Angel In The Closet

Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years.

She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.

At the time of their first meeting, she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.

Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile it was a pivotal moment for him.

They hit it off immediately and he was instantly attracted to her even before he heard her speak in her Roedean educated posh totty voice.

He’d always been turned on by posh birds and turned off by common ones.

For him there was no greater turn off than to see a spectacularly beautiful woman open her mouth and speak in a rough colloquial accent. 

But sexy as her accent might have been and as remarkably beautiful as Angela’s face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.

She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.

Although her bum was altogether a different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargos.      

Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, Colin was married, and Angela was a good Christian girl.

 

But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle, they always gravitated to each other.  

She was an unmarried lass, who remained single and had never even dated anyone in the years he had known her, Colin never understood why.

They would see each other on a semi regular basis and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.

Apart from the physical attraction Colin also admired her for her work ethic, Angela was a hard-working girl, holding down three part time jobs.

She worked Monday to Wednesday at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked for Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre. 

With all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.

 

The cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Colin was a Christian, he was not one of its finest examples.

He had no problem with the God side of things or his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.

What he struggled with was the church and its hypocrisy.

So he became a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who in addition dutifully turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.

His wife Jane on the other hand was the real deal as was Angela.

Colin was not as he had far too much lust in his heart to be a true Christian.

Even in church he allowed his libidinous eye to wander over the bounty of the female worshippers of the congregation, which to him always felt deliciously dirty.

He wasn’t sure if the reason it felt so good, or so bad, was because it was so obviously inappropriate or just the fact that he was ogling the Christian maids in their Sunday best.

Whatever the reason he thought it was very nice, very wrong, but very nice.

 

So that morning of the closet incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Colin had decided to accompany his wife to the service.

They were stood at the back of the church chatting to Mrs Patmore, who managed the café and bookshop both of which closed during the service.

Just at the moment Colin had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Angela appeared.

“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.

“Hi, my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace

“Is the shop closed Angela?” Mrs Patmore said sharply

“Yes” Angela replied “but I need till rolls”

“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”

“Ok” Angela said, “I’ll use the steps”

“Oh, they’re a bit rickety” Mrs Patmore said and looked at her watch “I’ll have to help you” 

“Colin can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”

“Oh yes” Colin agreed well used to being volunteered

“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.

Jane was proud of the fact her husband was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.

And even if he hadn’t fancied Angela helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.

“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin said, and Angela trotted off ahead of him back the way she had come.

The bookshop was on the ground floor of the annex, which also housed the meeting rooms, café, offices and storage.

Angela paused at the bottom of the narrow stairs

“After you” he insisted

“Always the gentleman” she said and started up the staircase

Of course, it was nothing to do with being gentlemanly the reason he let Angela go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.

All too soon they reached the top and she turned left down the long corridor that serviced the offices, and the stationary cupboard was at the very end.

 

Once inside the stationary cupboard he looked at the shelving and had to admit that even he couldn’t reach the top shelf without the use of the steps.

“Let me go up the steps” he suggested gallantly after examining the rickety contraption

“No, I’d better go” she said, “If I fall you can catch me”

Colin looked sceptical

“If you fell, you’d squish me” she said and had a fit of the giggles

Colin relented and set up the small set of steps in the optimum location and Angela tentatively started to climb.

He positioned himself so he could plant a foot on the bottom step and then he held the steps steady as she climbed.

When she was halfway up, he stared at her arse again and he thought how if he leaned towards her just a few inches he could have kissed it or nibbled one of her fleshy lobes.

Angela reached the point where she couldn’t go any further as the steps were just too unstable.

She steadied herself by grasping one of the shelves using her right hand then she reached up with her left towards where the box of till rolls sat.

The little 4-foot 11-inch woman stretched up to the maximum height she could attain even by going on tip toe and as she did three things happened almost simultaneously. 

Firstly, her t-shirt rode up followed immediately by her undervest which exposed a tantalising four-inch-wide expanse of flesh which instantly doubled as her cargos slipped down to an inch below the decorative waistband of her pink knickers.

Despite the fact Colin had been ogling Angela’s arse for some time, it wasn’t until the appearance of her underwear with the deep pink decorative bows that he got the first signs of arousal.

He took full advantage of what was before his eyes and stared at the new provocative aspect.

The thought did cross his mind that it wouldn’t have taken much effort at all for him to yank her trousers all the way down to her knees.

But although Colin had a roving eye, he had never acted on it and this time would be no exception.

And the reason was he was already married to Jane and of course he loved her, she was the mother of his children after all, but he wasn’t “in” love with her, but he was married to her. 

So, he took no other action other than to consume her flesh with his eyes.

“Got it,” Angela said triumphantly

“Good” he said disappointed that the show would soon be over

“Be careful,” he added as Angela began a rather ungraceful manoeuvre that saw her sitting on the top step where she opened the box.

“That’s them,” she announced and then handed to box to Colin, who put it down on the shelf beside him as Angela began her descent.

But because she was sitting on the step, she decided to climb down the way she was facing.

“Are you sure that’s sensible?” Colin said

“It’ll be fine” Angela replied as she gingerly descended

Colin was studying the look of intense concentration on her face and the cute way the tip of her tongue was poking out when the heel of her right foot slipped off the edge of the step.

Angela let out a squeal as she lunged forward and fell into his arms and they ended up nose to nose.

“You see I said you would catch me” she said and then planted a kiss on his mouth and the tongue that only seconds earlier had been cutely poking out of the side of her mouth was now frantically exploring every corner of his mouth.

The assault had completely taken him by surprise, and he was then unsure if her slip and subsequent fall was by accident or design.

However, the thought didn’t linger as he decided it was best just to join in.

Angela was now standing on the second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.

Colin still had one hand steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Angela but having committed to the kiss Colin decided to employ the maxim “in for a penny, in for a pound” and moved the hand from her waist beneath her t-shirt and then caressed the naked skin of her back inside her vest from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades.

Angel wasn’t wearing a bra but that didn’t surprise him as she had nothing to support anyway, but he was soon fondling what she had, an action very well received judging by the way she snorted through her nose as they continued to kiss.

It was as his hand descended from her meagre breasts across her belly and began its entry inside her pink panties that she slipped again, and their lips and tongues parted, but he was in no doubt on that occasion that it was an accident because as he withdrew his fingers from the waistband of her knickers she said urgently in her Roedean educated accent 

“No don’t stop”

Angela smiled briefly before reattaching her lips to his and Colin paused long enough to unbutton her trousers to give him ease of egress before his fingers were combing through her flattened pubic curls.

As his digits were poised on the brink, she was so exercised in anticipation of his next move that she was fidgeting and causing the steps to creak and grown as she continued to snort her enjoyment through her nose, that he felt there was a very real chance it might collapse, her agitations had already caused her trousers to slip down to her thighs.

So, he used all his body weight to push the steps against shelving unit, which freed up his other hand to grab a good handful of her ample buttock at the very same moment his fingers parted her moist lips.

 

They left the stationary cupboard after they had satisfied each other in the most basic manner.

Sadly, there was no time for them to consummate the act to their complete satisfaction.

But Colin was hopeful that would follow on a later occasion.

 

The service had already started when he found his seat next to Jane.

“Well did you do it for her?” Jane asked

“Oh yes” he said just as he saw Angela taking her seat

She looked across at him and smiled,

Colin put his finger to his nose and could smell her fresh musk.

Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet and then she looked away.

But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly and he knew the closet was only the appetiser, and he became aroused as he thought about the main course.

 

 

 

 

 

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 eyebrows

“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 your self” 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” 

Freya St David, 07 – Goddess Of Motherhood

 

For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three-day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.

Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.

But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girl’s stuff.

Well, that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.

The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.

She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.

So, it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.

 

In order to get the best possible deal, she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.

Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.

When they arrived, Freya was not in the best of spirits.

To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.

As much as she loved her, she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.

But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.

They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.

He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.

Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.

 

“Good morning ladies” he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied

“We have a booking in the name of St David” Freya said

“Ah the St David sisters” he said

“You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy” Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
“You're not sisters?” he asked feigning surprise
“Mother and daughter” she said
“And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
“Cheeky” she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.

When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with, they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
“When you have settled into your room, I will give you a tour of the facilities” he said “Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?”

“That will be fine” Freya said

“Of course, with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.

Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.

According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome, and she thought things might well be looking up.

“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said

“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said

“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting, she was advertising.

 

During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

But by the end of day two Freya was more tense than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.

After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted, and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.

After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.

While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.

She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.

“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.

“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”

“Really?” Claude said

“So, have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully

“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”

“For what?” Freya asked

“Massage” he replied

“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.

“Ok” he agreed

 

He led her into a cubicle and said

“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”

Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.

Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.

Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.

Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.

He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said   
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.

“What’s that called?” she asked

“Tension release” Claude replied

Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward

“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”

“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped

“Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned

He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.

Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.

She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.

Finally, Claude grasped her hips firmly and said

“And this is called splitting the cicada”

And penetrated her.

“Oh yes” she said

 

When they had finished, he climbed off her

“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted

“You should advertise that on the website”

“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”

“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back

“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”

 

 

 

Freya St David, 06 – Goddess Of The Valkyries

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.

She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.

The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.

Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.

But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.

From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.

He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.

His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.

Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.

Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”

“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”

“Just be supportive” Freya said

“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.

“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”

Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said

 “You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”

 

The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.

It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.

He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.

Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.

She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.

“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.

“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said

“Very well if that’s what you want”

Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.

She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.

As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.

She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.

She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.

Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.  

Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.

 

Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.

She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.

Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.

Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.

“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.

Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.

Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.

But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.  

At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.

After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said

“Undress” he ordered

She released his organ and replied

“Yes sergeant”  

Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.

His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.

She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.

Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.

“What now?” she said

“Come here” he said

“Why?” Freya asked

“Because I want you” Ben replied

“Ok sarge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.

Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.

And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.

Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.

a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,

b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.

And c, because there was time enough to go again.

 

As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.

Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.

She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.

When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.

“Oh they’re working again” Freya said

“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”

“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said

“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied

 

Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.

She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.

And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.

 

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 67) Good Golly Miss Molly

 

Although Doreen was very upset at the time by her enforced incarceration in Kiddingstone, due to her failure to get back to her mother, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from me that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when I was in the shower and it began when she sat on the edge of the bath and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me up to full erection.

Then she stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breast and drip off her hard proud nipples.

Doreen lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

I watched intently and began tugging on my shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which I took as my signal to fuck her.

I slipped in between her greasy lips easily and my presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles but as I banged her on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until we both came in a juddering climax.

Afterwards I was shattered and my legs had completely gone, talk about a knee trembler.

I had to sit in the bath to recharge my batteries; I just sat there with the shower spraying down on me for about twenty minutes.

By the time I re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Doreen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” I said in response

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed me.

I grabbed her and scooped her up in my arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” I teased her and then we kissed.

But that was all we did as I had to vacate the room and we both had trains to catch and I was so knackered I probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So I put her down she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

Then she sat down and watched me drying myself and by the lascivious look in her eye I couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and there would be a next time.      

 

Although physically I was a spent force, my mind was awash with erotic images of my time with Miss Clarke, or perhaps I should say the times with Miss Clarke.

So on the way to the station I called into the newsagents and picked up a reporter’s notebook so I could jot my filthy thoughts and reminiscences down on the journey home.

After all my philandering were the antidote to my writers block and as such were both my bread and butter and the icing on the cake.

 

Although we walked to the station together Doreen and I were getting separate trains as we lived in opposite directions and once we had bought our tickets we both went our separate ways with just a cheerio, we’d said a proper good bye back at the hotel. 

 

Although the station was open and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

I noticed Doreen didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw me she gave me a wave from her carriage.

I made good use of the time though and got some good outlines on paper, which I would flesh out later.

When the train did finally arrive I got on and consciously made an effort to keep jotting notes in my book because I knew after what Doreen had put me through the motion of the train would very quickly lull me off into a coma.

 

When I returned to the house Katy fussed around me like I’d been gone for a week, which was a bit over the top but it was nice to be missed.

It was one of the things you miss out on when you live alone, having someone to come home to.

 

Over the preceding week Katy had begun to spend ever so slightly more time in bed each day and less on her throne in the kitchen.

I had thought for a while that she looked visibly different each time I saw her, which I convinced myself was just my imagination but having not seen her for 24 hours I realised it was not.

Marion had made lunch and the three of us sat and ate it together in the kitchen.

While we sat at the table Marion said that while she was in England she really wanted to go shopping, but she didn’t really want to go alone.

However as Katy and I, for quite differing reasons, were unable in the former and unwilling in the latter to assist her, we set about finding a suitable companion.

After much deliberation between Katy and myself we decided the perfect choice would be Pandora or Judith or both so I phoned Pandora that afternoon and she was thrilled to be asked and said she would speak to Judith and set something up.

Low and behold not an hour later Judith knocked on the door and after introductions invited Marion round to hers for tea and a chat with her and Pandora, who would be arriving shortly.

So Marion grabbed her things while I cleared away from lunch, after which Katy said she need a rest so I carried her upstairs and settled her down,

“She’s definitely getting lighter,” I thought as I walked down the stairs.

 

I was feeling a little tired myself so I poured myself a glass of water and went to my study,

But despite being drained I couldn’t drop off,

Random thoughts kept me awake, all of them about my philandering ways,

Just as my eyes closed another example of my libidinous behaviour would flash into my mind.

I had tried to mend my ways after Georgia gave me an ultimatum about my womanising and I had made some little progress in that regard.

But it was true of late I had slipped back deeper into my old ways, but Georgia hadn’t mentioned my behaviour, or the ultimatum for ages and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.

We skyped regularly and everything seemed to be ok.

I thought I would have to give her special attention when she came home at Easter.

“Definitely” I said aloud and promptly fell asleep.

 

I woke up just in time to see the nurse leave and hear Marion, who had returned from her afternoon tea appointment, fussing around her sister.

I walked into the kitchen and she had already got the evening meal well underway.

 

All the chat at dinner was about Marion’s new best friends; apparently they all got on famously.

I got on with them famously myself in fact Marion would have been shocked at just how famously I got on with them and the level of intimacy that existed between me and her new buddies. 

Then I chastised myself for my childish behaviour and had to admit to myself I was a little jealous of having to share Katy.

I quickly snapped out of my silly mood and listened as 

Marion said that she particularly wanted to go to Marks and Spencer, for knickers and stuff, but mainly she just wanted to shop at the British stores she didn’t get in Alaska.

Now Kiddingstone had quite a good shopping centre and would probably have met most of Marion’s needs but Pandora and Judith volunteered to take her to one of the big out of town places and make a day of it. So they were going to be out all-day on Thursday.

 

The intervening days passed without incident and the green-eyed monster didn’t appear again.

On Thursday morning Pandora was knocking on the door even before the nurse had arrived and I watched as Marion and Pandy trotted off excitedly down the path to be met by an equally excited Judith at the end of it.

Almost the very moment Pandora’s Cherokee pulled away the district nurse arrived and another day was off and running.

 

It seemed like an age since Katy and I had spent the day together, just the two of us but after breakfast I asked her

“Do you wish you could have gone with the girls today?”

“Good grief no” she responded with a scoff “I hate shopping”

“Really?” I asked astonished that there was actually a female of the species who detested shopping

“Yes” she replied, “I buy everything on line”

Then she corrected herself

“Bought everything on line”

 

We spent a very pleasant day together and Katy managed to resist the urge to take an afternoon nap so she could beat me at crib again.

We had eaten supper and cleared away and were half way through “The Lady Vanishes” before Marion returned laden with bags and spent the next hour telling us all about her day.

And so enthusiastic was she in her description it was difficult not to be interested.

 

Bright and early on Friday morning when I opened the door it was to the familiar face of my cousin Molly.

“Hi Moll,” I said

“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”

“Grumpy nurse more like” I said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”

“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected me and gave me a kiss “as you well know”

After I had closed the door she asked

“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”

“She’s in the bath” I replied, “come and have some coffee”

 

As we sat drinking our coffee I asked

“How come you’re here so early?

“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”

“Sure, no problem” I replied

 

As the morning went on I was beginning to regret my decision as Molly was excessively tactile, invading my personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against me like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging my leg.

Eventually I got fed up of her in constant touchy feely mode and following me everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed me into the utility that I snapped

“What is the matter with you Molly? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”

“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”

“But what?” I snapped again

“I’m so horny” she replied

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” I said

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded

“Well you need to go and deal with it,” I told her

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Molly replied

“Well go and try again,” I said

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again

Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle

“Sit on that” I said and walked out

 

She must have taken my advice, as I didn’t see her for about half an hour.

When she did reappear I was sitting in the kitchen talking to Katy and Molly boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind Katy.

Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in my eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure I knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at me while I was trying to talk to Katy.

The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself really turned me on ever since she told me that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against me she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.

I had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred me even more.

Molly was sitting flashing her fingered flange at me and I just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact I couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Katy sitting there.

I tried to keep eye contact with Katy when she spoke but obviously my eyes kept wandering to from Katy’s eyes to Molly’s lips.

Thankfully before I exploded in my pants Marion came breezing into the kitchen and Molly’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.

Katy was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the name of which escaped me, as does the content of the story,

Luckily Marion’s arrival was also timely as it meant I didn’t have to show just how little attention I had been paying to Katy.

 

Any way we all had lunch together and I was trying to figure out how I was going to get into Molly.

I sat there all through lunch looking for a way I could manage to shag her.

We could have tried sneaking off to the study or my house of pleasure in the garage but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and park in the woods and shag in the car.

I couldn’t wait until lunch was over I was finding it difficult to interact; I have never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

 

As we were clearing away after lunch all my prayers were answered as Pandora was ringing to invite Marion to go over to Kiddingstone for the afternoon, there were apparently some things that Marion couldn’t get the day before.

So that was that, that was my in.

As soon as Katy settled down for the afternoon Molly would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.

 

When I was upstairs putting Katy to bed

“Are you ok?” Katy asked, “You seem a little distracted today”

“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” I lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”

Well she had noticed my distraction but I didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”

Katy was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife, however the combination of her illness and the medication could quite easily dull the blade.

 

After I put Katy to bed I wandered downstairs and as I approached the kitchen I suddenly caught sight of Cousin Molly sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi I had been nursing for hours stemming from my earlier thoughts of Molly’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.

Molly wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as I walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What’s going on here then?” I said as I quickly undressed

She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.

I walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.

Molly was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed my swollen cock

“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses

“A window opened up” I replied “and I see that you have too”

“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled my throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.

I hesitated, as I wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.

But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.

“I need your cock,” she moaned

So I let her plug my cock into her hot cunny and with her legs hooked behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck I fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

“Oh that’s it,” she moaned

She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.

As I pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans

“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted

Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper

Her thighs were holding my hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath my buttocks and holding me inside her.

I could only give her short measured strokes one after another and then another until

“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came and my climax instantly followed

Then she kissed me

“God Simon I really needed that” she sighed still gripping me like a vice.

“Are you satisfied now?” I panted

“If I say no will you fuck me again?”

“Yes” I replied

“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Molly said

“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”

I ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.

I paused only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.

 

 

 

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

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.