Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (09) Playing Dress Up

(Part 01)

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.

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, 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.
Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

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.

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old 6ft 4 inch James Ford-Bannister who had been a masseur for 3 years before the change and when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for himself, and he was like a child in a sweetshop so after a while in an attempt to curb his appetites he started to change over to a predominantly male clientele, he only kept his most favourite female clients who he could fuck when the mood took him.
He was a strong and gentle man ruggedly handsome who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.

(Part 02)

James Ford-Bannister was a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.
James was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty three and after that point all of his relationships were based purely on sex and he never had a single thought about love.
However all that changed when he first laid eyes on Emily Riley, he fell in love with her on the spot.
Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Emily was so lovely and she always wore a smile, which was why he fell for her.
She was almost ten years younger than James, and was just a few months short of her 22nd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.
But the thing that endeared her to James the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her.
Not that she hadn’t had boyfriends and she was not a virgin but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she started working at the house of fun and she first met James.

The two of them began to flirt almost immediately, this would sometimes take the form of suggestive remarks and the other would always reciprocate.
On other occasions it would be physical flirting like the times when she would deliver fresh towels to James and there was always a lingering exchange where their hands would touch and there would be a momentary caress of each other’s hands, and when they passed in a corridor or doorway they would brush past very close even when there was clearly enough space to pass.
But despite their very obvious attraction they didn’t take it any further because James doubted he could win the heart of such a beautiful young girl and Emily was too naïve to think that he would want her, so they never did anything more than that which was ok as they really enjoyed the flirting.

Emily’s role at the House of Fun was as part of the support staff, it was a role that was quite varied and she enjoyed it very much.
She didn’t do any of the “mucky stuff” as her mum called it, not that she was averse to the idea, it was just that she lacked the confidence in such matters, but it didn’t prevent her from getting close to the action.
As support staff her duties could involve “meeting and greeting” clients in reception and showing them to their chosen place of pleasure or even assisting in the various rooms, such as restraining victims in the bondage rooms or providing props in the playrooms.
Emily had quickly become a favourite of the Queen of Sin, Yvonne Makin and was sometimes used to pour oil on troubled waters.
Being a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with an angelic countenance Emily often had a calming effect in difficult situations but if all that failed she normally had someone like 6ft 4 inch James on hand who had different ways of calming things down.
one of her other duties was to assist Yvonne’s niece Lesley in the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them, then they could have them, but of course she charged them a premium to use them, because everything came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and Emily discovered when costumes were returned they could often require a lot of cleaning.

(Part 03)

One morning, Emily Riley was left in temporary charge of the costume department, she had only gone up there that morning to borrow a modest one piece swimsuit, the kind with a skirt.
She was going to be doing a session in the Wet Rooms later that morning, but the swimwear available down there were a bit too revealing for her taste.

The Wet Rooms were part of the pool and sauna suite and were for those whose foibles were water based.
Of course every room in the House of Fun was a wet room to some degree but the wet rooms proper were something else.
She was attending to one of the regular visitors to the water based facilities, Karen Cho, who was an absolute legend at the House of Fun and everyone had watched her in action at some point.
Karen was Honk Kong Chinese and her foible was to be suspended from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle and then she was hoisted on pulleys until both arms and one leg were above her head and only the tips of her toes of her free leg remained in contact with the ground.
And then a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
Karen was a pretty girl but you would never have known that when she was in action because her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.
And she orgasmed a lot and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end, and that day Emily would be in the room which was why she needed the swimsuit.
While she was in the Costume Department she used one of the cubicle to try on the costume she had chosen she was completely unaware who was in the cubicle next door.
The changing facility were typically modern, spacious unisex changing booths with a bench seat on one side and coat hooks on the opposite wall and a curtains across the doorway.
And as Emily wriggled her way into the swimsuit James Ford-Bannister was in the cubicle next door and he knew very well who his neighbour was.
He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Emily who was certainly naked for at least part of the time she was in there and he was getting aroused at the thought of it.
James was in the cubicle getting dressed into a toga, for one of his clients who like to imagine he was being massaged in ancient Rome.
He was almost done when he heard a familiar voice nearby and it was Lesley Makin and she was almost outside his cubicle.
“Are you done Emily?” she asked
“I’m nearly ready” came the reply
“I need a favour” Lesley said
“Oh yes” she said suspiciously
“Can you hold the fort here for half an hour or so?” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added
“It’s our anniversary so I want to visit the Disney Room with Aidan”
“You mean you want an anniversary shag” Emily said with a chuckle
“Pretty much” she confessed
“Go on then but no more than an hour”
“Thanks Em you’re the best” Lesley said and James heartily agreed.
“Ok I will see you in an hour” Lesley said

(Part 04)

James couldn’t believe his luck, not only was he in the cubicle next to hers, but he had a one hour window in which to try and make an impression,
He left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he heard her pull the curtain across he waited for a second and pulled his own curtain open and he found he had timed it to perfection as Emily was standing right there wearing a blue and white one piece swimsuit.
“Hello Emily” he said dressed in a toga
“Oh James” she said almost jumping out of her skin
“You made me jump, I didn’t know you were here”
“I had to get changed for a rather fussy client” he said as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.
She blushed when she noticed him looking at her protruding nipples but made no move to cover them up,
“Do you come here often?” she said trying to cover her embarrassment and failing but they both laughed.
“Wow it’s really nice to see you in a swimsuit” he said
“You look so good”
This made her quite flustered so as he stared into her eyes he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle and pulled the curtain.
“Wont anyone wonder where you are” she said feebly but he ignored her and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and she stood on tip toe so she could reach up her arms and gripped him around the neck like a bear trap.
It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot liquid kiss with darting tongues of passion while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.
James sat down on the little bench so the diminutive little girl was now above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his with her lips still locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorted in air and his hands continued their travels up and down her spine but he was desperate to play with her treasures so he steered her tiny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
Emily refused to relinquish contact of her lips on his until the moment her cute little arse made contact with his lap and their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him her most angelic smile before locking on to him again.
James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.

(Part 05)

James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.
He fondled her breast for a few minutes, which was nice but he wanted more so his hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.
They stopped kissing and Emily dropped her arms to her sides and let him pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out of them one at a time but she held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand and then she kissed him again briefly before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.
Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful pert pink confections previously hidden from his sight and they sat there and quivered before his libidinous eyes topped by small pink nipples.
As his hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples Emily’s arms gripped tighter and although her face was still buried deep in the crook of his neck he could still hear her murmur.
As beautiful as her titties were, he quickly began tiring of them so he moved his playful hand down across her belly and inside her costume and in response her body stiffened and she held her breath as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress.
James’ fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied before momentarily resting on her prominent mound and then down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch and she grabbed a handful of his toga and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.
His cock was hard beneath her soft buttocks as he continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the mouthful of toga, as she came beneath his touch.
Her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he would have liked to have taken her further with his frigging and then finish her with his cock but he was already late for his session with Ancient Roma man and besides he didn’t want their first engagement to be some torrid sordid shag in a glorified cupboard.
He was fairly confident, as he sat there with his fingers still wet with her cunny juice, that there would be time enough for sordid sex encounters at a later date.
But he knew they would conclude their business another day to be a certainty even before she kissed him a soft and gentle kiss.
So James watched as she recover her lovely titties and then they had a languid affectionate farewell kiss and he pulled back the curtain and she went to work, James had to remain behind for five minutes until his erection subsided sufficiently for him to be able to walk unhindered and every last hint of arousal disappeared when he massaged a fat middle aged man.

(Part 06)

After Emily left James in the changing room sporting a serious erection beneath his toga she went to attend Karen Cho in the wet rooms and witnessed her having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
She watched on as the usually sweet and pretty Karen was screaming in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end as her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.
And she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and Emily realized why she needed the swimsuit.

It had been a real eye opening experience and on top of her short interlude with James it had left her more than a little horny.
But she was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom at her parents’ house that night.

She was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams and just down right dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was to the massage and sauna suite to see James.
However he was with a client when she got there so she went back to reception and checked his calendar and was horrified to discover her was booked solidly until lunch and then he only had a twenty minute break and then he was booked again until 4pm.

Emily wasn’t the only one to wake up that morning seriously horny, James had also had a disturbed night’s sleep and his porn field dreams were pretty much exclusively about Emily who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying the beautiful Miss Riley.

After her disappointing discovery in reception she went about her business but everywhere she turned there was reminders of her frustration.
She watched maids stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and stuffing the joy covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled.
Dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, the dirty lucky cows.

Even when she went up to the costume department to collect some costumes for a session after lunch, she saw the heaps of used costumes that had been leaked on and squirted over, all of which made her lustfully wistful.

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

(Part 07)

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

As she walked in his direction he gave her a lecherous appraisal she was small and slim but there were curves to her as well and just as he was remembering the sensual feel of her breasts she caught sight of him.
“Hi James” she said and tottered over to him carrying costume bags in each hand.
“You look even more gorgeous today than usual” he said and he stooped down to kiss her.
“What are you up to?” he asked, hoping the answer was nothing so he could reacquaint himself with her gorgeous body.
“I’m helping in the play rooms” she said a little breathless and her cheeks were flushed “I have the costumes”
He had seen her breathless and flushed the day before and he felt a slight trouser tickle as he remembered the circumstances.
“That’s a shame I was hoping for another cuddle” he said
“Me too” She replied more enthusiastically than she intended and blushed
“So who are you dressing up as?” he queried
“I’m a maid” she replied “I haven’t tried it on yet, I hope it’s not too sexy”
“It’s bound to be with you in it” he said and made her giggle and blush.
“So what are you doing next then?” she asked
“I have one more session,” he replied “and then nothing until 5 o’clock”
“Really I thought you were booked up until four”
“I was but I had a cancelation” he said “So once I’m done I’m going to have a snooze in one of the day rooms”
The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.
But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients.
“Well I’d better go or I’ll be late and I won’t have time to change into my costume” she said and then she blushed because of a salacious thought that crossed her mind, so she hurried off.
“Ok I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see you wearing it” he called after her and as she walked away she was blushing an even deeper red than before.

(Part 08)

As Emily walked towards the play rooms she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her session, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Emily went about her duties over the next couple of hours she was met with every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

There was a double spank and wank in the Disney Room, a beautifully young girl being rogered from behind by a big black stallion on the hay bales in the stable room, Callum was fucking a stern looking business women bent over an office desk, then there was the doctors and nurses scene with Molly and her girlfriend Samantha and the bizarre yet captivating scene of a shy thirty something being skewered up the trap door of her thermal underwear.
Salacious didn’t really cover it but despite a deep feeling of utter arousal she had to keep herself in check until the time came when she could unleash her passion and indulge in her own shameful exploits in the most titillating way possible.

When he finished with his last client he spent half an hour or so pottering around and tidied away the bottles of lotions and potions, gathered up the used towels and put them in the laundry, then he squirted antibacterial spray on the tables and wiped them clean.
When he was done and he was satisfied it was ready for his 5 o’clock he walked up to reception and got one of the dayroom keys from Agnes.

He used the keycard and walked in and was immediately assailed by the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the window so his first action was to draw the curtains then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes and then he promptly fell asleep.

“Hi Agnes, has James Ford-Bannister been up for a day room key?” she asked
“Yes luvvie” she replied “room 55”
“Can I have a spare key?” Emily asked
“What for…” Agnes began “Are you and James at it?”
“No not yet” Emily replied bashfully “Not until you give me the spare key”
Emily then went onto explain about the flirting and the suggestive talk and the caressing and such like and finally what had gone on the day before in the costume department changing room.
“You lucky cow” Agnes said “He’s gorgeous, but he wouldn’t look at me twice”
“Do you think I’m a tart?” Emily asked “by doing what I’m going to do”
“No I do not” Agnes replied very definitely “if he was to flirt with me just once I’d have him on his back in an instant and ride him like a slutty cowgirl”
Emily giggled at the thought of it and then Agnes handed her the spare keycard and added
“Go get him you lucky girl”

(Part 09)

James had fallen asleep on the large leather sofa in room 55 and he awoke suddenly to find Emily Riley standing in the doorway.
He wasn’t sure if it was real or whether he was dreaming about her again so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there.
It must have been the sound of the door opening and closing that had stirred him from his slumber because she hadn’t made a sound and she didn’t speak.
Emily just stood there dressed as a housemaid.
Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, he liked the collar and cuffs to match, blacks tights, at least he presumed them to be tights anyway and heels to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a white frilly apron and a matching hat on her heed, James thought she looked very sexy, but to be honest he wanted her so badly that he would have thought she looked sexy in a black bin bag.
Without either of them speaking Emily reached behind her and undid her apron and dropped it on the floor as she walked slowly towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
James could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her black tights.
Emily leant forward and put a hand on the back of the sofa to support herself allowing the full weight of her tits to hang seductively inviting in their black lace holster and then she kissed him in a wet, passionate, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.
When she stopped she stood up, and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the sofa, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.

At that point he intended to pick her up and carry her to the bed but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the four poster which to an onlooker would have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the bed they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining area, where they came to a stop and he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they swung invitingly free until he got his hands on them and they were every as delicious as they had been the last time he fondled them.
James then I pushed her backwards onto the table and began sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples, suckling on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize which had haunted his dreams the night before.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her teats and when he stopped sucking on her tits he left them wet, misshapen and swollen.
James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

(Part 10)

James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

“Oh God James” she moan as he licked her out, which was the first time she had spoken and then one of her shoes fell off while he noshed on her.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue she very soon came long and hard.
James stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet and discarded them.
“Do it here” Emily begged “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
But he didn’t want the first time he had her to be on the table like a slutty buffet in the same way he hadn’t wanted to fuck her in the changing room the day before.
No” he said sternly and she looked at him quite crestfallen until he added
“I want you in bed”
This was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran across the room like a rat up a drainpipe and jumped on the bed.
Emily was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he reached the bed
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The white frilly hat lay discarded on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and as he looked down at her Minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Emily bounced, everything bounced although his eyes focused on her tits.
“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and then she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and she hurriedly began undoing his trousers
“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue poked out the side of her mouth.
“There he is” Emily said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the throbbing beast and her eyes were fixed on it until she looked up at his face as she played with his cock.
James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

(Part 11)

James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.
James could feel Emily’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound and then she looked up and smiled wickedly before she devoured him again with her hot mouth.
James could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.
Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Honey” he gasped
James was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she was enjoying her task but he didn’t want her to suck him off, not that day anyway.
But he needn’t have worried because Emily suddenly relinquished her oral assault on his cock and leapt up and taking him completely by surprise she shoved him hard so he fell onto the bed, this was no mean feat considering she was five foot nothing and he was six foot four.
“Get on your back” she commanded and he duly complied and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.
“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on James again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, that with all the images of her he had had the night before and all the scenarios he experienced none of them hinted for a moment that she would expertly perform on him in such a satisfying way.
Unlike the previous times he had a girl riding him Emily remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede with her James just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot his hot cream into her.

Emily was such a surprisingly good fuck that James was in no rush to let her leave his bed and he let her have him again before he let her go back to work.
What made it special wasn’t just the sex, which was outstanding, it was special because there was also love.

It wasn’t the last costume sex game they played together and they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the day rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed.
Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair would just suck him dry.

Party Favor

When I was 15 I went to a house party, at the home of a friend of a friend and that was when I saw her.
She was way out of my league I knew that from the outset, she was five years older than me for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, but I thought there was no harm in looking.
Anyway after a couple of beers I got brave and started to flirt with her and I was really chuffed that she was a really good sport and flirted back.
Well we kept that up for a while and then she asked for a refill of her glass so I went off to the kitchen.
I thought it was probably just ruse to get rid of me but then it had only been a bit of fun.
However to my surprise, not only had she not done a runner but she was waiting for me in the hall and steered me expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth.
Our mouths parted long enough for me to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out. "I thought we were only flirting"
"You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on me again.
"Perhaps you could teach me," I suggested
“Ok" she replied a leant her face towards me and gently touched her lips against mine.
“A little more I think” I said
"You’d like me to teach you some more?" she asked smiling.
"Oh yes" I replied and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
Then our lips met again and opened on contact with tongues flicking.
I had never had a French kiss before and I hoped she wouldn’t notice,
She pulled herself away from my over enthusiastic efforts and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"You're not a bad kisser" she said kindly
"You're a good teacher" I told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and unzipped my fly.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (08) The Power of Lust

(Part 01)

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.

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to Yvonne’s Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff, Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinate on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was also very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, 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.
Some of the requests that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

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.

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years since before the change but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.
He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.
But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.

(Part 02)

The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid ones.
Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.
Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.

That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.
Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.
And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms but everything came at a price.

The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet for the staff to get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.

But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves.
Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.
But he was unable to read the signs and therefore was unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.
He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.

(Part 03)

The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.
And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three.
However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.
She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.
But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.
She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.
In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as
Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.
Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.
Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.
Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.
So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.
She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.

Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.
She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.
But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact.
Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.

And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston.
She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact.

(Part 04)

Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.
Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.
He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.

Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.

29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.

The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.
Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.

Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.

It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

(Part 05)

Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.
Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.
Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.
Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.
So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.
It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.
This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny.

She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.
She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.

Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.
“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said
“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.

When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.

(Part 06)

Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.
They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.
Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.
Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.
She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.
“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said
“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.
Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.
“You’re very tense” He said
“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.
Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.
Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.
“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her
“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.
“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified
“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”
She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.

“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.
“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”
“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”
When she was back in her robe she said
“I will see you again next month then”
“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”
“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”
“Bye then” he said
“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.

(Part 07)

Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box.

Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.
It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.
But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.
The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.

But before Tim could go and wank himself limp in the shower he had to complete the form on his computer for the session with Samantha and then he would send it to reception for Agnes to complete the billing.

While Tim was completing his clerical duties Samantha was already in the shower washing the lust of her gorgeous body and trying to resist the temptation to flick herself off.

When Tim had sent the completed form to reception he headed towards the shower, and as he always did when he needed to relieve his tension he went to one of the disabled showers which were more spacious and had a single shower and a lockable door.

So he walked briskly across to the shower block wearing only a towel wrapped his middle and without hesitating entered the first vacant shower room, which was still steamy from the previous occupant.

He walked in and closed the door and then paused to lock it but he realized the lock was broken, but by that stage he had past the point of no return, he had to either wank himself off or his balls would explode.
Tim took a single step towards the cubicle when Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.
He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.
Then he suddenly said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”
At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until he reached the sanctuary of room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down.
“Oh fantastic, you’re still there, that’s just what I need” he said to his erection “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, that was very embarrassing you should be as limp as a lettuce leaf, not all hard and ready for action”
And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.
“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.

(Part 08)

“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips, gesturing him to silence.
She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, and she was not disappointed with what she saw, his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.
So she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.
As they kissed, he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
Tim placed his other hand on one of her wonderful breasts and then she surprisingly employed her other hand on her thick black bush and started fingering her pussy.
They continued to kiss and then after what seemed like an eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the table, she stood in front of him and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her hot cunny down his shaft.
Tim let out a gasp and Samantha released a long soft moaning sigh in response to the first length of cock she had received for seven years.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” Samantha said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.
As she did so, she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning loudly with each penetration, her lips sliding from the tip of his shaft down to the root greasing his balls with every stroke.
Suddenly Samantha stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying,
“Get on your back”
Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes on his shaft before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their salty tang and he eagerly obliged by starting at the tender flesh between her anus and her pussy, but in an instant he was tasting her juice and sucking on her flesh.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing on his face with pleasure as he devoured her flesh until she shuddered and moaned in noisy orgasm.
All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.

(Part 09)

All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.
Tim rapidly crawled off the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her soft belly, her plump tits, pausing to suck on her teats before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in passionate combat his throbbing cock homed in on her wet crack like a guided missile or perhaps that should be a guided muscle.
Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they both sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in utter ecstasy.
Tim rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period until he looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting for?”
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“If I had done it sooner it wouldn’t have been like that,”
It was the seven years of abstinence and frustration that built her up to that explosive crescendo.

She felt guilty of course, she was a married woman, and she loved Derek with all her heart, she had tried so hard to remain faithful but she came off the wagon in a big way.
“Have you ever wanted to?” she asked “with me I mean”
“Since the first day you came here” he admitted
“Why didn’t you then?” she asked
“I was too scared” he replied
“What about you?”
“I didn’t because I’m married, and I thought it would be a betrayal, but I was weak” she said “And in the end all it took was a look at your cock, that’s how weak I am”
“So you feel guilty then?”
“I should do” she replied “but you just gave me something that Derek can never give me again”

They lay in silence after her revelation and shortly afterwards Sam drifted off to sleep whereas Tim stayed awake with his arm around her and he was feeling very pleased with himself.
He had plenty of time before his next massage so he was happy to enjoy the afterglow.
He wasn’t concerned about being discovered because Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
So she was happy as long as her staff doing the business didn’t get in the way of the business.

As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thoughts began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.

(Part 10)

As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thought began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.
When she stirred from her slumber she had a question for him.
“Why did you react the way you did when you saw me in the shower?” She asked
“Naked in the shower” he corrected her
“Ok naked” she agreed
“But why?” She asked “you could have had be there and then, it wouldn’t have taken much persuasion”
So he told her the whole story, all about the way he felt about her when he touched her and ended by saying.
“And because I would have been taking advantage of the situation, of you”
“Oh”
“But as it turned out you took advantage of me which was much more exciting” he said and laughed
“Oh was it?” Sam said with a giggle “Well you haven’t said what you were doing in the shower when I was at my most vulnerable”
“Ah well…” he began and went scarlet and then she knew exactly what he went there for and exclaimed.
“You were going to have a wank weren’t you?”
“I…” he stammered
“You were?” she said triumphantly “You got so turned on massaging me that you needed a wank”
“Yes” he admitted
“So let me get this straight, I turned you on so much you were going to wank yourself off”
“Yes” he confirmed and after a short pause she said
“Cool, that’s really horny”
“Well as you’ve had a little dose and you’re feeling horny we have time to do it again” he said hopefully
“We could do that unless you would prefer to go for a wank” she said and laughed so hard she almost fell off the table.
He just looked down my nose at her and said
“Do you want to do it again or not?”
“Oh God yes” She said and when she had hold of his cock she added
“By the way, I was going to do myself as soon as I got home”

After another toe curling shag on the massage table it was settled that she would return to him once a month for a massage as she used to do, with two small provisos, the first one being that she got all the “extras” and the second was that she got them in one of the hotel rooms.

Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and so decided to chance his arm with some of his other fanciable clients and it was late in the afternoon on the following day when he had another of his regulars, Karen Clarke, who he had lusted over for almost as long as Samantha, kneeling on his table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while the other was frigging her pussy, or at least two fingers on it were.
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from her as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang.

(Part 11)

There was a very satisfying audible squelching from Karen as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang, he abandoned her buttocks and took the phone from his pocket with his dry hand and he saw it was Samantha.
“Listen Tim, I can’t wait for a month I’m horny now and it’s only been a day, can you fit me in tomorrow, the whole afternoon?”
“No problem” he said
“Fantastic” she said “I can’t wait, I’m getting wet already”
“There’s a lot of it about” he mumbled with his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness.
“What was that Tim?” she asked
“Nothing, I’m just busy with a client” He lied
“If you’re sure its ok I’ll see you tomorrow, bye” and with that she hung up so he slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked at Karen fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her pussy until he made her cum, big time.
Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.
“I don’t mind if I do Ms. Clarke” as he wriggled out of his trousers and pants.

Having bent herself over the end of the table her hands gripped the edge and her ginger cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her and in an instant he was in her up to his aching balls.
“Oh God Tim” She moaned, “That feels so good”
Tim withdrew and paused momentarily but Karen was so impatient to have it back in her that she pushed her pussy back onto him until he was fully back inside her.
She moaned loudly and smiled smugly over her shoulder at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
Then he reached around and cupped her large white breasts and gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the table tightly to brace herself.
Karen gave great panting moans in response to each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.
The table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as they gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Tim had let go of her tits to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the tiled 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 the face peering back over her shoulder, 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 into her and she collapsed in a sweaty panting heap, and looked for all the world like the aftermath of an erotic buffet.
Tim slapped her buttock playfully and pulled out of her wet pussy and he smiled when he noticed the table had moved two feet from its original position.

“Now that’s what I call a proper massage” she said still draped over the table, when she had finally stopped panting
“You enjoyed it then” he said
“It was very adequate” she replied and chuckled, which made her buttocks wobble and then her fanny farted and she laughed more.
“Adequate? Cheeky mare” he said and spanked her arse and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her cheek and he chuckled.
“I’ll take you off the list then shall I?”
“No, no” she said with alarm and lifted herself up onto her elbows, but when she turned to look he was smiling.

After that day Karen Clarke’s name joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which would grow over the coming weeks and months until all he had were special clients.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (07) Cathy’s Tail

(Part 01)

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.

Almost the moment 31 year old Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun, Cathy Ridge fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.

It wasn’t that Tom didn’t fancy Cathy, he did in a big way, but he had a golden rule which he had never broken and that was not to get romantically of sexually involved with a colleague even if they were drop dead gorgeous like she was.

But it all came to a head when he was in one of the role playing rooms with Michele DeWerth, the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense.
They had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21st birthday and her first action as a financially independent young woman was to get spanked, wanked, noshed and fucked in the Stable Room at the House of Fun.
Three out of four were ably performed by Tom Rowlands but the fourth was done by Cathy Ridge, who was only there to observed, but decided to join in the fun and nosh off the birthday girl.
This act made him want her even more and she made it perfectly clear that he could have her any time he chose.
And he was finding it increasingly difficult to say no.

It wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet.
The staff would often get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases.
But despite all of the presidents Tom remained resolute and Cathy remained frustrated.

(Part 02)

Yvonne Makin believed the transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a struggling business and she was correct in part at least.
So in an attempt to boost visitors she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and a restaurant.
And the response to the advertisement was more promising that she could possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the Spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.
Which was where Lucy Thomas saw the advertisement and thought it would be the perfect venue for her best friend, Cathy Ridge, to hold her hen weekend.
They were both Aroma therapists at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and they had both been to the Pangmere Spa before and thought it would be a giggle.
For a while Yvonne thought that her idea was truly inspired, verging on the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

Things were going so well in fact, that Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again, but then came the weekend when, through an oversight, they had Cathy’s hen party and a random stag party booked in at the same time, even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on the wall.

Yvonne however although being worldly wise had, it turned out, led a very sheltered life and couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams what the writing would have said.

Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management, both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no crossover of parties, and the staff managed to keep them apart, until that is, the quantity of alcohol consumed eroded all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the lusty room hopping took over and it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.
Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of the other party.
The bride to be being Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

It’s true to say that Yvonne had her eyes well and truly opened that night but she never imagined that only a few months later she would be witnessing far more explicit behaviour on a daily basis and she would never raise an eyebrow.

(Part 03)

After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy Ridge and Lucy Thomas, gave up the world of Aroma Therapy and became two of Yvonne’s best “performers” in the S and M rooms of the House of Fun, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal of pain and pleasure.

Cathy and her friend Lucy Thomas chose a change of career from Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy when Yvonne changed from her business from a Spa to a Sin Palace.
The financial rewards were far superior to Aroma Therapy, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy the most.

Cathy broke up with her fiancé and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for long so when Tom Rowlands arrived in Pangmere she was unattached, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp and that was what happened.

However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.
Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.
Cathy and Lucy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round to console her.

However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate perhaps because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
And he consoled her with his huge cock whenever and wherever she wanted.

Since her best friend was so loved up and loving it up her Cathy felt her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.
But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.

Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, sometimes together but mainly alone.
Her clientele were a mixed bunch, no particular ages, professions, social backgrounds, or indeed genders and she didn’t care she just enjoyed the power she held over them and they were all feeling her tension.
But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.
But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.

(Part 04)

After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress Michele DeWerth.
She was a first timer at the House of Fun and she had chosen package 11 which was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.
And Tom Rowlands was to tend to her needs, he was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.
And Cathy was assign the role of the “Gooseberry”, which was an important figure for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do.

Cathy looked on as Tom went about his task spanking young Michele’s perfect little cheeks and she got turned on then she watched as Tom fingered her juicy pussy and she got hotter and wetter until the moment he made both girls cum.
Which was when Michele became aware of her presence.

Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.
All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.

She quickly stripped and took her turn being spanked and wanked and when he had made her orgasm she did something she had never done before or even thought of doing before she licked a girl’s pussy.

Unfortunately for Tom, Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,
So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.

Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.
The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.

(Part 05)

It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.
“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”

As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
But despite the obvious mutual attraction she couldn’t seem to make any headway.

Michele DeWerth spent another two days at the Hotel but Cathy hadn’t managed to reacquaint herself with her tidy little bod, which also disappointed her, however they did share a tender kiss before she checked out and promises were made for her next visit which would be very soon after.

Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s erotica express.
Michele was going to be very firmly in the latter camp.

Yvonne walked out of the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she emerged into the corridor, her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched one of her new boys enthusiastically shagging a middle-aged thoracic surgeon from the Winston Churchill hospital.
She was well aware of the unresolved sexual tension between Tom and Cathy and to be quite honest she just wished they’d get on with it and fuck.
So when she saw Cathy approaching the staff room with a purposeful look in her eye she was hopeful.
“If you’re looking for Tom he’s in there luvvie” she said indicating with a gesture of her thumb.
“Thanks Yvonne”
“And you have the place to yourself for at least half an hour” Yvonne added and raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Oh ok” Cathy replied

(Part 06)

Cathy had been chatting with Agnes, the Receptionist, while she updated the appointment calendar and as she left reception Cathy glanced at her watch and realised she had nothing booked for the next hour so she thought she would go and look for Tom and try to force herself on him, she was incredibly horny, which seemed to be her default position of late, if her assault on Tom failed it would have to be a thorough fingering in the voyeur rooms.
What she really needed was some cock, Toms in particular, but if she didn’t wet his balls very soon she would have to find another one, and she wouldn’t have to look far, Cathy was a highly sought after piece of tail, so there would be a lengthy queue to give her a length.
But she hadn’t given up on Tom yet.

When the turned the corner she saw Yvonne just leaving the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
Everybody knew she enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, but she wasn’t aware of that.
Nobody thought it was particularly unsavoury, it certainly wasn’t unusual and as Cathy approached the staff room she wasn’t wearing any either.
“If you’re looking for Tom he’s in there luvvie” Yvonne said indicating with a gesture of her thumb.
“Thanks Yvonne” Cathy replied a little confused.
Why would Yvonne think she was looking for Tom?
“And you have the place to yourself for at least half an hour” Yvonne added and raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Oh ok” Cathy said even more confused
How could Yvonne possibly know that she wanted to be alone with him?
She turned the handle and pushed on the door and stepped inside.
She was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked across the room.
She was wearing a thigh length black leather dress that hugged her figure, well what figure she had.
Cathy was a tall girl, slim but curvy, with perfectly proportioned breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible through the taught fabric.
The leather also showed off her hips and round arse, her stunning legs were clad in black fishnet stockings and she walked gracefully on four inch heels.
“Wow you look hot” Tom said looking up from his laptop, and the moment he looked up he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Oh these are just my work clothes” she said dismissively
She then sat down on the chair next to him and her liberally applied perfume enveloped him.
“So what are you doing?” she asked hoping that the next thing he would be doing was her.
“Oh I’m just catching up on my emails” he said
“So I won’t be stopping you from doing anything important when I do this then” She said and kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back in the chair and invading his mouth with her tongue.

(Part 07)

“So what are you doing?” she asked hoping that the next thing he would be doing was her.
“Oh I’m just catching up on my emails” he said
“So I won’t be stopping you from doing anything important when I do this then” She said and kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back in the chair and invading his mouth with her tongue.
“What about your clients?” he asked between kisses
“I don’t have any for an hour” she replied and stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged his free period going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to proceed in this new direction because she was a colleague.
She had pushed his chair back against the wall.
“She’s your friend and colleague” a voice in his head said
“Who are you trying to kid, you want her with every fibre of your being?” he answered himself and returned her kiss with interest.
Cathy climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on her braless breast and caressed it through the leather and the other on her deliciously tender bum cheek.
On its way to her arse his hand surveyed the landscape of her torso and found the dress was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a slender girl like Cathy couldn’t pull on a garment like that on over her head, so how the hell was he going to get into it.
It was difficult to problem solve when all the blood had left his brain and headed for his cock, but as if Cathy had received his question telepathically she sat up right on his lap and reached down to the hem of her leather dress and unzipped about 12 inches of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit, then she gave him a lascivious grin and resumed her previous position, and as she did so he thought he was certain sure that her zip would go a good deal higher than that.

Once they had settled back down to the comfortable if passionate kissing they had been indulging in, Tom’s hand left her nipple and travelled to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch so he slid his palm from her knee along the top of her thigh which had been exposed by the open zip.
As his hand passed that point his wrist reached the top of the slit but it only moved about another inch.
Tom withdrew his hand and found the zip with his fingers and moved it slowly upward higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a great shard of pink flesh stretching from her stocking top to her ribcage.
Tom found himself in a quandary then, as had ease of access to her breasts and her Minge.
He was like a young boy who had been given the keys to the sweet shop and didn’t know what treat to have first.
Tom pondered briefly whether to go for the appetisers that were her plump titties or go straight for the main course which would probably satisfy both their appetites.

(Part 08)

He could see a great shard of pink flesh stretching from her fishnet stocking top to her ribcage and Tom found himself in a quandary, as he had ease of access to her breasts and her Minge.
He was like a young boy who had been given the keys to the sweet shop and didn’t know what treat to have first.
Tom pondered briefly whether to go for the appetisers that were her plump titties or go straight for the main course which would probably satisfy both their appetites.
In the end he thought as he had already decided he was going to get the house special anyway it would have been a little churlish not to have the starters.
Cathy of course didn’t care a jot where he got started as long as he finished the job.
So with his decision made and with his hand at the end of the zip it quickly disappeared inside the gape and settled on the silky naked flesh and Cathy adjusted her position slightly as his hand found her soft plump tit surmounted by a needle hard nipple, they were clearly supersensitive because she gave a little snort and winced at his playful touch.
As much as she was enjoying it he quickly tired of these morsels and his hand descended sharply to her bush, and what a bush it was, it was, longer, thicker and curlier than he was expecting and it momentarily distracted him from his purpose for being down there, her pussy.
At that point she stopped kissing him and sat with her eyes shut and her mouth open with her forehead resting against his.
In anticipation of the arrival of his hand Cathy had swung one leg as close to him as possible and crooked it like she was sitting side saddle on a horse and the other limb she stretched out and braced her foot against the neighbouring chair.
Reluctantly leaving her glorious bush his fingers slipped creamily between her waiting lips and her face contorted and she growled in his face so he stroked her gash again with the same result, and then he repeated it once more before he plunged two fingers inside her hole and she was like a purring lioness.
“Oh Tom” she uttered as he frigged her creamy cunny until she came loud and hard in his face.
A moment later Cathy jumped up from his lap and immediately extricated his now throbbing cock from his trousers and then with a little help from Tom she yanked the garment, including his pants, down to his ankles and off over his feet.
“What about the staff?” he asked “what if they hear and come to investigate?”
“I don’t care who hears or who sees I just want that inside of me” she replied pointing at his cock and then she deftly discarded the remnants of her leather dress.
“You want me that badly?” he queried as his eyes were drawn to the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, which formed a huge hairy triangle.
He only got a fleeting glance of it the last time he saw her naked.

(Part 09)

“I don’t care who hears or who sees I just want that inside of me” she replied pointing at his cock and then she deftly discarded the remnants of her leather dress.
“You want me that badly?” he queried as his eyes were drawn to the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, which formed a huge hairy triangle that occupied the whole of her pelvic region, thankfully it didn’t extend either down her thighs or up to her belly button, that would have been a turn off for him.
He only got a fleeting glance of it the last time he saw her naked.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you” she replied as she climbed on top of him and slid her hot pussy down his shaft.
“At last” she gasped as she greased his balls.
Once Tom was well and truly plugged in to her the acoustic harmonies coming out of her were something to behold as she rose and fell on his shaft.
Her long fishnet stockinged legs were wrapped around the chair and her feet hooked behind the chair legs and as soon as she got a grip on the back of the chair behind him she was able to bang down on him like a jack hammer.
All Tom could do was hang on to her perfect little arse, one cute cheek in each hand, and add to the cacophony with his own moaning until that moment when in almost operatic tones she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance and he could have kicked himself for keeping her at arm’s length for so long.
“Now you know what you’ve been missing” she said panting hard as she slid her hot wet cunt off his wilting cock.
“I do” he replied “and I hope this is only the first of many, I don’t want to miss any more”
Cathy gave him a long appreciative kiss and stood up and as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her fabulous beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck and she looked down at the hairy beast and said
“I know it’s not the modern way” she said and blushed
“But I like it”
“So do I” Tom said very enthusiastically and Cathy laughed, in fact she laughed so hard that her tits jiggled, which made him laugh as well.
When she stopped laughing and her tits stopped dancing for his amusement she asked
“Do you want a drink?”
“No I don’t think so” he replied as he reached out and took hold of her hand “But I’d love another kiss”
“Oh ok” Cathy said coyly “I think I can manage that”

Cathy sat on his lap and wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and they kissed.
It was a much more controlled kiss than the first one but it had the same effect on Tom as he began to arouse again and when Cathy felt it move against her thigh she started to stroke his cock further back to life.

(Part 10)

Yvonne returned to the staff room after what she thought was a reasonable period and thought she would check to see if anything had happened and if it hadn’t then she had resolved to bang their heads together.
When she reached the door to the room Yvonne quietly opened the door, just a crack, and peered in, and she smiled at what she saw.
Tom was sitting on a dining chair, naked from the waist down with Cathy who was naked except for black fishnet stockings sitting on his lap.
The pair were kissing while he fondled her tits and she tugged on his cock.

Yvonne should have respected their privacy and closed the door but she couldn’t take her eyes off them even when Cathy slipped off his lap onto her knees and sucked expertly on his cock.
The only reason she did curtail her viewing was when she was interrupted.

It was Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, who had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to working at the Sin Palace.
Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, who 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.

“What’s going on in there?” Kelly asked
“You should really ask who’s in there” Yvonne replied
“Ooh that sounds intriguing” Claire asked “So who’s in there then?”
“Tom and Cathy” she replied
“Really? Are they doing the dirty?” Kelly asked
“I think you could say that” Yvonne replied
“About bloody time” Claire said “Let’s have a look”
“I think we should give them some privacy” Yvonne said
“Well you were having a good look” Kelly said indignantly
“Well yes” she admitted “That was different”
“Just a quick look” Kelly begged
“Oh ok but just for a minute” She conceded

Yvonne quietly opened the door again, just a crack as before, and the three of them peered in and things had moved on a pace between times.
Cathy was bent over the end of the sofa and Tom was servicing her from behind much to her obvious pleasure as she gripped on to the sofa.

Cathy was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations but he drove on and on and as she went rigid before his loins she rallied all her remaining strength and screamed and then a second later his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.
Cathy then collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged but Tom paused with his hands on her hips and stayed in her a moment longer while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock and he mused that there was something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind and
Cathy thought he could do that to her again anytime he wanted to.

Yvonne thought that was an appropriate moment to leave the couple to enjoy the afterglow moments in peace so she quietly pulled the door to.
“Wow” Kelly said “That was hot”
“I’ll say” Claire agreed
The diminutive pair generally took pleasure from every situation and watch Tom banging Cathy made them very hot so they made their excuses to Yvonne and went off to take pleasure from each other.
Yvonne knew perfectly well what the girls were going to do but even if she didn’t know where, that could have been anywhere the dirty pair had a well-deserved reputation.
Yvonne didn’t mind, after all she had plans herself, which in her case involved a dildo she kept in her desk draw.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (06) Coming of Age

(Part 01)

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 but they were just much steamier than before.
Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s erotica express.

Yvonne Makin believed the transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a struggling business and she was correct in part at least.
So in an attempt to boost visitors she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and a restaurant.
And the response to the advertisement was more promising that she could possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the Spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.
Which was where Lucy Thomas saw the advertisement and thought it would be the perfect venue for her best friend, Cathy Ridge, to hold her hen weekend.
They were both Aroma therapists at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and they had both been to the Pangmere Spa before and thought it would be a giggle.
For a while Yvonne thought that her idea was truly inspired, verging on the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.
Things were going so well in fact, that Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again, but then came the weekend when, through an oversight, they had Cathy’s hen party and a random stag party booked in at the same time, even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on the wall.
Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management, both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no crossover of parties, and the staff managed to keep them apart, until that is, the quantity of alcohol consumed eroded all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the lusty room hopping took over and it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.
Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of the other party.
The bride to be being Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

(Part 02)

After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, gave up the world of Aroma Therapy and were now two of Yvonne’s best “performers” in the S and M rooms of the House of Fun, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal of pain and pleasure.

Lucy Thomas remained engaged to her Childhood sweetheart, Peter, who had no idea about what went wrong on the hen weekend or her change of career from Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy.
He just thought she had left Dancingdean because she had a better offer which in a way she had.
She decided not to tell him the truth because he was a bit of a stick in the mud and wouldn’t have understood what she did, in fact she was sure he would have been shocked that such a place existed let alone the fact that she and her best friend were its star attractions.
The financial rewards were far superior, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy and Lucy.

Cathy broke up with her fiancé and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for long so she was unattached, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp.
However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.

Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.
Cathy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round.

Lucy was very upset by events so Yvonne put her up in a suite in the Hotel for a few days.
However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate.
Callum was particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good looking and physically fit, but mainly because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.

But at 5am the morning after the upset his shovel like hands were well employed as he consoled her with his huge cock in the swimming pool changing rooms.

Since that early morning shag they had spent all their spare time together which left Cathy to feel her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.

(Part 03)

After all of Lucy’s upset she needed somewhere to stay while the split with Peter was finalized and the house was sold so with Cathy being her best friend it was a no brainer because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and with no significant other on the horizon, so she said
“Come and live with me”
Not that she saw much more of her outside work than she did before but that was only because she was all loved up.

But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.

Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, sometimes together but mainly alone.
Her clientele were a mixed bunch, no particular ages, professions, social backgrounds, or indeed genders and she didn’t care she just enjoyed the power she held over them and they were all feeling her tension.
But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.
But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.
After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress, Michele DeWerth.
She was the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense, and they had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21st birthday a month earlier.
More importantly along with her trust fund came her independence and the financial means to do things that her parents really wouldn’t have approved of in anyway.
And it was that new found independence that brought her to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun to indulge all of her nasty fantasies.
For her 21st birthday itself her parents flew her to America in a private jet to go on a riding holiday in Colorado.
She was a pretty girl, only a tiny little thing, with short blonde hair and a sweet smile which belied the wicked thought of lust which filled her head.
But sitting astride a great Honey coloured colt in North America it was to be the only thing between her legs beside her own fingers for the entire holiday and she was determined on her return to Downshire to rectify that situation without delay.
Which was why her first port of call was the House of fun.

(Part 04)

On returning home to Downshire from her pleasant yet sexually frustrating North American Riding holiday, the first thing she did was phone the Spa and book herself in for a three day shagathon.

She had spent many hours on her holidays either while in the saddle or more often beneath the duvet dreaming of the things she wanted done to her, which culminated in her fingering away her sexually frustrations.
Michele even flicked herself off in the toilet on the flight home while her parents slept, but as the plane landed she was still feeling really horny.

The drive to the family home in Tipton seems to take forever, it was both long and uncomfortable, the former due to the horrendous rush hour traffic and latter because of her wet knickers.
So she thought, rightly or wrongly, the best course of action was to make her way to Pangmere as soon as was humanly possible and indulge in some youthful delights.

Almost as soon as they arrived home she was off again, she just took a little time to freshen up, change her pants and throw a few clothes into a bag and then off she went again.

As she drove through the Downshire country side her thoughts were far removed from her appreciation of her beautiful surroundings in fact they were extremely lurid and resulted in the soiling of another pair of knickers, she would very soon run out of clean ones, still she didn’t plan on wearing pants very much for the next few days.

She was not inexperienced sexually, though she was not as well versed in the carnal arts as she would have liked and those experiences she had sampled had not really cut the mustard which was why she wanted to try the play rooms at the House of Fun.

Just before she set off from her home in Tipton she phoned ahead to say she was coming and what time she thought she would arrive.
“I would like to start as soon as possible” she said “Very soon”
“No problem” Agnes the receptionist replied “Did you decide which package you wanted?”
“Oh yes” Michele replied triumphantly “Number 11”
“That a very good choice” Agnes said “We will see you soon”

Package 11 was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.
As soon as Agnes hung up she checked the availability of the “Stable” rooms on the computer and found one of them was still free so she booked it in the name of Michele DeWerth.
After that she check who was on duty and assigned Tom Rowlands to tend to Michele’s needs.
He was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.

But she couldn’t see anyone who could play the gooseberry which was a problem.
The “Gooseberry” was important for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do.
Agnes was left with no alternative but to refer it to Yvonne.

(Part 05)

Yvonne walked into the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she walked into the room her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a headmistress from Childean.
There were a handful of staff in the room and among their number was Tom Rowlands.
“Ah Tom” she said “I think we will have to cancel your outing in the Stable”
“Really? Why? What’s the problem?” he asked
“We don’t have a Gooseberry I’m afraid” she replied
Reading a magazine at the back of the room was Cathy Ridge and her ears pricked up.
She thought that could be her chance to get up close and personal with Tom.
“I can do it” Cathy said
“Thank you Cathy” Yvonne said “But it’s not really your bag”
“I do have more than one string to my bow” Cathy said
“I don’t know” Yvonne retorted “What do you think Tom?”
“I don’t see why not” he replied and smiled at Cathy.
Yvonne thought about it for a moment and looked from Cathy and Tom and back again, and although she thought she might be opening Pandora’s Box putting the pair of them together she said
“Ok, but you need to get changed, this isn’t a job Sadie, wear something more appropriate to the brief”

Cathy went to the costume department where Yvonne’s niece Lesley worked and she kitted Cathy out in an outfit suitable for the stable scenario.
Bib and brace dungarees over a white t-shirt and big blue knickers and wellington boots on her feet.

When Michele arrived at the Hotel she went straight to reception and spoke to Agnes who then proceeded to check her in.
After the process was complete and payments were taken Michele went upstairs to her room and dropped off her bags and immediately returned to reception where Agnes called over one of the support staff, Emily Riley, a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance, who was to take her to the play room.
“Do you need an outfit?” Emily asked “I can take you up to the costume department”
“No I’m fine I already have something with me” Michele replied
“Ok then I’ll take you straight to the fun place” Emily said
“Oh yes please” she replied “I can’t wait”
“Is this your first time here?” Emily asked
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes” Emily replied “You’ll be different next time”
“What if there isn’t a next time?” Michele asked
“Everyone always comes back” she replied and then held the door open and Michele stepped inside and got ready for action.

(Part 06)

Tom was looking forward to his afternoon’s work, and the addition of the lovely Cathy, who he had been hoping to get to know better, added a little spice to proceedings.
He and Cathy got to the room and he pushed it open and walked inside and Cathy followed him but secreted herself out of sight.
“Hello” he called as the door opened.
And inside he found Michele DeWerth in the stable grooming her horse, not a real one as Yvonne wouldn’t allow animals on the premises, wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.
“Oh” she gasped “Tom”
“And what are you up to today?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly Tom”
“Really?” he quizzed “You do have a history of naughtiness”
Michele got anxious and tried to quickly defend herself talking rapidly.
“We got caught out in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” Michele said and she was almost breathless when she finished
“Are you sure that it was the rain that wet your jodhpurs?” he asked “and not your dirty thoughts”
“No it was the rain” she said coyly and blushed deeply and then almost as an afterthought she added.
“Honestly Tom, I’m not a dirty girl”
“I think you are very naughty” he said sternly
“I’m not Tom I’m really not” she said very childlike
“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” He asked and there was a pause
“Well I’ve been a little bit naughty” she said coyly
There were hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them so Tom sat down on the hay bale and lay his bag on the floor.
Michele looked coyly in his direction and putting down her curry comb she walked slowly over to him with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.
“So you must be the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen?” he asked her
“Yes Tom” she answered quietly and he took her by the hand and bent her across his knee.
Tom pulled the jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks
“I think six of the best for such a naughty girl” he said “And I want you to count”
Then he gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Michele said
Then one on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And a very hard one to finish
“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on his lap and then let out a long satisfying sigh.
Tom gazed down at his handiwork, looking down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red, and then he allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the red streaks left by his fingers.
From her perfect, if tarnished cheeks, his fingers traced her delicious shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another languid sigh
Tom craned his neck so he could see as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush.

(Part 07)

Michele could feel his fingers explore her inner thigh and she tensed and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush and she could feel his swollen cock pressing hard into her belly and as his fingers parted her labia she moaned uncontrollably.

Tom elicited the most divine moan from her when he first touched her pussy and when his forefinger entered her she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.

As she lay across his lap she was very satisfied with the first part of her fantasy but she was still aware of his cock pressing against her belly so she was confident part two would be equally satisfying.

Tom looked down at the naughty little kitten purring like a cat as she lay across his lap and he was very much enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she was suddenly startled and quickly climbed off his lap then stared intently at the door.
Tom turned and looked as well and saw Cathy standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.

Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.
All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.

“I think she’s been a naughty girl too” Michele said “she was watching us”
“Really?” he said to Cathy and she nodded in response.
“Well you know what that means” Tom said and Cathy nodded again and quickly kicked off her wellington boots and then almost ran across the stable set and as she stood before Tom she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.
He then gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes, which sported a very large damp patch, and she quickly pulled them down to her knees briefly exposing her beautiful furry bush before launching herself across his knees.
“Can I count Tom” Michele begged as she was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.
“Yes” Tom answered “six of the best again I think”
Michele nodded and then he gave a firm crisp slap on Cathy’s right cheek
“One” Michele said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the right again
“Three”
Then the left
“Four”
Then another crisp slap on the right
“Five” Michele said with glee “now do the next one hard”
So as instructed by Michele Tom gave Cathy a very hard smack to finish.
“SIX” Michele yelled as Cathy squirmed on his lap.
Tom looked down at his handiwork again and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.

(Part 08)

Tom’s cock prodded Cathy’s belly as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.
He watched her lying across him as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his experienced digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
And as he did Michele leant forward so she could whisper in his ear.
“She’s looking at my nonny”
He looked down at Cathy and through her tousled hair he could see she definitely had her eyes on Michele’s bejeweled prize.
Michele self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover herself.
“Don’t cover it up” Tom said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”
This was not part of her fantasy but reluctantly Michele obliged and Cathy murmured and sighed
“Cathy likes what she sees” Tom said to her “it’s making her very wet”
“It’s making me wet” Michele admitted as she spread her legs wider still.
It didn’t take long after that to finish Cathy off and after he had brought her to a climax she wriggled off his lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards Michele open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Cathy found the prized delicacy and feasted on it with relish.

Unfortunately Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap, on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,
So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.

Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.
The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.

It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.
“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”

As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.

(Part 09)

As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.

Tom watched her walk away and then he went through the stable door and saw Michele lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.
But as his curled beast was reawakening he was interested in lips of a different kind.
“Well this time you have definitely been naughty” he said standing over her and she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Yes very naughty” she said and the smile turned into a grin.
“But I don’t want another spank” she said quickly as she rose up onto her knees in front of him, Tom inclined his head to kiss her and she obliged him enthusiastically.
Michele’s lips tasted of Cathy, and he suspected they would again sometime soon.
The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for his belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then equally quickly moved on to his flies,
Once she had pulled the zipper down, Toms trousers and pants quickly followed, then she roughly grabbed hold of his cock.
“It’s sticky” Michele said and giggled
“It was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky” he said and Michele giggled again and then took his sticky cock in her mouth.
Tom suspected that on that day she had experienced many firsts and he was almost certain she’d never sucked on a cock before, he had been on the receiving end on many occasions and as enthusiastic as she was she was not the most proficient but it was serving its purpose.
When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock standing perpendicularly proud and the dirty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing cock as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft.
And the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound which made him grow inside her.
Tom made Michele remove her sweater and he saw her glorious little naked body for the first time.
She had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples which jiggled deliciously and if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it as she set about riding him to the finish line.

(Part 10)

As things progressed with Michele riding on Tom’s cock it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and she was not all together in command.
So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand Tom pulled her tightly onto him and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and he was on his knees.
She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.
Tom then proceeded to finish what Michele had started but with all the activity on a hay bale, not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and Michele went along with it.
But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before him he plugged into her tight cunny in an instant.
He wasn’t all together sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind as he toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, hard, and Tom gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her to the finish line.

Reluctantly, Tom withdrew from the comfortable heat of her pussy and she immediately turned around and hugged him.
“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday treat ever”
It wasn’t actually her birthday but it had come about as a direct result of coming of age and receiving the financial independence to indulge her fantasies but although it wasn’t strictly speaking her birthday it was very much a treat, and one she would be indulging in again and again.
“Happy birthday” Tom said and hugged her back.

Tom had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bales watching Michele wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together.
Tom’s duties were complete but he was in no rush to leave, glanced at his watch and then at Michele with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket, and he decided he would stay and watch her a little bit longer.
Normally when the deed was done he made a polite exit.

“So what do you have in mind for your next session?” he asked “another treat?”
“Oh yes” she replied “I have loads of things in mind”
“And a few new ones I’m guessing after today” He said
“Oh yes” Michele replied wistfully

Tom was of course referring to Cathy’s unexpected involvement in proceedings which resulted in the noshing of each other’s pussies, a first for both participants.
Michele had a lengthy play book, full of sexy scenarios, that she was anxious to bring to fruition.
However the inclusion of a girl, or perhaps girls, had hitherto gone unconsidered in her fantasies.
Going forward that would very much have to change.

As Michele had gone silent he assumed she was digesting what he had said and contented himself watching her.
She was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch in silence as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jeans and then she bent over and her breasts hung down seductively as one at a time she pulled on her shoes.

All too soon it was over and she was fully dressed and walking towards him.
“Well I hope I’m included in another of your “Treats”” Tom said and kissed her forehead
“God yes” she exclaimed

Although it was relatively early she went to her room and ordered room service, and in bed and asleep by nine, she was completely exhausted, partly due to jet lag but mainly because of the number of times she had cum.
So she slept and dreamt about Cumming again the next day.