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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