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 but the
majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.
But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant
clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the
local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.
One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe
Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of
the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.
Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the
Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both
regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and
sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to
get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances
because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could
ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always
left him horny.
All in all he thought Jan was a really
annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his
resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the
Purplemere office to help with a stock check.
His resistance was finally broken one summer
night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the
presence that her car had broken down.
While he was looking under the bonnet, she was
divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.
He had always thought that she had a tidy
figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked
gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with
her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.
Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he
discovered that she liked to give instructions
“Rub me hard”
“Yes, touch me there”
“Oooh do that”
“Oooh do this”
Which went on for a while and her constant
instructions really pissed him off, so he snapped and span her round until she
was facing the car
“I don’t like being told what to do or when to
do it”
And he bent her over the bonnet and banged
into her and fucked her hard.
Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the
bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into
Shallowfield he got a text from her
“Let’s do that again”
Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if
he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.
However, the text’s kept coming from her,
begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.
That is until one Saturday afternoon about two
months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield
Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.
She put on her tightest most revealing
leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough
to eat and smelt divine.
“No” he said as she walked into the office,
but he still went hard
“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”
“No” he repeated
“Why?”
“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you
telling me what to do”
“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”
“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you
go”
“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you
ask”
“Anything?” he asked
“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and
I’ll do it”
Joe thought for a moment and remembered that
parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had
unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in
their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had
in mind was perfect.
“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked
one last time
“Absolutely” she confirmed
Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the
top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.
“What are they for?”
“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose
“it’s alright they’re clean”
She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded
her
“You did say anything”
“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening
her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively
gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.
He thought he might tell her later that he’d
lied about them being clean.
Joe then led her by the hand, out to the
warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.
“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment
of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of
her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.
Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran
the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots
that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House
of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.
When he’d finished trussing her up she looked
like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that
he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her
cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.
He left Jan hanging from the cargo
restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went
outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then
he walked back inside and climbed into the van.
“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her
head, so he undid her gag
“What’s wrong?”
“I need a drink” she replied and then added
quietly “and I need to pee”
He went away and when he returned, he was
carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.
She was very grateful for the water and drank
half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.
“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged
“please, I’ve been good”
“You said anything” he reminded her
“I know” she said “But...”
“No buts” he said “anything means anything,
and a promise is a promise”
Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket
between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of
extraordinary proportions.
“God that was sexy” he said when the last
drops fell into the bucket
“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked
“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he
put the bucket down.
Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then
said
“It’s time to play again”
So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he
could replace the gag.
With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and
abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting
belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and
invited him to taste.
After noshing her to yet another orgasm he
released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.
She was still breathing hard, and he could
feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.
They stood in that embrace for several minutes
while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.
It was also a chance for him to get his second
wind before the final act.
“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”
She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.
“There is still one more bit of fun to be had”
he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and
when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little
leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.
He paused briefly in the show room while he
stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his
pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.
He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the
auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best
of his knowledge a Jan.
He had her laid in
such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her
feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered
her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he
banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her
pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.
He didn’t withdraw
as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent
in situ.
If he had she would
probably still been lying there come Monday morning.
So, Joe helped her
dress herself and then had to drive her home.
She was so
exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and
he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.
When he reached her
house, she kissed him tenderly and asked
“Are we ever going
to do that again?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes please” she
said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”
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