(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.
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.
When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.
With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.
In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.
As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed.
Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.
She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable, and on the occasion of her 52nd birthday she discovered just how desirable.
(Part 02)
Yvonne Makin had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought 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 and the morning of her 52nd birthday was no exception.
While Yvonne was walking the corridors knickerless and sticky lipped, Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.
He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.
(Part 03)
After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.
So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” he retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly
His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.
Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.
(Part 04)
Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.
The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
She was a small dark haired woman in her fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
Polly wander off and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.
She paused and watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then she smiled and moved on.
Although she wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions to the library.
(Part 05)
Yvonne had offered to show Paul to the Hotel Library, which Paul was surprised to hear existed.
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.
When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.
While Polly was in the hot and horny heaven of the voyeur room, Paul was in heaven of a different kind, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”
“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.
He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.
He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said
“I will return to you later”
Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.
“What happened to your tights?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out
“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.
But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.
“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”
She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.
(Part 06)
Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.
It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.
As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.
When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.
“So where are you going?” Polly asked
“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”
“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”
“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”
“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek
Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.
There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.
He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.
At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man.
“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.
Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.
Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”
(Part 07)
Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.
“I’m going for a swim”
“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.
Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.
She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.
Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself””
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
(Part 08)
“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed
It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.
Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.
It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.
When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.
After Paul had excused himself Polly and Geoff had eyes only for each other so they weren’t aware that Paul paused before he went back upstairs and watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way.
They were also blissfully unware of Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors a little the worse for wear, through drink and only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt or that Paul followed her to make sure she didn’t come to any harm.
(Part 09)
Yvonne Makin was in a relationship with Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
But on that night he was supposed to be taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled about it because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.
She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.
When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.
She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin.
She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.
Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant.
She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.
“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.
He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.
So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.
After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.
So that was why she returned to the Hotel pissed and why Paul thought she would need looking after.
But Polly and Geoff didn’t know any of that when they were sitting in the hotel bar and wouldn’t have been interested anyway if they did because they only had eyes and thoughts only for each other.
(Part 10)
Polly and Geoff sat in the bar from the moment Paul left them and were completely besotted with each other.
When Paul went to help Yvonne they were sat as close to each other as it was possible to get, and they were staring intently into each other’s eyes at the moment Paul picked Yvonne up and carried her up the stairs.
They were actually holding hands by the time Paul was splitting Yvonne’s whiskers for the first time as she was bent over the sofa in their suite.
By the time they got to the fourth drink they were the only two customers left and the staff were hinting at the lateness of the hour.
Unfortunately for the staff they were still completely absorbed by each other so continued to drink.
They were brought back to the moment by a loud crash, which was the result of a bar maid deliberately dropped a tray of glasses and it was shortly after that when the penny dropped that the bar staff had had enough even if they hadn’t.
The convention is that the staff are obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests are wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
So Geoff said
“Shall we go?”
Polly nodded and he helped her slip her jacket on and then they drained their glasses before they bade the long-suffering bar staff a good night.
They reluctantly walked down the hall and were unsure what to do next.
Neither of them wanted the evening to end but were unsure how to prolong it.
Polly not only didn’t want the evening to end she wanted him, she was red hot and ready to fuck.
But she was not confident enough in her sexuality that he felt the same way.
But he did in fact Geoff thought she was gorgeous, tall and slender with nice long legs.
“I don’t know about you but I’m not tired yet” she said
“No nor me” he said
So they were both on the same page however that didn’t solve the problem of what to do but while Polly was trying to think of something he said
“Why don’t we go and explore”
“Great idea” she replied and took hold of his hand
They walked around for about half an hour, largely in silence, and only saw two other people and they suddenly emerged from a voyeur room.
“Well that’s one for the wank bank” the first one said
“It’s definitely in mine” said the other one
When they were alone again she asked quietly
“What’s a wank bank?”
“Well” he began “it’s a sexual image you have in your head that you draw on when you’re…..”
“Wanking” she said
“Exactly” he said and then they continued on their way until they saw a sign on a door and they stopped and looked at each other and smiled before they entered the library, which was deserted.
“It’s a very nice library” he said
“I agree, it’s not bad at all” she said then she kissed him
The fact that he had been imagining just that development all evening and because she was dressed entirely in black attire his cock started to throb like a V8 engine so he returned her kiss with interest.
(Part 11)
In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close to him.
Geoff’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks then he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one underneath it.
When he had both hands up her skirt he began dragging her tights down, which moved easily off her narrow hips.
Polly pulled her lips away from his at that point and he was fully expecting her to call a halt to proceedings but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights honey, they’re my last pair”
“I think you should be wearing stockings anyway” he replied so she nodded her agreement and her mouth clamped back over his and her tongue continued to energetically explore his mouth while he continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to find her pussy and was soon probing between her thighs and slipped a finger into her crack.
Polly stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his she moaned coarsely at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face then she collapsed to her knees and pulled him down with her.
But as soon as they were face to face they kissed again before he pushed her away.
“Turn around honey” he said
She followed his instructions as he undid his trousers and he was on his knees behind her so he could do her on all fours on the library floor.
Geoff lifted her skirt off her buttocks and then he entered her superlatively tight cunt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said
“Shut up and do me” Polly begged so he pressed on but her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he banged her so he grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband.
To the casual observer it would have looked very much like he was a bronco rider as Polly howled like a hound while he banged her again and again and then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and Geoff exploded inside her.
Afterwards Polly stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as he pulled out.
“Will I be in your wank bank now?” she asked and chuckled
“Only if you want to be?” he told her
“Of course” she replied “but only if you want it to be”
“Then you’re in” he said and then he kissed her once on each quivering check before he stood up and redressed.
After a few minutes panting Polly got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over as she did.
“Oops” Geoff exclaimed
“What?” she asked
“Tights” he replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.
Polly took her tights off and threw them in the bin and then Geoff walked her up to her suite and they had a long sensual kiss good night.
Geoff was feeling very pleased with himself as he walked to his own room and went inside but he didn’t even get into bed before there was a knock on his door and when he opened it he saw Polly standing there and when she opened her coat she was only wearing her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
“So you want to get in the wank bank again then?” he asked and Polly smiled and nodded and then took his hand and he took her to bed.
Monday, 27 February 2017
Sunday, 26 February 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (11) Yvonne’s Birthday Treat
(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.
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.
When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.
With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.
In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.
As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed.
Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.
She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable.
She had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought 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.
(Part 02)
On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it, and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
While Yvonne was flicking herself off in the anonymity of voyeur room Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.
He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
(Part 03)
Polly was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.
After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.
So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” he retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly
His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.
(Part 04)
Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.
The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
(Part 05)
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.
When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.
Paul was in heaven, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”
“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.
He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.
He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said
“I will return to you later”
Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.
“What happened to your tights?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out
“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.
But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.
“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”
She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.
(Part 06)
Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.
It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.
As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.
When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.
“So where are you going?” Polly asked
“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”
“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”
“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”
“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek
Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.
There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.
He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.
At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man.
“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.
Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.
Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”
(Part 07)
Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.
“I’m going for a swim”
“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.
Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.
She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.
Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself”“
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
(Part 08)
“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed
It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.
Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.
It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.
When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.
So he excused himself, but before he went back upstairs he watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way and he made a promise to himself to get involved in the fun of the place.
It was as he went back towards the stairs, that led up to his room, that he saw Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors and she was a little the worse for wear through drink and she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
So he thought he should follow her and make sure she didn’t come to any harm.
(Part 09)
It was Yvonne Makin’s 52nd birthday and the day had begun full of possibilities.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visitor.
Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and the icing on the cake was that afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.
When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.
She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin.
She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.
Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant.
She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.
“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.
He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.
So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.
After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.
(Part 10)
When Yvonne got back to the Hotel she was quite drunk and she felt really stupid so she just wanted to get to her rooms as quickly as possible.
But that was easier said than done as she struggled to get the door open and then she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
After which she only managed two steps and stopped then a moment later the door opened behind her, and she saw immediately that it was that pretty skinny girl’s brother.
When he pushed open he found a rather tipsy Yvonne Makin leaning against the wall.
“Paul darling” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“How can I help?” he said
“I’m a bit squiffy” she said “and the stairs are being difficult, could you be a dear and help me home?”
He thought that it would be ungallant of him to point out that it wasn’t the stairs that were at fault so instead he said
“Yes of course”
“Thank you kind sir” she said as she almost slid down the wall.
It wasn’t easy manoeuvring her and as he didn’t want to take her up three flights of stairs he decided he should take her to his suite in order to sober her up a little.
Now Yvonne wasn’t a big woman but she didn’t make life easy for him, she kept going limp so he had to keep grappling with her, all of which was taking him longer than he anticipated getting her up the stairs so in the end he picked her up and carried her.
When they reached his door he put her down and pinned Yvonne between the door frame and him while he fumbled for his key card.
But in a moment or two he had her inside.
“Let’s get your coat off,” he suggested
This proved to be something of an effort, but he managed it in the end and when he had she adjusted her skirt and straightened her scarlet velvet top.
He sat her on a chair in the hall while he pulled her boots off revealing her luxurious tights.
“Come on into the sitting room and I’ll put the kettle on” he said
“Wine will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I think” he replied
A couple of cups later and Yvonne had sobered considerably and she told him all about her disastrous “date” and how angry she had been, and why she decided to get drunk.
“Do you want another cup?” he asked
Yvonne checked her watch before replying
“Yes please, but I must have a pee first”
He was sitting down on the sofa when she tottered back into the sitting room, make up repaired and outfit perfect.
“You have been very kind looking after me” she said and when she reached him she stood on tiptoe and leant in and gave him a kiss.
It was intended to be a motherly kiss of gratitude but as soon as her lips touched his she thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, but although it was unexpected it was nonetheless not unwelcome so he responded in kind.
(Part 11)
When he had seen Yvonne earlier in the day he hadn’t looked at her in an appraising manner, he had thought her attractive, friendly and charming, but she was after all twice his age, but as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was definitely warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may well have been the over indulgent boozy dinner, the unexpected nature of her embrace or more likely because he hadn’t had a shag for more than six months.
As she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her velvet top to explore her other treasures.
Underneath her quality garment his hands encountered another garment, an undershirt of some description so while he began tugging it from the waistband of her skirt she breathed in sucking her tummy in to accommodate him.
It took only seconds after that before his hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching it he found a very delicate items of lingerie between him and her tits and it only took a trice to work the catch and he very quickly got hold of its contents.
Yvonne’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands caressed her plump tits, they felt great in his hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs.
Her nipples were big and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she expressed as he played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
The constant kissing was jaw aching so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about.
He released his hold on her breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black stockinged thighs.
He quickly reached up under the folds of fabric and finding the waistband he dragged her tights over her buttocks then he repeated the process with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time in finding her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible but he couldn’t easily reach her minge and pay it the attention it deserved.
However before he had time to figure out a solution she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arm of the sofa.
This presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her gash, which he took immediate advantage of and slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
(Part 12)
The moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her pussy to a satisfying conclusion.
While she was still bent over he extricated himself from beneath her and stood to take up a position behind her where he quickly unveiled his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny after six months of dry balls and then he fed the beast.
He plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed cunt and she exclaimed noisily in response and seemed to get louder with each insertion.
He reached up under the velvet of her top and cupped her plump tits and he smiled to himself and thought this really is better than sitting in the library.
He looked down as he continued to pound her mature pussy and thought his balls had never been as wet as she creamed him with each successive length until she screamed through gritted teeth and he emptied into her.
Paul stood there behind her for a moment caressing the globes of her arse as she panted.
Then when he withdrew his cock from her syrupy quim she sank to her knees and he sat on the sofa next to her.
Paul looked her over with renewed interest as she lay face down with one plump white tit either side of the arm rest, her round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees, a very horny picture which would be saved into his wank bank.
After a few minutes Yvonne turned her head to look at him and said with a smile
“Well I’ve never done that before”
“Oh I think you have” he said
“No I don’t mean that” she said and giggled which made her tits jiggle
“What do you mean then?” he asked puzzled
“I mean with a guest” she said “In all the years I’ve run a spa I have never done it with a guest”
“Oh I see”
“In fact in the thirty years I’ve been in the business I have never even once come close to…. Doing that” she continued
“Now on the very rare occasion I have a glass or two of wine I let a young guest seduce me”
“Really? I thought you seduced me” he said
“No you actually seduced me” she corrected him “in fact you seduced my arse off”
Yvonne then laughed out loud which caused her tits to jiggle again.
“Anyway I am a serial offender” she confessed
“You’ve only done it once” he pointed out
“I know” she said “but I thought I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb”
“Well I think I’d better take you to my bed then” he suggested as he stood up
“Ok” she acquiesced smuggling her tits back up her top
“But we need to have the lights off my figure isn’t up to bright lights”
“Nonsense you have a lovely shape” he corrected her as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“I’m not as firm and toned as the girls downstairs” she said
“But I’m only interested in your body Yvonne”
He said and took her by the hand and led her through the bedroom door.
Paul was well rewarded for his good taste when he got her into bed where she began by giving him exceptionally good head before she let him split her mature whiskers again.
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.
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.
When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.
With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.
In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.
As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed.
Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.
She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable.
She had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought 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.
(Part 02)
On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it, and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
While Yvonne was flicking herself off in the anonymity of voyeur room Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.
He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
(Part 03)
Polly was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.
After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.
So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” he retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly
His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.
(Part 04)
Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.
The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
(Part 05)
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.
When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.
Paul was in heaven, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”
“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.
He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.
He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said
“I will return to you later”
Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.
“What happened to your tights?” he asked
“What?” she exclaimed
“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out
“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.
But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.
“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”
She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.
(Part 06)
Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.
It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.
As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.
When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.
“So where are you going?” Polly asked
“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”
“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”
“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”
“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek
Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.
There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.
He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.
At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man.
“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.
Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.
Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”
(Part 07)
Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.
“I’m going for a swim”
“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.
Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.
She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.
Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself”“
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
(Part 08)
“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added
“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.
“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”
“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked
“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied
“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said
“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed
“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed
It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.
Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.
They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.
It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.
The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.
When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.
“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”
The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.
So he excused himself, but before he went back upstairs he watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way and he made a promise to himself to get involved in the fun of the place.
It was as he went back towards the stairs, that led up to his room, that he saw Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors and she was a little the worse for wear through drink and she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
So he thought he should follow her and make sure she didn’t come to any harm.
(Part 09)
It was Yvonne Makin’s 52nd birthday and the day had begun full of possibilities.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visitor.
Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and the icing on the cake was that afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.
When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.
She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin.
She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.
Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant.
She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.
“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.
He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.
So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.
After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.
(Part 10)
When Yvonne got back to the Hotel she was quite drunk and she felt really stupid so she just wanted to get to her rooms as quickly as possible.
But that was easier said than done as she struggled to get the door open and then she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt.
After which she only managed two steps and stopped then a moment later the door opened behind her, and she saw immediately that it was that pretty skinny girl’s brother.
When he pushed open he found a rather tipsy Yvonne Makin leaning against the wall.
“Paul darling” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“How can I help?” he said
“I’m a bit squiffy” she said “and the stairs are being difficult, could you be a dear and help me home?”
He thought that it would be ungallant of him to point out that it wasn’t the stairs that were at fault so instead he said
“Yes of course”
“Thank you kind sir” she said as she almost slid down the wall.
It wasn’t easy manoeuvring her and as he didn’t want to take her up three flights of stairs he decided he should take her to his suite in order to sober her up a little.
Now Yvonne wasn’t a big woman but she didn’t make life easy for him, she kept going limp so he had to keep grappling with her, all of which was taking him longer than he anticipated getting her up the stairs so in the end he picked her up and carried her.
When they reached his door he put her down and pinned Yvonne between the door frame and him while he fumbled for his key card.
But in a moment or two he had her inside.
“Let’s get your coat off,” he suggested
This proved to be something of an effort, but he managed it in the end and when he had she adjusted her skirt and straightened her scarlet velvet top.
He sat her on a chair in the hall while he pulled her boots off revealing her luxurious tights.
“Come on into the sitting room and I’ll put the kettle on” he said
“Wine will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I think” he replied
A couple of cups later and Yvonne had sobered considerably and she told him all about her disastrous “date” and how angry she had been, and why she decided to get drunk.
“Do you want another cup?” he asked
Yvonne checked her watch before replying
“Yes please, but I must have a pee first”
He was sitting down on the sofa when she tottered back into the sitting room, make up repaired and outfit perfect.
“You have been very kind looking after me” she said and when she reached him she stood on tiptoe and leant in and gave him a kiss.
It was intended to be a motherly kiss of gratitude but as soon as her lips touched his she thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, but although it was unexpected it was nonetheless not unwelcome so he responded in kind.
(Part 11)
When he had seen Yvonne earlier in the day he hadn’t looked at her in an appraising manner, he had thought her attractive, friendly and charming, but she was after all twice his age, but as her tongue energetically explored his mouth he was definitely warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may well have been the over indulgent boozy dinner, the unexpected nature of her embrace or more likely because he hadn’t had a shag for more than six months.
As she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next level.
His hands which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her round buttocks and gave them a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her velvet top to explore her other treasures.
Underneath her quality garment his hands encountered another garment, an undershirt of some description so while he began tugging it from the waistband of her skirt she breathed in sucking her tummy in to accommodate him.
It took only seconds after that before his hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching it he found a very delicate items of lingerie between him and her tits and it only took a trice to work the catch and he very quickly got hold of its contents.
Yvonne’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands caressed her plump tits, they felt great in his hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs.
Her nipples were big and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she expressed as he played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with his mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
The constant kissing was jaw aching so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about.
He released his hold on her breasts and moved his hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her black stockinged thighs.
He quickly reached up under the folds of fabric and finding the waistband he dragged her tights over her buttocks then he repeated the process with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no time in finding her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible but he couldn’t easily reach her minge and pay it the attention it deserved.
However before he had time to figure out a solution she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arm of the sofa.
This presented him with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her gash, which he took immediate advantage of and slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
(Part 12)
The moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her pussy to a satisfying conclusion.
While she was still bent over he extricated himself from beneath her and stood to take up a position behind her where he quickly unveiled his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny after six months of dry balls and then he fed the beast.
He plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honeyed cunt and she exclaimed noisily in response and seemed to get louder with each insertion.
He reached up under the velvet of her top and cupped her plump tits and he smiled to himself and thought this really is better than sitting in the library.
He looked down as he continued to pound her mature pussy and thought his balls had never been as wet as she creamed him with each successive length until she screamed through gritted teeth and he emptied into her.
Paul stood there behind her for a moment caressing the globes of her arse as she panted.
Then when he withdrew his cock from her syrupy quim she sank to her knees and he sat on the sofa next to her.
Paul looked her over with renewed interest as she lay face down with one plump white tit either side of the arm rest, her round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees, a very horny picture which would be saved into his wank bank.
After a few minutes Yvonne turned her head to look at him and said with a smile
“Well I’ve never done that before”
“Oh I think you have” he said
“No I don’t mean that” she said and giggled which made her tits jiggle
“What do you mean then?” he asked puzzled
“I mean with a guest” she said “In all the years I’ve run a spa I have never done it with a guest”
“Oh I see”
“In fact in the thirty years I’ve been in the business I have never even once come close to…. Doing that” she continued
“Now on the very rare occasion I have a glass or two of wine I let a young guest seduce me”
“Really? I thought you seduced me” he said
“No you actually seduced me” she corrected him “in fact you seduced my arse off”
Yvonne then laughed out loud which caused her tits to jiggle again.
“Anyway I am a serial offender” she confessed
“You’ve only done it once” he pointed out
“I know” she said “but I thought I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb”
“Well I think I’d better take you to my bed then” he suggested as he stood up
“Ok” she acquiesced smuggling her tits back up her top
“But we need to have the lights off my figure isn’t up to bright lights”
“Nonsense you have a lovely shape” he corrected her as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“I’m not as firm and toned as the girls downstairs” she said
“But I’m only interested in your body Yvonne”
He said and took her by the hand and led her through the bedroom door.
Paul was well rewarded for his good taste when he got her into bed where she began by giving him exceptionally good head before she let him split her mature whiskers again.
Saturday, 25 February 2017
Funereal Finery
Funerals have had an unduly erotic effect upon me since the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was 13 years old.
I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath.
But she finished sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the closet and watched.
I watched her sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, I watched her as she stood with her back to me as she dried her curvaceous body and offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and I was sporting a serious woody.
And I carried on watching until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw my first naked woman.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts and then down to her curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
But that didn’t stop me looking at her as she first put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist followed by black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly like she knew she had an audience.
Next she pulled on the first black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts swung voluptuously.
At the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
She stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra he saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes while she applied her makeup.
When she finally went downstairs and I could escape my hiding place.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the closet and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me because next to the closet door was a full-length mirror.
I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath.
But she finished sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the closet and watched.
I watched her sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, I watched her as she stood with her back to me as she dried her curvaceous body and offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and I was sporting a serious woody.
And I carried on watching until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw my first naked woman.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts and then down to her curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
But that didn’t stop me looking at her as she first put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist followed by black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly like she knew she had an audience.
Next she pulled on the first black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts swung voluptuously.
At the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
She stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra he saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes while she applied her makeup.
When she finally went downstairs and I could escape my hiding place.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the closet and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me because next to the closet door was a full-length mirror.
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (10) The Predatory Receptionist
(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 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, 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’s 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 her original role was 36 year old, 5ft 8 inch, Agnes Andreoli who had been the receptionist for 3 years before even Yvonne Makin and her husband took over in fact it was the only job she had had since she left school.
She was a Pangmere girl born and bred and she lived alone in what was her parents’ house, she had no entanglements in her life, she had a sister Anna who now lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way.
She liked her own company and her independence she was not interested in relationships but she did love sex, so when the Spa made the change and it started to cater for the more depraved tastes she was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for herself which meant she didn’t need to go looking for cock or cunny in her free time she could get what she wanted during work hours and still earn a living behind the reception desk.
And she had never been more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.
(Part 02)
Agnes Andreoli is a sexual predator who used to spend hours out of her precious free time in pursuit of cock or cunny but after the change from Spa Hotel to House of Fun she no longer had to venture out, as her place of work became her hunting ground and it was well stocked with suitable prey, staff and customer alike.
When it first changed she was like a child in a sweetshop and her behaviour was quite gluttonous so after a while she curbed her appetites a little but she was still getting through at least one sexual encounter a day, even when she was on the blob.
She saw all the comings and goings working on reception, the ebb and flow of of staff and punters or as she regarded them, her prey.
People would have been surprised when looking at her the she was the most prolific fornicator on the staff, and had a 90 percent hit rate.
If she got her sights on you she didn’t often miss, equally if anyone had their sights on her she rarely said no.
Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job.
Her plainness was accentuated by three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she always wore black, like a horny witch and the last thing was that she wasn’t a smiley person, but when she did smile it was dazzling and completely disarming.
Some days she had to go on the hunt or plot and scheme but on others they just fell into her lap.
In the reception of the House of Fun, 25 year old Sagina Hosanee sat fidgeting and looking glum.
She was a quiet gentle girl, not spectacularly pretty or blessed with a perfect figure but she was cute with big dark eyes and lovely dark chocolate skin and soft black curly hair.
She was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and there was a very good reason why she was sitting alone looking glum.
Her girlfriend and play partner, Fiona Tilbrook, had gone away on holiday with her parents, Sir Robert and Lady Catherine Tilbrook, who were a wealthy Downshire family who originally made their money in the Cotton Mills of Lancashire.
They had left the family home, a country estate at the western end of the Finchbottom Vale, for an extended holiday in the Caribbean.
Not only was Fiona her lover, she was her only lover and she didn’t know what she was going to do while she was away.
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Agnes thought she was very cute, and she knew why she was looking so fed up and as she sat there she was lost and vulnerable, which was just how she liked them.
(Part 03)
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Sagina was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello hon” Agnes said “Where’s your buddy?”
Even though she knew full well were her “buddy” Fiona was.
They had been inseparable since they popped each other’s cherry and were a perfect couple who really complimented each other.
Although there were similarities, they were both shy and reserved, more than that they were both socially awkward and lacked self-confidence, they also shared their sexual likes and dislikes and a sense of humour, but there were differences too.
Sagina was dark and dusky and was curvy, Fiona on the other hand, was stick thin.
Being with Fiona made Sagina feel more confident, and vice versa, making them dare to do things they would never do alone, they lived their lives on each other’s coat tails and without Fiona Sagina floundered.
“She’s not here” Sagina answered
“Have you come to play then?” Agnes asked hopefully
“No such luck” Came the reply and Agnes looked at her quizzically
“So you’re not here so that someone can further sully your beautiful young form”
“No” she snapped
“That’s a shame” Agnes said “They are very good at sullying at the House of Fun”
“Yes they are,” she said wistfully
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I don’t have work today and I didn’t want to stay at home on my own” Sagina said sadly
“And when will Fiona be here?” Agnes asked
“Not for ages” she replied
“The family have gone to the Caribbean, for three weeks”
She said with tears filling her eyes.
“It will fly by I’m sure” Agnes offered
“Yes but I’ll miss all the fun” she said
“Fun” was Sagina’s euphemism for sex.
Because Agnes was standing, which made her a foot taller than Sagina, she could easily look down her top at her beautiful brown muffins and she longed to play with her chocolate teats.
“Fiona would be lost while you’re away” Agnes said
“You could keep her entertained when she returns”
“Yes but I wouldn’t go away and leave her” she said bitterly
“Wouldn’t you want too?” Agnes asked
“No, because I love her” Sagina said and started to cry so Agnes put her arm around her and comforted her and she wore a wicked leer as she did and was hoping that she would further comfort her in a very short while by fingering her hairy crack.
(Part 04)
Agnes spent about ten minutes comforting Sagina, listening to her and when she had calmed down, Agnes asked
“Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please” she replied
“Let’s go into my office” she said and then Agnes called Emily Riley, one of the support staff, over to man the desk for her while she looked after Sagina.
Emily smiled because she knew precisely how Agnes liked to look after people, she had cornered Emily in the stationary cupboard once.
In Agnes’ office was a small kitchen area in one corner which was the kind of thing you would customarily find in a hotel room.
“The cups are in the top cupboard” Agnes said as she flicked the switch on the kettle and being of diminutive stature Sagina had to stand on tiptoe to reach the cups and the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved the cups she turned and looked at Agnes and asked accusingly
“Were you staring at my bum?”
“Of course” she replied
“You’re a terrible letch Agnes” Sagina said
“No I’m actually a very good letch” she corrected her “don’t you like me looking?”
“Of course I do” she said and blushed and then Agnes walked across the office and said to Sagina before she kissed her
“I think you’d like me touching you too”
And while they kissed Agnes took the opportunity to grab her tight little arse and cupped a delicious cheek in each hand.
The kiss lasted for about a minute and when their lips parted Sagina said
“Are we going to have “fun”?”
The day had begun for Sagina in great sadness with a prolonged period of frustration on the horizon while Fiona was away but had taken a distinct turn for the better when Agnes took it upon herself to get into Sagina’s knickers to ease her frustration and to pleasantly distract her from the reality of her lover’s absence.
The offer of a drink in Agnes Andreoli’s office brought fourth no refreshment but found her lying on the desk stripped to the waist, her nipples, wet, swollen, misshapen and red from Agnes’ suckling attention, her leggings and knickers were around her knees and Agnes had two fingers frantically frigging her cunny.
The only refreshment she did receive in the office that morning came when it was Agnes’ turn to be on her back in a state of undress on the desk, when Sagina lapped the plentiful juice off her pussy lips, which of course merely caused her to produce more.
Agnes was in her office for over an hour “comforting” Sagina and when she returned to the reception desk to relieve Emily she was wearing no knickers and Sagina was completely naked in Agnes’ office chair waiting to be comforted all over again which Agnes duly did during her lunch hour.
However delicious little Sagina’s body was, the “comforting” hadn’t left Agnes entirely satisfied.
Sagina and Fiona had only known each other sexually and they hadn’t been together for long.
She would have to educate her over the three weeks Fiona was away in the Caribbean then Fi would feel the benefit of it on her return.
(Part 05)
Because she had been left unsatisfied she decided to find some cock to finish her off and it was late in the evening when she spotted a likely candidate, who had the look in his eye that she was looking for, desperation.
Because of her plainness she had been the “any old port in a storm” for many a man who had lucked out elsewhere, but she didn’t mind that as all the men that had approached her in that way always saw her differently afterwards.
So with her quarry identified she decided to deploy the leg, she had fabulous legs, so she deployed all of it.
Making sure she was in his eye line she stood in her office doorway and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
She always wore stockings like many of the girls at the House of Fun as it gave easy access to their pussies, either for their own hand or someone else’s.
Justin McArdle was in his late twenties and was a frequent visitor to the House of Fun and had never left the premises disappointed, however on that particular day he had struck out everywhere he had tried so he decided to head back to reception and see if something caught his eye and it did.
As he approached he had a view towards the receptionist’s office which was when he caught sight of Agnes Andreoli with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation was a definite point scorer and moved Agnes up in his estimation though not necessarily on to the to-do list but then he thought “Any old port in a storm”
“It’s not like there’s much to choose from” he said to himself “and she has fabulous legs”
Having bated the trap Agnes went into her office and waited for her prey to wander into her lair.
Justin walked around for about five minute, not wishing to make a hasty decision, but his cock was wriggling to life in his pants so it was clear he had already made his decision, so he decided not to be churlish and headed for Agnes’ office, then he chuckled to himself when he saw a sign which read “Staff entrance” and he thought that was a great idea, he would definitely be using the staff entrance.
He approached the office, almost tip toeing until he could see her seated at her desk and from the doorway he said
“Good evening Miss Andreoli, how are you?”
“You’re not allowed in here Mr McArdle” she said without looking up
“I was just passing and the door was open” he lied
“What do you want Justin?” she snapped “I’m very busy”
“What I want” he said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in his trousers.
(Part 06)
“What I want” Justin said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap.
However just at the moment Agnes knew she had him, the phone rang.
She rose up from the chair and reached over and picked up the phone.
“What?” She snapped and then a bored look came over her face
“I can’t come right now Sagina I’ll come and find you later”
While she was distracted Justin sidled up behind her.
“Yes honey I promise” she said and hung up the phone.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she said glancing over her shoulder.
He didn’t reply instead he used his body weight to pin her against the desk then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled her forward until she had to use her hands to support her weight.
It dawned on him at that point however that he didn’t have a clue what to do next but then Agnes started to rub her bony arse against him.
This was a welcome intervention even though she was not his target demographic he was very horny and he wouldn’t have wanted to force himself on her.
“So you do want to play?” he said
She didn’t answer but she let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and then she pushed against the lump in his trousers again.
In response he began hiking up her black skirt, she always wore black, like a horny witch.
Justin released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.
It was a good quality garment, lined, not from a catalogue, Agnes always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.
She was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms and he pushed the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs to her waist and in a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick he yanked her knickers down.
So with her knickers safely around her knees, thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind for a moment, which he somehow doubted in fact the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, cock.
Justin undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade.
If she was going to have a change of heart that would have been the moment to express it as he sat there staring at her bony white arse.
In truth it was a view of limited appeal and he may have begun to lose interest until she fidgeted on the desk and he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless.
His cock responded to the sight of her so he probed an inquisitive digit between her lips, almost like checking the oil level on a car and Agnes let out a low moan and his finger came out wet, very wet.
(Part 07)
“Come on then Agnes if you want to play” Justin commanded and Agnes, who still had her hands on her desk, shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when Agnes showed that she was a true devotee of cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his not inconsiderable shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.
He thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard to the finish line but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to burst he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push him up from the chair and he stood up with his cock all the way inside her and with five or six nerve tingling lengths he finished her over the desk.
He did think, because she was an “any old port in a storm” that he would spaff his load all over her bony white arse but she had been a spectacularly satisfying shag so he emptied his lot inside her instead.
They stood stooped over the desk panting hard for a few minutes until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy and she collapsed.
He pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty but then thought again and then put it back so she was left uncovered.
He redressed himself and tucked away his greasy cock and then caressed her buttock and leant down over the desk and kissed her panting face.
“That was fun” he said
“Yes Justin” she said meekly between pants “It was, and it will be next time when you want to do this again”
“There won’t be a repeat”
“Oh I promise you, you’ll be back” Agnes sighed
“Good night Miss Andreoli and thank you” he said and then he left and closed the door.
But he paused and then quietly opened the door again to get one more look at her as she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony white arse and bejewelled hairless minge on full display and he smiled to himself at the sight and he continued watching for a few minutes and then she stirred and got to her feet.
Agnes was feeling very pleased with herself for her cleverness as she pulled up her knickers and let her skirt fall, she was especially pleased as Justin was still spying on her through the gap in the door.
As he continued to spy on her through the gap in the door he felt a fresh stirring in his pants and he knew at that moment that she was right and he would be going back to Agnes for more of what he’d had.
After a few moments he closed the door and turned away and headed for home, it had been a funny old day but a very pleasant evening when he had impaled Agnes over her desk.
(Part 08)
After Agnes left her office with her pussy still sticky from Justin’s ejaculating cock she went in search of young Sagina and she found her in one of the voyeur rooms watching Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, in action.
They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite, but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although they turned their slutty hands to almost anything.
Watching the girls at play had made Sagina very horny, so she was pleased to see Agnes.
Before she left reception she grabbed a key card for 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.
Agnes obviously had the former in mind and Sagina wasn’t complaining, in fact she didn’t complain on any of the other occasions that followed in Fiona’s absence.
But she didn’t restrict her lascivious lust to women’s girlfriends she was also getting plenty of cock from other women’s men.
But she hadn’t had a return visit from Justin McArdle’s cock which disappointed her.
After draining various men’s balls and supping lustily on Sagina’s lush pussy for two weeks Fiona retuned early.
To the casual observer 23 year old Fiona Tilbrook may well have just wandered about aimlessly in her cat suit, but that wasn’t quite the whole story.
She returned to wander the halls of the House of Fun wearing one of her famous see through cat suits, which hid nothing, especially not her hairy bush, it always made her feel sexy.
Fiona Tilbrook wasn’t a particularly pretty girl in fact she was a quite plain girl with pale skin and she was skinny.
Fiona stood a little over 5ft 2 and wore her brunette hair center parted and tied at the nape and as she walked the corridors she searched for the love of her life.
But not just because she missed her lovely Sagina, but because when Fiona returned from her holiday she was as horny as all hell and unlike Sagina she hadn’t had anyone scratching her itch while she was away, she had been attending to herself and she wasn’t very successful at it, which was why she had returned from the Caribbean a week early.
Fiona found Sagina and after a warm and affectionate embrace she then dragged her unceremoniously to the nearest play room and they were both naked within a minute of the door closing.
On witnessing the girls embrace and the urgency of their process to the playroom Agnes knew it was going to be intense so she slipped into the voyeur room to spectate.
Agnes had educated Sagina during Fiona’s absence and she was about to feel the benefit of it now she had returned.
Her pupil had learned the lessons so well and Fiona was in blissful receipt of Sagina’s tongue.
It was intense that Agnes was incredibly wet and so she hiked her skirt up and began fingering her wet pussy.
She was well greased up when the door opened and Justin walked in and his eyes went immediately to her busy fingers and she looked at him and smiled but didn’t stop.
He sat down next to her and looked through the glass and said
“My God they’re really hairy girls”
“Do you like them hairy?” Agnes asked
“No I like a silky slit” he replied and his fingers replaced hers and he flicked her off while they both watched the girl on girl action.
(Part 09)
“You’d better lock the door” she instructed after he’d flicked her off “We don’t want to be interrupted”
“Ok” he agreed “We certainly don’t want that”
By the time he had walked to the door and turned around Agnes already had her skirt off and was pulling her top off over her head.
She threw her top onto the floor and stood at the far end of the room wearing her black lace bra, matching knickers, stockings and suspenders.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” Justin responded and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
“And those” she said pointing at his socks and while he complied with her order she slipped her hand down the front of her black lace panties so when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Do you want this now or would you prefer to watch the spanking?” he said referring to what was going on beyond the glass “I rather like spanking”
“Me too” she said and turned her back on him before slipping her knickers down and bending over a chair.
Agnes a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Justin” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork, distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was soon drawn to her glistening minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack, well not so much damp as absolutely dripping.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax and it was time for him to fuck her.
He rubbed his bell end along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled his knob before he pushed his shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When Justin was comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her black lace bra to release her meagre fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed as he pounded on her until her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm and Justin shot into her.
“I told you you’d be back for more” she said seconds after he’d made her cum.
But they didn’t leave it at that, after some expert oral encouragement she had him fuck her for a second time where she exacted more seed from his cock until they were completely spent and they fell asleep.
When they woke they found several hours had elapsed and an entirely different horny tableau was being played out through the two way mirror.
As sufficient time has passed and there was plenty of visual stimulation beyond the glass they fucked again for the last time that day, but not for the last time.
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 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, 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’s 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 her original role was 36 year old, 5ft 8 inch, Agnes Andreoli who had been the receptionist for 3 years before even Yvonne Makin and her husband took over in fact it was the only job she had had since she left school.
She was a Pangmere girl born and bred and she lived alone in what was her parents’ house, she had no entanglements in her life, she had a sister Anna who now lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way.
She liked her own company and her independence she was not interested in relationships but she did love sex, so when the Spa made the change and it started to cater for the more depraved tastes she was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for herself which meant she didn’t need to go looking for cock or cunny in her free time she could get what she wanted during work hours and still earn a living behind the reception desk.
And she had never been more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.
(Part 02)
Agnes Andreoli is a sexual predator who used to spend hours out of her precious free time in pursuit of cock or cunny but after the change from Spa Hotel to House of Fun she no longer had to venture out, as her place of work became her hunting ground and it was well stocked with suitable prey, staff and customer alike.
When it first changed she was like a child in a sweetshop and her behaviour was quite gluttonous so after a while she curbed her appetites a little but she was still getting through at least one sexual encounter a day, even when she was on the blob.
She saw all the comings and goings working on reception, the ebb and flow of of staff and punters or as she regarded them, her prey.
People would have been surprised when looking at her the she was the most prolific fornicator on the staff, and had a 90 percent hit rate.
If she got her sights on you she didn’t often miss, equally if anyone had their sights on her she rarely said no.
Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job.
Her plainness was accentuated by three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she always wore black, like a horny witch and the last thing was that she wasn’t a smiley person, but when she did smile it was dazzling and completely disarming.
Some days she had to go on the hunt or plot and scheme but on others they just fell into her lap.
In the reception of the House of Fun, 25 year old Sagina Hosanee sat fidgeting and looking glum.
She was a quiet gentle girl, not spectacularly pretty or blessed with a perfect figure but she was cute with big dark eyes and lovely dark chocolate skin and soft black curly hair.
She was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and there was a very good reason why she was sitting alone looking glum.
Her girlfriend and play partner, Fiona Tilbrook, had gone away on holiday with her parents, Sir Robert and Lady Catherine Tilbrook, who were a wealthy Downshire family who originally made their money in the Cotton Mills of Lancashire.
They had left the family home, a country estate at the western end of the Finchbottom Vale, for an extended holiday in the Caribbean.
Not only was Fiona her lover, she was her only lover and she didn’t know what she was going to do while she was away.
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Agnes thought she was very cute, and she knew why she was looking so fed up and as she sat there she was lost and vulnerable, which was just how she liked them.
(Part 03)
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Sagina was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello hon” Agnes said “Where’s your buddy?”
Even though she knew full well were her “buddy” Fiona was.
They had been inseparable since they popped each other’s cherry and were a perfect couple who really complimented each other.
Although there were similarities, they were both shy and reserved, more than that they were both socially awkward and lacked self-confidence, they also shared their sexual likes and dislikes and a sense of humour, but there were differences too.
Sagina was dark and dusky and was curvy, Fiona on the other hand, was stick thin.
Being with Fiona made Sagina feel more confident, and vice versa, making them dare to do things they would never do alone, they lived their lives on each other’s coat tails and without Fiona Sagina floundered.
“She’s not here” Sagina answered
“Have you come to play then?” Agnes asked hopefully
“No such luck” Came the reply and Agnes looked at her quizzically
“So you’re not here so that someone can further sully your beautiful young form”
“No” she snapped
“That’s a shame” Agnes said “They are very good at sullying at the House of Fun”
“Yes they are,” she said wistfully
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I don’t have work today and I didn’t want to stay at home on my own” Sagina said sadly
“And when will Fiona be here?” Agnes asked
“Not for ages” she replied
“The family have gone to the Caribbean, for three weeks”
She said with tears filling her eyes.
“It will fly by I’m sure” Agnes offered
“Yes but I’ll miss all the fun” she said
“Fun” was Sagina’s euphemism for sex.
Because Agnes was standing, which made her a foot taller than Sagina, she could easily look down her top at her beautiful brown muffins and she longed to play with her chocolate teats.
“Fiona would be lost while you’re away” Agnes said
“You could keep her entertained when she returns”
“Yes but I wouldn’t go away and leave her” she said bitterly
“Wouldn’t you want too?” Agnes asked
“No, because I love her” Sagina said and started to cry so Agnes put her arm around her and comforted her and she wore a wicked leer as she did and was hoping that she would further comfort her in a very short while by fingering her hairy crack.
(Part 04)
Agnes spent about ten minutes comforting Sagina, listening to her and when she had calmed down, Agnes asked
“Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please” she replied
“Let’s go into my office” she said and then Agnes called Emily Riley, one of the support staff, over to man the desk for her while she looked after Sagina.
Emily smiled because she knew precisely how Agnes liked to look after people, she had cornered Emily in the stationary cupboard once.
In Agnes’ office was a small kitchen area in one corner which was the kind of thing you would customarily find in a hotel room.
“The cups are in the top cupboard” Agnes said as she flicked the switch on the kettle and being of diminutive stature Sagina had to stand on tiptoe to reach the cups and the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved the cups she turned and looked at Agnes and asked accusingly
“Were you staring at my bum?”
“Of course” she replied
“You’re a terrible letch Agnes” Sagina said
“No I’m actually a very good letch” she corrected her “don’t you like me looking?”
“Of course I do” she said and blushed and then Agnes walked across the office and said to Sagina before she kissed her
“I think you’d like me touching you too”
And while they kissed Agnes took the opportunity to grab her tight little arse and cupped a delicious cheek in each hand.
The kiss lasted for about a minute and when their lips parted Sagina said
“Are we going to have “fun”?”
The day had begun for Sagina in great sadness with a prolonged period of frustration on the horizon while Fiona was away but had taken a distinct turn for the better when Agnes took it upon herself to get into Sagina’s knickers to ease her frustration and to pleasantly distract her from the reality of her lover’s absence.
The offer of a drink in Agnes Andreoli’s office brought fourth no refreshment but found her lying on the desk stripped to the waist, her nipples, wet, swollen, misshapen and red from Agnes’ suckling attention, her leggings and knickers were around her knees and Agnes had two fingers frantically frigging her cunny.
The only refreshment she did receive in the office that morning came when it was Agnes’ turn to be on her back in a state of undress on the desk, when Sagina lapped the plentiful juice off her pussy lips, which of course merely caused her to produce more.
Agnes was in her office for over an hour “comforting” Sagina and when she returned to the reception desk to relieve Emily she was wearing no knickers and Sagina was completely naked in Agnes’ office chair waiting to be comforted all over again which Agnes duly did during her lunch hour.
However delicious little Sagina’s body was, the “comforting” hadn’t left Agnes entirely satisfied.
Sagina and Fiona had only known each other sexually and they hadn’t been together for long.
She would have to educate her over the three weeks Fiona was away in the Caribbean then Fi would feel the benefit of it on her return.
(Part 05)
Because she had been left unsatisfied she decided to find some cock to finish her off and it was late in the evening when she spotted a likely candidate, who had the look in his eye that she was looking for, desperation.
Because of her plainness she had been the “any old port in a storm” for many a man who had lucked out elsewhere, but she didn’t mind that as all the men that had approached her in that way always saw her differently afterwards.
So with her quarry identified she decided to deploy the leg, she had fabulous legs, so she deployed all of it.
Making sure she was in his eye line she stood in her office doorway and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
She always wore stockings like many of the girls at the House of Fun as it gave easy access to their pussies, either for their own hand or someone else’s.
Justin McArdle was in his late twenties and was a frequent visitor to the House of Fun and had never left the premises disappointed, however on that particular day he had struck out everywhere he had tried so he decided to head back to reception and see if something caught his eye and it did.
As he approached he had a view towards the receptionist’s office which was when he caught sight of Agnes Andreoli with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation was a definite point scorer and moved Agnes up in his estimation though not necessarily on to the to-do list but then he thought “Any old port in a storm”
“It’s not like there’s much to choose from” he said to himself “and she has fabulous legs”
Having bated the trap Agnes went into her office and waited for her prey to wander into her lair.
Justin walked around for about five minute, not wishing to make a hasty decision, but his cock was wriggling to life in his pants so it was clear he had already made his decision, so he decided not to be churlish and headed for Agnes’ office, then he chuckled to himself when he saw a sign which read “Staff entrance” and he thought that was a great idea, he would definitely be using the staff entrance.
He approached the office, almost tip toeing until he could see her seated at her desk and from the doorway he said
“Good evening Miss Andreoli, how are you?”
“You’re not allowed in here Mr McArdle” she said without looking up
“I was just passing and the door was open” he lied
“What do you want Justin?” she snapped “I’m very busy”
“What I want” he said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in his trousers.
(Part 06)
“What I want” Justin said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap.
However just at the moment Agnes knew she had him, the phone rang.
She rose up from the chair and reached over and picked up the phone.
“What?” She snapped and then a bored look came over her face
“I can’t come right now Sagina I’ll come and find you later”
While she was distracted Justin sidled up behind her.
“Yes honey I promise” she said and hung up the phone.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she said glancing over her shoulder.
He didn’t reply instead he used his body weight to pin her against the desk then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled her forward until she had to use her hands to support her weight.
It dawned on him at that point however that he didn’t have a clue what to do next but then Agnes started to rub her bony arse against him.
This was a welcome intervention even though she was not his target demographic he was very horny and he wouldn’t have wanted to force himself on her.
“So you do want to play?” he said
She didn’t answer but she let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and then she pushed against the lump in his trousers again.
In response he began hiking up her black skirt, she always wore black, like a horny witch.
Justin released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.
It was a good quality garment, lined, not from a catalogue, Agnes always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.
She was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms and he pushed the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs to her waist and in a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick he yanked her knickers down.
So with her knickers safely around her knees, thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind for a moment, which he somehow doubted in fact the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, cock.
Justin undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade.
If she was going to have a change of heart that would have been the moment to express it as he sat there staring at her bony white arse.
In truth it was a view of limited appeal and he may have begun to lose interest until she fidgeted on the desk and he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless.
His cock responded to the sight of her so he probed an inquisitive digit between her lips, almost like checking the oil level on a car and Agnes let out a low moan and his finger came out wet, very wet.
(Part 07)
“Come on then Agnes if you want to play” Justin commanded and Agnes, who still had her hands on her desk, shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when Agnes showed that she was a true devotee of cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his not inconsiderable shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.
He thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard to the finish line but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to burst he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push him up from the chair and he stood up with his cock all the way inside her and with five or six nerve tingling lengths he finished her over the desk.
He did think, because she was an “any old port in a storm” that he would spaff his load all over her bony white arse but she had been a spectacularly satisfying shag so he emptied his lot inside her instead.
They stood stooped over the desk panting hard for a few minutes until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy and she collapsed.
He pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty but then thought again and then put it back so she was left uncovered.
He redressed himself and tucked away his greasy cock and then caressed her buttock and leant down over the desk and kissed her panting face.
“That was fun” he said
“Yes Justin” she said meekly between pants “It was, and it will be next time when you want to do this again”
“There won’t be a repeat”
“Oh I promise you, you’ll be back” Agnes sighed
“Good night Miss Andreoli and thank you” he said and then he left and closed the door.
But he paused and then quietly opened the door again to get one more look at her as she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony white arse and bejewelled hairless minge on full display and he smiled to himself at the sight and he continued watching for a few minutes and then she stirred and got to her feet.
Agnes was feeling very pleased with herself for her cleverness as she pulled up her knickers and let her skirt fall, she was especially pleased as Justin was still spying on her through the gap in the door.
As he continued to spy on her through the gap in the door he felt a fresh stirring in his pants and he knew at that moment that she was right and he would be going back to Agnes for more of what he’d had.
After a few moments he closed the door and turned away and headed for home, it had been a funny old day but a very pleasant evening when he had impaled Agnes over her desk.
(Part 08)
After Agnes left her office with her pussy still sticky from Justin’s ejaculating cock she went in search of young Sagina and she found her in one of the voyeur rooms watching Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, in action.
They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite, but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although they turned their slutty hands to almost anything.
Watching the girls at play had made Sagina very horny, so she was pleased to see Agnes.
Before she left reception she grabbed a key card for 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.
Agnes obviously had the former in mind and Sagina wasn’t complaining, in fact she didn’t complain on any of the other occasions that followed in Fiona’s absence.
But she didn’t restrict her lascivious lust to women’s girlfriends she was also getting plenty of cock from other women’s men.
But she hadn’t had a return visit from Justin McArdle’s cock which disappointed her.
After draining various men’s balls and supping lustily on Sagina’s lush pussy for two weeks Fiona retuned early.
To the casual observer 23 year old Fiona Tilbrook may well have just wandered about aimlessly in her cat suit, but that wasn’t quite the whole story.
She returned to wander the halls of the House of Fun wearing one of her famous see through cat suits, which hid nothing, especially not her hairy bush, it always made her feel sexy.
Fiona Tilbrook wasn’t a particularly pretty girl in fact she was a quite plain girl with pale skin and she was skinny.
Fiona stood a little over 5ft 2 and wore her brunette hair center parted and tied at the nape and as she walked the corridors she searched for the love of her life.
But not just because she missed her lovely Sagina, but because when Fiona returned from her holiday she was as horny as all hell and unlike Sagina she hadn’t had anyone scratching her itch while she was away, she had been attending to herself and she wasn’t very successful at it, which was why she had returned from the Caribbean a week early.
Fiona found Sagina and after a warm and affectionate embrace she then dragged her unceremoniously to the nearest play room and they were both naked within a minute of the door closing.
On witnessing the girls embrace and the urgency of their process to the playroom Agnes knew it was going to be intense so she slipped into the voyeur room to spectate.
Agnes had educated Sagina during Fiona’s absence and she was about to feel the benefit of it now she had returned.
Her pupil had learned the lessons so well and Fiona was in blissful receipt of Sagina’s tongue.
It was intense that Agnes was incredibly wet and so she hiked her skirt up and began fingering her wet pussy.
She was well greased up when the door opened and Justin walked in and his eyes went immediately to her busy fingers and she looked at him and smiled but didn’t stop.
He sat down next to her and looked through the glass and said
“My God they’re really hairy girls”
“Do you like them hairy?” Agnes asked
“No I like a silky slit” he replied and his fingers replaced hers and he flicked her off while they both watched the girl on girl action.
(Part 09)
“You’d better lock the door” she instructed after he’d flicked her off “We don’t want to be interrupted”
“Ok” he agreed “We certainly don’t want that”
By the time he had walked to the door and turned around Agnes already had her skirt off and was pulling her top off over her head.
She threw her top onto the floor and stood at the far end of the room wearing her black lace bra, matching knickers, stockings and suspenders.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” Justin responded and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
“And those” she said pointing at his socks and while he complied with her order she slipped her hand down the front of her black lace panties so when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Do you want this now or would you prefer to watch the spanking?” he said referring to what was going on beyond the glass “I rather like spanking”
“Me too” she said and turned her back on him before slipping her knickers down and bending over a chair.
Agnes a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Justin” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork, distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was soon drawn to her glistening minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack, well not so much damp as absolutely dripping.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax and it was time for him to fuck her.
He rubbed his bell end along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled his knob before he pushed his shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When Justin was comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her black lace bra to release her meagre fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed as he pounded on her until her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm and Justin shot into her.
“I told you you’d be back for more” she said seconds after he’d made her cum.
But they didn’t leave it at that, after some expert oral encouragement she had him fuck her for a second time where she exacted more seed from his cock until they were completely spent and they fell asleep.
When they woke they found several hours had elapsed and an entirely different horny tableau was being played out through the two way mirror.
As sufficient time has passed and there was plenty of visual stimulation beyond the glass they fucked again for the last time that day, but not for the last time.
Friday, 24 February 2017
It All Comes Out In the Wash
Sally was laying beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower.
And she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.
She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.
“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.
His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.
The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be.
And he was proud of the result.
His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.
In the warmth of her bed she felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.
Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth build within her
The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so.
Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her desire.
She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as he.
The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.
She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand
But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.
Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.
Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.
They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friends place he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, it was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with her pants in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.
His little sister was a grown woman now.
She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.
Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.
Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.
As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing.
He had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.
But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs.
She had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her.
God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want him to leave, touching herself with him so close was so exciting,
She had never felt so hot as at that moment.
Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he asked
Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth
He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.
It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.
He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.
Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered between her lips.
It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As he stood there he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away.
Then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.
And she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.
She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.
“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.
His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.
The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be.
And he was proud of the result.
His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.
In the warmth of her bed she felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.
Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth build within her
The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so.
Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her desire.
She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as he.
The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.
She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand
But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.
Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.
Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.
They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friends place he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, it was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with her pants in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.
His little sister was a grown woman now.
She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.
Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.
Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.
As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing.
He had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.
But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs.
She had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her.
God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want him to leave, touching herself with him so close was so exciting,
She had never felt so hot as at that moment.
Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he asked
Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth
He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.
It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.
He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.
Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered between her lips.
It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As he stood there he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away.
Then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.
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