A TASTE OF HONEY

 

Drawn by scent

Like a bee

To a flower

Probing, amidst

Pink open petals

I sip the nectar

Choice Tales from the Vale – (049) Love and Lust in Abbottsford

 

Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.

She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.

Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.

Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.

He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.

But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.

She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.

After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.

But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.

She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.

And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.

But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.

For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.

 

It was the day after the May bank holiday weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.

They lay in each arms for longer than they should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.

“Do you want me to join you?” he offered

“No we’re late enough already” she replied jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.

When she emerged he got in and when he was finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.

He couldn’t see what colour her knickers wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure they were also pale blue with white bows.

Her long wavy red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock and said
"We need to get going"

 

The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.

Which meant even after unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.

The location she settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to hygiene.

 

As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to burst out of his shorts.   

“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”

Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.

“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her

“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said

“It’s only five days away” he pointed out as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric

“Exactly that’s why I need it right now” she replied

“What are you going to do later?” he asked

“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said

If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that would definitely have done it.

“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled off his shirt.

“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he suggested

“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me”

“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her

“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked

“Just shut up and fuck me”

 

Mark picked her up and sat her on the counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.

He pulled her top off over her head and played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.

“Oh Mark” she moaned

Mark thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.

“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her

Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.

“My God Mark it just keeps getting better” she purred

“It was ok then?” He panted

“You know damn well it was you cocky git” she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him.

And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.

Mark quickly redressed and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he dropped her in time for her lecture.

As expected there were more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.  

 

In the end the lecture was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have spent more time with Mark.

But when she got back to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour earlier.

 

Amy texted him with a photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex with Amy turned him on.

He texted back immediately

“Can’t wait until Sunday”

“Nor me” she said out loud and started crying.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

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 timer’s but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

One of the people who benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there were also fringe benefits.

Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex he needed at work.

So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.

 

 

Darren and Andrea had spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d be there in time for the first lecture.

As usual he had risen early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances

“I’m too sleepy Darren” she said

“Ok I’m going to grab a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.

 

So while he was showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the day he carried her bags  downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the door and called out to her

“I don’t think we have time for coffee”

“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”

“Where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her strawberry pubes with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked

“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.

“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said

“I’ve woken up now” she replied

“So, I can see,” Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.

Darren stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping, and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Darren” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

“More of those” she begged

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.

Andrea gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Darren had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.

When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.

When they had finally stopped panting, she said

“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.

Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (332) Farewell my Lovely

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

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

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

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

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

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

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.

 

But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time had come for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, so they planned to spend the whole of the day before she left, together at Alex’s house.

So, he got up early and ran the bath, the very same bath he had shared on many intimate occasions with Clarissa.

“Perhaps we will today” he thought to himself as he sank into the relaxing water.

When he had finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had an extra close shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and applied a liberal amount of aftershave and cologne, then he

threw on his bathrobe and wandered downstairs to have breakfast before getting dressed, but as he began his descent he suddenly became aware he was not alone, so he hesitated, but then he smiled as he recognised Clarissa’s shoes by the front door and her coat discarded on top of the domed chest.

He completed his descent silently hoping to take her by surprise, but it was he who was to be surprised because as he approached the kitchen he caught sight of Clarissa sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.

He could tell by the smile of her face that she was aware of his presence, but he paused and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.

She wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, as he followed the trail of discarded clothes, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What are you doing here so early?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”

“I was very horny” she replied

“Well you could have dealt with it yourself in your bed” he told her

“I already did that, twice, and I was still horny” Clarissa responded still fingering her crack, and with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his swollen cock

“I know you were watching me” she said

“Do you?”

“Yes, but how long were you watching?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes it is” she purred as she stroked his length, then she uncrossed her legs, inched herself forward and pulled it towards her pussy, but Alex wasn’t ready to go in her right away, so he knelt before her ginger pussy and tasted her pungent juicy, and after her delicious prolonged self-abuse it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax with his tongue.

So he stood and he was soon before her again and this time he did let her plug his cock into her cunny, much to her relief, and she moaned loudly the moment he was inside her, she smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her there and then, and then Clarissa’s legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck and she pleaded

“Fuck me hard Alex”

So he gave her what she wanted.

“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”

As he obliged her wishes, her audible response grew louder and she released her grip around his neck and leant back, supporting her weight on her hands and gave great panting moans with each stroke with her head rolling from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, shot.

Breathing hard, Alex looked at the sweaty panting wreck that still had her legs locked behind him and was satisfied his offering had been well and truly enjoyed and when they finally stopped panting she said

“I hope there’s more where that came from, I’m staying all day”

“Is that right?”

“It is, because I won’t be getting any more cock till October, so I want as much as I can get today” She said

It really turned him on when posh girls talked dirty, so he said

“Well I’ll do my best”

“Good, you may now make me breakfast” Clarissa said and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

Alex lifted her off the counter and smiled when he saw that the surface looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over on to it.

But as she turned her back on him, he said

“Cheeky mare” and spanked her fleshy buttock and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek, but then she chuckled.

He made them both a hearty breakfast to sustain them and they ate it rather decadently at the kitchen table, he in his bathrobe and she wearing only a chefs apron, and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to spending the rest of the day in a similar vein to the morning, and if the subsequent sexual episodes were only fractionally as good as what they served up on the kitchen counter, they were in for a very toe curling day.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (31) Teaching the Newbie

  

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

 

Of course, it wasn’t just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.

 

She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair who stood barely five feet tall.

Orla was also slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as an ox.

When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the faith put in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved Maria and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny last it out. 

So, she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of guilt.

She set her sights on the new girl Abigail Evans, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.

What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.

Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.      

She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and was roundly praised for it.

What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping. 

 

Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon. 

So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.

She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.

 

Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.

Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.

After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Orla asked

“Erm sorry” Abi responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Orla barked

“No, sorry”

“Ok let me ask you another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“What?” she replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Orla asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Black” she said meekly “What should I take off?”

“What would you like to take off?”

“Everything” she replied quietly

“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes

“I have to do it” Abigail said sharply and walked towards her.

She was taller than Orla by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.

She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.

Abigail dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” she asked

“Yes Miss Black” she replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.

Abi’s hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.

Orla kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Abi responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

In response Abigail sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Black” Abi said very childlike and stood up.

Orla also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.

As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes. 

The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly

“I want to do it”  

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said 

“Lovely”

Abigail kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.

Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy   

“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.

“Is it time for touching now?” Abigail pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Black” she replied

“Come here then” Orla said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her

“Wow” Abigail said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes”  

“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.

 

Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla said

“An encouraging beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”

“Thank you, Miss Black, I’ll do it anytime”

“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked

“I’m very willing Miss Black” Abigail replied

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (30) New Tricks

 

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

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet, she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off, so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her and fucked her hard.

Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.

However, the text’s kept coming from her, begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

That is until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked into the office, but he still went hard

“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Joe thought for a moment and remembered that parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Joe then led her by the hand, out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.

When he’d finished trussing her up she looked like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.

 

He left Jan hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then he walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her head, so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of extraordinary proportions.

“God that was sexy” he said when the last drops fell into the bucket

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down.

Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Jan.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So, Joe helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.

When he reached her house, she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (29) Unwanted Attention

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

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him, but he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Jan.

“What is it Jan?” he said sharply

“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied

“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently

“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”

He knew it was a ruse but his wife Elaine was at her sisters and he was horny as hell as he had spent some time in the voyeur rooms at House of Fun earlier in the day and he couldn’t get the image out of his head, so he weakened and agreed to help her.

 

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond, on the other.

“That’s convenient” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out

“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”

“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet

“Will the engine start?”

“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”

When he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked and he’d always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.

“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses

“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands, but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.

They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.  

She was very moist, and he was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.

“Oh yes rub me Joe” she ordered “Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off, and then after his fingering made her cum, she moaned

“Kiss my pussy”

“Lick my pussy Joe”

“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.

“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.

He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home, and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.

 

He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

“Good night Jan” he said and got back in his car and drove home.

 

As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text

“Let’s do that again” 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (28) Afternoon and Evening

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.

 

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

 

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.

“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.

“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself

He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.

He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.

His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.

What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52^nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

 

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.

She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.

The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.

She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.

He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.

That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.

She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.

What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.

And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.

There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

 

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.

She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.

But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

 

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself

“Hello, I’m Yvonne”

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”

“Hi” he said

“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”

She asked cheerfully

“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”

“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”

They both shook their heads in response.

“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”

“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”

“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”

“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

 

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said

“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked

“Pretty much” she replied

“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed

“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”

She said and they laughed again

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked

“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”

“That encouraging news” he said

“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”

What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.

And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

 

That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning. 

Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.

She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.

 

His sister Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.

She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.

And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.

 

It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.

“Almost my favourite time of day”

He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.

He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.

Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”

“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.

Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.

“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.

He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.

They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.  

Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.

He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.

His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.

Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.

Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.

 

She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.

Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock. 

So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.

But he stopped kissing her and asked

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes” she purred

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked

“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.

“But me and him aren’t tired”

Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.

While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.

It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by

“Oh my Godddd”

He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.

Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.

 

Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.

He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.

She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.

 

The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.

It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.

Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.

“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring

“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.

For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.

Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.

So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said

“You should have invited him”

“Invited who?” Yvonne replied

“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile

“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently

“Paul” Lesley said

“Paul who?”

“Paul Russell” Lesley said

“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”

“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.

 

The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.

And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous.  

Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.

And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.

 

The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.

 

When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.   

 

About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.

“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”

“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.

“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.

“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots

“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.

He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.

“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg

Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.

“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”

“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”

“Not anymore” she said

“So you want everyone to know about us?”

“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.

The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.

Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke

“I liked the loving”

“So where do you want your love?” he asked.

She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.

Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.

Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.

Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.

His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.

Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.

“Do it like you love me” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.

Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.

He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.

Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.

Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.

Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept.