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’s but the majority were
frequent flyers on the erotica express.
One of the people who
benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there
were also fringe benefits.
Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed
to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the
village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements
in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that
came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex
he needed at work.
So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship
with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided
him with home grown depravity.
Darren and Andrea had
spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up
very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so
she’d be there in time for the first lecture.
As usual he had risen
early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting
her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances
“I’m too sleepy Darren”
she said
“Ok I’m going to grab
a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the
coffee.
So while he was
showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was
dressed for the day he carried her bags
downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the
door and called out to her
“I don’t think we have
time for coffee”
“I
can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”
“Where are you?” he
shouted
“I’m in the kitchen”
she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea
lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked
casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself
between her strawberry pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough
time for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as
he un-trousered his stirring beast.
“I thought you were
too sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now”
she replied
“So, I can see,”
Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.
Darren stood there
looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping,
and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed
and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her
fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards
his waiting cock.
Having pulled her
pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect
cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.
“Oh God Darren” She
moaned, “That feels so good”
He partially withdrew,
but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and
pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how
clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she
begged
So, he gave her
another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself
and then she got another.
Andrea gave great
panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the
frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor
and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Darren had to grip the
table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving
up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one
continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as
her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he
lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.
When he looked down at
the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet
now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had
been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the
table had moved two feet from its original position.
When they had finally
stopped panting, she said
“Now you may go about
your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from
her.
“Cheeky mare” he said
and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as
his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.
“Bastard” she said but
then she chuckled.
Suffice is to say she
was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.
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