Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (25) In Grand Style

 

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.

 

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.

However quite a lot of the staff were new and Helen Culleton and Rob Lamb were in that category.

 

Rob was one of the caretaking staff who had worked at the Spa for 12 months and he worked most of the time in the pool and sauna suite, though not exclusively.

He was a short skinny man in his mid-twenties with bright orange hair, a pleasant freckled face and a nice smile and a really serious crush on Helen, and when he wasn’t working in the pool and sauna suite he was watching his big crush, Helen Culleton in the voyeur rooms.

Voyeurism was very popular with staff and paying guests alike and initially some two way mirrors were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

But they proved to be so popular that almost all of the rooms had them within a year.

Although some punters actually wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, or the punishment, but 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.

So Rob would find out what room Helen was performing in and he would make his way to the adjoining voyeur room and when he was seated and he turned off the lights he opened the curtains to reveal the wonderful scene, although he only ever looked at Helen.

But until his fascination for her began he watched a wide variety of deviances, submission, cross dressing, dominance, girl on girl, and then he saw her for the first time naked apart from black fishnet stockings, with two girls chained to a wall while she vigorously spanked them on the buttocks, from then on he only had eyes for her.

 

Helen Culleton was 24 years old, single and five foot one, with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, plump breasts and chocolate coloured nipples.

She was gorgeous and she knew it and she had used her body since the moment she realized what effect she had on men, and women for that matter, but she never had sex with the punters, she wasn’t a whore, she was a performer, stripping, erotic dancing and teasing.

Helen had earned a good living and was never short of work but when she landed a job at the House of Fun she really started to coin it in, especially when she added masturbation and pissing to her dirty repertoire.

 

As soon as Rob finished his shift he went in search of Helen and her delicious chocolate confections, to see what she was up to and, although he didn’t know it at the time, it was a particularly pivotal day in his life, as the main tenant of her performance that day was pissing.

He often watched Helen from the safety of the voyeur rooms through the two way mirror, safely anonymous, he would often see her outside in the corridors and common areas but he never dared to speak to her, he was far two shy.

Rob may have felt anonymous behind the glass, but she always knew when he was there, so she always gave everything.

 

As he looked on Helen was wearing the full school uniform, consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and a straw boater of course, complete with matching ribbons.

She was stood with her back flush against the wall with her eyes fixed on the two way mirror and as she slid down the wall she squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Helen then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pristine white knickers aside with her thumb, revealing her luscious black curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which Rob had never seen before and he found it very arousing, very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance she achieved with the arcing jet and its duration.

When she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled at the glass and let out a long sigh, and her customer whom she had never looked at once, creamed his pants.

Rob could well understand why her punter had lost his load because he felt his own cock swelling in his pants, so he thought that was a good time to leave.

“Make yourself a sandwich” he said to himself “or jump in the shower”
He decided a cold shower would cool his ardour the most and that way he would be able to enjoy his sandwich in comfort as he was sporting a huge erection thanks to Helen’s Olympic style pissing performance.

 

Helen would have continued performing and Rob would have continued watching had fate not taken a hand.

The event occurred soon after Helen’s pissing performance when he was struggling to get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head even after a cold shower.

As he stepped out of the shower he reached for a towel but he hadn’t even got his balls dry when the door opened and two girls were standing there, it was Helen and her friend Ginny.

They had started working there together, Ginny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled.

The girls didn’t say anything they just looked at his erection for longer than was comfortable, and then as suddenly as they arrived they smiled and then they were gone again.  

 

Fates second intervention in Helen and Rob’s life happened on the day after Helen and Ginny caught him naked and aroused.

He was told there was a problem with one of the ladies toilets on the second floor so he grabbed his tools and walked upstairs and then down the corridor to the toilet with the out of order sign on the door and opened it and then he stepped inside.

He checked his job sheet and saw that the problem was in cubicle three so he pushed open the door and then he realized Helen Culleton was sat on the toilet, leggings and knickers around her knees and her dress hoisted up around her middle with her thick black bush clearly visible, and she was pissing and she never stopped pissing all the time he was standing there watching her.
“Oh God I'm so sorry” he said flustered “I didn’t think anyone was in here, I am so, so sorry”
Then he hurried out of the door and back to the sanctuary of his office where he could hide his embarrassment, but as he hurried back towards his office he was surprised to find he had a substantial stalk on, possibly because seeing Hellen pissing on the toilet reminded him of seeing her pissing in the voyeur room the day before, or perhaps it was because she was so close he could have touched her.

All the time he was staring at her bush she never said a word to him, or lost her temper, but he was so embarrassed, however when he walked back into his office he found Helen sitting on his chair and he jumped when he saw her there and he got flustered again.
“I really am sorry Helen” he said
“its ok” she said “I’m not cross with you, you’ve seen everything I’ve got already”

“That’s not the point” he said and he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock, or at least the bulge in his trousers made by his cock and he wondered what was going through her mind.
“Is your cock always hard?” she asked with a smile
“No only when…” he began “You’re around”
“It doesn’t do that just for me” Helen said and she laughed 
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at the site of his erection, which he tried to stop twitching, which he failed to do.

“Dirty thoughts” he said

“Really? What were you thinking about?” she asked already knowing the answer

“You of course” he said “it’s always you”

“Tell me more” she asked with a lustful look on her face.

“Well I think about making love to you in bed, when you are naked, wriggling and squirming beneath me” he said

“You think of doing that?” she asked with raised eyebrows

“All the time” he confessed

He often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

 

Rob often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

But he hadn’t, even in his wildest dreams, ever imagined what happened next, when she reached out and unzipped his trousers and when she had extricated his erection from its confines she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him towards her by it and then for the first time she took her eyes off of it and looked at his face as she played with him.

Rob closed his eyes as she gently tugged on his shaft and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise; he hadn’t imagined her doing that, he had imagined a lot but not that, then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Helen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

Rob could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked greedily on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her demerara lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh that’s so nice Helen” he gasped

“Is this to your satisfaction?” Helen mumbled between slurps

“What a stupid question” he thought to himself “of course it was to his satisfaction, was she mad?”

But out loud he said

“Oh yes”

At the point in proceedings that they had reached he would have normally have been considering the next chapter of the story, with the girls he usually had sexual encounters with.

But he was pretty convinced that it was Helen’s intention to suck him off.

What he didn’t know however was that the only reason for that was that she was on her monthly.

Rob was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he was right and she had already decided what she wanted to do.

One of his hands was on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her thick black curls while the other caressed her bulging cheek.

Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously then Helen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her dark lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock, and snorting through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

Rob was so close and Emily could sense it and she was going at him like fury,

So close, so close

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

Helen was still grasping his cock and sucking and licking at the last of his seed until her lips smacked one last time and her mouth released his shaft.

“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet

“Oh God yes” he said and kissed her forehead

“Well that’s all you get for today” she said “But only because I’m on the rag, but once I get rid of the cotton mouse were going to do things that will make your toes curl”

“I can’t wait” he said with what could only be described as a leer and then the phone rang again which he ignored again and redressed himself with Helen watching his every move and looking very pleased with herself, which she deserved to do, it was the best blowjob Rob had ever had, by some distance, she looked like the cat that got the cream, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

He was just about to kiss her when the door suddenly opened

“There you are” Ginny said “I’ve been looking for you everywhere”

“Hello Rob, Thank you so much for the show yesterday” she added “There’s more to you than meets the eye, I shan’t ever look at you in the same way again”

Helen was still sat on his chair from where she had delivered her oral expertise and where she was still looking at Rob and Ginny suddenly noticed she had a small dribble of gentleman’s relish in the corner of her mouth.

“For goodness sake Helen, wipe that love custard off your lip babe”

Then to Rob she said

“So you’ve been a very lucky boy haven’t you?”

As Helen wiped his cum off her mouth with a tissue she went bright red, which he had never seen her do before, which made his cock twitch for some reason.

Ginny was smirking at her friend’s discomfiture, she had never witnessed her friend so embarrassed and she had known her for years

“She doesn’t do that for just anyone you know” Ginny whispered as she excused herself and said she would wait for Helen in the hall.

“You could have told me” Helen said just as the door closed then she laughed and punched him.

“I thought it was sexy” he replied as she sluiced her mouth out, so she wouldn’t have penis breath when she gave him a goodbye kiss, which she did, and it was long and passionate, before she went in search of Ginny.

“Look after him” she said stroking his cock through his trousers and was pleased to feel it was arousing again, but she didn’t know it that was the kiss or the cum on her lip that had caused it

“I’ll be back for him soon”

“He’ll be waiting” he said and then the phone rang again and this time he had to answer it so Helen kissed his cheek and left.

 

Rob believed that fate had contrived the circumstance of him catching Helen pissing in the toilet which led to her performing nerve tingling fellatio on him in his office, a mutually satisfying fuck in the same venue two days later and a passionate night spent together in one of the Hotel rooms, but he was mistaken.

 

After that first night they spent together they made love at almost every opportunity that was offered to them, but Rob still watched her perform from the voyeur rooms and then later she reaped the benefits of his arousal and he thought their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a fateful piss.

But fate actually had nothing to do with it, because what he didn’t know was that while Rob had been looking at her from behind the glass as she performed, she had been watching him as he worked around the place, but he didn’t make a move and she got fed up of waiting, so she set a trap for him.

It was Helen who phoned to report the fault in the ladies toilets and put the out of order sign on the door and then she sat in wait for him to appear and her bladder was fit to bust as he stepped into the toilets and the moment he pushed open the cubicle door she pissed like a horse and that was when she had him hook line and sinker.

 

They were both really pleased that they had finally got together, the sex was great and even after he’d had her he never stopped lusting over her and she never stopped enjoying his exercising of it with her.

But what surprised them was that the lust soon turned to love, though neither could tell the other for fear of ruining what they had together, or of breaking the spell.

Even after they had been together for more than a year they held back and held back, but that would have to change.

Even when they were making love they were thinking about it and when they slept their dreams were full of erotic snippets of the other in various states of undress and debauchment either involving past sexual encounters or vividly imagined new ones.

And Helen and Rob had wonderful imaginations and their fantasies were very colourful and the realities even more so.

Since they first got together they had had sex everywhere in the hotel and its environs, her appetite for him was insatiable and his ability to satisfy her was unquenchable and their hunger for each other never diminished.

But one location at the House of Fun had eluded them and that was the Grand Suite but that was about to change because they had booked the suite for, from Christmas Eve until Boxing Day.

They would be spending three days and two nights devouring each other in Grand style in the grandest suite in the House of Fun.

 

Helen and Rob were sitting on the sofa in the staff lounge waiting until there room was ready.

 

Since they first got together they had had sex everywhere in the hotel and its environs, her appetite for him was insatiable and his ability to satisfy her was unquenchable and their hunger for each other never diminished.

But one location at the House of Fun had eluded them and that was the Grand Suite but that was about to change because they had booked the suite for, from Christmas Eve until Boxing Day.

They would be spending three days and two nights devouring each other in Grand style in the grandest suite in the House of Fun.

But the room wasn’t ready, so they could have sat in reception and waited but it was very busy and very noisy which was why they chose the Staff Lounge. 

When they first went in there, Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, were just leaving.

They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, and she wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.

Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.

They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.

As the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them and they were immensely popular.

“Hello you two” Helen said

“Hey I thought you pair would’ve have been soling the bedding in the Grand suite by now” Kelly said

“The rooms not ready” Helen replied

“I bet you are though babe” Claire enquired

Her girlfriend Kelly could tell by Claire’s expression that she wouldn’t have minded having a go on Helen herself and decided to drag her away before she embarrassed herself.

“Come on tiger” she said

 

Helen sat down heavily on the sofa and Rob sat beside her, there was no conversation as Helen was sulking.

So with the absence of converse, Rob was distracted by her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which stirred his already tingling loins but for the moment there was no outlet for his lust.

After about five minutes she cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her, then hugging his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Rob glanced down at her and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing against her dark skin, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her sweater.

He even thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her sweater but that could have been his imagination or wishful thinking.

She fidgeted as if conscious of his gaze but he continued to stare anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to and in the next instant she was his holding his hand.

 

He thought that was sweet but then a moment later Helen was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery.

But even if she had been wearing cheap bobbly panty hose, the cheapness of the tights would not have detracted from the quality of the flesh they contained.

His palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh and Helen opened her legs enough to aid his advance.

He liked the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery she wore but even cheaply shod the feel of her inner thigh would have brought a lump to his pants.

With her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced.

So it crept ever higher up Helen’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation and she moaned quietly at his touch.

He could feel the heat from her familiar pussy as he neared his objective.

His intention was to finger her through her tights again, like he had done in the past, so when his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

He fingered her though her tights and the material of the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Helen wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.

Despite the quality of her tights the consequence of her fidgeting action and his rubbing caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset, so his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the sofa beside him.

But he was conscious of the fact they were in the Staff Lounge, unoccupied though it might have been, so he still had to keep a weather eye on the door to ensure they were not discovered.

Obviously the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny, bore testament to that.

Helen for her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in a cushion, which she needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a quiet lover.

Then they heard voices outside the door so his fingers exited Helen’s treacly pussy and she closed her legs.

He nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as someone opened the door and he smiled to himself as he looked down to where his hand was resting, and noticed the that two of his previously engaged fingers bore the evidence of being well coated with Helen’s viscose juices.

 

The indecisive interloper, meanwhile, paused for a moment then went back the way they came.

Immediately the door closed behind him, Helen swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to their previous duties.

So as the voices in the hall disappeared into the distance Rob attended to her wet gash,

Her cream was oozing between his fingers as he stroked her pussy and Helen’s hand gripped the arm of the sofa until her knuckles whitened, she was biting her lip and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream into the cushion as she did so.

After a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.

Being with Helen always made him horny, but being on sofa with Helen that afternoon made him even more so and after their little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself but he was content to wait until they got to the Grand Suite, when it would be a hundred times better as he exploded inside her.

“Hmmm” She murmured when her head emerged from inside her cushion and then she kissed him wetly before cuddling up to him again.

They sat there like that for about half an hour when Helen started fidgeting beside him again and he thought, “Here we go again”.

But then she sat still again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in her seat again before another period of immobility.

“It’s no good” she said suddenly sitting up

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied “Well the sooner we get to the suite the better then, and you can get your wet knickers off”

“I can’t wait until then,” she said playfully slapping him

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going?” he asked

“To the shop” she replied

There was a shop attached to the costume department on the ground floor, that sold, underwear and hosiery and 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 but all Helen was interested in was dry knickers.

“I won’t be long horny” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, he choose not to respond to her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers who had initiated the cause of her own discomfort.

He just smiled as he watched her as she walked towards the door with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Helen returned about ten minutes later, moist knickers and tattered tights in hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then whispered

“I’m still very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“The sooner we get to the suite then the better” he added and kissed her back and then a gaggle of staff burst through the door so the remainder of the time in the staff room they sat slightly apart and then waited for Agnes in reception to call, which seemed to take an age and their mutual need to shag was becoming all-consuming.

He couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the ache in his balls.

But the wait became too much to bear so they decided to go to reception and hasten the process.

 

When they reached the reception desk they were greeted by a smiling Agnes.

“Hi you two” she said

Helen was normally very friendly but she was so horny her good humour had deserted her and she said

“Is it ready?”

“I’ll just phone Housekeeping” Agnes replied sensing that Helen was starting to get agitated in her impatience to reach the Grand Suite to quench her desire.

While Agnes the receptionist went through to her office to make the phone call, Rob could see Helen was ready to blow and he had visions of her yelling at Agnes

“FOR GOD SAKE I NEED COCK AND YOU’RE STOPPING ME FROM GETTING IT”

But instead she just tapped her foot and frowned and then all of a sudden Agnes reappeared and handed Helen the key card for the Grand Suite.

Helen accepted the key card from the former and they walked briskly to the lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed the top floor.

The doors began to close but at the last moment a large black dildo appeared in the gap and the doors opened again to reveal a rather large over weight woman who was holding hands with a tall skinny ginger girl half her age and without speaking they stepped into the lift and also pressed for the top floor, thus denying them valuable groping time.

The doors closed and the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor, when they finally reached the top floor the large lady and ginger stick insect exited first and unfortunately were not only going their way, but were in their way.

They walked very slowly down the middle of the corridor and because they were holding hands they couldn’t pass them.

So after what seemed like an age they reached the Grand Suite, on the door knob of which, was a room service menu.

Rob already knew what kind of room service Helen wanted once they got in the room, but she was having trouble with the electronic key so he took the menu card off the doorknob

“Would you like to select from the room service menu madam?” he said in his best Australian accent as Helen struggled with the lock.

Eventually after she paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened.

 

Their bags were already in the vestibule and she threw her coat on top of them.

Miss Sticky Lips didn’t answer his question about room service, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him in to the room and he dropped the menu behind him.

Once inside Helen kicked the door shut and began undoing his belt.

With great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked his cock out.

“A very good selection madam” He said, in mock French this time “and where would you like it served madam?”

She let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her new tights and pulled her panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she said in a very saucy “French Maid” voice and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck she hoisted herself up onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.

“Oh God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

And then she kissed his mouth and snorted through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

They stopped kissing and Helen tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths were urging him on.

Rob pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length of cock.

Having her pinned against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their lacy bondage.

His left hand was engaged as an anchor on the doorframe but his right was free and went immediately up inside her sweater.

As he tried to insert his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant he pushed the bra upwards and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered and groped the round plump breast.

As he squeezed her tit and toyed with her erect nipple the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as he continued banging her against the wall.

As they reached the summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later empting his aching balls into her.

They didn’t know exactly how long them stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt so good they could have stayed there forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call room service”

Then Helen laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured