Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (28) Afternoon and Evening

 

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 52^nd 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.

 

His sister 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.

And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.

 

It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.

“Almost my favourite time of day”

He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.

He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.

Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”

“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.

Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.

“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.

He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.

They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.  

 

They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.  

Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.

He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.

His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.

Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.

Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.

 

She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.

Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock. 

So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.

But he stopped kissing her and asked

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes” she purred

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked

“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.

“But me and him aren’t tired”

Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.

While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.

It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by

“Oh my Godddd”

He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.

Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.

 

Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.

He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.

She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.

 

The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.

It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.

Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.

“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring

“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.

For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.

Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.

So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said

“You should have invited him”

“Invited who?” Yvonne replied

“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile

“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently

“Paul” Lesley said

“Paul who?”

“Paul Russell” Lesley said

“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”

“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.

 

The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.

And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous. 

Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.

And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.

 

The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.

 

When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.  

 

About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.

“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”

“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.

“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.

“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots

“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.

He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.

“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg

Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.

“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”

“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”

“Not anymore” she said

“So you want everyone to know about us?”

“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.

The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.

Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke

“I liked the loving”

“So where do you want your love?” he asked.

She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.

Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.

Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers.

 

His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.

Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.

His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.

Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.

“Do it like you love me” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.

Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.

He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.

Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.

Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.

Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept.