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 timer’s but the majority
were frequent flyers on the erotica express.
One of the people who benefitted from the House of
Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there
were also fringe benefits.
Because
once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a
bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in
what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements
in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that
came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex
he needed at work.
So,
no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea
Dennis,
a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.
Darren and Andrea had spent
the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very
early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d
be there in time for the first lecture.
As usual he had risen
early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting
her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances
“I’m too sleepy Darren” she
said
“Ok I’m going to grab a shower,
when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.
So while he was showering
Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the
day he carried her bags downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped
her bags by the door and called out to her
“I don’t think we have time
for coffee”
“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”
“Where are you?” he shouted
“I’m in the kitchen” she
called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea
lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked
casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself
between her strawberry pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough time
for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as he un-trousered
his stirring beast.
“I thought you were too
sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now” she
replied
“So, I can see,” Darren
said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.
Darren stood there looking
down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping,
and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and
wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her
fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his
waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to
the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height
so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.
“Oh God Darren” She moaned,
“That feels so good”
He partially withdrew, but
so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled
him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever
she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she begged
So, he gave her another
hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then
she got another.
Andrea gave great panting
moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace
quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her
knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Darren had to grip the
table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving up
and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one
continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as
her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he
lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.
When he looked down at the
sweaty panting wreck draped across the table, he thought the erotic buffet now
looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been
and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table
had moved two feet from its original position.
When they had finally
stopped panting, she said
“Now you may go about your
business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.
“Cheeky mare” he said and
lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his
hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.
“Bastard” she said but then
she chuckled.
Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but
neither of them cared about that.
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