Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (23) Popped in the Quad

Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.

She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.

Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.

She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.

So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.

She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.

What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.

 

Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.

However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.

However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.

 

As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fueled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open 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.

Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.

 

Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.

She liked sex though, a lot, she just hadn’t had as much of it as she would have liked, and although she didn’t know it at the time, that was going to change very soon, and once she stepped through the front doors she would never have a pure thought ever again.

 

Lesley was completely unaware that the Spa and transformed into the House of Fun or that the saunas and massages were now a lot steamier and there was certainly no evidence of that 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 paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.

 

Lesley’s Aunty Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.

She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

 

Yvonne walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, 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 the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean and her head was still full of salacious thoughts.

 

When she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception she had mixed feelings she was pleased to see her because she loved her very much but seeing her also filled her with dread because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken and that was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

 

The first thing Lesley noticed when she spotted her Aunty was that she wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised her but she didn’t know at that time that she was also sans knickers. 

 

When they left the madness of Reception with the busy assortment of guests and staff, many of them dressed in costumes, a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather, and leaving them in their wake they repaired to Yvonne’s office. 

“I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.

It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun, little did she know.

But she was naïve as she assumed that the tableau she had viewed in reception and supposed they must be theatricals.

 

However on that day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.

 

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.

“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”

“The thing is…” Yvonne began

“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted

“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought

“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said

“Yes” Lesley responded

“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”

“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression

“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description

“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said

“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted

“Let me give you another example”

“Ok” Lesley said brightly

“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”

“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”

Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop

“Oh” she said “I understand now, you’re running a brothel”

“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.

“No it’s nothing like a brothel”

“So what then?”

“We merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said

“Peculiarities?”

“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said

“And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing?” Lesley asked innocently

“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed

“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked

“What?”

“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”

“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked

“No, not yet”

“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”

Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

 

Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.

Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.

Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.

Yvonne might have done the same herself if she were Lesley’s age.

 

Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl,

She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun, she just had to decide who.

Although whoever Yvonne chose might well find they had no one to escort because while she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked at sordid truth about the Spa and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs as soon as was humanly possible.

In fact to use Yvonne’s phrase Lesley’s planned to run like hell.

 

While trying to think of a suitable escort Yvonne had a light bulb moment, Aidan McCauley the quiet and unassuming former odd job man at the Hotel from the Spa days.

He had turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, a man who as his former self would never have said boo to a goose.

But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.

But out of uniform he was the perfect escort for Lesley.

 

Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.

It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.

“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.

Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.

 

She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss, although to be honest it was him that was reluctant.

 

She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.

She’d gone there for a job and thought waitressing or a chamber maid but working in a brothel she was going be mopping up semen all day long.

 

There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.

 

A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.

So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.

“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”        

“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.

Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.

 “Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained

“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed

“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked

“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”

“Sure” he replied amiably

 

Yvonne assigned Aidan McCauley to be Lesley’s guide and escort to show her niece around the establishment and she said.

“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”

 

As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.

Aidan led her into the first of voyeur room and despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.

Next they witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock and straight after that they viewed several of the special play rooms together after which she exclaimed.

“Oh gosh, I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”

 

After Aidan had escorted her back to her room she closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.

And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.

As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.

 

While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time as he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.

 

Lesley woke up the next morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.

She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes

“Sorry I overslept” she lied

“That’s ok”

 

They went to the Wet Rooms first and watched a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack until she orgasm’ d almost to the point of unconsciousness and then Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms” to see the squirters and the Golden Rain Brigade.

After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.

“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”

“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”

“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him  

 

After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.

It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.

But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.

After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.  

She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.

She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.

Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.

Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.

 

The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.

Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”

And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.

Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.

 

After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek. 

Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.

But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.

 

The pattern was set for Lesley, Aidan would show her some salacious activity which would get her very wet, then she would excuse herself and find somewhere to masturbate.

 

Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.

 

The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun 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” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.

There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.

Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.

And patrons liked to dress up and in the days that followed Aidan guided tours Lesley was put to work in the wardrobe room.

There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight, which cost a fortune, but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which was highly inflated, which more than covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

 

It was while she was working there that she discovered there was a shop attached to the costume department, that sold, underwear, hosiery, but apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure and aids to her increased need to masturbate.

 

Lesley also noticed one day, Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment that she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.

 

So Lesley put her plan into action and successfully set and baited a trap and caught her prey in Room 56 and got exactly what she had fantasized over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the room disappointed.

 

Aidan had been trying to grab ten minutes with Lesley all day without success.

Lesley was in charge of the Costume Department but she also had help, a full timer, Agnes Andreoli, and on an adhoc basis Emily Riley, and it was the latter to whom Aidan turned to for help and He caught up with her in reception.

“Hi Emily” he said

“Hello Aidan” came the reply

“I’m glad I ran into you, I desperately need a favour” Aidan said

“Oh yes” she said suspiciously

“I desperately need to talk to Lesley for ten minutes” he explained

“Well I can fill in for her for an hour” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added

“I know what you two are like”

“You are an absolute star” He said and kissed her forehead

 

Everywhere was very busy so he opened the door and led her out into the quadrangle.

The quad was a small rectangular courtyard, surrounded on all sides by parts of the Hotel.

It was open-air and sparsely populated with planters, statuary and benches and in the corners there were a number of well-established shrubs.

He closed the door and took her by the hand and they sat on a bench and he looked earnestly at her.

“Lesley, I want to ask you something” he said

“No you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear, but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Lesley asked “You’ve lured me out here for something sexual”

“Lesley Makin, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he snapped

“What?” Lesley exclaimed

“I said will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he repeated

“Ok” she said meekly

“Yvonne Makin, will you marry me?” he asked

“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.

Aidan fished in his pocket and tucked right in the corner he found a cheap little ring he bought from a vendor at the Christmas Market that they went to in Purplemere the weekend before while Lesley was taking a pee.

It was only a cheap piece of yellow metal but he gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your proper ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him

But it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude.

This was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“I think I need to get you back to the Hotel,” he said breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.

He broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”        

“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

 

“But…” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock fully in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began

But in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Lesley” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”

The problem was where, they were in the quadrangle after all and although it was an underused space and the rooms whose windows looked out over the quad where being used for much more salacious activities than they were about to indulge in, he thought they would have to trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

While he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her so he could take her undiscovered.

The new decisively dirty Lesley took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him behind the shrubbery. 

Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the wall with her arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the weak sunlight.

With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.

He got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until I could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his knob.

With no time for finesse he just groped inside her cardigan and uncupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft.

Once he had her breasts in his hands he moved backwards slightly and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” Lesley said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Lesley barely had enough breath left to scream when she came and all he could manage was a low grunt as he shot his load.

He quickly redressed while a panting Lesley stood hugging the wall and after he finished he slapped Lesley’s quivering buttock white in the weak sunlight.

“Does this mean were engaged now” he asked

“We had better be” she replied looking over her shoulder.