Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (20) Tease Me Please Me

 

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.

 

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.

However quite a lot of the staff were new and Helen Culleton and Rob Lamb were in that category.

 

Rob was one of the caretaking staff who had worked at the Spa for 12 months and he worked most of the time in the pool and sauna suite, though not exclusively.

He was a short skinny man in his mid-twenties with bright orange hair, a pleasant freckled face and a nice smile and a really serious crush on Helen, and when he wasn’t working in the pool and sauna suite he was watching his big crush, Helen Culleton in the voyeur rooms.

Voyeurism was very popular with staff and paying guests alike and initially some two way mirrors were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

But they proved to be so popular that almost all of the rooms had them within a year.

Although some punters actually wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, or the punishment, but 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.

So Rob would find out what room Helen was performing in and he would make his way to the adjoining voyeur room and when he was seated and he turned off the lights he opened the curtains to reveal the wonderful scene, although he only ever looked at Helen.

But until his fascination for her began he watched a wide variety of deviances, submission, cross dressing, dominance, girl on girl, and then he saw her for the first time naked apart from black fishnet stockings, with two girls chained to a wall while she vigorously spanked them on the buttocks, from then on he only had eyes for her.

 

Helen Culleton was 24 years old, single and five foot one, with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, plump breasts and chocolate coloured nipples.

She was gorgeous and she knew it and she had used her body since the moment she realized what effect she had on men, and women for that matter, but she never had sex with the punters, she wasn’t a whore, she was a performer, stripping, erotic dancing and teasing.

Helen had earned a good living and was never short of work but when she landed a job at the House of Fun she really started to coin it in, especially when she added masturbation and pissing to her dirty repertoire.

 

As soon as Rob finished his shift he went in search of Helen and her delicious chocolate confections, to see what she was up to and, although he didn’t know it at the time, it was a particularly pivotal day in his life, as the main tenant of her performance that day was pissing.

He often watched Helen from the safety of the voyeur rooms through the two way mirror, safely anonymous, he would often see her outside in the corridors and common areas but he never dared to speak to her, he was far two shy.

Rob may have felt anonymous behind the glass, but she always knew when he was there, so she always gave everything.

 

As he looked on Helen was wearing the full school uniform, consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and a straw boater of course, complete with matching ribbons.

She was stood with her back flush against the wall with her eyes fixed on the two way mirror and as she slid down the wall she squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Helen then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pristine white knickers aside with her thumb, revealing her luscious black curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which Rob had never seen before and he found it very arousing, very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance she achieved with the arcing jet and its duration.

When she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled at the glass and let out a long sigh, and her customer whom she had never looked at once, creamed his pants.

Rob could well understand why her punter had lost his load because he felt his own cock swelling in his pants, so he thought that was a good time to leave.

“Make yourself a sandwich” he said to himself “or jump in the shower”
He decided a cold shower would cool his ardour the most and that way he would be able to enjoy his sandwich in comfort as he was sporting a huge erection thanks to Helen’s Olympic style pissing performance.

 

Helen would have continued performing and Rob would have continued watching had fate not taken a hand.

The event occurred soon after Helen’s pissing performance when he was struggling to get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head even after a cold shower.

As he stepped out of the shower he reached for a towel but he hadn’t even got his balls dry when the door opened and two girls were standing there, it was Helen and her friend Ginny.

They had started working there together, Ginny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled.

The girls didn’t say anything they just looked at his erection for longer than was comfortable, and then as suddenly as they arrived they smiled and then they were gone again.  

 

Fates second intervention in Helen and Rob’s life happened on the day after Helen and Ginny caught him naked and aroused.

He was told there was a problem with one of the ladies toilets on the second floor so he grabbed his tools and walked upstairs and then down the corridor to the toilet with the out of order sign on the door and opened it and then he stepped inside.

He checked his job sheet and saw that the problem was in cubicle three so he pushed open the door and then he realized Helen Culleton was sat on the toilet, leggings and knickers around her knees and her dress hoisted up around her middle with her thick black bush clearly visible, and she was pissing and she never stopped pissing all the time he was standing there watching her.
“Oh God I'm so sorry” he said flustered “I didn’t think anyone was in here, I am so, so sorry”
Then he hurried out of the door and back to the sanctuary of his office where he could hide his embarrassment, but as he hurried back towards his office he was surprised to find he had a substantial stalk on, possibly because seeing Hellen pissing on the toilet reminded him of seeing her pissing in the voyeur room the day before, or perhaps it was because she was so close he could have touched her.

All the time he was staring at her bush she never said a word to him, or lost her temper, but he was so embarrassed, however when he walked back into his office he found Helen sitting on his chair and he jumped when he saw her there and he got flustered again.
“I really am sorry Helen” he said
“its ok” she said “I’m not cross with you, you’ve seen everything I’ve got already”

“That’s not the point” he said and he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock, or at least the bulge in his trousers made by his cock and he wondered what was going through her mind.
“Is your cock always hard?” she asked with a smile
“No only when…” he began “You’re around”
“It doesn’t do that just for me” Helen said and she laughed 
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at the site of his erection, which he tried to stop twitching, which he failed to do.

“Dirty thoughts” he said

“Really? What were you thinking about?” she asked already knowing the answer

“You of course” he said “it’s always you”

“Tell me more” she asked with a lustful look on her face.

“Well I think about making love to you in bed, when you are naked, wriggling and squirming beneath me” he said

“You think of doing that?” she asked with raised eyebrows

“All the time” he confessed

He often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

 

Rob often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

But he hadn’t, even in his wildest dreams, ever imagined what happened next, when she reached out and unzipped his trousers and when she had extricated his erection from its confines she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him towards her by it and then for the first time she took her eyes off of it and looked at his face as she played with him.

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

This was a surprise; he hadn’t imagined her doing that, he had imagined a lot but not that, then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

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

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

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

“Oh that’s so nice Helen” he gasped

“Is this to your satisfaction?” Helen mumbled between slurps

“What a stupid question” he thought to himself “of course it was to his satisfaction, was she mad?”

But out loud he said

“Oh yes”

At the point in proceedings that they had reached he would have normally have been considering the next chapter of the story, with the girls he usually had sexual encounters with.

But he was pretty convinced that it was Helen’s intention to suck him off.

What he didn’t know however was that the only reason for that was that she was on her monthly.

Rob was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he was right and she had already decided what she wanted to do.

One of his hands was on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her thick black curls while the other caressed her bulging cheek.

Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously then Helen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her dark lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock, and snorting through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

Rob was so close and Emily could sense it and she was going at him like fury,

So close, so close

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

 

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

Helen was still grasping his cock and sucking and licking at the last of his seed until her lips smacked one last time and her mouth released his shaft.

“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet

“Oh God yes” he said and kissed her forehead

“Well that’s all you get for today” she said “But only because I’m on the rag, but once I get rid of the cotton mouse were going to do things that will make your toes curl”

“I can’t wait” he said with what could only be described as a leer and then the phone rang again which he ignored again and redressed himself with Helen watching his every move and looking very pleased with herself, which she deserved to do, it was the best blowjob Rob had ever had, by some distance, she looked like the cat that got the cream, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

He was just about to kiss her when the door suddenly opened

“There you are” Ginny said “I’ve been looking for you everywhere”

“Hello Rob, Thank you so much for the show yesterday” she added “There’s more to you than meets the eye, I shan’t ever look at you in the same way again”

Helen was still sat on his chair from where she had delivered her oral expertise and where she was still looking at Rob and Ginny suddenly noticed she had a small dribble of gentleman’s relish in the corner of her mouth.

“For goodness sake Helen, wipe that love custard off your lip babe”

Then to Rob she said

“So you’ve been a very lucky boy haven’t you?”

As Helen wiped his cum off her mouth with a tissue she went bright red, which he had never seen her do before, which made his cock twitch for some reason.

Ginny was smirking at her friend’s discomfiture, she had never witnessed her friend so embarrassed and she had known her for years

“She doesn’t do that for just anyone you know” Ginny whispered as she excused herself and said she would wait for Helen in the hall.

“You could have told me” Helen said just as the door closed then she laughed and punched him.

“I thought it was sexy” he replied as she sluiced her mouth out, so she wouldn’t have penis breath when she gave him a goodbye kiss, which she did, and it was long and passionate, before she went in search of Ginny.

“Look after him” she said stroking his cock through his trousers and was pleased to feel it was arousing again, but she didn’t know it that was the kiss or the cum on her lip that had caused it

“I’ll be back for him soon”

“He’ll be waiting” he said and then the phone rang again and this time he had to answer it so Helen kissed his cheek and left.

 

Rob believed that fate had contrived the circumstance of him catching Helen pissing in the toilet which led to her performing nerve tingling fellatio on him in his office, a mutually satisfying fuck in the same venue two days later and a passionate night spent together in one of the Hotel rooms, but he was mistaken.

 

After that first night they spent together they made love at almost every opportunity that was offered to them, but Rob still watched her perform from the voyeur rooms and then later she reaped the benefits of his arousal and he thought their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a fateful piss.

But fate actually had nothing to do with it, because what he didn’t know was that while Rob had been looking at her from behind the glass as she performed, she had been watching him as he worked around the place, but he didn’t make a move and she got fed up of waiting, so she set a trap for him.

It was Helen who phoned to report the fault in the ladies toilets and put the out of order sign on the door and then she sat in wait for him to appear and her bladder was fit to bust as he stepped into the toilets and the moment he pushed open the cubicle door she pissed like a horse and that was when she had him hook line and sinker.

 

They were both really pleased that they had finally got together, the sex was great and even after he’d had her he never stopped lusting over her and she never stopped enjoying his exercising of it with her.

But what surprised them was that the lust soon turned to love, though neither could tell the other for fear of ruining what they had together, or of breaking the spell.

Even after they had been together for more than a year they held back and held back, but that would have to change.

 

Helen had been away for over a week due to a family bereavement and Rob had really missed her, so much so that he was having trouble sleeping.

Which was why he threw himself into his work and was keeping odd hours.

It was just after 2am when he plopped down of the staff lounge sofa and promptly fell asleep.

He managed to sleep the next hour or so away on the sofa and woke about three o'clock a little groggy and un-refreshed after a fitful sleep interspersed with erotic snippets of Helen in various states of undress and debauchment, which left him semi aroused.
A hot shower would have refreshed him and cured the grogginess and brought him back to the world but instead he dozed off again and dreamt of Helen pissing down her knicker leg which turned his semi arousal to a full-blown erection.
The next time he opened his eyes it was three thirty and he was surprised to see Helen standing in the doorway.

He thought he was still dreaming until she smiled and said

“Hi babe” he said with surprise

“Did you miss me?” she said as she stepped towards him and he stood up to meet her and they kissed, her coat was damp, so he took it off her shoulders as she slipped her woolly-socked feet out of her Ugg boots.

“Of course I did” he replied, “I missed you so much”

Helen was wearing a denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan.

“Good” she said “Because I missed you too”

When they were sat on the sofa she said

“I bought you a present”

“Really?” he asked and she produced a DVD from her bag.

“That’s not the kind of present I had in mind” he said

“I’m sure it wasn’t” she replied “but you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”

“Bum” he said

“Absolutely not” she snapped and laughed

 

They were sitting on the sofa cuddling when Helen suddenly said

“I’ve been doing some serious thinking while I’ve been away”

“Oh?” he said cautiously dreading what was coming

“Yes and I need to tell you something”

He went to speak but she stopped him

“Don’t interrupt, I have to say it before I lose my nerve” she said flatly

“She’s going to dump me” Rob was thinking

“Which is why” she began

“Oh God” he thought “here it comes”

“I think I should just come right out and say it”

“What?” he asked fearing the worse

“I love you” she blurted out “There I’ve said it”

“What?”

“I love you” she repeated and he was speechless

“Oh God you’re horrified” she said “I shouldn’t have said it, what have I done”

“Is that what you think?” Rob said “That I’m horrified that you love me”

“What do you think then?” she said looking down at her feet.

“I love you too, is what I think” he said and she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

 

After about ten minutes of continuous declarations of love interspersed with kissing Helen sat up slipped off her cardigan

“Now we’ve dealt with the serious bit,” she said

“We get to do the fun stuff”

She stood up and walked up and down in front of him unbuttoning her blouse as she did so until she was stood in front of him with her pert unfettered chocolate coloured tits in his face.

“I thought you said you had a visitor?” he said before taking one erect nipple in his mouth

“I lied,” she said sucking air in between her teeth

Rob stopped sucking and ejected her nipple like a babe spitting out its dummy

“Why?” he said indignantly before returning to his task.

“Because I wanted to say what I needed to say before all the blood left your brain to feed this,” she replied sliding her hand down to his crotch where she squeezed around the folds of denim in the general area of where his cock was lurking.

“Where is it?” she mused and began undoing his trousers.

 

Once Helen had both unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers she fell to her knees and began yanking his jeans and pants off before discarding them behind her then she knelt in front of him looking at his semi aroused little soldier.

“I think someone is late joining the party” Helen said and began to encourage its participation orally, and that didn’t mean she was talking to it.

It didn’t take very much effort on Helen’s part to bring him up to full erection, one good slurp was enough to be honest then Helen pulled on his shaft, dragging the foreskin back to expose his purple helmet and before long he had a major hard on.

“Oh yes Hon” he gasped out as he looked down at her black haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls.

Rob’s cock was throbbing and there was an ache dwelling deep in his balls, Helen obviously felt his growing arousal and disengaged her mouth from his cock with a distinct slurp and she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse before she hitched up her denim skirt and climbed onto his lap exposing a good portion of her fluffy black bush.

“You have no knickers on,” he said

She just chuckled as she unzipped her skirt so she could hitch it further.

“So where are they?” he asked

“In my hand bag” she said innocently “If I’d kept them on you would have them around my ankles already”

She looked down at his cock still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.

The front of her blouse was open to the waist and this left her beautiful breasts exposed, nipples standing proud for him to caress as she gave him a smile and slithered down on him before letting out a long breathy sigh.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and then rode him hard, pounding her velvety wet pussy on his shaft, her pelvis pumping frenetically on him like a piston.

His hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him and her squeals and moans in his ear through gritted teeth were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.

But then she missed a beat as her foot slipped and she lost purchase, but instead of re-centering herself she kissed him and smiled and said

“If you want more you’ll have to catch me”

And with that she slipped off his shaft and was away out the door heading for the stairs,

Rob leapt up from his prone position in chase but she had a head start on him.

However as she went through the door to the stairwell she lost traction on the tiled floor in her stockinged feet, which gave him sufficient time to close the distance.

Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.

 

Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.

This gave him the chance to grasp her firmly by the hips and pulling her towards him he penetrated her hot cunny again.

She moaned loudly as he deeply speared her and as stroke followed stroke her cunny came to meet each penetration.

Until the moment when he was distracted by the pitch and volume of her pleasurable moaning, and instead of thrusting onto him she pulled away and made a bid to escape before he knew what was happening, he tried to grab her but only managed to grab a hold of her denim skirt which she managed to wriggle out of as she scampered up the stairs.

She was sitting triumphantly on the top stair wearing only a pair of knee length socks and an unbuttoned blouse.

“Come on then, if you think you’re man enough,” she said taunting him as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders

Then she spread her legs wide and he could see her juices, which were glistening on her moist lips even before she slipped her finger down her crack.

This had turned into a game of cat and mouse where Helen was both the mouse and the pussy.

She was still fingering herself with one hand and holding her blouse in the other when she raised it above her head and prepared to throw it at him and as she launched it at him he took his chance and sprinted up the stairs before she had a chance to reset herself, even so she nearly made it, he only just managed to grasp her ankle and prevent her escape.

She wriggled and squealed as he pulled her back to the top stair by the leg until her buttocks rested on the brow.  

Rob was kneeling on the second step with her cunny now at cock height and so he wasted no time in urgently penetrating her juicy pussy and Helen exhaled a low animal grunt and she grunted louder with each successive length he gave her.

His hands were on her hips but he moved them to her beautiful titties, he knew she was going nowhere as her legs locked around his body and she continued to grunt, squeal and yelp.

The length of stroke was shortening and the squeals were turning to deep moans so he thrusted quicker and quicker and her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal

Faster and faster he pounded on her and louder and louder she moaned in response.

She was writhing and wriggling, gasping and panting, quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she moaned and then in perfect symmetry as Helen’s whole body seemed to go into spasm she came with an animal yell as his cock pulsed and twitched as it ejaculated into her.

They held that position with her pussy hugging his cock for a few minutes.

“God that was the best yet” Helen said and then let out a fruity chuckle, which flexed her grip around his shaft as if she was milking the last drop from him.

“That’s because we love each other” he said and Helen kissed him long and passionately

“Now go and get all the clothes and I’ll have some more love waiting for you in the room”

ROSES ARE RED

 

Rose’s are red

Violet’s are blue

Daisy’s are white

Lily’s are too

 

Poppy’s are red

Iris’s are blue

Panzy’s are varied

Petunia’s are too

 

Ruby’s are red

Saphire’s are blue

Pearls are white

Jazmin’s are too

 

Marigold’s are orange

Hyacinth’s are blue

Holly’s  are scratchy

Heather’s are too

 

May’s are white

Fern’s are green

Ivy’s are variegated

And very often seen

 

Busy Lizzie’s

Colours are many

And Honeysuckle

Doesn’t wear any

Choice Tales from the Vale – (325) Bank Holiday Monday

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the  owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater.  

 

It was at the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first mutually satisfying shag.

After their first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience several more times in the days that followed but alas it was not to be, because of the Bank Holiday.

As on that weekend there were considerably more visitors in the National Park than usual so a greater presence by the National Park Rescue Team was required so Greg had volunteered to do two full days, that was of course before he had discovered the delights of Jane Bloomfield’s body, had he known he’d have had other things to do that weekend he would have stood himself down from Rescue duty.

 

But volunteer he did which was why day had begun on Bank Holiday Monday with Jane waking up very early, and very horny, so horny in fact that she needed to service herself beneath the sheets and once more in the shower, all because she had been deprived.

However, the reason for her exceptional horniness was in reality, not because she’d had none, but rather the prospect that she was going to be getting some that day, that was what had got her so hot. 

 

It was a glorious day and very hot, but not as hot as her loins as she approached Greg’s cottage, she was so eager to quench the fire in her knickers that she was an hour early, unfortunately there was no answer to her knocking.

Undeterred she reached over the top of the side gate and opened the latch and swung it open and walked into the little garden, and when she went around the back to the patio, she thought it was a nice little garden, even though it was predominantly laid to paving, with pots and planters of all shapes and sizes dotted around and a low stone wall separating it from his neighbours.

It was simple, functional and low maintenance which was essential when the occupant was either running his Hotel or out with the Rescue Team.

Across the wall however was much nicer than his, but then you get out of it what you put in, and the neighbour’s put a lot in.

They were retired and loved their garden and loved working in it and the result was there for all to see, a delightful English country garden.

But she was not there to smell the flowers, so she picked up one of the many pots and retrieved the spare key and let herself in, and decided as Greg was nowhere to be seen she needed to take matters into her own hands again.

 

When Greg got back to the cottage he entered by the front door and was greeted by a low moaning sound, so he quietly proceeded to investigate, and as soon as he reached the door to the lounge he found the source.

Jane was laying on the sofa with her back to him, half on her side, half on her stomach, and her position created a curve from her hip to her waist reminiscent of the slope of one of the hills he loved so much.

She had one hand cupping her breast, her fingers toying with her stiff nipple, and the other down the front of her pants, as evidenced by Greg’s view up her skirt of the unusual movement in the gusset of her knickers, as her busy fingers went about their purposeful task.

Her jet-black hair was tied back to reveal her neck and shoulders but her face was buried in a cushion so he walked up behind her and said

“You started without me again” he said and kissed her neck, so she turned and looked over her shoulder.

“Thank God you’re here” she gasped through gritted teeth

“Do you want some help?” he asked, and he gave her a long-wet kiss

“Yes, yes, oh God yes” she snapped and then he kissed her again

Longer and more passionate this time and she was responding in kind, and he slipped his hand beneath hers and cupped her tittie, and this action was initially welcomed with acquiescence, but she suddenly went rigid in response to the sound of children’s laughter.

“No, stop” she said and pushed his hand away “what’s that?”

He looked out through the French Windows and beyond the low wall at the girls splashing around in a paddling pool

“It’s the neighbours grandchildren” he explained and cupped her tit again “They can’t see us from there”

“Are you sure?” she asked as he toyed with her stiff nipple

“Positive” he replied, and they kissed again.

But she was still doubtful and rolled fully onto her stomach denying him access to her proud peak, so his unwanted hand journeyed onto her buttocks, he could still clearly see the contours of her fingers in her knickers and his hand followed the curve of her buttock to the top of her thigh as his fingers sought to join hers.

But her buttocks clenched, and her thighs closed before he could proceed and she lifted her head and asked again

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” he assured her and she relaxed again and he proceeded into her pants through her knicker leg and straight to juicy pussy and as soon as his fingers slipped into her creamy gash, she withdrew hers and then she lifted herself up onto her elbows and moaned softy and put her saucy fingers in her mouth and suck off every spec of juice from them, then she looked over her shoulder and said

“We should go upstairs”

“After I’ve had you here” he replied and she collapsed onto the sofa again and then began moaning louder as he continued to frig her, and as she was pretty well along the path before he got there, it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed a cushion and clamped it over her mouth and then she came, then her head lifted and she gasped.

“Oh Greg, I want you now”

“Good” he said, “because I want you, but only if you really want me too”

“Do it, do it now,” she urged so he released the eager beast from his shorts, before he adjusted her position and opened her up wide then he pulled the sodden gusset of her knickers aside with his thumb to reveal her pink moist pussy, before he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Jane said, raising her head as he penetrated her “So good and so dirty”
Then her face was buried in the cushions to stifled her moans as he repeatedly skewered her with deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
As he shortened his stroke and increased the tempo the sofa moved slightly and then Jane screamed a loud muffled scream into the upholstery and a second later he erupted inside her.

He withdrew his sticky shaft and she pushed herself up onto her elbows and she looked at him over her shoulder as he looked at the crotch of her sodden knickers which were still tucked aside with one side of her pants settled up the crease of her arse and her curly black pubes were clearly visible below her pink oozing pussy.
“That was so good” she purred “and so bad”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (043) Promoting Celebration

 

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.

Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although, his parents having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Spain Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, made love to his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Karen, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasion.

One Wednesday he was working from home and he got up early and emailed the documents he had been working on the night before and then had a leisurely breakfast.

It was just before 10 o’clock when Karen walked through the front door and called

“Hi cuz”

“Hi Karen” he responded, “I’m in the kitchen”

When she walked in the kitchen she was dressed in a dark blue uniform that he hadn’t seen before.

“What’s this then, new uniform?” he asked

“New job” she replied proudly and gave him a twirl “Ward sister at the Winston Churchill”

“Well done” he said and hugged her,

Her uniform was all crisp and new and still had that fresh laundered smell.

“Do you have time for celebration shag?” he asked hopefully

“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then kissed him

“Where would you like it Sister?” he asked between kisses

“Here will suffice I don’t want to be late for my new job” she replied as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his jeans.

“Just don’t spaff on my new uniform”

Then she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long she was tugging roughly on his cock.

After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the counter top and wiggled her round arse at me.

Apparently she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her uniform up over her arse, which was naked.

“Where are your drawers?” he asked

“In the car” she replied

“Nuff said” he responded and undid the zip of her uniform and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.

But every time she was about to engulf him he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight hairless fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans she was emitting were like encores.

So he pounded on her harder and faster.

The applause grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew and the wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls they both came.

And there she was his kissing cousin spent and disgraced bent over his kitchen counter with his twitching cock still inside her.

 

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (19) More Mismanagement

 

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 timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

In fact the business had become so successful that it was beginning to impact on her sex life, which was not an inconsiderable one.

Especially following the occasion of her 52^nd birthday when she received a birthday treat from a man half her age, Paul, who continued to keep her well and truly serviced.

But with the business going from strength to strength it demanded more and more of her time and energy which then impacted on her love making time.

 

So she decided on a recruitment drive and one of the positions she was keen to fill was that of Assistant Manager who could relieve her of some of the more mundane duties, leaving her with the time to stroll the corridors in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers and sticky lips or even better than that, sliding her sticky lips down Pauls cock and greasing his balls.

 

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new 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.

For example Ingela Carrington worked in housekeeping and she started there straight from school and after 10 years Yvonne rewarded her with a promotion to Head of Housekeeping and increased her workforce by 10 and a week later she appointed Alan Wade as Assistant Manager and he was an instant hit with everyone, because he was young, 28 years old, tall dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario which had preceded him and with his roving eye and his propensity to think with his dick he thought the House of Fun would suit him very well.

But he hadn’t expected to get his new job off to a flying start when he shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

Which was not a very auspicious start to his new position although shagging in an upstairs cupboard was a new position for him.

 

Alan had noticed her among the group of staff, dressed in her official uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.

She was five foot eight with short black hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

Ingela was 26 years old and divorced and because she worked long hours she didn’t get enough sex outside of work which was why she had to get it at work.

 

That first day in an upstairs storage cupboard very definitely set the benchmark for their relationship which involved a lot of passion and sweat, little conversation and a lack of underwear on her part.

It was an arrangement that suited them both, she was as much of a slut as he was and neither of them were the Lovie Dovie sort. 

Nor was their relationship mutually exclusive, they were fuck buddies and no more. 

 

Yvonne was very pleased with her new appointee and her new head of housekeeping and had she been aware that they were banging each other’s drums she wouldn’t have been concerned.

Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.

But as liberal as she was she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it certainly wasn’t part of the services on offer.

But if it was mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved and nobody else.

But she was tolerant of her staff’s foibles providing the work got done and the fact was that between the two of them they had the place running like clockwork.

Which of course meant she was free to satisfy her own urges either with her young man Paul or on her own in a voyeur room.

 

Whenever Alan or Ingela were horny, which was often, they would take their pleasures where they found them but quite often they sought each other out to slake their horny thirsts.  

A lot of the times they got together it was just a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck, but they were not averse to role playing rather than just getting down and dirty in a quiet corner.

 

Sometimes they were planned sessions, sometimes impromptu, an occasionally chance meeting or sometimes one was lured to a destination and tempted into action.

On one such occasion Alan was summoned to one of the premier suites and after letting himself in with his master key card he discovered Ingela sitting on an ottoman at the end of the four poster bed.  

Where, without speaking she glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.

 

Without speaking Ingela glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.

Alan could clearly see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.

“Well this is a pretty scene” He said as he felt a sensation down below.

“I didn’t think you were working today”

“I’m not” she replied

“So why are you here then?” he asked

“Horny” she answered

Alan accepted her reply without question and sat down on a chair opposite her.

“You’re always horny” he retorted “and you’re always fingering yourself”

“You do it too” She demanded with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.

“Touch your cock while I touch my nonny” she added through gritted teeth.

He unzipped his trousers and slid them and his pants down past his knees and off over his feet and when Ingela opened her eyes she could see the purple head of his engorged cock on full display and a look, which could only be described as a leer spread across her face.

She got up from the ottoman and walked towards Alan and knelt in front of him and her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of his cock.

“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his proud member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was ready to go and she gave one final gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.

Ingela stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.

“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her round arse clad in Marks & Spencer passion killers

“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time, you know”

“They’re certainly practical looking” Alan said

“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered

So he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.

His hands released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Ingela’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.

Her hands reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed him.

Alan’s hand then left her hips and went up to find her substantial tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian kind of practical garment, but encased within lace trimmed satin cups, quickly replaced by his eager hands.

Meanwhile Ingela was rising and falling on him and exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.

Alan still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Ingela did all the work and was making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.

She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.

Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise

“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.

 

She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.

Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise

“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.

“Now that’s what days off are for”

“That wasn’t bad for a frumpy housemaid” he said

“Frumpy?” she exclaimed as she wriggled off his lap “You cheeky git”

Ingela shed her sweater and removed her satin bra before throwing it in his face then she quickly divested herself of her practical attire, leggings and pants, the former she discarded on the floor and the latter she threw at him which he caught and he still held her big knickers in his hand as she scrambled under the covers.

He held them to his face briefly, giving them a sniff before he dropped her knickers while Ingela’s eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet, and then he slipped off the rest of his clothes and joined her beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her and spent the rest of her day off in that bed.

 

It wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.

Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.

Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.

She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.

So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet, when the staff would often get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.

Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases.

But despite all of the precedents of Yvonne’s liberal attitudes to work place nookie she did have a very strict, yet simple proviso, and that was “not at the expense of your work”

In other words you could fuck your co-workers but not the business.

 

So in the days following Alan’s day long sexual repast with Ingela he had to catch up the hours he had lost, which proved to be easier said than done, mainly because a flu epidemic had decimated the staff but also because of more familiar distractions.

 

Bright and early one morning he opened his office door and on the other side of it was the familiar face of his Head of Housekeeping and fuck buddy Ingela Carrington.

“Hi Ing” he said

“Hello boss” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy housemaids” I’ll smash your face in”

“Grumpy housemaid more like” he said, “and I think you need to work on your customer service manner”

“My manner is exceptionally good when I’m servicing someone” she corrected him and pushed him back into his office and gave him a kiss “as you well know”

The frumpy housemaid remark was due to the fact that she was wearing utilitarian underwear the last time they had been at it.

 

After a brief kiss, which Ingela tried to prolong, they sat in his office drinking coffee and when he had closed the door he asked

“How come you’re still here?” and added

“I thought you were on last night”

“I was, but we’re still short staffed, so I’m doing extra hours” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift and by the time I get home it’ll  be time to head back again”

“Sure, no problem” he replied

 

As the morning went on however Alan was beginning to regret his decision to let her hang around and Ingela was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

Eventually he got fed up of her in her constant “touchy feely” mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the laundry room that he snapped

“What is the matter with you Ingela? 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?” he snapped again

“I’m so horny” she replied

“You’re always horny” he retorted

“Not like today” she whimpered

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said “I’m still trying to catch up on the time I lost the last time that you were horny”

“But I’m “really” horny” she pleaded

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

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

“That doesn’t mean much you’re always fingering yourself” he said coldly “go and try it again”

“But it’s not my finger that I need” she pleaded “I need cock”

“I’m not the only one with a cock you know” he retorted

“But I like yours” she whined

“Well you can’t have mine this morning” he pointed out at the precise that moment one of the washing machines reached its spin cycle

“Sit on that” he said and walked out.

 

Alan thought that his horny fuck buddy must have taken his advice, and sat her horny pussy on the washing machine during the spin cycle as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.

When she did reappear he was sitting in the staff lounge talking to Claire and Kelly who were sitting on the sofa.

 

Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

 

Claire was a skinny flat chested brunette who wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.

Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.

They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked inches taller because of her Lego hair.

When Ingela walked in she went and boosted herself up so she was sitting on the table behind the girls where she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit.

She sat directly in his eye line “Sans Pants” and made quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to the girls.

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

He had a semi brewing from that revelation and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.

Ingela was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Kelly and Claire sitting there.

He tried to keep eye contact with Kelly or Claire, when they spoke, but obviously his eyes kept wandering from the speaker’s eyes to Ingela’s lips.

Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Yvonne came breezing into the staff room and Ingela’s legs snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately, a clamshell.

 

Anyway they all had coffee and chatted together and he was trying to figure out how and when he was going to get into Ingela.

He sat there all through their coffee break looking for a way he could manage to shag her.

He had long since passed caring about his back log of work all he wanted to do now was get his balls wet.

It shouldn’t have been too much of a problem, with all the staff sickness, to sneak off to one of the many rooms in Yvonne’s house of pleasure.

And in the unlikely event that they drew a blank inside there were more places outside, in a garage or an out building, boiler rooms, pavilion, tool shed or even in the car park in his car or they could even park in the woods and shag in the car or just shag up against a tree.

The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.

He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

 

Alan was sitting in the staff lounge running numerous sexual scenarios through his head, of him nailing Ingela’s hairless pussy.

The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.

He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

At last his prayers were answered as Yvonne took a phone call and when she had finished she said

“Ok you two, you have a customer in the leather room”

“Excellent” Kelly said and took the dirty mugs to the sink “male or female?”

“Female, 30 something” Yvonne replied “First timer”

“What’s she in for?” Claire asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”

“All of the above” Yvonne said and added with a dirty grin “And you’ll be needing the strap-on’s”

“Oh goody” Kelly said

Kelly and Claire quickly strode out through the door followed by Ingela and Alan stepped forward to follow her so she would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.

However he was stopped in his tracks by Yvonne who wanted to have a chat.

 

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

“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night, there’s so much to do while we have so many people out sick”

“Yes I know it’s hard” she agreed “Just don’t try to do too much”

When he had finished talking to Yvonne he set off to find Ingela, or more precisely her pussy.

As he walked down the corridor he mulled over what Yvonne had said when she had noticed his distraction but he didn’t know whether or not she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”

Yvonne was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the combination of the illness that struck so many staff and the extra work she and everyone else were having to do could quite easily dull the blade.

 

He had no idea where Angela had gone, he was hoping she would be waiting in the corridor outside the staff lounge but she wasn’t.

Alan wasn’t too concerned she was so hot and horny she would soon find him to scratch her itch so he went to reception first.

 

He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.

Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.

“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed

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

 

He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.

Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.

“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed

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

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

She was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock.

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

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

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

He hesitated, as he 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 Alan let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked tight around his neck, he fucked her hard on the desk, which is what she wanted, what she had wanted all day, 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 he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans

“Oh boss, boss” she panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper

Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her, as a result he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and then another until

“Ohhhhhhhhh” she exclaimed as she came and his climax instantly followed and then she kissed him

“God Alan I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.

“Are you satisfied now?” he panted

“If I say no will you fuck me again?” she panted in reply

“Yes” he replied

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

“Then you’d better get your slutty arse upstairs into room 63”

He ordered her and she ran towards the door naked.

“I would suggest you put something on first” he counselled and she giggled

So she paused by the door and then picked up all her clothes and from her jacket pocket she pulled out her knickers.

“You won’t be needing those” he said “you’ve managed most of the day without them”

She didn’t speak as the two of them quickly dressed and as soon as she was finished she unlocked the door and rushed upstairs as instructed.

Alan followed her at a more dignified pace he knew there was no rush because he knew that when he joined her she would be lying naked on the bed and wetting her fingers.