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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