I LIKE

 

I like them in the rain

I like them in sunshine

I like them after whisky

I like them after wine

I like them when they ignore me

And I like them when they pine

I like them narrow

I like them wide

I like them from the front

I like them from the side

I like them button nosed

And I like them almond eyed

I like them in the dark

I like them in the light

I like them in the day

I like them in the night

I like them from the left

And I like them from the right

I like them in the winter

I like them in the spring

I like them if they’re dowdy

I like them if they’re bling

I like them if they’re distant

And I like them if they cling

I like them fragrant

I like them farty

I like them demure

I like them tarty

I like them homespun

And I like them at a party

I like them blonde

I like them red

I like them single

I like them wed

I like them common

And I like them well bred

I like them black

I like them brown

I like them in a dress

I like them in a gown

I like them with a smile

And I like them with a frown

I like them straight

I like them round

I like them free

I like them bound

I like them by the inch

And I like them by the pound

I like them small

I like them pert

I like them in shorts

I like them in a skirt

I like them coy

And I like them when they flirt

I like them big

I like them small

I like them short

I like them tall

But I like them willing

Most of all

Choice Tales from the Vale – (034) Afternoon Delight

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Tipper, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.

They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.

It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it.

The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Debbie Parsley a girl he had known at school in fact she was his first crush.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice but it never quite happened for them.

But there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.

An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where the made love for the first time.

 

Neil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair a still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Debbie rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Debbie’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest when she saw Neil watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her Form the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”

AFTER THE FUNERAL

 

At the funeral on the remembrance lawn

Looking at her all in black gave me the horn

This may well be regarded as shocking

But I pictured her wearing only stockings

I offered her my condolences and good wishes

And later after flirting we exchanged kisses

I removed her from her smart black suit

Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit

Once divested of her widows weeds

My attentions turned to sowing my seeds

Naked but for stockings and suspender belt

I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt

Her nipples stood proud and swollen

No hint of innocence to be stolen

I kissed her from mouth to stocking top

And below her belly I took a pause to stop

Gently I kissed her pale pink haven

Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven

She opened like a flower before me

And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly

I explored amidst the petals tenderly

Before i worked at her more rythmically

She moaned in explosive climax loudly

My throbbing organ stood out proudly

She lay before me a tattoo on her hip

And with piercing's in ears, nose and lip

I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too

And on her beat out a passionate tattoo

Then after great mutual consummation

Further pleasures were the expectation

Her eager mouth was so well employed

Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed

Then came the gift for naughty girls

When she wore my necklace of pearls

With no chance she would lay serenely

She begged for more quite wantonly

Mutual oral satisfaction was one way

And toys and lotions came in to play

Then not tiring of our copulations

She offered herself again for penetration

More times after that I entered her

Until I was only shooting dust and air

Finally, she let me sleep but just till dawn

When I awoke to her mouth about my horn

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (09) Playing Dress Up

 

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.

 

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.

The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.

But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.

Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.

Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.

Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.

A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

 

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.

 

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old 6ft 4 inch James Ford-Bannister who had been a masseur for 3 years before the change and when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for himself, and he was like a child in a sweetshop so after a while in an attempt to curb his appetites he started to change over to a predominantly male clientele, he only kept his most favourite female clients who he could fuck when the mood took him. 

He was a strong and gentle man ruggedly handsome who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.

 

James Ford-Bannister was a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.

James was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty three and after that point all of his relationships were based purely on sex and he never had a single thought about love.

However all that changed when he first laid eyes on Emily Riley, he fell in love with her on the spot. 

Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

Emily was so lovely and she always wore a smile, which was why he fell for her.

She was almost ten years younger than James, and was just a few months short of her 22^nd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.

But the thing that endeared her to James the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her.

Not that she hadn’t had boyfriends and she was not a virgin but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she started working at the house of fun and she first met James.

 

The two of them began to flirt almost immediately, this would sometimes take the form of suggestive remarks and the other would always reciprocate.

On other occasions it would be physical flirting like the times when she would deliver fresh towels to James and there was always a lingering exchange where their hands would touch and there would be a momentary caress of each other’s hands, and when they passed in a corridor or doorway they would brush past very close even when there was clearly enough space to pass.

But despite their very obvious attraction they didn’t take it any further because James doubted he could win the heart of such a beautiful young girl and Emily was too naïve to think that he would want her, so they never did anything more than that which was ok as they really enjoyed the flirting.

 

Emily’s role at the House of Fun was as part of the support staff, it was a role that was quite varied and she enjoyed it very much.

She didn’t do any of the “mucky stuff” as her mum called it, not that she was averse to the idea, it was just that she lacked the confidence in such matters, but it didn’t prevent her from getting close to the action.

As support staff her duties could involve “meeting and greeting” clients in reception and showing them to their chosen place of pleasure or even assisting in the various rooms, such as restraining victims in the bondage rooms or providing props in the playrooms.

Emily had quickly become a favourite of the Queen of Sin, Yvonne Makin and was sometimes used to pour oil on troubled waters. 

Being a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with an angelic countenance Emily often had a calming effect in difficult situations but if all that failed she normally had someone like 6ft 4 inch James on hand who had different ways of calming things down.

one of her other duties was to assist Yvonne’s niece Lesley in the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them, then they could have them, but of course she charged them a premium to use them, because everything came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and Emily discovered when costumes were returned they could often require a lot of cleaning.

 

One morning, Emily Riley was left in temporary charge of the costume department, she had only gone up there that morning to borrow a modest one piece swimsuit, the kind with a skirt. 

She was going to be doing a session in the Wet Rooms later that morning, but the swimwear available down there were a bit too revealing for her taste.

 

The Wet Rooms were part of the pool and sauna suite and were for those whose foibles were water based.

Of course every room in the House of Fun was a wet room to some degree but the wet rooms proper were something else.

She was attending to one of the regular visitors to the water based facilities, Karen Cho, who was an absolute legend at the House of Fun and everyone had watched her in action at some point.

Karen was Honk Kong Chinese and her foible was to be suspended from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle and then she was hoisted on pulleys until both arms and one leg were above her head and only the tips of her toes of her free leg remained in contact with the ground.

And then a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.

Karen was a pretty girl but you would never have known that when she was in action because her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.

And she orgasmed a lot and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end, and that day Emily would be in the room which was why she needed the swimsuit.

While she was in the Costume Department she used one of the cubicle to try on the costume she had chosen she was completely unaware who was in the cubicle next door.

The changing facility were typically modern, spacious unisex changing booths with a bench seat on one side and coat hooks on the opposite wall and a curtains across the doorway.

And as Emily wriggled her way into the swimsuit James Ford-Bannister was in the cubicle next door and he knew very well who his neighbour was.

He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Emily who was certainly naked for at least part of the time she was in there and he was getting aroused at the thought of it.

James was in the cubicle getting dressed into a toga, for one of his clients who like to imagine he was being massaged in ancient Rome.

He was almost done when he heard a familiar voice nearby and it was Lesley Makin and she was almost outside his cubicle.

“Are you done Emily?” she asked

“I’m nearly ready” came the reply

“I need a favour” Lesley said

“Oh yes” she said suspiciously

“Can you hold the fort here for half an hour or so?” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added

“It’s our anniversary so I want to visit the Disney Room with Aidan”

“You mean you want an anniversary shag” Emily said with a chuckle

“Pretty much” she confessed

“Go on then but no more than an hour”

“Thanks Em you’re the best” Lesley said and James heartily agreed.

“Ok I will see you in an hour” Lesley said

 

James couldn’t believe his luck, not only was he in the cubicle next to hers, but he had a one hour window in which to try and make an impression,

He left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he heard her pull the curtain across he waited for a second and pulled his own curtain open and he found he had timed it to perfection as Emily was standing right there wearing a blue and white one piece swimsuit.

“Hello Emily” he said dressed in a toga

“Oh James” she said almost jumping out of her skin

“You made me jump, I didn’t know you were here”

“I had to get changed for a rather fussy client” he said as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.

She blushed when she noticed him looking at her protruding nipples but made no move to cover them up,

 “Do you come here often?” she said trying to cover her embarrassment and failing but they both laughed.

“Wow it’s really nice to see you in a swimsuit” he said

“You look so good”

This made her quite flustered so as he stared into her eyes he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle and pulled the curtain.

“Wont anyone wonder where you are” she said feebly but he ignored her and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and she stood on tip toe so she could reach up her arms and gripped him around the neck like a bear trap.

It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot liquid kiss with darting tongues of passion while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.

James sat down on the little bench so the diminutive little girl was now above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his with her lips still locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorted in air and his hands continued their travels up and down her spine but he was desperate to play with her treasures so he steered her tiny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

Emily refused to relinquish contact of her lips on his until the moment her cute little arse made contact with his lap and their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him her most angelic smile before locking on to him again.

James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.

 

James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.

He fondled her breast for a few minutes, which was nice but he wanted more so his hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.

They stopped kissing and Emily dropped her arms to her sides and let him pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out of them one at a time but she held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand and then she kissed him again briefly before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful pert pink confections previously hidden from his sight and they sat there and quivered before his libidinous eyes topped by small pink nipples.

As his hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples Emily’s arms gripped tighter and although her face was still buried deep in the crook of his neck he could still hear her murmur.

As beautiful as her titties were, he quickly began tiring of them so he moved his playful hand down across her belly and inside her costume and in response her body stiffened and she held her breath as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress.

James’ fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied before momentarily resting on her prominent mound and then down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch and she grabbed a handful of his toga and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.

His cock was hard beneath her soft buttocks as he continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the mouthful of toga, as she came beneath his touch.

Her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he would have liked to have taken her further with his frigging and then finish her with his cock but he was already late for his session with Ancient Roma man and besides he didn’t want their first engagement to be some torrid sordid shag in a glorified cupboard.

He was fairly confident, as he sat there with his fingers still wet with her cunny juice, that there would be time enough for sordid sex encounters at a later date.

But he knew they would conclude their business another day to be a certainty even before she kissed him a soft and gentle kiss.

So James watched as she recover her lovely titties and then they had a languid affectionate farewell kiss and he pulled back the curtain and she went to work, James had to remain behind for five minutes until his erection subsided sufficiently for him to be able to walk unhindered and every last hint of arousal disappeared when he massaged a fat middle aged man.

 

After Emily left James in the changing room sporting a serious erection beneath his toga she went to attend Karen Cho in the wet rooms and witnessed her having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.

She watched on as the usually sweet and pretty Karen was screaming in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end as her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.

And she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and Emily realized why she needed the swimsuit.

 

It had been a real eye opening experience and on top of her short interlude with James it had left her more than a little horny.

But she was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom at her parents’ house that night.

 

She was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams and just down right dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

 

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was to the massage and sauna suite to see James.

However he was with a client when she got there so she went back to reception and checked his calendar and was horrified to discover her was booked solidly until lunch and then he only had a twenty minute break and then he was booked again until 4pm.

 

Emily wasn’t the only one to wake up that morning seriously horny, James had also had a disturbed night’s sleep and his porn field dreams were pretty much exclusively about Emily who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying the beautiful Miss Riley.

 

After her disappointing discovery in reception she went about her business but everywhere she turned there was reminders of her frustration.

She watched maids stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and stuffing the joy covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled.

Dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, the dirty lucky cows.

 

Even when she went up to the costume department to collect some costumes for a session after lunch, she saw the heaps of used costumes that had been leaked on and squirted over, all of which made her lustfully wistful.

 

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”

Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

 

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”

Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

 

As she walked in his direction he gave her a lecherous appraisal she was small and slim but there were curves to her as well and just as he was remembering the sensual feel of her breasts she caught sight of him.

“Hi James” she said and tottered over to him carrying costume bags in each hand.

“You look even more gorgeous today than usual” he said and he stooped down to kiss her.

“What are you up to?” he asked, hoping the answer was nothing so he could reacquaint himself with her gorgeous body.

“I’m helping in the play rooms” she said a little breathless and her cheeks were flushed “I have the costumes”

He had seen her breathless and flushed the day before and he felt a slight trouser tickle as he remembered the circumstances.

“That’s a shame I was hoping for another cuddle” he said

“Me too” She replied more enthusiastically than she intended and blushed

“So who are you dressing up as?” he queried

“I’m a maid” she replied “I haven’t tried it on yet, I hope it’s not too sexy”

“It’s bound to be with you in it” he said and made her giggle and blush.

“So what are you doing next then?” she asked

“I have one more session,” he replied “and then nothing until 5 o’clock”

“Really I thought you were booked up until four”

“I was but I had a cancelation” he said “So once I’m done I’m going to have a snooze in one of the day rooms”

The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.

But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients. 

“Well I’d better go or I’ll be late and I won’t have time to change into my costume” she said and then she blushed because of a salacious thought that crossed her mind, so she hurried off.

“Ok I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see you wearing it” he called after her and as she walked away she was blushing an even deeper red than before.

 

As Emily walked towards the play rooms she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her session, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

 

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Emily went about her duties over the next couple of hours she was met with every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

 

There was a double spank and wank in the Disney Room, a beautifully young girl being rogered from behind by a big black stallion on the hay bales in the stable room, Callum was fucking a stern looking business women bent over an office desk, then there was the doctors and nurses scene with Molly and her girlfriend Samantha and the bizarre yet captivating scene of a shy thirty something being skewered up the trap door of her thermal underwear.

Salacious didn’t really cover it but despite a deep feeling of utter arousal she had to keep herself in check until the time came when she could unleash her passion and indulge in her own shameful exploits in the most titillating way possible.

 

When he finished with his last client he spent half an hour or so pottering around and tidied away the bottles of lotions and potions, gathered up the used towels and put them in the laundry, then he squirted antibacterial spray on the tables and wiped them clean.

When he was done and he was satisfied it was ready for his 5 o’clock he walked up to reception and got one of the dayroom keys from Agnes.

 

He used the keycard and walked in and was immediately assailed by the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the window so his first action was to draw the curtains then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes and then he promptly fell asleep.

 

“Hi Agnes, has James Ford-Bannister been up for a day room key?” she asked

“Yes luvvie” she replied “room 55”

“Can I have a spare key?” Emily asked

“What for…” Agnes began “Are you and James at it?”

“No not yet” Emily replied bashfully “Not until you give me the spare key”

Emily then went onto explain about the flirting and the suggestive talk and the caressing and such like and finally what had gone on the day before in the costume department changing room.

“You lucky cow” Agnes said “He’s gorgeous, but he wouldn’t look at me twice”

“Do you think I’m a tart?” Emily asked “by doing what I’m going to do”

“No I do not” Agnes replied very definitely “if he was to flirt with me just once I’d have him on his back in an instant and ride him like a slutty cowgirl”

Emily giggled at the thought of it and then Agnes handed her the spare keycard and added

“Go get him you lucky girl”

 

James had fallen asleep on the large leather sofa in room 55 and he awoke suddenly to find Emily Riley standing in the doorway.

He wasn’t sure if it was real or whether he was dreaming about her again so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there.

It must have been the sound of the door opening and closing that had stirred him from his slumber because she hadn’t made a sound and she didn’t speak.

Emily just stood there dressed as a housemaid.

Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, he liked the collar and cuffs to match, blacks tights, at least he presumed them to be tights anyway and heels to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a white frilly apron and a matching hat on her heed, James thought she looked very sexy, but to be honest he wanted her so badly that he would have thought she looked sexy in a black bin bag.

Without either of them speaking Emily reached behind her and undid her apron and dropped it on the floor as she walked slowly towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

James could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.

By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her black tights.

Emily leant forward and put a hand on the back of the sofa to support herself allowing the full weight of her tits to hang seductively inviting in their black lace holster and then she kissed him in a wet, passionate, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped she stood up, and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the sofa, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.

 

At that point he intended to pick her up and carry her to the bed but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the four poster which to an onlooker would have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.

At the foot of the bed they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining area, where they came to a stop and he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they swung invitingly free until he got his hands on them and they were every as delicious as they had been the last time he fondled them.

James then I pushed her backwards onto the table and began sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples, suckling on them like a hungry child.

Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize which had haunted his dreams the night before.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her teats and when he stopped sucking on her tits he left them wet, misshapen and swollen.

James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

“Oh God James” she moan as he licked her out, which was the first time she had spoken and then one of her shoes fell off while he noshed on her.

She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue she very soon came long and hard.

James stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet and discarded them.
“Do it here” Emily begged “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
But he didn’t want the first time he had her to be on the table like a slutty buffet in the same way he hadn’t wanted to fuck her in the changing room the day before.

No” he said sternly and she looked at him quite crestfallen until he added

“I want you in bed”

This was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran across the room like a rat up a drainpipe and jumped on the bed.
Emily was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he reached the bed

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.

The white frilly hat lay discarded on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and as he looked down at her Minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.

As Emily bounced, everything bounced although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and then she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and she hurriedly began undoing his trousers

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue poked out the side of her mouth.

“There he is” Emily said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the throbbing beast and her eyes were fixed on it until she looked up at his face as she played with his cock.
James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

 

James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

James could feel Emily’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound and then she looked up and smiled wickedly before she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

James could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh that’s so nice Honey” he gasped

James was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she was enjoying her task but he didn’t want her to suck him off, not that day anyway.

But he needn’t have worried because Emily suddenly relinquished her oral assault on his cock and leapt up and taking him completely by surprise she shoved him hard so he fell onto the bed, this was no mean feat considering she was five foot nothing and he was six foot four.

“Get on your back” she commanded and he duly complied and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.

“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on James again and again.

He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, that with all the images of her he had had the night before and all the scenarios he experienced none of them hinted for a moment that she would expertly perform on him in such a satisfying way.

Unlike the previous times he had a girl riding him Emily remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.

Not needing to intercede with her James just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed

“Oh fuck” as he shot his hot cream into her.

 

Emily was such a surprisingly good fuck that James was in no rush to let her leave his bed and he let her have him again before he let her go back to work.

What made it special wasn’t just the sex, which was outstanding, it was special because there was also love.

 

It wasn’t the last costume sex game they played together and they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the day rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed. 

Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair would just suck him dry.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (313) In the potting shed

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

 

Over the month that followed they had numerous repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he was unaware about that part.

 

However after the first month more than a week passed and he hadn’t seen her, he was in his studio pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile when he spied his gardener Sharon go into the potting shed, and he felt a trouser tickle as the beast began to stir so he decided to feed it.

 

Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family since she left school, first with her father and then on her own since he retired, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.

Sharon was bent salaciously, however unintentionally, over a lawnmower as he entered the shed, and she was well aware of his presence and stood up as he approached and raised no objection as he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her unfettered breasts

“Thank God” she said as he squeezed her tits and kissed her neck.

“I’m so horny today” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“I thought I was going to have to flick myself off in the van”

She turned her head towards him so he could kiss her, and as their  tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her jugs and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a clunk and Alex stopped kissing her and they exchanged a look.

“Trowel” she said and thrust her tongue back in his mouth and he slipped his hands inside her tee shirt and roughly groped at her naked globes and teased her huge nipples.

Sharon showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue, so his right hand travelled south across her plump belly to her well pruned bush, though it was still beautifully lush, but not the wild beaver the casual observer might assume it to be.

“No don’t”

“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were horny”

“I am” she reiterated “I’m too horny for foreplay”

And as if to demonstrate her requirement she was rubbing the cheeks of her arse against the bulge in his shorts and even managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down her bum crack.

With her dungarees already around her ankles he bent her over the lawn mower and then he grabbed the waistband of her big blue knickers with both hands and yanked them off her arse, and as the gusset came away from her minge, it sounded like a plaster being removed. and he could plainly see the dark patch of her horniness on the crotch.

His cock was fit to burst through the fabric of his shorts if he hadn’t untrousered it, Sharon glanced over her shoulder expectantly, so Alex grabbed her round hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

 

Alex returned to his studio, after he and Sharon redressed in the potting shed, but he watched as Sharon gathered all her tools together and smiled as he watched her walking across the lawn with a strange open gait obviously suffering with sticky knickers.

When she had everything back in her van, she went off to her next job damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.

He spent the rest of the morning productively, but during his lunch he remembered that the paper bill was due the next day and Karen Askey always liked to collect the money in person, she didn’t offer this service to all her customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in kind.

The gratuity was not an issue he had the means to settle that bill, however he didn’t have any cash, so he thought he’d better get to a cashpoint just in case she wouldn’t accept his donation if his bill wasn’t settled.

“Not very likely” he said out loud and smiled