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.