Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (10) The Predatory Receptionist

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 Yvonne Makin’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’s 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 her original role was 36 year old, 5ft 8 inch, Agnes Andreoli who had been the receptionist for 3 years before even Yvonne Makin and her husband took over in fact it was the only job she had had since she left school.

She was a Pangmere girl born and bred and she lived alone in what was her parents’ house, she had no entanglements in her life, she had a sister Anna who now lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way.

She liked her own company and her independence she was not interested in relationships but she did love sex, so when the Spa made the change and it started to cater for the more depraved tastes she was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for herself which meant she didn’t need to go looking for cock or cunny in her free time she could get what she wanted during work hours and still earn a living behind the reception desk.

And she had never been more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.

Agnes Andreoli is a sexual predator who used to spend hours out of her precious free time in pursuit of cock or cunny but after the change from Spa Hotel to House of Fun she no longer had to venture out, as her place of work became her hunting ground and it was well stocked with suitable prey, staff and customer alike.

When it first changed she was like a child in a sweetshop and her behaviour was quite gluttonous so after a while she curbed her appetites a little but she was still getting through at least one sexual encounter a day, even when she was on the blob.

She saw all the comings and goings working on reception, the ebb and flow of of staff and punters or as she regarded them, her prey. 

People would have been surprised when looking at her the she was the most prolific fornicator on the staff, and had a 90 percent hit rate.

If she got her sights on you she didn’t often miss, equally if anyone had their sights on her she rarely said no.

Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job.

Her plainness was accentuated by three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she always wore black, like a horny witch and the last thing was that she wasn’t a smiley person, but when she did smile it was dazzling and completely disarming.

Some days she had to go on the hunt or plot and scheme but on others they just fell into her lap.

 

In the reception of the House of Fun, 25 year old Sagina Hosanee sat fidgeting and looking glum.

She was a quiet gentle girl, not spectacularly pretty or blessed with a perfect figure but she was cute with big dark eyes and lovely dark chocolate skin and soft black curly hair.

She was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and there was a very good reason why she was sitting alone looking glum.

Her girlfriend and play partner, Fiona Tilbrook, had gone away on holiday with her parents, Sir Robert and Lady Catherine Tilbrook, who were a wealthy Downshire family who originally made their money in the Cotton Mills of Lancashire.

They had left the family home, a country estate at the western end of the Finchbottom Vale, for an extended holiday in the Caribbean.

Not only was Fiona her lover, she was her only lover and she didn’t know what she was going to do while she was away.

Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.

Agnes thought she was very cute, and she knew why she was looking so fed up and as she sat there she was lost and vulnerable, which was just how she liked them.   

 

Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.

Sagina was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello hon” Agnes said “Where’s your buddy?”

Even though she knew full well were her “buddy” Fiona was.

They had been inseparable since they popped each other’s cherry and were a perfect couple who really complimented each other.

Although there were similarities, they were both shy and reserved, more than that they were both socially awkward and lacked self-confidence, they also shared their sexual likes and dislikes and a sense of humour, but there were differences too.

Sagina was dark and dusky and was curvy, Fiona on the other hand, was stick thin.

Being with Fiona made Sagina feel more confident, and vice versa, making them dare to do things they would never do alone, they lived their lives on each other’s coat tails and without Fiona Sagina floundered.

“She’s not here” Sagina answered

“Have you come to play then?” Agnes asked hopefully

“No such luck” Came the reply and Agnes looked at her quizzically

“So you’re not here so that someone can further sully your beautiful young form”

“No” she snapped

“That’s a shame” Agnes said “They are very good at sullying at the House of Fun”

“Yes they are,” she said wistfully

“So why are you here then?” she asked

“I don’t have work today and I didn’t want to stay at home on my own” Sagina said sadly

“And when will Fiona be here?” Agnes asked

“Not for ages” she replied

“The family have gone to the Caribbean, for three weeks”

She said with tears filling her eyes.

“It will fly by I’m sure” Agnes offered

“Yes but I’ll miss all the fun” she said

“Fun” was Sagina’s euphemism for sex.

Because Agnes was standing, which made her a foot taller than Sagina, she could easily look down her top at her beautiful brown muffins and she longed to play with her chocolate teats.

“Fiona would be lost while you’re away” Agnes said

“You could keep her entertained when she returns”

“Yes but I wouldn’t go away and leave her” she said bitterly

“Wouldn’t you want too?” Agnes asked

“No, because I love her” Sagina said and started to cry so Agnes put her arm around her and comforted her and she wore a wicked leer as she did and was hoping that she would further comfort her in a very short while by fingering her hairy crack.

Agnes spent about ten minutes comforting Sagina, listening to her and when she had calmed down, Agnes asked

“Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please” she replied

“Let’s go into my office” she said and then Agnes called Emily Riley, one of the support staff, over to man the desk for her while she looked after Sagina.

Emily smiled because she knew precisely how Agnes liked to look after people, she had cornered Emily in the stationary cupboard once.

 

In Agnes’ office was a small kitchen area in one corner which was the kind of thing you would customarily find in a hotel room.

“The cups are in the top cupboard” Agnes said as she flicked the switch on the kettle and being of diminutive stature Sagina had to stand on tiptoe to reach the cups and the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved the cups she turned and looked at Agnes and asked accusingly
“Were you staring at my bum?”
“Of course” she replied
“You’re a terrible letch Agnes” Sagina said
“No I’m actually a very good letch” she corrected her “don’t you like me looking?”
“Of course I do” she said and blushed and then Agnes walked across the office and said to Sagina before she kissed her 

“I think you’d like me touching you too”
And while they kissed Agnes took the opportunity to grab her tight little arse and cupped a delicious cheek in each hand.
The kiss lasted for about a minute and when their lips parted Sagina said
“Are we going to have “fun”?”

The day had begun for Sagina in great sadness with a prolonged period of frustration on the horizon while Fiona was away but had taken a distinct turn for the better when Agnes took it upon herself to get into Sagina’s knickers to ease her frustration and to pleasantly distract her from the reality of her lover’s absence.

The offer of a drink in Agnes Andreoli’s office brought fourth no refreshment but found her lying on the desk stripped to the waist, her nipples, wet, swollen, misshapen and red from Agnes’ suckling attention, her leggings and knickers were around her knees and Agnes had two fingers frantically frigging her cunny.

 

The only refreshment she did receive in the office that morning came when it was Agnes’ turn to be on her back in a state of undress on the desk, when Sagina lapped the plentiful juice off her pussy lips, which of course merely caused her to produce more.

 

Agnes was in her office for over an hour “comforting” Sagina and when she returned to the reception desk to relieve Emily she was wearing no knickers and Sagina was completely naked in Agnes’ office chair waiting to be comforted all over again which Agnes duly did during her lunch hour.

 

However delicious little Sagina’s body was, the “comforting” hadn’t left Agnes entirely satisfied.

Sagina and Fiona had only known each other sexually and they hadn’t been together for long.

She would have to educate her over the three weeks Fiona was away in the Caribbean then Fi would feel the benefit of it on her return.

Because she had been left unsatisfied she decided to find some cock to finish her off and it was late in the evening when she spotted a likely candidate, who had the look in his eye that she was looking for, desperation.

 

Because of her plainness she had been the “any old port in a storm” for many a man who had lucked out elsewhere, but she didn’t mind that as all the men that had approached her in that way always saw her differently afterwards.

 

So with her quarry identified she decided to deploy the leg, she had fabulous legs, so she deployed all of it.

Making sure she was in his eye line she stood in her office doorway and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.

She always wore stockings like many of the girls at the House of Fun as it gave easy access to their pussies, either for their own hand or someone else’s.

 

Justin McArdle was in his late twenties and was a frequent visitor to the House of Fun and had never left the premises disappointed, however on that particular day he had struck out everywhere he had tried so he decided to head back to reception and see if something caught his eye and it did.

As he approached he had a view towards the receptionist’s office which was when he caught sight of Agnes Andreoli with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.

This revelation was a definite point scorer and moved Agnes up in his estimation though not necessarily on to the to-do list but then he thought “Any old port in a storm”

“It’s not like there’s much to choose from” he said to himself “and she has fabulous legs”

 

Having bated the trap Agnes went into her office and waited for her prey to wander into her lair.

 

Justin walked around for about five minute, not wishing to make a hasty decision, but his cock was wriggling to life in his pants so it was clear he had already made his decision, so he decided not to be churlish and headed for Agnes’ office, then he chuckled to himself when he saw a sign which read “Staff entrance” and he thought that was a great idea, he would definitely be using the staff entrance.

 

He approached the office, almost tip toeing until he could see her seated at her desk and from the doorway he said

“Good evening Miss Andreoli, how are you?”

“You’re not allowed in here Mr McArdle” she said without looking up

“I was just passing and the door was open” he lied

“What do you want Justin?” she snapped “I’m very busy”

“What I want” he said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”

“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in his trousers.

 

“What I want” Justin said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”

“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap.

However just at the moment Agnes knew she had him, the phone rang.

 

She rose up from the chair and reached over and picked up the phone.

“What?” She snapped and then a bored look came over her face

“I can’t come right now Sagina I’ll come and find you later”

While she was distracted Justin sidled up behind her.

“Yes honey I promise” she said and hung up the phone.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she said glancing over her shoulder.

He didn’t reply instead he used his body weight to pin her against the desk then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled her forward until she had to use her hands to support her weight.

It dawned on him at that point however that he didn’t have a clue what to do next but then Agnes started to rub her bony arse against him.

This was a welcome intervention even though she was not his target demographic he was very horny and he wouldn’t have wanted to force himself on her. 

“So you do want to play?” he said

She didn’t answer but she let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and then she pushed against the lump in his trousers again.

In response he began hiking up her black skirt, she always wore black, like a horny witch.

Justin released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.

It was a good quality garment, lined, not from a catalogue, Agnes always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.

She was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms and he pushed the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.

He ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs to her waist and in a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick he yanked her knickers down.

So with her knickers safely around her knees, thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind for a moment, which he somehow doubted in fact the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, cock.

Justin undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade.

If she was going to have a change of heart that would have been the moment to express it as he sat there staring at her bony white arse.

In truth it was a view of limited appeal and he may have begun to lose interest until she fidgeted on the desk and he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless.

His cock responded to the sight of her so he probed an inquisitive digit between her lips, almost like checking the oil level on a car and Agnes let out a low moan and his finger came out wet, very wet.

“Come on then Agnes if you want to play” Justin commanded and Agnes, who still had her hands on her desk, shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when Agnes showed that she was a true devotee of cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his not inconsiderable shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.

He thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard to the finish line but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to burst he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push him up from the chair and he stood up with his cock all the way inside her and with five or six nerve tingling lengths he finished her over the desk.

He did think, because she was an “any old port in a storm” that he would spaff his load all over her bony white arse but she had been a spectacularly satisfying shag so he emptied his lot inside her instead.

 

They stood stooped over the desk panting hard for a few minutes until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy and she collapsed.

He pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty but then thought again and then put it back so she was left uncovered.

He redressed himself and tucked away his greasy cock and then caressed her buttock and leant down over the desk and kissed her panting face.

“That was fun” he said

“Yes Justin” she said meekly between pants “It was, and it will be next time when you want to do this again”

“There won’t be a repeat”

“Oh I promise you, you’ll be back” Agnes sighed

“Good night Miss Andreoli and thank you” he said and then he left and closed the door.

But he paused and then quietly opened the door again to get one more look at her as she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony white arse and bejewelled hairless minge on full display and he smiled to himself at the sight and he continued watching for a few minutes and then she stirred and got to her feet.

 

Agnes was feeling very pleased with herself for her cleverness as she pulled up her knickers and let her skirt fall, she was especially pleased as Justin was still spying on her through the gap in the door.

 

As he continued to spy on her through the gap in the door he felt a fresh stirring in his pants and he knew at that moment that she was right and he would be going back to Agnes for more of what he’d had.

After a few moments he closed the door and turned away and headed for home, it had been a funny old day but a very pleasant evening when he had impaled Agnes over her desk.

 

After Agnes left her office with her pussy still sticky from Justin’s ejaculating cock she went in search of young Sagina and she found her in one of the voyeur rooms watching Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, in action.

They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite, but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although they turned their slutty hands to almost anything.

Watching the girls at play had made Sagina very horny, so she was pleased to see Agnes.

 

Before she left reception she grabbed a key card for 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. 

Agnes obviously had the former in mind and Sagina wasn’t complaining, in fact she didn’t complain on any of the other occasions that followed in Fiona’s absence.

But she didn’t restrict her lascivious lust to women’s girlfriends she was also getting plenty of cock from other women’s men.

But she hadn’t had a return visit from Justin McArdle’s cock which disappointed her.

After draining various men’s balls and supping lustily on Sagina’s lush pussy for two weeks Fiona retuned early.

 

To the casual observer 23 year old Fiona Tilbrook may well have just wandered about aimlessly in her cat suit, but that wasn’t quite the whole story.

 

She returned to wander the halls of the House of Fun wearing one of her famous see through cat suits, which hid nothing, especially not her hairy bush, it always made her feel sexy.

Fiona Tilbrook wasn’t a particularly pretty girl in fact she was a quite plain girl with pale skin and she was skinny.

Fiona stood a little over 5ft 2 and wore her brunette hair center parted and tied at the nape and as she walked the corridors she searched for the love of her life.

But not just because she missed her lovely Sagina, but because when Fiona returned from her holiday she was as horny as all hell and unlike Sagina she hadn’t had anyone scratching her itch while she was away, she had been attending to herself and she wasn’t very successful at it, which was why she had returned from the Caribbean a week early.

 

Fiona found Sagina and after a warm and affectionate embrace she then dragged her unceremoniously to the nearest play room and they were both naked within a minute of the door closing.

 

On witnessing the girls embrace and the urgency of their process to the playroom Agnes knew it was going to be intense so she slipped into the voyeur room to spectate.

Agnes had educated Sagina during Fiona’s absence and she was about to feel the benefit of it now she had returned.

Her pupil had learned the lessons so well and Fiona was in blissful receipt of Sagina’s tongue.

It was intense that Agnes was incredibly wet and so she hiked her skirt up and began fingering her wet pussy.

 

She was well greased up when the door opened and Justin walked in and his eyes went immediately to her busy fingers and she looked at him and smiled but didn’t stop.

He sat down next to her and looked through the glass and said

“My God they’re really hairy girls”

“Do you like them hairy?” Agnes asked

“No I like a silky slit” he replied and his fingers replaced hers and he flicked her off while they both watched the girl on girl action.

“You’d better lock the door” she instructed after he’d flicked her off “We don’t want to be interrupted”

“Ok” he agreed “We certainly don’t want that”

By the time he had walked to the door and turned around Agnes already had her skirt off and was pulling her top off over her head.

She threw her top onto the floor and stood at the far end of the room wearing her black lace bra, matching knickers, stockings and suspenders.

“Your turn” she said 

“No problem” Justin responded and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

“And those” she said pointing at his socks and while he complied with her order she slipped her hand down the front of her black lace panties so when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.

“Do you want this now or would you prefer to watch the spanking?” he said referring to what was going on beyond the glass “I rather like spanking”

“Me too” she said and turned her back on him before slipping her knickers down and bending over a chair.

Agnes a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.

“Oh Justin” she said softly “Again”

He obliged her by alternating his handiwork, distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks.  

She continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was soon drawn to her glistening minge.

“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack, well not so much damp as absolutely dripping.

“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax and it was time for him to fuck her.

He rubbed his bell end along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled his knob before he pushed his shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.

When Justin was comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her black lace bra to release her meagre fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed as he pounded on her until her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm and Justin shot into her.

“I told you you’d be back for more” she said seconds after he’d made her cum.

But they didn’t leave it at that, after some expert oral encouragement she had him fuck her for a second time where she exacted more seed from his cock until they were completely spent and they fell asleep.

When they woke they found several hours had elapsed and an entirely different horny tableau was being played out through the two way mirror.

As sufficient time has passed and there was plenty of visual stimulation beyond the glass they fucked again for the last time that day, but not for the last time.