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 52nd
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.
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.
Yvonne was a small
dark haired woman just the wrong side of fifty who had maintained her figure
well and she was walking along the corridors of the House of Fun daydreaming about
the approaching evening and the planned liaison
in her quarters with the young man who had become the love of her life, Paul
Russell.
He was twenty six
years younger than Yvonne,
He wasn’t a tall man,
though much taller than she was, and stockily built, Paul was not what you
would call good looking but he did have a friendly open face and dark brown hair.
He was also possessed
of great stamina which he needed just to keep pace with Yvonne and she was
always left well and truly satisfied.
He had become a regular
at the Spa and since he gave her a birthday treat for her 52nd birthday was
regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t had him for over a week as he had to attend
a family funeral in Ireland, so she was a bit horny.
Yvonne didn’t
participate in any of the House of Fun sessions herself, she liked to remain at
arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently,
and she became something of a voyeur over the years and liked to watch events
through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the
darkness, particularly while Paul had been away.
But he was back and that evening he would bang her all ways up and it
was thoughts of that delicious event which filled her head as she walked in her
customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking
around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even
more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the
thoughts of a good shag.
Yvonne enjoyed walking
around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even
more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the
thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing
it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she
approached room 37 she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed
herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls,
Claire and Kelly double teaming a twenty something from Mornington.
She opened the door
with her master key card and let herself into Paul’s room.
Paul Russell and his sister Polly returned from Ireland and after a
detour to Sharpington to drop her off he drove straight to Pangmere with only
one thing on his mind and a noteworthy erection in his pants.
When he got to the Spa he was a couple of hours later than he had
expected to be and went to reception to check in and then went straight up to
his room.
He swiped his card and nothing happened so he kept trying for a few minutes, also to no avail and was about to return
to reception when the door suddenly
opened and Yvonne was standing in the doorway already in her nightclothes and
she gave him a smile and opened the door wide.
“I thought you weren’t
coming,” she said
“I had to drop Poppy
off in Sharpington” he responded while he watched her nipples erecting through
her silk nightie in the cooler air of the hall.
She noticed him
looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said
“I thought I might
have to attend to myself”
“Oh that sounds nice
can I watch?” he replied
“You are incorrigible”
she said and laughed, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the
door.
She closed the door
behind him and slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.
“Where would you like
me gorgeous boy?” she asked
“Bed I think” he answered
“A good choice” she
said and giggled
“Anywhere would have
been a good choice Yvonne” he told her
“Shut up and get on
the bed” she ordered
He followed Yvonne as
she walked towards the bed and his eyes were fixed on her magnificent buttocks
as they taunted him through the silk of her nightgown
“So if you had needed
to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”
He asked
“I can’t tell you
that,” she said coyly giving him a quick glance over her shoulder.
“I think you can” he
insisted
“I can’t” she
reaffirmed as they reached the bed he took hold of her and turned her towards
him and kissed her
“Please” he asked,
She stood staring at
his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of
embarrassment only great pride.
Yvonne stood staring
at his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of
embarrassment only great pride.
“On my birthday, when
you looked after me when I got drunk, and you sobered me up and you took me
from behind on the sofa” she said quietly
“Yes you did enjoy
that day didn’t you?” he said proudly and Yvonne nodded
“When I think of that
night I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at his
chest.
“And what else?” he
asked
“After we made love
you said I had a lovely shape and I said
“I’m not as firm and
toned as the girls downstairs”” she said
“But I said “I’m only
interested in your body”” Paul said
“Yes” she gasped and
pulled him towards her
“What else?” he asked
“The next morning
making love in your bed with Polly in the next room”
“And?” he persisted as
they stood by the bed
“In my office, on my
desk, and again in the chair” she replied as she began to undress him, “and
later on the rug by the fire”
Paul’s shirt and
trousers were discarded, and then he asked
“Is that all?”
“In the voyeur room”
she barked as she yanked his pants down “While we watched Claire and Kelly”
“And the day after, in
the play room” and one sock had gone
“And the day after
that, in the sauna” and the other sock was removed.
“Is there anything in
your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?” he asked
“No” she said and
kissed his helmet before standing up again
“So what do you want
to do now?” he asked
“I want you to put
something else in the bank for me” she replied and slipped her fingers around
his cock and kissed him.
“And how would madam
like her deposit?” he asked
“Surprise me,” she
answered tightening her grip on his shaft and kissing him again.
Paul’s hands were
fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum while she tugged on him.
He released the
handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie and dragged it upwards.
Yvonne released her
hold on him and he pulled her nightgown off over her head then he lifted her up
so she was standing on the bed.
Yvonne wrapped her
arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her great globes surmounted by
pink aroused nipples which she wafted about his lips, tempting and teasing him
until she allowed him to engulf a great pink teat and sucked hard on it.
After a minute or so
she pushed his head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nipple and then
unceremoniously latched him on to the other.
After giving the
appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her
backwards onto the bed.
Pandora bounced
spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the
rest of her.
As he moved toward
her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly
crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
After giving the
appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her
backwards onto the bed.
Pandora bounced spectacularly
on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.
As he moved toward
her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly
crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Having prevented her
escape he could then slowly crawl up her mature body, kissing her belly as he
crawled, then her tits, sucking both teats, before he reached her mouth and
when their tongues engaged in a passionate duel his throbbing cock homed in on
her moist crack like a missile.
Paul entered her pussy
all the way, and as he pushed his cock into her welcoming wetness, breath
exhaled from her mouth.
Yvonne’s thighs
gripped him tightly and her noisy responses to his strokes urged him on and
Paul pounded on her more, the pace increasing steadily, faster and faster.
Her nails were in his
back as they moaned and grunted in unison. They sped on, quickening the pace
and shortening the stroke until the couple reached maximum velocity and they
both exploded in complete and utter ecstasy.
They lay locked in
that embrace, a single, sweating, panting beast for several minutes until he
rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate
period.
Eventually he looked
at her and asked
“Will that make it to
the bank?”
“Oh God yes” she
replied still panting.
In the early hours of
Sunday morning Paul was violently shaken awake.
“I have to go,” Yvonne
said, she normally slipped away discretely so as not to be seen leaving a
guests room.
“What? When?” he said
“In about two hours”
she replied as she laced her fingers around his shaft.
“Now this is the kind
of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued
his ear, and then in a trice Yvonne was above him and she was rubbing her
sticky lips against his helmet provocatively before she slowly slid down on
him.
And then like a
whirlwind she pumped her hot pussy on him again and again thrashing about like
a whirling dervish, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust, and each one was
followed by a grunt
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
One after another as
she satisfied herself on his rod, all he could do was grab hold of her arse and
be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
And then her pumping
action quickened, the thrust and the grunt happening simultaneously.
“Huh”
“Huh”
“Huh”
Until she came in a
rousing crescendo
“HUH”
And his pulsing cock
shot into her hot cunny and then Yvonne, panting hard collapsed on top of him,
and let out a low sigh of contentment
“Mmmmm”
“Another one for the
bank?” he asked
“Ohhh yes” she said smugly
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