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

 

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

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

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

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

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

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

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

“Let’s do that again”

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

“Anything?” he asked

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

 

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

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

“Absolutely” she confirmed

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

“What are they for?”

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

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“What’s wrong?”   

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

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

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

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

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time to play again”

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

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