (11) Yvonne’s Birthday Treat

(Part 01)

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.
With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.
In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.

As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed.
Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.

She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable.

She had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.

(Part 02)

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it, and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

While Yvonne was flicking herself off in the anonymity of voyeur room Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.
He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

(Part 03)

Polly was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.

After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.
So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” he retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly
His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.

(Part 04)

Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.

The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

(Part 05)

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.

At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.
When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.

Paul was in heaven, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”
“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.
He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.
He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said
“I will return to you later”

Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.
“What happened to your tights?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out
“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.
But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.
“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”
She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.

(Part 06)

Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.
It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.
As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.

When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.
“So where are you going?” Polly asked
“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”
“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”
“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”
“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek

Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.
There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.
He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.

At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man.
“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.
Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.
Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”

(Part 07)

Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.
“I’m going for a swim”
“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.

Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.
She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.

Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself”“
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added

(Part 08)

“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed

It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.

Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.

It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.

When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.

So he excused himself, but before he went back upstairs he watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way and he made a promise to himself to get involved in the fun of the place.

It was as he went back towards the stairs, that led up to his room, that he saw Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors and she was a little the worse for wear through drink and she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
So he thought he should follow her and make sure she didn’t come to any harm.

(Part 09)

It was Yvonne Makin’s 52nd birthday and the day had begun full of possibilities.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visitor.
Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and the icing on the cake was that afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.
When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.
She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin.

She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.
Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant.

She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.

“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.
He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.
So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.
After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.

(Part 10)

When Yvonne got back to the Hotel she was quite drunk and she felt really stupid so she just wanted to get to her rooms as quickly as possible.
But that was easier said than done as she struggled to get the door open and then she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
After which she only managed two steps and stopped then a moment later the door opened behind her, and she saw immediately that it was that pretty skinny girl’s brother.

When he pushed open he found a rather tipsy Yvonne Makin leaning against the wall.
“Paul darling” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“How can I help?” he said
“I’m a bit squiffy” she said “and the stairs are being difficult, could you be a dear and help me home?”
He thought that it would be ungallant of him to point out that it wasn’t the stairs that were at fault so instead he said
“Yes of course”
“Thank you kind sir” she said as she almost slid down the wall.
It wasn’t easy manoeuvring her and as he didn’t want to take her up three flights of stairs he decided he should take her to his suite in order to sober her up a little.
Now Yvonne wasn’t a big woman but she didn’t make life easy for him, she kept going limp so he had to keep grappling with her, all of which was taking him longer than he anticipated getting her up the stairs so in the end he picked her up and carried her.

When they reached his door he put her down and pinned Yvonne between the door frame and him while he fumbled for his key card.
But in a moment or two he had her inside.

“Let’s get your coat off,” he suggested
This proved to be something of an effort, but he managed it in the end and when he had she adjusted her skirt and straightened her scarlet velvet top.
He sat her on a chair in the hall while he pulled her boots off revealing her luxurious tights.
“Come on into the sitting room and I’ll put the kettle on” he said
“Wine will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I think” he replied

A couple of cups later and Yvonne had sobered considerably and she told him all about her disastrous “date” and how angry she had been, and why she decided to get drunk.
“Do you want another cup?” he asked
Yvonne checked her watch before replying
“Yes please, but I must have a pee first”
He was sitting down on the sofa when she tottered back into the sitting room, make up repaired and outfit perfect.
“You have been very kind looking after me” she said and when she reached him she stood on tiptoe and leant in and gave him a kiss.
It was intended to be a motherly kiss of gratitude but as soon as her lips touched his she thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, but although it was unexpected it was nonetheless not unwelcome so he responded in kind.

(Part 11)

When he had seen Yvonne earlier in the day he hadn’t looked at her in an appraising manner, he had thought her attractive, friendly and charming, but she was after all twice his age, but as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was definitely warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may well have been the over indulgent boozy dinner, the unexpected nature of her embrace or more likely because he hadn’t had a shag for more than six months.
As she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her velvet top to explore her other treasures.
Underneath her quality garment his hands encountered another garment, an undershirt of some description so while he began tugging it from the waistband of her skirt she breathed in sucking her tummy in to accommodate him.
It took only seconds after that before his hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching it he found a very delicate items of lingerie between him and her tits and it only took a trice to work the catch and he very quickly got hold of its contents.
Yvonne’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands caressed her plump tits, they felt great in his hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs.
Her nipples were big and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she expressed as he played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
The constant kissing was jaw aching so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about.
He released his hold on her breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black stockinged thighs.
He quickly reached up under the folds of fabric and finding the waistband he dragged her tights over her buttocks then he repeated the process with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time in finding her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible but he couldn’t easily reach her minge and pay it the attention it deserved.
However before he had time to figure out a solution she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arm of the sofa.
This presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her gash, which he took immediate advantage of and slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.

(Part 12)

The moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her pussy to a satisfying conclusion.
While she was still bent over he extricated himself from beneath her and stood to take up a position behind her where he quickly unveiled his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny after six months of dry balls and then he fed the beast.
He plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed cunt and she exclaimed noisily in response and seemed to get louder with each insertion.
He reached up under the velvet of her top and cupped her plump tits and he smiled to himself and thought this really is better than sitting in the library.
He looked down as he continued to pound her mature pussy and thought his balls had never been as wet as she creamed him with each successive length until she screamed through gritted teeth and he emptied into her.
Paul stood there behind her for a moment caressing the globes of her arse as she panted.
Then when he withdrew his cock from her syrupy quim she sank to her knees and he sat on the sofa next to her.
Paul looked her over with renewed interest as she lay face down with one plump white tit either side of the arm rest, her round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees, a very horny picture which would be saved into his wank bank.

After a few minutes Yvonne turned her head to look at him and said with a smile
“Well I’ve never done that before”
“Oh I think you have” he said
“No I don’t mean that” she said and giggled which made her tits jiggle
“What do you mean then?” he asked puzzled
“I mean with a guest” she said “In all the years I’ve run a spa I have never done it with a guest”
“Oh I see”
“In fact in the thirty years I’ve been in the business I have never even once come close to…. Doing that” she continued
“Now on the very rare occasion I have a glass or two of wine I let a young guest seduce me”
“Really? I thought you seduced me” he said
“No you actually seduced me” she corrected him “in fact you seduced my arse off”
Yvonne then laughed out loud which caused her tits to jiggle again.
“Anyway I am a serial offender” she confessed
“You’ve only done it once” he pointed out
“I know” she said “but I thought I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb”
“Well I think I’d better take you to my bed then” he suggested as he stood up
“Ok” she acquiesced smuggling her tits back up her top
“But we need to have the lights off my figure isn’t up to bright lights”
“Nonsense you have a lovely shape” he corrected her as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“I’m not as firm and toned as the girls downstairs” she said
“But I’m only interested in your body Yvonne”
He said and took her by the hand and led her through the bedroom door.
Paul was well rewarded for his good taste when he got her into bed where she began by giving him exceptionally good head before she let him split her mature whiskers again.