Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (14) The Dowdy Sister

(Part 01)

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

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

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in her original role was 36 year old 5ft 8 inch tall 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 lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way, which was why when Anna turned up at her house the night before she greeted her with mixed feelings.

(Part 02)

Agnes Andreoli 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 had more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.
So when her younger sister Anna turned up out of the blue she thought the worse, in that it would cramp her style.
She loved the bones of Anna and she chastised herself for her uncaring thoughts.
Her sister was ten years younger than her and couldn’t have been more different to Agnes.

Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair, who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job, and 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 it was dazzling and completely disarming.
The dazzling smile was one of the only few characteristics that she shared with her sister, the others being hair colour and plainness.

Agnes was a supremely confident person, Anna Andreoli on the other hand was a quiet and timid mouse of a girl.
After they had hugged Agnes gave her an appraising examination, she hadn’t seen her baby sister for over a year.
She had long straight brown hair and a heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was short, body shape undetermined due to a rather shapeless baggy sweater, so it was difficult for Agnes to tell which way she was facing let alone see her figure.
Her legs were nice though ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet and she was 26 years old.

Agnes, though by her own admission plain, she always made the best of herself, she always wore good quality garments, and always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.
Anna on the other hand did not make the best of herself, she lacked any confidence, rarely smiled and was shabbily dressed.

Anna was also Pangmere born and bred but had been living and working in Abbottsford, but she had been made redundant from her job six months earlier and hadn’t been able to find anything else and as a result the bank had repossessed her flat.
Which was why when Agnes asked
“What had brought her to Pangmere after such a long time?”
She burst into tears, which was when Agnes’s maternal instincts kicked in, and they sat up long into the night and thrashed out a plan.

(Part 03)

Agnes was 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 customers 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 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 she 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 the three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, and 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 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.

But there was a fly in the ointment, in the shape of her sister’s arrival, not that it would curtail her predatory sexuality, Anna knew that her big sister she was a bisexual slut, she had hit on enough of her girlfriend’s in the past, and scored with quite a few, for her to know her sisters true nature.
The problem was that Anna was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and not at all sordid or slutty, she was a naïve and inexperienced girl, not virginal but not far off it.

The reason for her concern was that after the conversation they had long into the night it was quite obvious that there was no going back to Abbottsford for her, because the flat was gone, had she told Agnes earlier she could easily have bailed her out but as it was that ship had sailed.
So she would move back into her old room in the family home, that was settled, but there was the question of work.
Anna was hoping that she could get a job at the Hotel, she was a good worker and she didn’t mind hard work, and she had worked there as a chambermaid when she was at college.
“It’s a very different place from the one you remember Anna” Agnes said
“Oh I know about the sex” Anna replied
“You don’t know the half of it” Agnes thought to herself but out loud she said
“Well, if you’re sure I’ll have a word with Yvonne”

(Part 04)

Fifty two year old Yvonne Makin was a former masseur who along with her husband Clive ran a small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realised that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
As a result she was faced with some very hard choices to make, sell up, sell out or change direction, she chose to change direction.

She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and she was still considered attractive, not least by her twenty six old boyfriend.

As Anna walked into her office Yvonne stood up and she was in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
Everybody knew she enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, but she wasn’t aware of that, and as she shook hands with Anna, nor was she.

“Hello” Yvonne said and gave the quiet mousy girl the once over.
She had long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was short, body shape undetermined due to a rather shapeless baggy sweater, so it was difficult to tell what she may or may not be concealing.
Yvonne thought her legs were nice though, even ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet in her scuffed size 3 shoes.
She had trouble fixing her age though, she could easily have been anywhere between 18 and 30.
She ticked quite a few boxes however and even if the contents of her sweater turned out to be a disappointment Yvonne didn’t think it would take too long for someone to have a rummage.
“Hello” Anna said nervously
“Sit down honey and tell me all the embarrassing stories about your sister”
As soon as the words left her lips it occurred to her that they would have to be extremely embarrassing to come close to what she got up to at work.

They then spent about half an hour chatting, Anna telling family tales about Agnes as Yvonne put her at her ease while drinking coffee but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she had to disappoint Anna, who had turned up in Pangmere looking for a job, thinking that her sister Agnes was working for a respectable business.

After Anna explained her circumstances regarding her redundancy and the subsequent repossession of her flat she took a deep breath and got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to give me a job” Anna said “You seem very busy”
“The thing is…” Yvonne began
“I don’t mind what I do” Anna interrupted “I have worked here before”
“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought
“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite the same as it was when you were last here”
“Oh I know about the sex” Anna said

(Part 05)

“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite the same as it was when you were last here”
“Oh I know about the sex” Anna said
“You do?”
“Oh yes” she said “Agnes told me it’s a sin palace”
“Blimey that makes it sound like were running a brothel”
Yvonne said “It’s nothing like that”
“But there is sex” Anna pointed out
“Well we do cater for the more colourful people in society” Yvonne said
“Such as” Anna responded
“Well there are a lot of role players”
“Role players?” Anna asked with a puzzled expression
“Yes, they like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description
“You mean like training?” Anna said “or therapy?”
“There is an element of training involved” she replied “And our guests do find it therapeutic”
“That sounds innocent enough” Anna said
“Yes but it’s not all innocent” Yvonne said “Let me give you an example”
“Ok” Anna said brightly
“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night” Yvonne explained
“Why on earth would they do that?” Anna said “the rooms are really expensive so if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”
Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop
“Oh” she said “I understand now, so you are running a brothel”
“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied “In fact it’s nothing like a brothel”
“So what then?”
“We are just facilitators, we merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said
“Peculiarities?”
“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said “And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing, in fact you would not believe just how much”
“Oh I see” she said and Yvonne laughed
“So do you still want a job?”
“Yes please”
“Now I won’t pretend that you won’t see shocking things here because you will” Yvonne said “Do you think you can handle that?”
“Of course” she replied “but I wouldn’t want anything to do with their peculiarities”
Yvonne laughed
“Well I wouldn’t be too dismissive” she added “I think if you keep an open mind I think you’ll be fascinated”
“I just need a job” Anna said
“So does that mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked
“I really need a job” Anna said “I don’t care what I do and I’ll work really hard”
“Of that I have no doubt” Yvonne said and was thoughtful for a moment and looked at Anna’s shabby clothes
“We’ll have to do something about your outfit”
“I don’t want to dress up in anything…. Dirty” she said with alarm
“Don’t be silly” Yvonne said and laughed “I was thinking of something smarter, not something sexier”
“Oh” she exclaimed and went red
“I suggest a probationary period, in the costume department I think”
Yvonne said
“Thank you, thank you” Anna said enthusiastically
“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a month” Yvonne cautioned her
“You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

(Part 06)

Anna was assigned to work in the costume department to work with Yvonne’s niece Lesley, who was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of her Aunt when she was in her twenties, a small dark haired young woman, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

Lesley had also been a naïve and inexperienced girl when she started working there, but that didn’t last long.
Her lust started in the voyeur rooms which in turn lead her and Aidan to the playrooms in which, after that first outing they became regular visitors and they never left the room disappointed.
She wondered, as she looked at Agnes’s dowdy little sister, how long Anna would hold out before lust took control of her loins.
As Anna was a quiet little mouse of a girl, she suspected not very long as she had found out that it was always the quiet ones that you had to watch because they were like dormant volcanoes waiting to blow.

“I was like you when I first came here” Lesley said
Anna looked at her as she stood there in a silk camisole and fishnet stockings and raised an eye brow.
“Truly I wasn’t very experienced and I was a bit naïve, and my aunt didn’t think I would last so she assigned someone so show me around, and instructed him to leave no sight unseen.
She was hoping it would shock me into leaving and getting a more respectable job, but as you can see it didn’t work.
And my escort that day gets in my expensive silk knickers every chance we get”
It was true that when Lesley first arrived in Pangmere looking for a job Yvonne didn’t think she was up to it so she assigned Aidan McCauley, who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the old Spa Hotel who would never have said boo to a goose in his old life.
But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego, and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.
But out of uniform she thought he was the perfect escort for Lesley and within a few days he was escorting her arse off three times a day.
“What should I do then?” Anna asked “With no one to show me around, I don’t want to ask Agnes”
“No I wouldn’t” she agreed “Look at the end of the day just take a stroll around and look in some of the voyeur rooms, that will give you a taste of what goes on here”
“Ok” Anna agreed
“Right then first things first” Lesley said looking at Anna’s shabby clothes “you need to get changed of out those”
“I can’t wear something like that” she said referring to Lesley’s attire
“God no, there’s no way you’re ready for this, one day soon though, you definitely have the legs for fishnet stockings” she retorted “No I think you should stick to a costume, just pick something off the rack”
Anna looked doubtful however.
“Don’t look so worried they’re not all crotch less or see through” Lesley said and laughed “Try the Alice in Wonderland that will suit you”

(Part 07)

Anna emerged from a cubicle and Lesley looked her over and smiled, she was wearing a pale blue dress, white pinafore, white headband and matching ankle socks.
But when she had finished dressing she had slipped her white stocking feet back into her scuffed shabby shoes.
“Oh dear they won’t do at all” Lesley said

Lesley was fortunate enough to have another pair of hands in the costume department, albeit that they were part time hands, Emily Riley
“Emily!” she called
Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and she always wore a smile.
She was just a few months short of her 23rd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.
“Yes” replied a disembodied voice from behind one of the rails and then she appeared.
Anna recognized her immediately, not that she knew her as such, Emily was a few years behind her at school but she was such a pretty girl you couldn’t help but notice her.
“Can you take Anna down to the Rag Bag” Lesley said “I’m sure we can do better than those shoes, and see what else you can find for her”
The rag bag, was not as the name suggested, a bag full of rags, it was actually the lost property room where items of clothing and personal items were stored, generally until it was bagged up and sent to the charity shop.
It was only the clean clothing that was kept, anything that had been worn or soiled went straight in the bin.
The Hotel didn’t run a laundry service and Yvonne wasn’t prepared to send then out to be laundered when they were destined for disposal.
The House of Fun did use an external Laundry Service but only for the costumes from the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course she charged them a premium to use them, if only they came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical, as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and as Emily had discovered when costumes were returned they could require a lot of cleaning.
“Of course” Emily replied to Lesley’s request and smiled to Anna
“Hi Anna, I remember you from school”
“Do you?” Anna said and was amazed that a pretty girl like Emily had even noticed a drab girl like her at school, and by the time they reached the Rag Bag they were chatting like long lost friends and Anna opened up and told her all about her recent misfortune.

When they returned to the Costume Department an hour later they had a suitcase full of clothes and Anna was wearing a virtually brand new pair of court shoes and had a new best friend.

(Part 08)

When they returned to the Costume Department an hour later they had a suitcase full of clothes and Anna was wearing a virtually brand new pair of court shoes and had a new best friend.
“Excellent” Lesley said when she saw the shoes “Much better”
And then to Emily she added in a whisper
“Just one last thing, take her next door to get her new underwear”
Anna was a bit puzzled as there was nothing wrong with her underwear, they were in no way shabby like her external clothing, and they weren’t even that old.

What of course she wasn’t aware of was the effect that working in an environment where sex was everywhere.
And that effect was the occupational hazard of wet knicker syndrome.
Emily and Lesley were on 3 or 4 pairs a day and that figure doubled when you took into account the addition of post coital secretions.

Attached to the costume department there was a shop on the ground floor, that according to a brochure she saw in reception, sold underwear, hosiery and accessories, she wasn’t sure what the last part referred to, but she assumed from what Lesley had said that she would be able to buy knickers.
But when she followed Emily through the door that connected the costume department to the shop Anna was not prepared for what she saw.
Apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure.
“Wow” she said
“It’s impressive isn’t it” Emily said

Anna had lead a very sheltered life so as she perused the displayed She genuinely had no idea what some of the stuff was used for, but she looked anyway until Emily reminded her why they were there.
They went over to the knicker display, which was comprehensive, she picked up a pair that she liked and looked at the price tags and then put them back.
“Don’t you like them?” Emily asked
“I can’t afford these” she said “I can’t afford any of them”
“That doesn’t matter” Emily said “You just charge them”
“But I don’t have any money” Anna snapped
“Didn’t Yvonne explain?” Emily asked
“Explain what?” she said
“About the allowance”
“What allowance?” Asked Anna
“The clothing allowance of course” Emily explained
“I don’t know anything about it” shy replied
“Well we have an allowance, you have an allowance for lingerie and hosiery, in particular panties, and you won’t believe how many pairs of knickers you’ll get through” Emily said and chuckled because she was on her third pair of the day herself.
That was in part because she only finished her period the night before and she was always seriously horny when she’d just come off the rag, and with her horniness came the soling of her first pair.
Which was why she had an early morning quickie with her heart’s desire, James Ford-Bannister, on his massage table and that accounted for her second pair and she was hoping to write off the ones she had on at that moment with a lunch time outing in the play rooms, and that was the thought that filled Emily’s head while Anna was perusing the knickers.

(Part 09)

While Emily was daydreaming about her lunchtime fuck with James, Anna made her choice from the available selection of panties, and picked 10 pairs, two new bras and a pack of black tights and met Emily by the till where Emily perused her basket.
First of all she picked up the tights and said
“You’ll be more comfortable in stockings, trust me”
“I’ve never worn stockings” Anna said “wont I need suspenders then?”
“No, you can get the hold ups, which don’t need suspenders or you can get suspender tights’” Emily said
“What are they?”
“I’ll show you” she said and lifted her skirt up and showed her, which made Anna blush with embarrassment, not the sight of Emily’s stocking tops but the distinct dark circle of moisture on the front of her panties.
“Don’t be embarrassed” she said “You’re going to see a lot more than that if you work here”
Emily giggled as she put the tights back and picked up an equivalent quantity of stockings in the same shade and put them in Anna’s basket then she had a look at her pants.
“How many pairs of knickers have you got?” she asked
“Ten” she replied and Emily made a contemplative expression.
“Is that too many?” Anna asked
“No not at all” she said and smiled and then they went over to see Nicki Goble, who ran the shop, at the till.
“So you’re Agnes’s sister” Nikki said as she looked her over
“Yes” she replied timidly
“You don’t look much like her” she mused as she looked in the basket.
“2 bras, a ten pack of stockings and ten pairs of knickers”
“I can put some back if it’s too many” Anna offered
“Nonsense” Nikki replied “you can have more”
“No ten is plenty” Anna said
“Well ten will do to be going on with anyway” Nikki retorted and she and Emily giggled

When Anna and Emily returned next door, the former went straight to her suitcase to put away her purchases when Emily whispered
“DON’T take all of your knickers home”
“Why on earth not?” Anna asked
“Because it’s here at the House of Fun that you will feel the benefit of clean pants the most” she explained
“But why?” Anna asked wearing a puzzled expression
“Ask me again tomorrow” she replied enigmatically

Anna didn’t understand what Emily was getting at and as she wouldn’t elaborate further, so she got down to work sorting costumes, clean ones back on the rails and the soiled ones listed and bagged for the laundry, which was to be collected that afternoon.

Anna had just got the last bag tied with five minutes to spare before the man from Parker’s Laundry Service arrived and she got her first sight of Martin Botting the laundry man, who she thought very good looking, though she did not see him close to, nor did she speak to him, she just watched him from behind the clothing rails.

At the end of the day Lesley was very pleased with what Anna had achieved
“Well done today, you’ve worked hard” she said “So off you go, go and explore”
“Ok I’ll just get changed” Anna said
“Keep it on, you look lovely and you’ll turn heads, you can change later”

So she spent an hour touring some of the establishment’s diversions dressed as Alice in Wonderland and was shocked and amazed by the sights she saw and she knew precisely what Emily and Lesley meant about needing to have clean knickers to hand.

(Part 10)

After her first day in the costume department she spent an hour that evening touring some of the establishment’s diversions, dressed as Alice in Wonderland and was shocked and amazed by the sights she saw and she knew precisely what Emily and Lesley meant about needing to have clean knickers to hand.

Her first port of call was a voyeur room, the same one that was the site of Lesley’s baptism at the House of fun.
Voyeurism was very popular with staff and paying guests alike and some two way mirrors were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, or the punishment but that was very expensive, in fact, any request that deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Anna found the room number that Lesley gave her and she entered the adjoining voyeur room and sat down and when she was seated someone turned off the lights and opened the curtains to reveal the unsavoury scene of a thin middle aged woman, completely naked, chained to a wall while two of the establishments star performers, Claire and Kelly, vigorously beat her on the buttocks with riding crops.
“Bloody hell” Anna exclaimed
She found it disgusting, disturbing and altogether compelling and she soiled her first pair of knicker.
She was very shocked, by the brutality, the humiliation and the pleasure derived by all parties.
However despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.

A lot of what the staff at the House of Fun did, was less about sex and more about humiliation, whether it was verbal chastisement, or psychological bullying or actual physical punishment or just being tied up or restrained.
Some of the punishments were bordering on torture such as the university professor who enjoyed punishment by Tens machine which involved having the electrodes connected the parts of him that should only feel the tingle of sexual anticipation and not an electric current and Kelly and Claire loved it, and were very good at it.

After the show Anna paid a quick visit to the costume department to change her sodden knickers and then she headed back for more, but not more of the same, this time she headed to what were called the Riding Rooms.
Though there were no horses on the premises, no animals of any description were permitted on the premises, not even snakes which for some seemed to be a must have for erotica, Yvonne was very strict on that rule.
The riding rooms didn’t cater for horse riding it was an entirely different kind of riding.
Anna went into the voyeur room from where she witnessed a beautiful young TV star riding a mechanical cock to the celebrities vocally expressed satisfaction, and that put paid to another brand new pair of panties.

(Part 11)

After soiling her second clean pair of knickers in the voyeur rooms she decided not to sacrifice a third pair before her final viewing before she went home.
Lesley had recommended another must see so she followed Lesley’s directions which led her up and down a maze of corridors and then she slipped quietly into one of the voyeur rooms and settled down to watch the show, which began with Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man drop his trousers.
After his career change he turned out to be particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good looking and physically fit, but mainly because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.
The moment Callum dropped his trousers Anna exclaimed.
“Oh my God, look at the size of that cock”
And then she watched open mouthed as his client, a young socialite, impaled her shaven pussy on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Anna got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself, and had she been alone in that room she would have done.
As she watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft she suddenly thought how much she’d like to get some cock, not one as big as Callum’s, not for a while anyway.
Unable to finger herself she just kept watching until the young woman pumped her pussy on him so vigorously that all three of them came together.

After the girl climbed off Callum’s hug cock she knelt down and took him in her mouth, how she manage to get her lips around any part of it she didn’t know but she left the show at that point.
After the show she hurried back to the costume department and sought out the nearest changing cubicle where her first action was to get her saturated panties off and then she threw them at the wall and the fabric was so sodden with her juice that they stuck to the painted wall momentarily before slithering down to the floor.
Anna was so horny she sat in the corner of the cubicle and fingered herself, recalling every dirty and salacious image she had witnessed in the voyeur rooms.
As one hand fondled her breast through her costume her pussy creamed her fingers on the other and she began making deliciously sensual sounds as she enjoyed it.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and she could feel the burning heat from her pussy, and her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until she fingered herself with real ferocity and at the moment she wanked herself to orgasm, Lesley was in earshot and she smiled and thought to herself
“The House of Fun strikes again”

(Part 12)

“The House of Fun strikes again” Lesley thought to herself and smiled as she listened to Anna wank herself to orgasm in one of the costume department changing rooms.

As Anna was in the cubicle getting changed out of her Alice in Wonderland costume and back into her shabby street clothes Lesley left the costume department for the evening and she was quite wet herself having listened to Anna pleasuring herself, so she headed off to find her boyfriend Aidan to get some well needed cock.

When Anna was dressed she pick up the blue dress and noticed a huge cum patch on the back where she had leaked on it during her masturbation.
“That will need to go to the laundry” she said and giggled then she threw it onto the laundry pile and trundled her suitcase behind her as she headed home.

Over the coming days, or in her case the Cumming days, Anna continued to work in the Costume Department but she also spent two hours a day helping out in the shop and she wore a different costume every day, and every day it ended up on the laundry pile soiled with her lust.

Also during her time among the costumes, Anna had set her cap very firmly at Martin Botting the man from Parker’s Laundry Service.
He was a short stocky twenty-eight year old with short sandy hair and two distinguishing features, a rather frowny countenance, with and associated habit of staring intently and his other physical features were his protruding ears.

Initially she watched him from behind the clothing rails and wore very modest costumes if she did emerge at all.
But as the weeks slipped by she grew in confidence and she would interact with him and even her choice of costume became increasingly sexier with each passing day.
But she didn’t seem to be making any progress and she thought she knew the reason why, it was her.
It didn’t make any difference what outfit she wore she was still Anna, the plain timid mouse.

As a result of her failure she needed to take action.
Anna called the combination of Martin’s stare and the frown his “Paddington stare” and it had become her one desire to have him stare at her, she just needed to give him something to stare at, because just being her wasn’t getting her anywhere at all.
But as she was naïve and inexperienced she was going to have to do extensive research in the voyeur rooms to learn some tricks of the trade, to learn what men like and how to do it for them.
So although she wasn’t gay Anna watched the girls performing in the voyeur rooms, she was watching them to learn how to be alluring, seductive and downright dirty.

However the side effect of her research made her hornier than ever so she started borrowing sex toys from the shop and taking them home and frigging herself to climax with them in her and then returning them to the shelf the next day.

(Part 13)

There was a lot of titillation available for someone with a lustful eye and plenty of other delights on offer and there was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun, so for that reason they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight, which cost a fortune, but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which was highly inflated which more than covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics were wipe clean as Anna could easily testify.

She could also testify as too many of the titillations on show in the S & M rooms, where a figure dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, thrashes his victim.
She also regularly watched Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls dishing out severe punishment to a former head mistress in one of the special play rooms.
And after viewing the activities in several of the special play rooms though “Special” seemed such an inadequate word for what went on in those rooms.

Watching all the sex at the Hotel on a daily basis really turned Anna on in a way she had never been aroused before and it even prompted her to finger herself in the voyeur rooms on more than one occasion.
But most nights she took a dildo or a vibrator of the shelf in the shop, carefully opened it in the privacy of her bedroom where she would frig her minge, and then the next day she would put the sordid item back on the shelf for sale.
She went through a large number of the shops range, and she was getting satisfied, but alas not in the way she wanted.
What she really wanted was for Martin to frig her, in fact she was getting desperate for it, but he was too inexperienced to make it happen, and it was starting to get her increasingly frustrated and making her more than a little sulky.

“Cheer up” Lesley said “Martin will be in soon to pick up the laundry”
“Why would that cheer me up?” she retorted
“You know very well that you fancy him” Lesley pointed out
“I don’t even know why you would think that” Anna said
“I probably think that because he makes you go weak at the knees every time you look at him” Lesley explained “And he probably gets you wet as well”
“Oh really…” she protested and went bright red
“Don’t deny it” Lesley said
Anna opened her mouth to do just that but thought better of it and closed her mouth again and then sat down heavily on a chair.
“Oh bollocks” she said “how humiliating”
“Don’t be like that” Lesley said
“Well it’s bad enough that I know I fancy him and I’m not getting anywhere but now I know that you know as well”
“And Emily” Lesley said “And Nikki”
“Oh great my humiliation is complete” she said and put her head in her hands.
“Well it’s about time you pulled your finger out and closed the deal” Lesley said
“How though?” she said “When he looks at me he just sees a plain little mouse”
“Then show him something else” Lesley suggested

(Part 14)

“Oh great my humiliation is complete” Anna said and put her head in her hands.
“Well it’s about time you pulled your finger out and closed the deal” Lesley said
“How though?” she said “When he looks at me He just sees a plain little mouse”
“Then show him something else” Lesley suggested
“What do you mean?”
“Well I had the same problem with Aidan, I wanted him and I was sure he wanted me, but nothing was happening” she explained “So I set a trap for him”
“What did you do?” Anna asked
“I dressed as a schoolgirl and lured him to one of the playrooms and offered it to him on plate” she said wistfully “And I’m still offering it and he’s still helping himself”
“Do you think I can do that?” Anna asked
“Of course you can” Lesley replied “you just need to set the trap”
“But I don’t have the bait that you do” she said referring to Lesley’s gorgeous figure and huge tits.
“Nonsense, don’t sell yourself short” Lesley replied “You have a lot going for you”
“Will you help me?” Anna asked
“Absolutely” she replied

So they spent the next hour discussing the options.
When Lesley set her trap for Aidan she had the whole of the Hotel to operate in because he was an employee so she could lure him anywhere within their workplace.
Martin Botting worked for Parker’s Laundry Service in Finchbottom and had no reason to go anywhere else other than the Costume Department and Housekeeping, the latter was far too busy so the trap had to be in the Costume Department where they had complete control of the environment and so they made a plan.

In order for everything to go without a hitch Lesley had to take Emily and Nikki into their confidence.
Nikki would lock the door between the shop and costume department at the appointed time and Emily would do the same with the side entrance leaving the main door to Lesley.
And they choose Monday afternoon to spring their trap as it was always very quiet and the corridors were normally sparsely populated.

At the time Martin arrived to collect the bags of soiled costumes a young woman followed him in, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs.
Martin noticed her immediately, she was very pretty but was very aware of the fact and she positively preened when she realized Martin was admiring her legs.
So she showed them off to him in a series of poses so he could marvel at them further which got his full attention, however her performance culminated in her bending over and showing him her fleshy cheeks but then he noticed on the newly exposed buttock, a large tattoo which was like an ice cold shower to his desire so he turned his attention to finding Anna, he liked Anna, she had a pretty smile and lovely legs as well.

The leggy blonde on seeing he had lost interest in her huffed quite loudly and flounced off and went in through the door into the shop which immediately closed and didn’t reopen so phase one was complete.

(Part 15)

Nikki had locked the door once the leggy blonde had entered the shop so she turned her attention to selling as much slutty underwear and sex toys to her as she could.
Meanwhile in the costume department Martin continued his search for Anna, he was sure that he caught sight of her when he first walked in but she was nowhere to be seen, she was probably behind on of the rails, she was quite small, but she always appeared before he left.
They would always exchange glances, his were of lechery while hers were of coquettishness, he wanted to ask her out but he kept losing his nerve.
“Hi Martin” Lesley said “Are you ok to wait for ten minutes, I’ve just got to go and fetch another bag from upstairs, Anna will look after you”
“That’s ok” he said
“Great sit yourself down and I’ll be back in twenty minutes tops” she said and nodded to Emily, who was stood by the side door, and she nodded back and closed the door then Lesley left and shut the main door and then stood guard.
Martin did as he was told and sat on the chair provided and waited for someone to return.
He hoped it would be Anna, the other two, Emily and Leslie were so beautiful that they terrified him

Anna on the other hand was perfect, she was brunette with long straight brown hair, some might have called her rather plain, but not him, he thought she had a lovely face despite the fact it was heavily freckled.
He loved her blue eyes, which he thought were just gorgeous, as was her cute nose and thin-lipped smile.
Martin liked the fact she was short, because he wasn’t tall himself and he was hoping to become intimate with her body shape which was at that time undetermined due to the fact she never wore the same thing twice he had seen in in various guises from a rather shapeless baggy sweater to Alice in Wonderland, so it was difficult to tell what she may or may not be concealing.
Her legs were nice though, in fact they were gorgeous, and she had tiny feet, which was a big plus for him.
And Anna was roughly the same age as him which was perfect.
He really looked forward to calling at the House of Fun, at first when he was put on that round and he went there it felt a bit dirty and he was always hoping to see something sexy, and occasionally he did but not often.
But then he forgot about his smutty thoughts because seeing Anna became his goal.
The first few times he didn’t actually see her because she was so shy and timid but she grew in confidence and she stopped hiding, she was still shy but they were at least talking and he was able to get a look proper look at her and he liked what he saw.
So as he sat down on the chair he was hoping she would come along soon and wondered what she would be wearing.

(Part 16)

The warmth in the room soon began to lull him off to sleep, it was only the sound of bare feet padding on the floor that brought him back and through half opened eyes he saw Anna had arrived but minus her tights and shoes and she seated herself in the corner of the changing cubicle directly opposite him, about six feet away.
She didn’t say anything, she just sat in the corner until she did something that brought him wide awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and it was resting against the cubicle wall, she drew it up towards herself while her left leg was stretched across the cubicle.
Anna sat there with her head back, eyes closed with a hand on each knee and then she slowly slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt.
“Bloody hell” he thought as the fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing first her bum cheeks and then her slit.
“Her knickers clearly came off when her tights did” he thought
The material kept on its upward trend until the full majesty of her hairy Minge was visible.
Martin had an instant boner as her tiny hand and nimble finger returned downward, either side of her closed labia and then the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit revealing the soft moist flesh inside.
Anna slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while Martin’s pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
“She’s good, very, very, good” he thought “it’s always the quiet mousy girls you have to watch”
What he didn’t know of course was that she had never done this before, not with an audience, she was only doing what she had seen a girl called Helen Culleton doing in the voyeur rooms and she’d had to have several drinks to get up the courage to act.
As he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny he suddenly became aware that however exciting this was and it would undoubtedly make it to his wank bank he thought to himself
“She is never going to finish herself off before Lesley gets back”
Then he thought with amusement
“Lesley is going to arrive before Anna does”
So he moved the short distance between his chair and the cubicle and perched on the edge of her bench.
Once he was in close proximity to her he could detect the tell-tale smell of alcohol, which explained her uninhibited performance.
Martin placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh while two finger of his left hand invaded her cunny and Anna’s nimble fingers continued their work while he engaged in frigging her.
Anna’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came loud and hard and she pulled his fingers hard into her cunny and as her thighs came together Martin did something he hadn’t done for many years, he creamed his jeans.

(Part 17)

Anna opened her eyes for the first time and smiled coyly at him as she released her grip on his hand and his fingers slipped out of her cunny.
“That was nice” he said
“That was very nice” she corrected him
“Very nice indeed” he agreed and kissed her on the lips in a long tender embrace which only ended when they heard the door open and they both stood up.
“I hope we can…. You know…. get together um …. Again sometime” He stammered
“Me too” Anna said, kissed him, blushed and padded off barefoot to another cubicle to redress herself leaving him standing alone.
“Here it is” Lesley said dropping a laundry bag at his feet
“Thanks Lesley” he said
“I hope you didn’t mind waiting Martin” she said and looked down at the wet patch on his jeans
“No I can see you didn’t”
“No um… yes um ….bye” he stammered and rushed out
He could still taste the alcohol on his lips as he walked uncomfortably down the corridor with sticky pants.

Emily and Nikki had joined Lesley and were waiting expectantly when Anna appeared all sticky lipped and tingling.
“Well?” Lesley said “Did it work?”
She was certain it had because she had seen a wet cum patch on his jeans, so she knew something had occurred, unless he was just a spontaneous ejaculator.
In response to the question Anna went bright red and giggled
“So it did work” Emily said and Anna giggled again.

Once they had got her to stop blushing and giggling they were able to glean some facts from her.
“We didn’t do it though” she said
“But now he’s had a taster he’ll be back for more” Nikki said
“Do you think so?” Anna asked
“Oh yes, that was just an entrée he will definitely be back for the main course” Emily said
“Can we stop talking about food, you’re all making me hungry” Lesley said “and I’m getting aroused which is very confusing”
And they all laughed.

“Are you sure he’ll want more?” Anna asked Lesley, when they were alone
“Very sure” she replied
“Why are you so sure though?” she asked
“Because you made him cum in his pants” Lesly replied
“Did I?” she asked
“Yes you did”
“How do you know he did that?” Anna asked suspiciously
“Because of the wet patch on the front of his jeans” Lesley replied
“So trust me when I say you have him in the palm of your hand”
“Wow”
“But it’s all up to you now” Lesley said “We can’t help you with the next bit”
“I know” she said “But now I know he wants me I think I can do it”
“Of course you can” Lesley agreed “He thinks you’re hot, so seize the day”

That evening after work she didn’t do her normal patrol of the voyeur rooms to get herself wet she just had to recollect being with Martin in the changing cubicle and she was wet in seconds.
So she put the whole sexual interlude into her wank bank and pictured it all as she wanked herself to orgasm in her bedroom and then she planned her next move and that process got her wet all over again so she frigged herself for a second time.

(Part 18)

The very next morning after her horny sexual interlude with Martin she awoke not with the nervous anticipation of impending nookie but with the flu.
She was as stiff as a board, ached in every joint, had a fever, a head ache and was seriously miffed.
So after phoning into work she returned to her bed and didn’t emerge again until Friday and had to defer her intentions to shag Martin.
She returned to work on Saturday but she knew there would be no shag because there was no laundry collection until Monday and besides that she was on her period by then.

Martin rose early on the morning Anna awoke with flu and he was full of nervous anticipation and couldn’t wait to get to the costume department and see Anna again and hopefully indulge in a little naughtiness again.
When he reached the costume department he immediately started searching for Anna among the clothing rails but couldn’t see her.
“Just the two bags today Martin” Lesley said with a smile, she had noticed him searching for the object of his lust and thought she would play with him for a while.
“Oh ok” he said still surveying his surroundings.
“Have you lost something?” she asked
“No, no” he replied
“Really?”
“Well I was just wondering if…” he began
“Yes?”
“If… you know… I could… maybe… if it’s ok… um speak to Anna” he stammered
“You want to speak to Anna” Lesley said
“Yes” he replied with relief
“No you can’t” she retorted
“Oh” he said crestfallen “ok”
“She’s not in today” Lesley said putting him out of his misery
“I don’t know what you did to her yesterday, but she phoned in sick”
“Is she ok?” he asked with concern
“Don’t worry” Lesley said “She just has the flu”

When she arose early on Monday morning she ate a very hearty breakfast before taking a long relaxing bath and having fed and cleansed her body she decided it was time to go to work and burn all the fuel she had taken on board and get her body really dirty.

Since the changing cubicle incident Martin had been going around with a permanent hard on, which he had to keep on dealing with in the time honoured manner.
And when he fell asleep at night, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic dreams, lusty dreams and just plain dirty dreams.
The result of this was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off, which he had to deal with again.
So it was with some relief that Monday morning came and he could go and hunt down Anna because he was determined that he wasn’t going to wank off another erection brought on by thoughts of Anna, the next time he ejaculated it was going to be inside her.
Which would have been music to her ears because after suffering a bout of flu and her period her self-confidence was well and truly in the toilet.

(Part 19)

The good news for Martin was that Anna was back at work, the bad news was the costume department was quite busy.
He made eye contact with Lesley, who was busy at the counter and couldn’t help him herself.
“Hi Martin if you’re in a hurry Emily or Anna can help you, if you can find them”
He nodded in response and wandered over to the cubicles and felt a stirring in his pants as he looked into the one that was the scene of their lust.
He was so lost in his thoughts of that delicious moment that he didn’t see the hazard coming his way.
And he suddenly felt someone barge him from behind, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly, then realising what they had done the figure turned round.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you” the figure said then continued with surprise
“Oh Martin”
“Hello Anna” he said feebly
She was dressed as a court jester and had an armful of costumes and she got a bit flustered and dropped one.
She tried to recover it but she fell against him with her buttocks and scrambled to recover her balance.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so she then dropped another costume and she fell against him once more, but again she scrambled to get her balance again, but this time as she scrambled he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her arse with the intention of steadying her but instead he took the opportunity to start caressing her arse, feeling every inch of its curve.
“Sorry” she said again
“Stop apologizing girl” he chastised her
“I’m not sorry in the slightest, you have a very nice little arse by the way”
“You shouldn’t say things like that” she said blushing
“Why not? It’s true” Martin said then he leant over and kissed her and she dropped the rest of her costumes and reciprocated the kiss with interest, at first, but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the department, it was much busier than their last meeting in the cubicles.
“Too many people eh?” he said and she nodded
So Martin took hold of her hand and led her into one of the vacant cubicles away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than before and while his lips busied themselves, his hands made in roads inside her tunic where he found another layer to contend with this time a cotton vest.
He figured it must be a long vest as it was unyielding to his effort to get inside it, but get “in” he had every intention of doing, so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them plump and braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.
He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when someone immediately outside the cubicle said
“I was looking for something demure”
“How about “Mary Poppins”?” Emily suggested “Or Maria from the “Sound of Music”?”
“Maria would be perfect” the customer said and Emily led the woman away
“We should stop” Martin said but then added, “but I don’t want to stop”
Anna didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.

(Part 20)

Martin and Anna were in one of the Costume Department changing room having been interrupted in the midst of a passionate embrace.
They had to stop, though neither wanted to, but they hastily rearranged their clothing and then Anna said
“I’m supposed to be working and we’re really busy”
“I know” he said resignedly
“We’ve only got half an hour” she added with a sideways glance.
And then she opened the curtain and surveyed the area before taking his hand and dragging him behind her.
“Come on” she said
Normally they wouldn’t have made it unnoticed but with all the customers they managed to get out the side door and then Anna led him hurriedly down the hall to their destination.
Anna opened the door to the disabled loo and once inside Martin closed and bolted the door.
The disabled toilet would not have been her first choice as the venue for their first time, any more than the changing room cubicle was where she would have chosen to have their first intimate moment, but needs must when the devil drives, and the devil in her case was a horny itch that she needed to be scratched.
The second the lock snapped shut, Anna began debagging him from behind and she had his trousers and pants around his ankles and her hands on his cock before he could blink.
He was still slipping his feet out of his pants and trousers when Anna steered him around so they were facing each other where she could kiss him and grab his cock at the same time.
Mousy little Anna had taken complete control of the situation.

Martin was quite unaccustomed to the girl taking charge and it was quite refreshing, not that he was that successful with the opposite sex.
Nonetheless he reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive Anna up off the floor until she was standing on the toilet seat where she continued to kiss him while he yanked her striped tights and cotton knickers down to her knees, before he slid his hands up the backs of her naked thighs until he reached the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, which he squeezed, caressed and kneaded before he seated her on the disabled handrail so he could completely remove her under things.
Then he sat on the toilet seat, which conveniently placed him perfectly between her white bony knees and he was about to sip from her furry cup when she pushed his head back.

“No time for that” she said taking the initiative again this time by climbing on to his lap.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to lick her pussy, she did, but that was for another day, so she kissed him hard on the mouth as she impaled her hot cunny on to his cock, her hot breath filling his mouth as she slid down to his stalk to his balls.

(Part 21)

Martin instantly set about getting in-between her and her vest, which only took a few seconds once he had tugged the vest from inside her waistband and he was soon rewarded for his efforts when he cupped her lovely breasts.
Anna by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was going about her task with relish, and her mouth was now by his ear and she was moaning hoarsely.
Martin relinquished his tender touch on her soft breasts and instead grasped her buttocks and help her stay in the saddle as she pumped up and down, faster and faster, on his shaft.
“Oh Martin” Anna whimpered as she moved ever nearer the blissful abyss.
He moved his hands off her firm buttocks and up to her hips to control the rhythm and in response she gripped the support rail behind his head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder and louder
“Ohhhh God” she screamed in orgasm and throwing back her head she pumped on him again and he came in her and again she pumped her pussy and then once again, milking him of every drop.
“Ahhh” Anna exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him.
They stayed like that for ten minutes savouring it but then she was on the move.
“I have to go,” she said as she was climbing off his wilting cock.
But she had all but released his cock from its syrupy tomb and with his helmet barely encased between her lips she slid back down on him again and Anna repeated this joyful exercise three more times,
Each one accompanied by a wistful sigh, before she finally released his cock and then she leant forward and kissed him.
“We will do this again, wont we?” she asked with a furrowed brow
“God yes” Martin replied instantly and her plaintive frown was immediately replaced with a huge grin followed by a crimson blush.
He took hold of her, pulling her face towards him and he kissed the eager lips in a long and tender embrace and then they quickly redressed and as she stood by the door he turned off the light and opened the door slightly to peer at the passers-by and there was just time for one last kiss in the darkness before emerging into the corridor to join the others milling around in the corridor.
Once they reached the door to the Costume Department they split up, Anna went in first and Martin was to wait before he followed her in,
She went straight to the place where she dropped the armful of costumes and started to pick them up and hang them on the rail when Lesley spotted her.
“Anna! Where on earth have you been?”
“Sorry Lesley” she replied just as Martin came through the door
“Ah so that’s where you’ve been” She said “And did you seize the day?”
“Oh yes” she replied “I seized it very well”
“Well done you dirty little girl” Lesley said “I’m proud of you”
“Thanks” she said and blushed
“But” Lesley said “But you don’t do it when we’re busy?”
“Sorry Lesley, I just had to seize it before it got away” she confessed and they both laughed.

(Part 22)

The first sexual interlude between Martin Botting and Anna Andreoli happened in the changing cubicle in the Costume Department of the House of Fun.
Where he got his first look at the full majesty of her hairy Minge as her tiny hand and nimble fingers opened her closed labia like a piece of ripe fruit revealing the soft moist flesh inside and as Anna slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while Martin’s pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
Until he had to step in and placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh while two finger of his left hand invaded her cunny.
Anna’s nimble fingers continued their work while he engaged in frigging her.
Anna’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came loud and hard and she pulled his fingers hard into her cunny.
And as her thighs came together Martin did something he hadn’t done for many years, he creamed his jeans.

The second interlude occurred in the disabled toilet where she took the initiative and quickly released his cock which culminated in her kissing him hard on the mouth as she impaled her hot cunny on to his cock, her hot breath filling his mouth as she slid down to his balls.

For the third occasion they planned something very different, no frantic fingering in a cubicle, no matter how satisfying it might be nor would it be a sordid shag in a disabled toilet the next one would be very special.
Anna had booked a room at the Hotel where she would not just have him once she would have him as many times as she wanted.

Being Friday there was a lot of hustle and bustle in the halls and he couldn’t easily lay eyes on his quarry.
So it took him a while before he spotted the short little girl with the nice little figure and the long straight brown hair dancing on her shoulders.
And when he met the gaze of her lovely blue eyes through the crowd, her cute nose wrinkled and her thin-lipped smile transformed her normally rather plain, heavily freckled face, into a vision of beauty.

She was decked out, as was her habit, in a costume, although he had no idea what the costume signified.
The shabby tights that she was prone to wearing had been replaced by a rather more superior quality product in blue which encased her shapely legs, in stockings he hoped.
She also had on a flared blue dress and a blue mop cap, as he was to find out later everything she was wearing was blue apart from the black shoes on her tiny feet.
Anna gave him a wave and carried on dealing with the punters so he waited patiently on the fringes.

He watched her move from punter to punter and he thought she was an altogether more confident lass that the shy little mouse he first met in the Costume Department, but that was before the time she entertained him by displaying the full majesty of her hairy Minge, before her tiny hand and nimble fingers began frigging at her fanny before his eyes.
Martin got a distinct boner as he recalled that remarkable imagery though he had to take over when she faltered and finished her off and creamed his jeans at the same time.
He continued to watch her as his cock bulged in his pants but he didn’t approach her he just had to wait.
Martin lost sight of her but couldn’t go looking for her in comfort due to the obvious swelling in his pants, so he waited.
“Hello Martin” Anna said as she walked up beside him.
“Hello sexy” He said and he kissed her so passionately that she blushed
“It’s very busy” he said as he looked around “And I really want to get busy”
“Me too Martin” she responded still blushing
“So when can you finish?”
“I finish at seven” Anna replied “But it might be eight tonight”
“Ok I’ll see you up there” he said as he towered over her diminutive figure.

(Part 23)

Martin went into the bathroom and had a pee and then as he had time to kill, he decided to have a shower in preparation for what he hoped was going to be a nerve tingling night.
When he’d finished he wrapped a towel around his middle, Sarong style, and turned the TV on and sat in a chair and watched the end of one of the Rocky movies, he wasn’t sure which one.
He continued to watch as the next film started, this time it was one of the Jaws franchise, again he wasn’t sure which because he wasn’t really concentrating, it had a big fish in it and involved a lot of splashing about and anyway he only lasted about ten minutes before the long blinks set in, which quickly led to sleep.

He was woken from his slumber by a persistent tapping on the door, he looked at his watch and only twenty minutes had elapsed since he had drifted off.
Martin got out of the chair and was just about to open the door when his towel came undone and he was naked so he quickly picked the towel up and wrapped it around his middle again and then he opened the door and found the source of the tapping was Anna, still wearing her costume.
“Come in Honey” he said and the moment the door closed she buried her face in his naked chest.
They just stood in the room for about five minutes, Anna dressed in her all blue costume and Martin in a towel.
Until the pattern of her breathing changed and he felt the feather light kisses from her soft lips on his chest which prompted the tell-tale tingle beneath his towel.
Anna’s lips then journeyed up his chest until they reached his and she kissed him, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, and a quite electric kiss with just the right amount of urgency.
Martin was just contemplating getting inside her costume when she broke away and yanked the towel off him and stood back giving him an appraising look and bit her lip as she stared at his erection.
She flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze to his swollen cock and then he sat down on the bed and Anna removed her hat before she sat on a chair and removed her shiny little shoes before returning to the middle of the room.
“Well don’t stop there,” he said
“No you have to do it” she replied and giggled so he stood up and stepped towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on his cock.
They kissed again, but this time her small hands busied themselves caressing his naked flesh.
Meanwhile he used one hand and unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Anna obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her small breast encased behind pale blue lace.

(Part 24)

Martin used one hand and unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Anna obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her small breast encased behind pale blue lace.
He repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and Anna used her tiny feet to kick it away.
Martin glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her rear aspect as she stood there in just her underclothes and stockings.
She had a tidy little figure and a gorgeous little arse, which he quickly fondled before his hands proceeded upwards and unhooked her bra.
Martin didn’t wait to discard the garment first, he just moved his hand straight to the prize beneath the lace and cupped her tittie, and she sighed, snorting air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple.
Their mouths disengaged briefly and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness and then still fondling her breast they kissed again.
But Martin’s cock was throbbing and there was a tell-tale ache in his balls so reluctantly he released her pert tittie and instead slid his hands down inside her knickers to fondle the flesh of her plump cheeks.
It took little effort to roll her pants down off her buttocks to the top of her thighs and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankle and began peeling her stockings from her legs, then he went back up her thighs for her knickers.
When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, every inch of her small freckled frame with the pert tits and stiffened nipples and a flat stomach leading to her gloriously hairy brunette bush.
Martin dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to that magnificent minge.
As enjoyable as their last shag in the disabled toilet was it was a more hurried affair and she didn’t have the time for him to do her full justice, and noshing her was not an option.
At the House of Fun however they had all the time in the world as Martin proceeded upward along her thigh he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and twelve hours since it was last showered, and this heady erotic fragrance spurred him on, he looked up briefly and saw Anna laying there with her eyes closed and biting her lip and as she opened up wide for him.
So he buried his face in her moist minge and pleasured her with his nose, his mouth, and his tongue.
And it wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as he devoured her flesh before she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.
Martin could wait no more and so he lifted his head and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh and she licked her lips.
So he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while he tugged his cock with the other.

(Part 25)

Once he had satisfied both Anna and his own baser animal appetite he began kissing his way up her body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, he stopped briefly when he reached her breasts and sucked on her teats while he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers, and Anna moaned deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.
Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. Martin put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him so he could kiss her again and despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.
Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.
He was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.
She spread her legs wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.
Anna sucked in air through her teeth as he penetrated her and her skinny legs wrapped around him.
“Ahhhhh” she exclaimed when he was all the way in.
Anna wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny and it was wetting his balls more and more with every stroke.
She came three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like a mother panting through a contraction.
“Shhh”
“Shhh”
“Shhh”
Followed by a more expressive
“Ohhhh”
He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer, as he pumped her pussy, he was very close to that ecstatic moment of conclusion.
Anna’s next big orgasm would be the finale for them both.
He had a great rhythm going and her skinny legs were still gripping him hard and as the strokes shortened her exclamations changed to soft rhythmic pants.
“Ooh”
“Ooh”
Until they reached that perfect point of climax when they both came together and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Ahhhhhh”
And Martin emptied his sac into her grateful gash and when he pulled out of her quivering quim she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction.

They spent the next two hours in each other’s arms basking in the afterglow beneath the duvet drifting in and out of sleep.
When they awoke after their brief respite under the covers where they had cuddled up ended up facing each other and she started to play with his shaft,
“So you want to do it again do you?” he asked
“Yes I do” she replied “but do it gentle this time”
“Ok” he agreed and rolled her gently onto her back and kissed her.

(Part 26)

They stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half-light and admired her body again.
Her breasts were more than adequate in his view and were surmounted by pale rose pink nipples which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently and Anna emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.
His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her mound, she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger parted her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
“So wet so soon” he thought as he looked down on her.
Anna was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to the fingering of her slippery slit.
She had not become excessively vociferous in response to his attention, but he could easily tell she was on the brink by the way she was frantic tugging on his cock.
So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he’d fingered her until Christmas he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
He looked down on her as her face relaxed back to her angelic demeanour and she opened her eyes and smiled.
Martin leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
As he carefully positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Anna sighed momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
He continued caressing her beautiful breast as he withdrew and entered her again and then again.
Anna began to writhe a little beneath him and licked her lips as he entered again.
Martin had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would and he had to suppress his animal urges,
“Do it gentle this time” she had pleaded so it had to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at him as she softly moaned and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and she cried out
“Oh Godddd”
Then he kissed her hot panting mouth.
“That was wonderful,” she panted.
He kissed her again and withdrew, and then climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug and self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.

(Part 27)

“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“My God you’re insatiable” he said
“Yes I know” Anna said “But when?”
“Not until the morning, I’m not a machine you know” Martin said
“That’s a shame” she said but seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she had already taken every ounce of satisfaction from him that night she thought she would have him twice again the next morning.

The first time occurred when Martin awoke just as the dawn was breaking to find Anna sucking greedily on his cock and then she rode on the resulting erection to her great satisfaction.

The second time took place when Martin was in the shower and it began when she sat on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth again and sucked him up to full erection and then she stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breast and drip off her hard proud nipples.
Anna lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.
Martin watched intently and began tugging on his shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which he took as his signal to fuck her.
He slipped in between her greasy lips easily and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.
With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles but as he banged her on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until they both came in a juddering climax.
Afterwards he was shattered and his legs had completely gone, after the toe curling knee trembler.
Martin had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries and he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about twenty minutes.
By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Anna was already fully dressed.
“You’ve recovered then” she said and giggled
“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it” he said in response
“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms
“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested
“That’s just how I like you” Martin teased her and then they kissed.
But that was all they did as she had to go to work, which was just as well because he was totally knackered and he wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 4 hours.
So he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye it was clear she had lust on her mind, but he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d already had or imagining what she was going to get later.
“I have to go” she said suddenly with a sigh and she walked over and kissed him and gave his cock a cheeky tug and then she left.
As soon as the door closed he lay down on the bed and although physically he was a spent force, his mind was awash with erotic images of his time with Anna Andreoli, and he looked forward to spending another dirty night with the dowdy sister.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (13) Up at the Crack of Dawn

(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.

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.
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.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

(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.

So Yvonne Makin, who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled, which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul, who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all he also had a friendly open face.
Yvonne thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

(Part 03)

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

(Part 04)

Paul awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beatle’s “Eight Days a Week” emanating from the mobile phone on the bedside table, he could just make out in the half-light a small white hand reaching out and silencing it.
Then he thought “my phone doesn’t make a noise like that” so he tried to figure out where the hell he was and who the owner of the small white hand was.
He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank.
I.e. when your eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog on the floor becomes a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping child on the chair becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.
So he was still struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify his location but to no avail, after all he had woken up in a good many bedrooms over the years.
But just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Yvonne kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him she had ridden him like a whirling dervish in the darkness of the night before and when she collapsed on him in an orgasmic heap they must have fallen asleep.
And there she still lay draped across him sighing with contentment.
Yvonne looked up at him and smiled and then the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw his aroused cock, as she realised that she was in the bed of one of her guests and his sister was in the next room.
“What do we do now?” she whispered “Will she come in?”
“No” he replied “of course not”
“Good” she replied
“What exactly is the problem?” he asked
“I’m in bed with a guest” Yvonne explained
“And you regret that?” Paul asked
“Not for a second” she said with alarm and then kissed his chest
“I just can’t be seen leaving a guests room in the early hours” she whispered
“Because you’re ashamed” Paul suggested
“Never” she said and sat up and kissed him “Never”
“I’m only teasing” he said and kissed her head
“I’ll keep watch and then you can sneak out when it’s all clear” he suggested
“Ok” she acquiesced
Such was his state of attraction towards her and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with an unfortunate bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” he thought to himself which was when they heard what they presumed to be Polly’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Paul said “now’s your chance to go”
So Paul slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him and he looked down to see Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth

(Part 05)

So Paul slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him and he looked down to see Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth
“oh Yvonne you naughty little Spa owner” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.
“I thought you wanted to go” he added as he had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as he was nearing the threshold
“oh Yvonne if you don’t stop soon I’m going to cum, do you want me to cum?”
Her answer was that she gave him one more full length suck of his cock and then looked up at him with a broad smile and then turned and knelt on the bed with her round white arse in the air.
Her tidy pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him and with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was about to come.
Standing proudly aroused behind her pouting moist lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either, she had been a very noisy partner the night before, which was evidenced as he penetrated her right up to his balls and she let out a muffled animal grunt.
God it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.
He thought she must be relishing a final taste of sex with a guest, with a man half her age, and she wanted to make the most of it before she returned to normal.
But nothing could have been farther from the truth, she didn’t want it to be the last time, she wanted more, a lot more but she didn’t think that he would.
She thought Paul wouldn’t want to be enjoying her wares after that morning and she wouldn’t be enjoying his.
He could hear her moaning beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive him.
Yvonne was eagerly accepting him in his bed again and again and her labia greased his shaft and wet his balls with every stroke.
He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.
She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.

(Part 06)

He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.
She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.
But when he return his thoughts to the job in hand Yvonne’s hips were swinging slightly from side to side as he gave her another length and she tried to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was enjoying his cock repeatedly spearing her.
He went into her again and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower this time, then again and again, bringing stifled moans in response, like low rumbles from inside the duvet.
Quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she responded, shorter and shorter, his strokes, he was on the edge, close, she was beyond it and she screamed loudly, so Paul pushed on and on until finally he exploded in her.
Paul stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, his cock still twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around his shaft.
So he stroked her perfect smooth white buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory banks.
Reluctantly he withdrew from her comfortable cunny and she collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the covers.
He kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“You need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed again while she was still purring, mostly out of sight as he pulled on his trousers.
“So you used me and abuse me and then throw me out into the cold” she said from beneath the covers
So he threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide.
The tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“I’m only throwing you out to protect your reputation” he said
“So there’s no time for that now Yvonne, not that I don’t want to as much as you do”
She just lay there looking unconvinced.
“I want you back in my bed or your bed or any bed for that matter just as soon as I can get you there, so you need to move because Polly will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated
“Oh god” she said “I forgot about Polly”
The wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
Paul grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”

(Part 07)

She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw she grabbed her top and pulled that on over her head and pulled her skirt up and then stuffed her underwear in her handbag and giggled when she saw him watching.
“Now go and see where she is” she said and opened the door, Paul nodded and slipped out into the sitting room and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” he whispered
“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me out”
She nodded and he kissed her then he turned and opened the door and tiptoed across the room with Yvonne right behind him, he had just reached the door to the vestibule when the bathroom door opened, so he pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Yvonne she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Then as suddenly as the door had opened it closed again and they both let out long synchronised sighs.
They exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously out towards the door.
“Will we really do it again?” she asked
“Oh yes” he said
“Really?” Yvonne asked and looked straight at him and he I kissed her and slipped a hand inside her top to cup her breast.
“Do you think I wouldn’t want to play with these again” he said squeezing her titty and she murmured, after which his hand was up her skirt and quickly brushed through the hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her crease.
“And this?” he added and she moaned softly as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
And after a kiss he opened the door and let her slip out into the corridor.

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.
The small dark haired woman 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.
But having spent the night with Paul and enjoyed a toe curling night of fabulous sex with a man half her age she felt even younger.

So she set about thinking of where when and how she could get him into bed again but more importantly how to get him back inside her at the soonest opportunity.
So her first port of call was the costume department to find an alluring outfit and then to reception to see if one of the grand suites was available.

(Part 08)

Paul wasn’t the only one up at the crack of dawn that morning, although in his case it was the crack of Yvonne, Polly had also been an early riser although she didn’t get to enjoy Geoff’s early riser, as they didn’t wake up early enough.

Geoff Bolden was a few months older than Polly and a few inches taller, and he lived alone in a flat in Sharpington.
He first saw Polly in one of the voyeur rooms and thought she was lovely and when she stood up and he saw how tall she was that put the icing on the cake.
He actually first met her when she was with her brother Paul the day before in the Jacuzzi seemingly by chance but in reality he had been following her.

As he approached the Jacuzzis she said something but he couldn’t hear what, but she clearly embarrassed herself as her face went bright red, and then she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
It was ten minutes later before he worked up the courage to join them just as 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”
He had joined them in the Jacuzzi and 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 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

(Part 09)

They chatted in the Jacuzzi for quite a while, in fact they were all quite crinkly when they got out, it turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with 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 he 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.
In fact so concerned was he for her welfare that he carried her to his suite, where she made a pass at him and he was not repulsed by being kissed by a woman twice his age so he fucked her juicy middle-aged cunny.

After leaving the bar in the wee small hours Polly and Geoff walked the halls not wanting the evening to end and ended up in the library where frigid Polly received Geoff from behind as he skewered her on all fours and 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, and was very definitely not frigid.

(Part 10)

Polly woke up in Geoff’s bed with her head on his chest and designs upon his “early riser” but it wasn’t possible to fulfill her wish as they didn’t wake up early enough.
Geoff definitely wanted her and she definitely wanted him, but she didn’t want Paul to know that she had stayed out all night with a man she had only just met, she didn’t know why.
And had she known that at that precise moment he was in bed with Yvonne Makin she would still have felt the same.
So she kissed Geoff goodbye and did the walk of shame back to her own suite, but she didn’t feel any shame she just felt happy and horny.
She let herself back into the suite quietly and then went into her room equally so where she quickly undressed and put her robe on, then she opened her bedroom door which caused Paul and Yvonne to both hold their breath as they lay beneath his duvet.
Then she opened the bathroom door and went inside to shower.

It was a long shower because she had an awful lot of lust to wash off and while she was washing the lust off her body Paul and Yvonne were exercising theirs just down the hall.
When she was finished, she was pristine and then when she was shaved, perfumed, powdered and preened she opened the bathroom door which just happened at the same moment that Paul was trying to smuggle Yvonne out of the apartment without been seen which left Yvonne like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
However she closed the door almost as soon as she’d opened it and she closed it again because she had forgotten to clean her teeth and Paul and Yvonne both let out long synchronised sighs.

When she opened the door the next time she was done and she went straight into her room where she sat naked in front of the mirror and attended to her make up.
When she was satisfied she had made the best use of the makeup she had brought with her she got dressed, first she put on her freshly washed stockings and then her last clean pair of knickers.
She was only supposed to stay for two days so she didn’t bring a lot with her, even though she had more than twice the amount she should have needed, but she hadn’t foreseen the full extent of what she would witness or the fact that she would get so turned on that she would soil so many pairs of panties.
She didn’t have the bra to match her last pair of knickers so she was going to go braless under her last clean top and skirt and the stockings she wore the night before.
Polly had only brought a limited wardrobe with her as she was supposed to return home that day but she was hoping she now had a reason to change her plans and stay on for the whole week.

(Part 11)


Paul was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee when Polly emerged
“God you’re up early” he exclaimed
“So are you, busy day in the library ahead?” she retorted
“Well I am hoping to get my hands on something of quality as it happens” Paul said “What about you?”
“I’m meeting Geoff for breakfast” she replied and blushed
“Oh? It went well then”
“We’re only have breakfast” she said as she put her hand on the door handle but was still blushing, although she was hoping for sausage.
“Do you want to meet for lunch?” he asked “providing you’ve finished breakfast by then of course”
“I don’t know what you mean” she said and giggled “and I’ll text you about lunch”

Geoff was down for breakfast first and sat nervously hoping she wouldn’t stand him up, he had no reason to suspect that she would, she had shown no hesitation in expressing her affection for him.
But he was nervous nonetheless until he saw her walk in the restaurant just after 8 o’clock, and she was smiling from ear to ear.
So after a prolonged kiss they sat down at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant and when they had eaten breakfast she said
“I’m supposed to go home today”
“Do you have to?” he asked
“Do you want me to stay then?” she asked nervously
“Of course I do” he said “I thought you would have known that”
“I hoped” Polly replied
“So will you stay then?” he asked with fingers crossed
“Yes” she replied “But…”
“But what?”
“I need more clothes” Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this morning”
“So you’re wearing stockings again?”
“Steady tiger” she said “Focus on the problem in hand”
“Yes sorry” he said “but I love you in stockings”
“Yes I remember” she said and kissed him
“Well there might be some shops in the village” he suggested “Or the hotel might have a laundry service”
“Clever and sexy” Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information leaflets at the end of the table,
“Perhaps there’s something in here that will tell us”
They picked up a leaflet each and started reading
“Nothing on this one” she said
“Nor this” Geoff added so they picked up another one each
“Here we are, there’s no laundry service but there is costume department were you can choose whatever clothes you want”
“What about undies?” she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”
“There is a shop on the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”
“Good” she responded but she was distracted
“So what are you reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked
“It’s a list of positions” she replied
“Really?” he asked bemused “what kind of position?”
Polly didn’t reply she just gave him a look and then the penny dropped
“Oh “positions” he said “which ones?”
“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well

(Part 12)

As Polly and Geoff sat together in the restaurant after breakfast Polly began reading out a list of sexual positions from a brochure they found on the table.
“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well
“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and “Missionary”” he asked
“Well if you remember we did them already” she said and blushed
“How could I forget” he said and they kissed passionately
“Shall we go?”
“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as an afterthought she added “bring the list”
As they walked down the hall holding hands he said
“Do you want to go to the shop first?”
“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I need to worry about knickers at the moment”
When she realised that she had said it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm around her.

When they got to his suite he opened the door and then stood aside to let her go first.
“I suppose you’re going to take advantage of me again” she said
“Take advantage?”
“Yes, when you lured me into that library and forced yourself on me” she said
“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Russell” he told her
“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was just a poor unsuspecting girl”
“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” he corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate or should I say on the floor”
The floor of course referred to the floor of the library where he did her on all fours.
“That’s not how it was at all” she said giving him a playful punch
“The way I remember it YOU seduced me” he said
“I did not,” she said laughing and punched me again
After a couple of minutes of giggling Geoff said
“Anyway, I’m very pleased that you did”
“Me too” she concurred and moved in very close so he could smell her intoxicating perfume.
She had a wantonly pure expression on her face with a twinkle of lust in her beautifully hypnotic green eyes that hinted at her intent as she lent in and kissed him.
Her lips pressed hard against his as her darting tongue flicked in and out of his mouth then he thought she was going to wrap her arms around his neck and really get into it, but instead she took him by surprise by pushing herself away and all of a sudden, so she was standing tauntingly in front of me.
“You don’t get me that easy” she said then she simultaneously pulled the neckline of her top down and lifted up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her bra and panties.
“Do you like these?” she taunted
“They’re very nice” he said “just as nice as they were when you flashed them at me last night”
“You mean when you ripped them from a poor maiden’s defenceless body” She corrected him
“The ones you offered to me on a plate” he said
“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was a poor unsuspecting young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.
“Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang towards her, taking her completely by surprise.

(Part 13)

Polly leapt backwards and screamed as she ran aimlessly around the room trying to evade capture which she did for about thirty seconds before he grabbed her about the waist.
“Leave me alone pervy git” she squealed as he manoeuvred her around and hoisted her up over his shoulder fireman lift style.
“So you were saying?” he said, “Are these the knickers I won’t get inside?”
And as he asked the question he ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her pants and squeezed her bum cheek.
“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”
“Get them off did you say?” he asked
“Get off” she repeated still giggling
“No problem at all” he said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse.
“Now what shall I do with you?” he asked
“You’re going to take advantage of me again,” she suggested
“Yes but where” he pondered
“Rapist” she shouted “Defiler of maidens”
“I know” he said and carried her to the dining room and plonking her on the table.
“Offered to me on a table, on a plate”
“Oooh yes” She answered and lay down.
Geoff wandered about the room, discarding his clothes as he mused
“Or bent over a chair?”
“Yes, yes” she squealed and pulled off her knickers
“On the floor perhaps” he suggested “Like in the library”
“Ok” she said now kneeling on the table divesting herself of her dress.
“Doggie?” he pondered
“Yes” Polly said discarding her bra
“Missionary?” he asked
“Or cowgirl?”
“Yes, yes, and yes” she screamed
“I just don’t know which one though, my poor defensive maiden” he said and sat down on the dining chair in front of her.
“I just don’t know what I fancy”
“I do” she said and slithered off the table and onto his lap, placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair.
Polly was half biting her lip and half smiling as she then lowered herself towards his purple headed erection and he felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Polly’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she growled as it entered her.
Geoff had both hands on her hips as she completely engulfed his cock.
“So you’ve thrown yourself at me again honey” he said making eye contact with her
“You weren’t decisive enough” she said, “Some of us have an itch to scratch”
Her statement was followed by a moan of self-satisfaction “Ohhhhh” she moaned at the deepest point of penetration as her
Cunny slid down to his balls.
His hands were now on her buttocks as she warmed to her task, rising and falling on him in a steady rhythm.
Her eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft again.
Polly kissed him, and then her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump her pussy on him like a steam hammer.
Panting hard through gritted teeth she pounded her cunt on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled.
“Oh my God” and then she jerked again as he came too.
“How good am I?” she asked smugly and kissed him
“Not bad” he replied
“I was bloody amazing” Polly said very satisfied with her performance and her orgasms.
“You were bloody marvellous” he panted

(Part 14)

Just at the moment Polly was sliding her pussy down Geoff’s shaft Paul was getting dressed in his room and he received a text message.
“I’m in the Georgian Room, come quickly, Y”
“I’m on my way” he said to himself and he felt a stirring in his pants.

He eagerly left his suite and took the stairs two at a time to reach the Georgian Room.
He paused momentarily and then he knocked on the door and when the door opened he was surprised to see Yvonne standing inside in full evening wear.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Yvonne said “Come in”
Once he was inside she slipped off her stole and dragged it behind her as she led him into the bedroom on six inch heels and then she stooped at the foot of the huge four poster bed and Paul thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.
As he would have expected she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves, and jewellery and he assumed her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You look really sexy” he said mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“You make me feel sexy” she said “You make feel like I’m still an attractive woman”
“You are still a sexy woman” Paul said “And I want you”
Yvonne slipped the shoulder straps off and let the dress fall to the floor and he got his answer as to her underwear, there wasn’t any.
She stood before him naked except for black stockings and six inch heels.
“Am I still sexy?” she asked
And in response he stripped and his engorged cock was evidence of his opinion on the matter.
He could have fucked her then and satisfied their lust but instead they made gentle tender love and they took each other beyond the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind to make you feel sexy” he asked between pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and reluctantly, he withdrew from her and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet and went to sleep.

It wasn’t the last time that they made love like that but they were not averse to a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck either.
After her birthday treat with Paul Yvonne never again shared Martin Reed with his wife.
Because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.
Paul sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it.
Martin Reed continued to be a regular at the House of Fun but she never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up and he never knew who had replaced him on Yvonne’s nest.

Polly and Geoff became a couple and bought a house together in Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure.
Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.

A Man to Be Trusted

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door.
“Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel.
“I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting”
It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.
No one who ever saw the 25 years old would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly but not a child.
After all Clare stood an inch short of six feet tall which was evidence of adulthood in itself but if that didn’t convince you then her long legs, voluminous rolling hips and a 44” bust would.
No, Clare was not a child, but her mother, as mothers always do, would always see her thus.
But Winifred Hawkes-Holland wasn’t merely Clare’s mother she was also her employer.
Holland brothers bought and sold Antiques and collectables, a business that Winifred married into and now Clare was going on her first solo-buying trip.
Even though
Well it would have been her maiden trip but for the fact Harry Mortimer was sent with her as a babysitter.
Harry had been with the Holland’s since he left school and he was greatly trusted by Win.
And as he was in his early forties and unremarkable looking and was to all and sundry average in all respects she trusted there would be no shenanigans.
Suffice is to say Winifred trusted her precious daughter was in safe hands.

On the journey up the A1 Clare was still berating Harry on her mother’s distrust of her.
“It’s not that she doesn’t trust you,” He said
“She doesn’t seem to realise that I’m a grown woman,” she continued
“We are all aware you are a grown woman” Harry said and after pause added
“Well aware”
Clare looked at him and raised her eye brows
“So what have you noticed?” she asked with amusement
Harry blushed to his roots under her gaze
“Nnnnothing” he stammered
“Come on Harry” she pressed
“Just that I have noticed that you are no longer a child” he replied
The rest of the journey passed largely in silence with Clare admiring the countryside while occasionally sneaking glances at her driver.

They stopped that night at the White Horse Inn and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare drank more than was good for her.
Harry thought she had been in a strange mood since the journey up and kept looking at him in a funny way.
But Clare was drinking too much, and she was flirting and he had never seen her do that before, and he couldn’t let it continue.
If he did her mother would not consider that “Taking care of her”
“Come on party girl” he said “bedtime”
“Oh goody” she said draining her glass

Accompanied by outrageous flirting and downright suggestive behavior Harry steered her up the stairs
“Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire” he said and when they reached the top he headed towards her room at the end of the corridor.
When they got to her door Clare announced
“Honey! I’m home”
Harry propped her against the doorframe as he unlocked the door and she began kissing his neck.
“Behave yourself” he said and gave her a playful slap on her bum
“Oooh are you going to spank me Harry?” she asked
“Get in there young lady” he said and guided her through the door
“I love it when you’re all masterful” Clare responded and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him
Harry managed to avoid her lips at the last second as the door slammed shut behind them and they performed a strange ungracious waltz into the room.
“Here we are young lady,” he said as he prepared to lower her onto the bed
“Bedfordshire” Clare said gleefully, and span Harry around then pushed him backwards onto the bed and she kicked off her shoes and jumped on top of him.
Harry began to protest but her soft lips and hot mouth clamped over his and her tongue was like a serpent.
Harry’s resistance lasted less than a minute, after all he had dreamt of that moment since she was 17.
His hands began to claw the shirt free of her waistband and then with great urgency she sat upright and pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it aside.
Her hands trembled as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons but when she had accomplished her task she ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest.
Those trembling hands that caressed his flesh went behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Harry was looking at her face while her hands were on his chest but the moment her hands began unfastening her bra his eyes stared at her harnessed breasts and as the tension around them relaxed he reached up and pulled the bra off and discarded it and reveled at the sight of Clare’s great round breasts then she leant forward and delivered them into his waiting hands and her mouth returned to his.
Her breasts were rising and falling and Harry could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her kissing became more intense.
She sat up again and hurriedly undid his trousers and then climbed off him and dragged his trousers and pants off.
Harry raised himself up onto his elbows as Clare wriggled out of her jeans and then tantalizing slipped off her panties to reveal a neatly clipped triangle of black hair.
And when she climbed back on him she didn’t hesitate for a second before expertly enveloping Harry’s shaft with her welcoming wetness.
Clare was on him and he was at her mercy as she rose and fell on him and on each fall Harry grunted his appreciation as his hands groped her buttocks.
As Clare raised the tempo her panting came in course rasping breaths, each one courser and more guttural than the one preceding it, until she cried out in orgasm.
After Clare had ridden Harry to an exhausting climax, the sweating panting beast with her raven black hair in wild disarray and eyes wide with primal lust smiled a smile of lasciviousness.
“Do you think this is what your mum meant when she said, “Take care of her”?” Harry asked
“Oh yes I think so” she said “and when you recover you can “take care of me” again”