Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (17) 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.

 

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.

 

When he went on his walkabout around the House of Fun he could see Ingela as soon as he walked into the lounge and she began flirting with him almost immediately. 

“Hello” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”

“Well I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag “But I’ll do it with pleasure”

“Ok” he said and five minutes later she returned looking flushed

“We can go now” She said and strode off

“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her as Ingela led him up the main staircase.

Once he had caught up with her she led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.

She stopped and indicated he go in and when he went through the door and he found himself in a cupboard, the door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Ingela was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.

And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.

When she had finally debagged him and released his cock she was quickly on her knees and taking him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.

Ingela sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again.

Alan pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, but he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear, so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered as Ingela’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door and her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer.

 

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.

 

So when she got to the end of her shift late one Saturday night and she had struck out on her prowl around the halls she ended up in Alan’s office.

She turned the handle and pushed open the door hoping to find him sitting in his chair, completely naked and sporting a huge erection,

But alas when she got in the room the cupboard was bare and there was no sign of a bone.

But as she returned to the hall more than a little crestfallen she heard his dulcet tones so she decided to go back in wait.

 

Alan Wade had also been prowling the halls in search of a suitable recipient of his lust but all he had to show for his sojourn was an ache in his balls and lazy lob on in his pants.

So when he returned to his office he fully expected to lock the door and knock one out.

But as he dropped the latch on is door his nostrils detected a familiar scent in the room.

So after locking the door behind him he walked towards his desk and called

“Ingela?”

And a grinning face appeared from behind a filing cabinet.

“Hi” she said and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.

 

Ingela was dressed pretty much the same as she had been when they first met, a few months earlier before she went to the loo to remove all her underwear, but at that moment she still had knickers on under her woolly tights.

Alan walked over to her and placing a hand on each side of her face he angled her face upward and kissed her eager lips.

“So what brings you to my office at this late hour?” he asked

“To the headmasters study you mean” she corrected him

“Oh! The headmasters study” he mused as he realized what she had in mind and then he took her by the hand and he took her over to his desk where he could punish Ingela without being interrupted.

“How naughty have you been?” he asked

“Very” she replied

““Six of the best” naughty?” he enquired

“No, I’m twice as naughty as that” she said coyly

“Twelve?” Alan asked and Ingela nodded.

He slipped his jacket off because he didn’t want to curtail the fun for the sake of being restricted in his movement, he intended to take his time punishing her and enjoying himself. 

 

“Time to begin” he said and took off her jacket, and that was when he realized the skirt he had seen below her jacket was actually a pinafore dress, which was quickly removed over her head.

Ingela giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white blouse, woolly tights and court shoes.

“So Miss Carrington” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”

“No headmaster” she gasped “Sorry headmaster”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal

“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly headmaster”

“Really?” he asked

“Honestly” she retorted

“I think you’re very naughty though,” he continued sternly

“I’m a good girl honestly” she said in a childlike voice

“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her

“Ok sir” Ingela said resignedly

“The naughtiest girls need to be punished” he said

“Yes headmaster” she answered quietly

He took her by the hand again and made her bend her over the desk then he lifted the tails of her blouse away from her arse and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.

“So now I’m going to give you twelve of the best you naughty girl” he said “and you must count”

So Alan gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek

“One” Ingela said then he slapped the other cheek

“Two”

Then he slapped the first buttock again

“Three”

Then the second

“Four”

Then another crisp slap

“Five”

And then a harder one

“Six” she squealed and he went back to the first cheek again

“Seven” Ingela said through gritted teeth

Then he slapped her on the other cheek again

“Eight”

Then the first again

“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher and then the second cheek got a slap

“Ten” she barked almost in a scream then she got another crisp slap

“Eleven” and this time it was a scream.

Alan paused for the briefest moment before giving her a very hard spank to finish

“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.

He moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, he looked at her perfect cheeks, once round and white now mottled with a blue hued bloom like a glorious purplish crown of glory and then he allowed his hand to caress the round buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.

From her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as she let out another sigh.

He could see his handiwork as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and his swollen cock pressed itself hard against the fabric of his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.

When his forefinger entered the moist jewel in Ingela’s crown, she growled as he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
Alan worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she was bent over the desk before him.

But as much as he was enjoying the moment he had an ache in his balls which had to be relieved.

He was stood directly behind her and he lifted the white shirttail, which had flopped down across her buttock when she came, as 

He uncurled the beast from his trousers and then Ingela took a deep breath and as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and she let the breath out again.

Alan ran his hands slowly up her back; he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

His eager hands traversed her back before slipping around to cup her beautiful large round tits and toy with the perfect nipples and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy and she gasped as he penetrated her and although she wasn’t as tight as he would have preferred she still had a very comfortable cunt.

His hands slipped down to her hips as he continued and the cheeks of her arse were quivering with each penetrating stroke into her hot cunny.

Alan was relishing his task as he went into Ingela again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until he could feel himself on the threshold and Ingela started to squeal louder and louder.

He banged into her again and again and her squeals turned to screams and ended with a screech of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the juicy head of housekeeping and he left his cock deep inside her until it twitched its last and they were both breathing hard as he pulled out of her and she let out a long satisfied sigh.

 

Alan flopped down exhausted in his leather chair and stared at Ingela’s wasted panting form still bent sluttishly over his desk and they remained it their respective positions in the same state of undress as during the act until he said

“You know you don’t need me to do that, we have professional here who could beat you with a riding crop”

“I know” Ingela agreed “but that’s just foreplay, to get me wet before you give me that”

She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.

“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close to cock that you can satisfy yourself with” he informed her

“It’s not the same as real flesh and blood cock though” She retorted.

 

“You don’t even need foreplay, Look on the Internet, the computer is full of things to get you wet, and you do have a computer don’t you?” he asked

“Yes and I do look at sexy sites, but it’s not real” she responded

“Well you can use the voyeur rooms” he offered, “it doesn’t get any more real than that”

“I know, I’m already addicted to them” Ingela confessed “And I have a whole array of electronic stuff to play with”

“I hope it’s the kind of electronic stuff that I’m imagining” Alan said and Ingela giggled when he added “I would like to see that”

“You dirty boy” she said

“Well whenever you want a real flesh and blood cock inside you just come and knock on my door” he offered.

“I will bear that in mind Mr. Wade” she said as she slithered off his desk.

Ingela took a step but then remembered that her tights and knickers were still around her ankles and she giggled

“I forgot about those” she said before kicking them free of her feet.

Once she was free of her encumberments, she walked to the door and knocked on it firmly.

“So you want to avail yourself of my cock again already?” Alan asked

“If you think you’re up to the job” she retorted looking down at his limp dick as she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her glorious breasts surmounted by her proud aroused rosebud nipples.

When she was stood in front of him Ingela shed her blouse and leant forward with her hands on the back of his chair so he could suck on her nipples, which he did, taking each one in his mouth in turn and only relinquished them when they were swollen and misshaped and covered in his saliva.

“Well I’ve made yours hard” he said as he stood up “Now it’s your turn to reciprocate”

They shared a long languid kiss and then he maneuvered her around until he could push her backwards so she plopped down in his chair.

“Ok” she said “Prepare to be reciprocated”

So Alan stood in front of her and she took him in her mouth before she rode on him in his leather chair.

 

They didn’t leave his office until 4am and were both completely spent.

But it wasn’t the last occasion that the Assistant Manager and the Head of Housekeeping burned the midnight oil in his office or hers.