Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (21) A Special Day

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.

The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff, Callum McDonnell, who was very well endowed, urinate on her.

But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.

Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.

Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.

Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.

A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

 

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

 

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years, since before the change, but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.

He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.

But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.

 

The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid dreams. 

Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.

Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.

 

That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.

Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.

And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms, but everything came at a price.

 

The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’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 for the staff to 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, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.

 

But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves. 

Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.

But he was unable to read the signs and therefore unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.

He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.

 

The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.

And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three. 

However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.

She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.

But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.

She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.

In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as   

Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.

Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.

Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.

Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.

So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.

She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.

 

Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.

She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.

But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact. 

Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.

 

And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston. 

She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact. 

 

Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.

Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.

He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.

 

Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.

 

29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.

She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.

 

The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.

Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.

 

Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.

 

It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.

 

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it. 

All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

 

Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.

But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.

She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

 

Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.

Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.

Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.

Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.

So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.

 

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it. 

All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

 

She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.

It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.

This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny. 

 

She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.

She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.

 

Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.

“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said

“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.

 

When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.

 

The day that Samantha Hawkins returned to Tim Weston’s massage table marked an end to their sexual frustration but it took a chance encounter for lust to come to fruition.

 

Things began even before Sam arrived when Tim got aroused just in anticipation of her visit but the moment he saw Samantha in the flesh the stirring in his loins heightened.

She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

 

There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.

They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.

Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.

Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.

She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.

“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said

“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.

Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.

“You’re very tense” He said

“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.

Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.

Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.

“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her

“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.

“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified

“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”

She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.

 

“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.

“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”

“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”

 When she was back in her robe she said

“I will see you again next month then”

“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”

“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”

“Bye then” he said

“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.

 

Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box. 

 

Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.

It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.

But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.

The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.

 

So Tim would have just wanked himself limp and Samantha would have gone home and done herself with a dildo or a vibrator had

Tim not walked in to the shower room as Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.

He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.

Then he suddenly said,

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”

At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry”

 

A few minutes later he was back in room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down and chastising his erection and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips, gesturing him to silence.

She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, she was not disappointed with what she saw, and his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.

So she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.

Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.

 

As a result a broken shower room lock and fates perfect timing meaning he would be there the moment she emerged from the shower they put all the frustrations that had existed behind them and he speared her pussy on the massage table.   

 

After that day another beauty he had lusted after, Karen Clarke, joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over the following weeks and months until all he had were special clients and his balls were seldom dry.

 

Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and it was a special day when Samantha Hawkins became his first special client and they went on to have many special days beyond that.

She knew that there arrangements wasn’t exclusive, she knew he had added other special women to his list, but she didn’t mind that she wasn’t looking for exclusivity, he was just fulfilling a need that her disabled husband could not, however she did like to think she was the most special as she was Tim’s first.

Not only did she not mind about the other women she became friends with some of them.

 

On Thursday afternoon he was pleasuring and enjoying Karen Clarke who was kneeling on his massage table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while two fingers of the other were frigging her pussy.

There was a very satisfying audible squelching from her as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her as she was fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her wet pussy until he made her cum, big time.

Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.

He accepted the invitation and wriggled out of his trousers and pants and into her.

 

Afterwards as they redressed she asked him if he was going to join her and the others for lunch the next day.

Four of his “special” clients had formed a lunch club and the five of them generally dined out once a month at the Red Lion in Pangmere.

And as much as he would have loved to go to lunch club with the girls he couldn’t really spare the time so he said

“No I don’t think so”

Karen gave him a look so he added

“I have to move my stuff into the new suite”

“But its Samantha’s birthday” she insisted, “You have to come it’s her 30th”

“Well we’ll see,” he said, “if I get finished in time”

“That means no then,” she said crossly

“It means if I get finished in time” he insisted

“Hmmm” she said as she was leaving with obvious disbelieve but she kissed him anyway and added.

“Please come, you’ll enjoy it”

“We’ll see,” he reiterated

It wasn’t a lie, he did have to move his stuff into the new suite.

Since the day he first shagged Samantha he had built up a special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over time until all he had were special clients and he was doing so well with his special clients that he was now moving into a different room away from the Pool and Sauna suite in which he could service his special clientele in more salubrious surroundings.

But he was a victim of his own success and because of that success he only had a narrow window in which to make the move.  

 

He started early on Friday, which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the Hotel dressed in joggers and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.

“What are you doing here?” he asked “on your birthday”

“I’ve come to help,” she replied

“Help with what?” he asked puzzled

“The stuff that’s preventing you from coming to my birthday lunch” she said

“I did say I’d come if I was finished,” he said

“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” she said cheerily.

 

So they got to work, Samantha set about dusting and packing his old room while he started carrying things to the goods lift and by eleven o’clock they were almost finished, there was just one small leather sofa to bring in from one of the unused rooms and they were done.

So the two of them set about the task and having maneuvered it out of one room and down the hall and into his rooms all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing, it moved easily into position.

Which was when with the job done and him suitably position southwest of her casually clad arse he thought he might give her a birthday present.

So he put his hands on her shoulders and said

“Thanks Sam I couldn’t have done this without you”

Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of his head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said

“We haven’t got time for that” and she smiled

“I think we do” Tim said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so he began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra

“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him access to her un-holstered breasts.

So a change of tack was called for and he abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her minge.

There was only one option left to him, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.

 

She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.

Samantha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening.

From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling

“Well you’re almost naked now” Tim responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.

Samantha’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him so as he immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease.

Samantha stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead

“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Tim said using her own words against her as he plugged into her.

The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.

There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he entered her cozy cunt again and again.

As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further they both came.

Tim withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to panting Samantha and put his hand on her belly.

“Happy birthday” he said 

 

Neither of them spoke for the next 10 minutes or so, they just panted and reflected on a job well done.

That was until Samantha stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position he left her in, and rolled over.

She looked up at him with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking his limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.

“You want to go again?” he asked

“Mmmm” she mumbled

“I thought you didn’t want to be late for lunch?” he said and then with a slurp she released his cock and crawled onto his lap.

“We’re already late” she answered taking her T-shirt off and throwing it aside before impaling herself on him.

 

They arrived at the Red Lion almost 40 minutes late for lunch.

“Sorry we’re late” Samantha said kissing everyone in turn before sitting down.

Tim kissed everyone too and sat down opposite her.

“Did you get everything done?” Karen asked

“Yes” he replied, “it just took a while to maneuver a particularly big piece into the room”

Samantha kicked him under the table.