Just Being Neighbourly

My name is Leon Watson and when it all began I lived in a detached house in Millmoor with my wife of 25 years Mary.
Well when I say we lived there it would be more accurately described as an existence.
Mary and I lived completely separate lives, had separate bedrooms and we had totally different interests and by that stage we might just as well have been strangers.
In fact I didn’t know why we stayed together, laziness perhaps.
We had no children, no pets and not even a single friend in common and we only had sex on special occasions which was the only special thing about it.
If we’d had an ounce of common sense between us we’d have divorced long before, but Mary believed marriage was a lifetime commitment or more precisely a life sentence.
But even though I had long since stopped loving my wife I really loved the house.

It was just before Easter when our next door neighbours moved to Cheltenham, he was something in the foreign office and got a two year secondment to GCHQ.
They decided to rent the house out in the short term and they’d sell it later should the secondment end up becoming a permanent position.
It was on a day in May that the new tenants moved in.
It was taken by two old retired colonial missionary types returning after working for many years in China, the Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s.
And in addition to the two old biddies they employed a live in cook housekeeper who was a dowdy and frumpish looking woman of indeterminate age who by outward appearance could have been anything between 25 and 35 years old with mousy hair and functional spectacles.
I noticed them move in as I work from home at least 3 days a week owing to the fact I was a freelance architect.
It was due to my “working from home” that I got to know the frump.
In truth although I worked from home I seldom spent more than a couple of hours a day working.
This less than productive work ethic enabled me to spend more time doing what I loved to do, reading, listening to music, watching films and making sure the gardeners did a proper job in fact pretty much anything that wasn’t working.
I always cracked on with my work early doors and achieved my goal by about 1100, I always kept some in hand that I could do during the evening and therefore avoid having to speak to Mary.
Finishing my work early also allowed me to make myself useful in an small way to the new neighbours, well to the frump in any case, which in truth involved me sitting in their kitchen drinking her excellent coffee.
Her name was Pauline Boyle and she was an Australian and had started working for the Brackhampton-Finch’s when they lived in China and as she was such a good housekeeper and such an excellent cook they had offered to pay her passage to the UK on the proviso that she remained with them for a minimum of two years.

It was well into the summer when one day I saw Pauline dancing on the patio with a glass of wine in her hand.
“Are you having a party?” I shouted over the fence one hot June afternoon.
“Sort of” she replied “come and join me Leon”
“Ok” I said and walked around to the back gate
“So what’s the occasion?” I asked as she poured me a glass of wine
“The Brackhampton-Finch’s have gone to Canterbury for an ecumenical council meeting” Pauline replied
She had clearly had more than the one glass of wine as she failed quite spectacularly to say ecumenical.
“And they’re clearly not coming back today” I said
“No” Pauline said “the day after tomorrow”
It was the first time I had seen Pauline so relaxed, but then an excess of alcohol will do that.
The Miss Brackhampton-Finch’s were very old fashioned and Pauline had to keep herself covered at all times with no hint of femininity visible or God forbid sexuality.
But to counteract this Pauline had a unique way of levelling the playing field so to speak which he was to find out about in due course.

However the sisters were away which was why that summer’s afternoon she was wearing a dress which showed off a figure that was hitherto unrecognised, unnoticed or even hinted at.
By late afternoon the combination of too much wine and too much sun found the two of us dancing on the patio to the dulcet tones of Barbara Streisand singing “The way we were”
But by the time Neil Diamond began to croon “Love on the rocks” Pauline was nibbling my ear.
His immediate reaction was that he should nip it in the bud, he was a married man after all, albeit unhappily, and she was very much the worse for drink.
So I pulled my ear out of reach of her mouth and kissed her instead which she reciprocated immediately in a wet slavery drink induced snog.
I knew it was wrong and I knew I should stop, but it was a hot day, I was merry and I was horny.
So I started fondling her not insubstantial breasts through the fabric of her dress.
This made her kissing even more wet and slavery.
“Stop now” I said to myself “while you still can”
But I didn’t listen and reached around her back and deftly pulled down the zipper instead.
In response she disengaged her mouth from mine and let the dress fall to the floor to reveal some very unchristian underwear in red satin with black lace trim.
Then we kissed again and I immediately tried to undo her bra but she stopped me “No” she shouted and I cursed myself for going too far too quickly.
”Not here” she continued and then she took hold of my hand and led me through the French doors into the dining room.
Once inside she reached around and unhooked her bra herself and playfully threw it at my face.
“Now you can carry on” she said and I complied
First by making love to her on the Brackhampton-Finch’s mahogany dining table and then after further refreshments we did it again in her room.
It was as we lay on her bed in the afterglow that she told me how, to make up for her drab and dreary exterior she chose to wear very exotic underwear.
She also told me how when an elderly Bishop friend of the sisters was invited for afternoon tea Pauline served it wearing stockings, suspenders and crotch less panties.
Extraordinary behaviour for someone in a Christian household though she was not a Christian herself.

That hot June afternoon was the first of many such sexual encounters with Pauline when the Brackhampton-Finch’s were out and I was working at home or when she had her days off.
We discussed at length how to employ a simple signalling system, after many and various suggestion we settled for the one where she would hang her scarlet satin knickers on the line to show that the coast was clear and she was ready for action.
But in the end we decided that a text would suffice.

I felt no guilt that day for what we did or any of the subsequent occasions after all I was just being neighbourly.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (17) Mismanagement

(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.

In fact the business had become so successful that it was beginning to impact on her sex life, which was not an inconsiderable one.
Especially following the occasion of her 52nd birthday when she received a birthday treat from a man half her age, Paul, who continued to keep her well and truly serviced.
But with the business going from strength to strength it demanded more and more of her time and energy which then impacted on her love making time.

So she decided on a recruitment drive and one of the positions she was keen to fill was that of Assistant Manager who could relieve her of some of the more mundane duties, leaving her with the time to stroll the corridors in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers and sticky lips or even better than that, sliding her sticky lips down Pauls cock and greasing his balls.

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new 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.
For example Ingela Carrington worked in housekeeping and she started there straight from school and after 10 years Yvonne rewarded her with a promotion to Head of Housekeeping and increased her workforce by 10 and a week later she appointed Alan Wade as Assistant Manager and he was an instant hit with everyone, because he was young, 28 years old, tall dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario which had preceded him and with his roving eye and his propensity to think with his dick he thought the House of Fun would suit him very well.
But he hadn’t expected to get his new job off to a flying start when he shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Which was not a very auspicious start to his new position although shagging in an upstairs cupboard was a new position.

(Part 02)

Alan had noticed her among the group of staff, dressed in her official uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.
She was five foot eight with short black hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Ingela was 26 years old and divorced and because she worked long hours she didn’t get enough sex outside of work which was why she had to get it at work.

When he went on his walkabout around the House of Fun he could see Ingela as soon as he walked into the lounge and she began flirting with him almost immediately.
“Hello” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”
“Well I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag “But I’ll do it with pleasure”
“Ok” he said and five minutes later she returned looking flushed
“We can go now” She said and strode off
“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her as Ingela led him up the main staircase.
Once he had caught up with her she led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.
She stopped and indicated he go in and when he went through the door and he found himself in a cupboard, the door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Ingela was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.
And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.
When she had finally debagged him and released his cock she was quickly on her knees and taking him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.
Ingela sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again.
Alan pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, but he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear, so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny
“Ohhhhh God” she uttered as Ingela’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door and her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer.

(Part 03)

That first day in an upstairs storage cupboard very definitely set the benchmark for their relationship which involved a lot of passion and sweat, little conversation and a lack of underwear on her part.
It was an arrangement that suited them both, she was as much of a slut as he was and neither of them were the Lovie Dovie sort.
Nor was their relationship mutually exclusive, they were fuck buddies and no more.

Yvonne was very pleased with her new appointee and her new head of housekeeping and had she been aware that they were banging each other’s drums she wouldn’t have been concerned.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
But as liberal as she was she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it certainly wasn’t part of the services on offer.
But if it was mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved and nobody else.
But she was tolerant of her staff’s foibles providing the work got done and the fact was that between the two of them they had the place running like clockwork.
Which of course meant she was free to satisfy her own urges either with her young man Paul or on her own in a voyeur room.

Whenever Alan or Ingela were horny, which was often, they would take their pleasures where they found them but quite often they sought each other out to slake their horny thirsts.
A lot of the times they got together it was just a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck, but they were not averse to role playing rather than just getting down and dirty in a quiet corner.

So when she got to the end of her shift late one Saturday night and she had struck out on her prowl around the halls she ended up in Alan’s office.
She turned the handle and pushed open the door hoping to find him sitting in his chair, completely naked and sporting a huge erection,
But alas when she got in the room the cupboard was bare and there was no sign of a bone.
But as she returned to the hall more than a little crestfallen she heard his dulcet tones so she decided to go back in wait.

Alan Wade had also been prowling the halls in search of a suitable recipient of his lust but all he had to show for his sojourn was an ache in his balls and lazy lob on in his pants.
So when he returned to his office he fully expected to lock the door and knock one out.
But as he dropped the latch on is door his nostrils detected a familiar scent in the room.
So after locking the door behind him he walked towards his desk and called
“Ingela?”
And a grinning face appeared from behind a filing cabinet.
“Hi” she said and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.

(Part 04)

Ingela was dressed pretty much the same as she had been when they first met, a few months earlier before she went to the loo to remove all her underwear, but at that moment she still had knickers on under her woolly tights.
Alan walked over to her and placing a hand on each side of her face he angled her face upward and kissed her eager lips.
“So what brings you to my office at this late hour?” he asked
“To the headmasters study you mean” she corrected him
“Oh! The headmasters study” he mused as he realized what she had in mind and then he took her by the hand and he took her over to his desk where he could punish Ingela without being interrupted.
“How naughty have you been?” he asked
“Very” she replied
““Six of the best” naughty?” he enquired
“No, I’m twice as naughty as that” she said coyly
“Twelve?” Alan asked and Ingela nodded.
He slipped his jacket off because he didn’t want to curtail the fun for the sake of being restricted in his movement, he intended to take his time punishing her and enjoying himself.

“Time to begin” he said and took off her jacket, and that was when he realized the skirt he had seen below her jacket was actually a pinafore dress, which was quickly removed over her head.
Ingela giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white blouse, woolly tights and court shoes.
“So Miss Carrington” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”
“No headmaster” she gasped “Sorry headmaster”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal
“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly headmaster”
“Really?” he asked
“Honestly” she retorted
“I think you’re very naughty though,” he continued sternly
“I’m a good girl honestly” she said in a childlike voice
“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her
“Ok sir” Ingela said resignedly
“The naughtiest girls need to be punished” he said
“Yes headmaster” she answered quietly
He took her by the hand again and made her bend her over the desk then he lifted the tails of her blouse away from her arse and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.
“So now I’m going to give you twelve of the best you naughty girl” he said “and you must count”
So Alan gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Ingela said then he slapped the other cheek
“Two”
Then he slapped the first buttock again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And then a harder one
“Six” she squealed and he went back to the first cheek again
“Seven” Ingela said through gritted teeth
Then he slapped her on the other cheek again
“Eight”
Then the first again
“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher and then the second cheek got a slap
“Ten” she barked almost in a scream then she got another crisp slap
“Eleven” and this time it was a scream.
Alan paused for the briefest moment before giving her a very hard spank to finish
“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.

(Part 05)

Alan paused for the briefest moment before giving her a very hard spank to finish
“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.
He moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, he looked at her perfect cheeks, once round and white now mottled with a blue hued bloom like a glorious purplish crown of glory and then he allowed his hand to caress the round buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.
From her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as she let out another sigh.
He could see his handiwork as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and his swollen cock pressed itself hard against the fabric of his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.
When his forefinger entered the moist jewel in Ingela’s crown, she growled as he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
Alan worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she was bent over the desk before him.
But as much as he was enjoying the moment he had an ache in his balls which had to be relieved.
He was stood directly behind her and he lifted the white shirttail, which had flopped down across her buttock when she came, as
He uncurled the beast from his trousers and then Ingela took a deep breath and as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and she let the breath out again.
Alan ran his hands slowly up her back; he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.
His eager hands traversed her back before slipping around to cup her beautiful large round tits and toy with the perfect nipples and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy and she gasped as he penetrated her and although she wasn’t as tight as he would have preferred she still had a very comfortable cunt.
His hands slipped down to her hips as he continued and the cheeks of her arse were quivering with each penetrating stroke into her hot cunny.
Alan was relishing his task as he went into Ingela again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until he could feel himself on the threshold and Ingela started to squeal louder and louder.
He banged into her again and again and her squeals turned to screams and ended with a screech of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the juicy head of housekeeping and he left his cock deep inside her until it twitched its last and they were both breathing hard as he pulled out of her and she let out a long satisfied sigh.

(Part 06)

Alan flopped down exhausted in his leather chair and stared at Ingela’s wasted panting form still bent sluttishly over his desk and they remained it their respective positions in the same state of undress as during the act until he said
“You know you don’t need me to do that, we have professional here who could beat you with a riding crop”
“I know” Ingela agreed “but that’s just foreplay, to get me wet before you give me that”
She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.
“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close to cock that you can satisfy yourself with” he informed her
“It’s not the same as real flesh and blood cock though” She retorted.

“You don’t even need foreplay, Look on the Internet, the computer is full of things to get you wet, and you do have a computer don’t you?” he asked
“Yes and I do look at sexy sites, but it’s not real” she responded
“Well you can use the voyeur rooms” he offered, “it doesn’t get any more real than that”
“I know, I’m already addicted to them” Ingela confessed “And I have a whole array of electronic stuff to play with”
“I hope it’s the kind of electronic stuff that I’m imagining” Alan said and Ingela giggled when he added “I would like to see that”
“You dirty boy” she said
“Well whenever you want a real flesh and blood cock inside you just come and knock on my door” he offered.
“I will bear that in mind Mr. Wade” she said as she slithered off his desk.
Ingela took a step but then remembered that her tights and knickers were still around her ankles and she giggled
“I forgot about those” she said before kicking them free of her feet.
Once she was free of her encumberments, she walked to the door and knocked on it firmly.
“So you want to avail yourself of my cock again already?” Alan asked
“If you think you’re up to the job” she retorted looking down at his limp dick as she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her glorious breasts surmounted by her proud aroused rosebud nipples.
When she was stood in front of him Ingela shed her blouse and leant forward with her hands on the back of his chair so he could suck on her nipples, which he did, taking each one in his mouth in turn and only relinquished them when they were swollen and misshaped and covered in his saliva.
“Well I’ve made yours hard” he said as he stood up “Now it’s your turn to reciprocate”
They shared a long languid kiss and then he maneuvered her around until he could push her backwards so she plopped down in his chair.
“Ok” she said “Prepare to be reciprocated”
So Alan stood in front of her and she took him in her mouth before she rode on him in his leather chair.

They didn’t leave his office until 4am and were both completely spent.
But it wasn’t the last occasion that the Assistant Manager and the Head of Housekeeping burned the midnight oil in his office or hers.

The Mysterious Case of the Bottle Blonde

Emma Chambers was what we used to call a bottle blonde she was also a three time divorcee and one time widow and was the wrong side of fifty but she filled a sweater very well indeed and her bum was tailor made for tight jeans which I’m pleased to say she never failed to occupy them to maximum effect.
In addition to her assets she had the added attraction of when you got in close proximity to her she smelt incredible.
Emma was the reason that Mark and Sue Aldridge and her were at Clayton Manor for the murder mystery weekend in the first place.
It was something that appealed very much too both the women though not to him.
Even if it was up his street it was far too rich for his blood which was why the merry widow stumped up the cash.
He and Sue had known Emma for some time and they often went on trips and outings together.
It suited him very well as the women entertained each other leaving him free to entertain himself, usually of the Golf course.
On these outings he was often preoccupied with his ponderings over whether the contents of Emma’s sweater were real and what her natural hair colour was.

On the Saturday night Emma had too much to drink and had to retire early but Sue was enjoying the entertainment far too much and didn’t want to miss the conclusion to the mystery so it was left to Mark to help Emma to her room.
All weekend Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her goodies as she had been wearing her customary jeans and a sweater but as he guided her along the corridor to her room on Saturday night she was wearing a dress and as he struggled with her through the fire doors there was every chance she might fall out of it.
He propped her up against the wall as he used her key card to open the door.
Once he got her through the door to the room however she suddenly regained her senses and pounced on him, taking him completely by surprise and knocking him backwards onto the bed.
As he lay on the bed like an upturned turtle desperately trying to get back to his feet he looked up at her and she gave him a leery smile before jumping on the bed and straddling him.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked “you can’t do this”
“Stop complaining” Emma ordered “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think nobodies looking”
And she planted a wet alcohol tasting kiss on his mouth which silenced his protests.
As her tongue poked and probed around his mouth he grabbed her ample arse with both hands.
This action Emma took as a sign of submission so she sat up and unzipped the back of her dress and let the front fall away to expose her white globular breasts.
By the time he left the room he knew the contents of her sweater were indeed all hers and that she was naturally brunette.
When he got back to the drawing room he found Sue sitting and talking to one of the actors.
“Have you seen to her?” Sue asked
“Yes dear” He replied “you can consider her seen to”
“Thanks darling” she said and kissed his cheek. “You’re a good husband”

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (16) Massaging Ego’s

(Part 01)

Karen Young was struggling to find the perfect present for her widowed mother’s fiftieth birthday when her friend recommended an all-inclusive spa break at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
It sounded like a pretty good idea so she thought she would give it some further investigation.
But then another friend suggested the Pangmere Spa which had of course been transformed into the House of Fun.
Karen thought that might be a far better option because she had been trying to get her mum back in the saddle for more than two years without success.
So she thought that maybe exposing her to the lustful atmosphere of Yvonne Makin’s establishment might relight the fire in her loins.

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.

All though she didn’t know it Karen wasn’t wrong when she thought exposure to all the sin might relight her mother’s passions.
Yvonne Makin herself was a couple of years older and she could certainly testify as the effect the place has on a mature woman.
When she was running the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere with her husband Clive, she wasn’t getting very much and in all honesty wasn’t looking for any and that was because as much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered since, very accomplished in bed.
But since she made the transition from masseur to madam she couldn’t get enough and she was getting plenty.
And when she wasn’t doing it she was thinking about doing it especially as she patrolled the corridors of her domain in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag, thoughts of the last cock or of the next one.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy and her salacious thoughts almost always resulted in her rubbing herself off in the darkness of the voyeur rooms, it always made her smile when she emerged from the darkness and she thought about how often she did it.
At the age of 52 she masturbated more often than she did when she was a teenage girl, almost permanently in heat.

(Part 02)

There was a second reason why Karen thought the House of Fun was a good option and that was that she knew her mum would never have gone to a place like the Dancingdean Spa Hotel on her own.
In fact her mum would have insisted that Karen went along with her, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.
Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Karen had in mind for her time off, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.
Julie’s daughter Karen wasn’t the rest and relaxation, detox kind of girl.
She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.
So it would have been with some trepidation that she would have agreed to accompany her mum.
However they weren’t going to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel they were going to Yvonne Maskin’s House of Fun and that was much more up Karen’s street.

In order to get the best possible deal she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a teacher after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.
Pale skinned, mousy blonde, Karen was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother Julie was just an older version of her daughter.
When they arrived Karen was in the very best of spirit’s, she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before because she kept have dirty dreams.
To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother, so once she got her mum fixed up she could sort herself out, cock wise.
Because as much as she loved her mum she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in but she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth, it was Julies birthday treat after all, she just hoped there would be a treat for her too along the way.

They were greeted in reception by a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair, her plainness was accentuated by the three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she wore black, like a witch and the last thing was that she didn’t smile much but when she did it was dazzling and completely disarming.
She also ogled both women quite unashamedly and showed no signs of stopping and probably wouldn’t have had she not had to excuse herself to answer the phone.

She was replaced almost immediately by a very attractive specimen of a man and Karen’s spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter and so, naturally Karen marked him down as gay.
“Good morning ladies” he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied in unison
“We have a booking in the name of Young” Karen said
“Ah the “Young” sisters” he said

(Part 03)

“Good morning ladies” the very attractive specimen of a man said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied in unison
“We have a booking in the name of Young” Karen said
“Ah the “Young” sisters” he said
“You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy” Mrs Young said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
“You're not sisters?” he asked feigning surprise
“Mother and daughter” Julie said
“And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
“You are so cheeky” she said and blushed
Karen didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.
When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Karen caught him at the back of them doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
“When you are settled into your room someone will give you a tour of the facilities” he said “Could I suggest you meet them on the sun terrace in 30 minutes?”
“That will be fine” Karen said
“Will you be our guide?” Julie asked hopefully
“Alas no madam” he said “Your guide will be Emily Riley”
“What a shame” they said in unison
“Now of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows on such a hot day” He said.
Karen smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.
According to his name badge his name was Jean-Claude and he was very handsome and she thought things might well be looking up.
“You can check my skin anytime” Karen said
“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

“You’re a terrible flirt Karen” Julie said
“You’re not bad yourself” she retorted
“Nonsense I was just being friendly” Julie said “But you were definitely flirting”
“I know” she confessed, “although I don’t see it as flirting so much as advertising”
“You are an absolute shocker” Julie said and giggled

They went upstairs to their rooms, Karen decided on individual rooms rather than a suite because she was hoping very much to get lucky.
After quickly depositing their bags they headed back downstairs to meet Emily Riley for the tour.

Emily Riley was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance and over the next hour she made sure they got to see all the facilities and got a look at the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.
While Julie was admiring the pool Karen asked
“Where’s the dirty stuff?”
“I’m sorry?” Emily said
“This is all very lovely but where does the fun happen?” Karen whispered
“Oh I’m sorry” she said “as you’re Mother and Daughter or Daughter and Mother, Jean-Claude suggested the sanitised tour”
“Oh I understand”
“So would you like to see the “dirty stuff”?” she asked
“God yes” Karen exclaimed “And I want to see the look on her face when she sees it”

(Part 04)

“It’s very nice here isn’t it” Julie said as they walked through the marbled splendour of the sauna and massage suite.
“Yes its lovely” Karen agreed and then Emily led them though a set of louvered doors and into a different world.
The first sight to behold was a middle-aged man wearing studded leather and he was being taken for a walk on a lead attached to a collar around his neck.
Julie opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again because the corridor was full of unusually dressed people, so she imagined it must be a convention of some kind.
Karen watched her and was a little disappointed that there wasn’t more of a reaction.
“Let’s go in one of the viewing rooms” Emily suggested “Callum McDonnell is just about to do his thing”
The two women nodded their agreement and they followed Emily and sat down in voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene on the other side of the glass and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be, he stripped off.
“Oh my good God” Karen exclaimed “That’s absolutely huge”
The man they were watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Neither Karen nor Julie noticed his hands, they couldn’t take their eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young redheaded woman, around Karen’s age, entered the room dressed as a nurse.
Callum then bent the girl over his knees, pulled her navy blue tights and knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet ginger haired crack.
As a result Karen was getting really hot and wet and Julie was herself getting uncomfortably horny.
Emily glanced at the two women and smiled because she knew that they hadn’t seen anything yet.
Because when the girl rose from his lap they could see that the nurse wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and the nurse quickly enveloped it with her ginger pussy.
Which was when Julie could take no more and got up and rushed for the door.
“Are you all right?” Karen asked as she followed her
“What kind of a place have you brought me to?” Julie asked
“I’m sure it’s not all like that” she said
“Let’s go and have a massage”
“I’m going to my room” Julie snapped, and when she got to her room she planned on massaging her minge until her toes curled.
She hadn’t been so turned on for years and she couldn’t get the image of Callum’s huge cock out of her head, she had never seen one so large and she found herself envying the ginger nurse.
Julie Young was a Doctor and she’d seen her fair share of men’s cocks, big ones, small ones, white, black, brown, fat, thin, circumcised and tattooed but she had never seen a cock like Callum’s.

(Part 05)

After her mum had gone off, Karen assumed that she had upset her, but the truth of the matter was that she was embarrassed not by what she saw but by what seeing it did to her, no daughter should have to witness her mother wetting her knickers.
She watched her mum walk away and then went back in the voyeur room to see the end of the show and by the time the nurse had removed her ginger quim from Callum’s cock Karen was tenser than before she and her mum arrived and no amount of relaxing activities were going to alter that situation because Callum’s huge cock had left her as horny as hell.

She should perhaps have gone to check on her mum at that point but she thought she should leave it for an hour, she did seem rather upset so Karen went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension before apologising to Julie.
After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before lunch.
While she was swimming Karen noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought another soul to the pool.
She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.
“Did you enjoy your swim?” Jean-Claude said as he exited the pool.
“Yes” she replied “It was very relaxing”
“Really?” he said
“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully thinking he must have finished if he had time to swim.
“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”
“Clients for what?” Karen asked
“Massage” he replied
“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.
“Ok” he agreed

He led her into his room and said
“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”
Karen let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor, then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples, clearly aroused.
Karen completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
But Jean-Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful brown triangle.
Eventually Karen climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Jean-Claude had prepared.
He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“This is what I call a relaxation massage” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.
“What’s that called?” she asked
“Tension release” Jean-Claude replied and then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward
“Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called”

(Part 06)

He kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward
“Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called”
“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped again.
“Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned
He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Karen responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch and she was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.
Finally Jean-Claude grasped her hips firmly and said
“And this is called splitting the cicada”
And he penetrated her.
“Oh yes” she said “That’s just what I wanted”
It was a slow measured fuck gentle and sensual which ended in a mutually satisfying orgasm.

When they had finished he climbed off her
“That was bloody marvelous” Karen panted
“You should advertise that on the website”
“No” Jean-Claude said “that I reserve only for my special clients”
“In that case” Karen said rolling onto her back
“You’d better show me some more of your special treatment”
“Later” he said “I have to work now, but I assure you I will give you more later”

After they separated Julie went back to her room and quickly got down to scratching her itch and although she proficiently brought herself to climax when she left the room again she had the nagging ache of unfinished business in her loins.
However she decided she should go in search of her daughter and maybe get a closer look at that monster cock.
But when she reached the top of the stairs she saw something that added even more moisture to her already lathery lips.
It was Jeremy Roberts, he was triage nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital, ten years her junior, recently divorced, drop dead gorgeous and a definite contender as the donor of the first cock inside her for two years.
“Oh Goody, just what the Doctor ordered” Julie whispered, “I’m so horny”
“Jeremy” she said
“Oh Doctor Young, what a surprise” he responded “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”
Jeremy really wasn’t expecting to see her or anyone else he knew for that matter, least of all a woman that terrified him and turned him on in equal measure.
“No need for formality, Jeremy just call me Julie” she said and took hold of his arm “Lets discuss it over a drink”
“Well um” he protested
“Good man” she interrupted “This way Jeremy”
And then she frogmarched him to the door of her room and as she swiped the key card the simmering fire in her loins was reaching boiling point.
“Here we are” she said and virtually dragged him into the room.
“Make yourself comfortable” she said and went to the bathroom.

(Part 07)

When she emerged from the bathroom she was as good as naked.
Most of her clothes were strewn about the bathroom floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan which was not quite long enough to conceal her bush.
Her breasts were just about covered and her erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the garment in place.
“Sorry to keep you” she said closing the distance between them
“Oh Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “I wasn’t expecting this”
“Never mind let’s get started on your medical, let’s start with your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap out from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check blood pressure”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.
He couldn’t go fast, firstly he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle like a penguin.
Jeremy kept going backwards until he felt something pressing against his calves and then Julie let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.
To his great relief he landed on the sofa and Julie was instantly astride him.
“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious way and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks while she rose and fell on his shaft.
They kissed briefly and she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and when they stopped kissing Julie tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and heard her coarse rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him.
Julie had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.
Jeremy released his grip on her fleshy cheeks and instead sought out her plump little tits and as he squeezed her breasts and toyed with her teats, her moans were growing louder as she raced towards orgasm.
As they reached the summit, she was tiring and he had to reluctantly abandon her titties and regain his previous hold on her arse in order to steady the ship as she drove on.
Through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and Jeremy came seconds’ later empting his aching sack into her.
They stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, panting hard.
“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape”
“I’m glad to hear it” he said and then Julie laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused his cock to twitch.
“Hmmm” they murmured

(Part 08)

When Karen left Jean-Claude she was feeling very pleased with herself after the shag but very guilty about her mum, so she went straight upstairs.
Her first port of call was her room to change her knickers which she had leaked onto almost the moment she put them on.

With clean knickers on she walked to the adjoining door and opened it so she could talk to her mum but she was stopped in her tracks when she saw her mum was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
And she giggled as a man, that she didn’t recognise, walked up behind her and slipped his cock effortlessly into her mother.
Julie exhaled a low animal grunt as he went into her and Karen found it was compelling viewing.

His hands were grasping her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post and she pushed down onto him as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
So with the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal until her mum’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and the unknown man grunted behind her and then as the pair collapsed onto the bed to lie in a panting heap Karen slipped back into her own room.
“Now it’s my turn” she said after having changed her outfit.

“Bonjour” she called as she walked into the cubicle
“Hi Karen” he responded, “Are you looking for me?”
“Yes I am”
“Do you have time for another treatment?” he asked
“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then she kissed him
“Where would you like it?” he asked between kisses
“Here will suffice” she replied, “I don’t want to wait any longer than necessary” as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trousers and she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long she was tugging on his cock.
After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the massage table and wiggled her round arse at him.
As she was clearly ready he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her dress up over her arse, which was naked.
“Where are your knickers?” Jean-Claude asked
“In my pocket” she replied
“D’accord” he responded and undid the zip of her dress and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.
But every time she was about to engulf him he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.
He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans were like encores.
So he pounded on her harder and faster.
The applause grew, Her vocalizing grew, The electric pace grew, and wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like a baying wolf calling, they both came and there she was spent and disgraced, bent over his massage table with his twitching cock inside her.
“I’m so glad we didn’t go to the Dancingdean Spa” she thought to herself and smiled.

Woman in Black

I saw her standing on the terrace, in the sun, looking out into the distance.
I walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back of her arm.
“Are you ok honey?” I asked
“No not really” she replied and the tears welled up in her eyes as she turned towards me, so I took her in my arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“Its ok honey” I whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into my chest I kissed the top of her head.
I held her close and stroked her back until she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you shirt wet”
“I don’t care” I replied and she broke down again which was when, to my eternal shame, I got aroused.
I would like to say in my defense that I was holding in my arms a very beautiful woman, and a woman I had not only lusted after for more than five years but had been in love with for four of those years.
What I can’t offer any excuse for was what I was thinking as she sobbed her heart out and I consoled her with my empty words.
I was trying to imagine what she was wearing under her mourning clothes and my arousal was reaching epic proportions as I considered all the various options and I was so close to tipping my barrow.
I don’t know what would have happened had her mother not come along when she did.
Her mum took her back inside to grieve more privately but I remained on the terrace for a few minutes due to an inability to walk.
The inability wasn’t aided in any way by the fact that I still continued to think long and hard about the infinite possibilities of what she might be wearing beneath her widow’s weeds.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (15) It Started with a Piss

(Part 01)

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

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
However quite a lot of the staff were new and Helen Culleton and Rob Lamb were in that category.

Rob was one of the caretaking staff who had worked at the Spa for 12 months and he worked most of the time in the pool and sauna suite, though not exclusively.
He was a short skinny man in his mid-twenties with bright orange hair, a pleasant freckled face and a nice smile and a really serious crush on Helen, and when he wasn’t working in the pool and sauna suite he was watching his big crush, Helen Culleton in the voyeur rooms.
Voyeurism was very popular with staff and paying guests alike and initially some two way mirrors were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
But they proved to be so popular that almost all of the rooms had them within a year.
Although some punters actually wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, or the punishment, 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.
So Rob would find out what room Helen was performing in and he would make his way to the adjoining voyeur room and when he was seated and he turned off the lights he opened the curtains to reveal the wonderful scene, although he only ever looked at Helen.
But until his fascination for her began he watched a wide variety of deviances, submission, cross dressing, dominance, girl on girl, and then he saw her for the first time naked apart from black fishnet stockings, with two girls chained to a wall while she vigorously spanked them on the buttocks, from then on he only had eyes for her.

Helen Culleton was 24 years old, single and five foot one, with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, plump breasts and chocolate coloured nipples.
She was gorgeous and she knew it and she had used her body since the moment she realized what effect she had on men, and women for that matter, but she never had sex with the punters, she wasn’t a whore, she was a performer, stripping, erotic dancing and teasing.
Helen had earned a good living and was never short of work but when she landed a job at the House of Fun she really started to coin it in, especially when she added masturbation and pissing to her dirty repertoire.

(Part 02)

As soon as Rob finished his shift he went in search of Helen and her delicious chocolate confections, to see what she was up to and, although he didn’t know it at the time, it was a particularly pivotal day in his life, as the main tenant of her performance that day was pissing.
He often watched Helen from the safety of the voyeur rooms through the two way mirror, safely anonymous, he would often see her outside in the corridors and common areas but he never dared to speak to her, he was far two shy.
Rob may have felt anonymous behind the glass, but she always knew when he was there, so she always gave everything.

As he looked on Helen was wearing the full school uniform, consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and a straw boater of course, complete with matching ribbons.
She was stood with her back flush against the wall with her eyes fixed on the two way mirror and as she slid down the wall she squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.
Helen then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pristine white knickers aside with her thumb, revealing her luscious black curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which Rob had never seen before and he found it very arousing, very arousing.
But what made it even more arousing was the distance she achieved with the arcing jet and its duration.
When she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled at the glass and let out a long sigh, and her customer whom she had never looked at once, creamed his pants.
Rob could well understand why her punter had lost his load because he felt his own cock swelling in his pants, so he thought that was a good time to leave.
“Make yourself a sandwich” he said to himself “or jump in the shower”
He decided a cold shower would cool his ardour the most and that way he would be able to enjoy his sandwich in comfort as he was sporting a huge erection thanks to Helen’s Olympic style pissing performance.

He went back downstairs to the sauna suite and had a lovely cold shower which should have been the most appropriate treatment for his condition but it didn’t diminish his arousal as much he had hoped, as he couldn’t get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head.
Once out of the shower he reached for a towel but he hadn’t even got his balls dry when the door opened and two girls were standing there, it was Helen and her friend Ginny.
They had started working there together, Ginny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled.
The girls didn’t say anything they just looked at his erection for longer than was comfortable, and then as suddenly as they arrived they smiled and then they were gone again.

(Part 03)

After the last time he spied on Helen in the voyeur room he got a hard on so stubborn that a cold shower and being caught naked and aroused by Helen and Ginny couldn’t diminish it.
In fact it took him two wanks to get rid of the erection and the ache in his balls.
But on the day after it was business as usual when he was told there was a problem with one of the ladies toilets on the second floor.
So he grabbed his tools and walked upstairs and then down the corridor to the toilet with the out of order sign on the door and opened it and then he stepped inside.
He checked his job sheet and saw that the problem was in cubicle three so he pushed open the door and then he realized Helen Culleton was sat on the toilet, leggings and knickers around her knees and her dress hoisted up around her middle with her thick black bush clearly visible, and she was pissing and she never stopped pissing all the time he was standing there watching her.
“Oh God I'm so sorry” he said flustered “I didn’t think anyone was in here, I am so, so sorry”
Then he hurried out of the door and back to the sanctuary of his office where he could hide his embarrassment, but as he hurried back towards his office he was surprised to find he had a substantial stalk on, possibly because seeing Hellen pissing on the toilet reminded him of seeing her pissing in the voyeur room the day before, or perhaps it was because she was so close he could have touched her.
All the time he was staring at her bush she never said a word to him, or lost her temper, but he was so embarrassed, however when he walked back into his office he found Helen sitting on his chair and he jumped when he saw her there and he got flustered again.
“I really am sorry Helen” he said
“its ok” she said “I’m not cross with you, you’ve seen everything I’ve got already”
“That’s not the point” he said and he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock, or at least the bulge in his trousers made by his cock and he wondered what was going through her mind.
“Is your cock always hard?” she asked with a smile
“No only when…” he began “You’re around”
“It doesn’t do that just for me” Helen said and she laughed
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at the site of his erection, which he tried to stop twitching, which he failed to do.
“Dirty thoughts” he said
“Really? What were you thinking about?” she asked already knowing the answer
“You of course” he said “it’s always you”
“Tell me more” she asked with a lustful look on her face.
“Well I think about making love to you in bed, when you are naked, wriggling and squirming beneath me” he said
“You think of doing that?” she asked with raised eyebrows
“All the time” he confessed
He often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

(Part 04)

Rob often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.
But he hadn’t, even in his wildest dreams, ever imagined what happened next, when she reached out and unzipped his trousers and when she had extricated his erection from its confines she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him towards her by it and then for the first time she took her eyes off of it and looked at his face as she played with him.
Rob closed his eyes as she gently tugged on his shaft and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
This was a surprise; he hadn’t imagined her doing that, he had imagined a lot but not that, then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.
He could feel Helen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth.
Rob could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked greedily on him.
Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her demerara lips were slurping around his cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Helen” he gasped
“Is this to your satisfaction?” Helen mumbled between slurps
“What a stupid question” he thought to himself “of course it was to his satisfaction, was she mad?”
But out loud he said
“Oh yes”
At the point in proceedings that they had reached he would have normally have been considering the next chapter of the story, with the girls he usually had sexual encounters with.
But he was pretty convinced that it was Helen’s intention to suck him off.
What he didn’t know however was that the only reason for that was that she was on her monthly.
Rob was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he was right and she had already decided what she wanted to do.
One of his hands was on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her thick black curls while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously then Helen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her dark lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock, and snorting through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.
Rob was so close and Emily could sense it and she was going at him like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

(Part 05)

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.
Helen was still grasping his cock and sucking and licking at the last of his seed until her lips smacked one last time and her mouth released his shaft.
“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet
“Oh God yes” he said and kissed her forehead
“Well that’s all you get for today” she said “But only because I’m on the rag, but once I get rid of the cotton mouse were going to do things that will make your toes curl”
“I can’t wait” he said with what could only be described as a leer and then the phone rang again which he ignored again and redressed himself with Helen watching his every move and looking very pleased with herself, which she deserved to do, it was the best blowjob Rob had ever had, by some distance, she looked like the cat that got the cream, which wasn’t too far from the truth.
He was just about to kiss her when the door suddenly opened
“There you are” Ginny said “I’ve been looking for you everywhere”
“Hello Rob, Thank you so much for the show yesterday” she added “There’s more to you than meets the eye, I shan’t ever look at you in the same way again”
Helen was still sat on his chair from where she had delivered her oral expertise and where she was still looking at Rob and Ginny suddenly noticed she had a small dribble of gentleman’s relish in the corner of her mouth.
“For goodness sake Helen, wipe that love custard off your lip babe”
Then to Rob she said
“So you’ve been a very lucky boy haven’t you?”
As Helen wiped his cum off her mouth with a tissue she went bright red, which he had never seen her do before, which made his cock twitch for some reason.
Ginny was smirking at her friend’s discomfiture, she had never witnessed her friend so embarrassed and she had known her for years
“She doesn’t do that for just anyone you know” Ginny whispered as she excused herself and said she would wait for Helen in the hall.
“You could have told me” Helen said just as the door closed then she laughed and punched him.
“I thought it was sexy” he replied as she sluiced her mouth out, so she wouldn’t have penis breath when she gave him a goodbye kiss, which she did, and it was long and passionate, before she went in search of Ginny.
“Look after him” she said stroking his cock through his trousers and was pleased to feel it was arousing again, but she didn’t know it that was the kiss or the cum on her lip that had caused it
“I’ll be back for him soon”
“He’ll be waiting” he said and then the phone rang again and this time he had to answer it so Helen kissed his cheek and left.

(Part 06)

He didn’t see Helen for the next two days, inside the voyeur rooms or out of them, because the persistent post blow job telephone calls turned out to be reports of problems with the plumbing.
So he was kept very busy, troubleshooting the problems which he didn’t complete until 2.45am and as soon as he got back to his office he sat down heavily in his chair and almost immediately the long blinks set in.

Helen had also been very busy, but that was because she was a hotty and she was in great demand and she finished late as well and as her period had finished she was on the hunt for Rob.

She checked all around the building looking for him first checking where the plumbing issues had been and then in the voyeur rooms but there was no sign of him anywhere so she decided to try his office and if he wasn’t there she would call it a night.

When she got to the maintenance department she checked room by room and then she looked through the small window in his door and saw him sitting at his desk with his back to the window and he appeared to be asleep.

But because she had forewarned him to expect her at some time when her period was finished, in order for them to carry on where they had left off, she tapped on his window.
Though despite the fact that her visit was not a surprise she nonetheless startled him because he almost jumped out of his chair, but he then swung around so he could check out the source of the tapping and when he saw it was her he relaxed into a smile and the blood began to rush to his sleeping member.
She gesticulated that she needed him to unlock the door and he nodded his understanding.
“Did I wake you?” she asked after he opened the door “I hope you’re not too tired”
And just to indicate what he would be missing, if he were too tired, she stood by the door clearly aware he could see her, as she began straightening her clothes which culminated in her hitching up her skirt and adjusted her stocking tops.
“I’m always ready” he replied when she had finished her adjustments,
“Good” she said “Now take a seat”
The desk was already considerably clearer than it had been the last time she had been in there so it didn’t take her long to scoop the remaining clutter into one of the drawers.
Rob sat back and watched her as she moved, stretching and bending and he judged by the stirring in his pants that he was definitely not too tired.
Just as she dropped the last items into the top draw he stood up and as she bent down to place the telephone on the floor he shuffled up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Helen straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no, not from behind Mr Lamb, I want to see it coming the first time”

(Part 07)

Helen straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no, not from behind Mr Lamb, I want to see it coming the first time”
“Whatever you say Miss Culleton” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.
She smiled her demerara lipped smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him, after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her round hips.
“Let the toe curling begin Mr Lamb” Helen said as she stepped out of her skirt and he slipped his hands up her black stocking clad legs.
As he undressed her he noticed her skirt and blouse were good quality garments, clearly not from the costume department, they were obviously Helen’s own clothes and she didn’t buy them from a catalogue.
Her underwear was also of good quality, the stockings were sheer and the teddy was expensive silk.
Rob was impressed and not just because she was exquisitely dressed, but because she had chosen the outfit from her own wardrobe just for his enjoyment.
Helen was standing with her cute fleshy buttocks resting on the end of the desk, with her hands resting on the polished wood, as his hands reached her stocking tops and as his fingers began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk.
He then pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her thick black curly bush and as he knelt before her pussy he leant forward and kissed her hairy lips and she murmured in approval.
Rob parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang and noshed on her juicy cunt.
As wet as she was it was obvious she had been simmering all evening in anticipation of their assignation so it didn’t take long for him to nosh her to climax.
When he stood up in front of her she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, and he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his cock, and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her hot cunny and as his balls reached her labia she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck as he fucked her hard, which is after all what she wanted from him, a good hard fucking.
Helen was no stranger to cock, but she was not as prolific a lover as people might have expected, but she was moaning delightfully as she received one delicious stroke after another, appreciating every inch of him, and the noises she made were testament to her enjoyment.
Helen released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk and the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty and she had thrown her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she neared the end, and her panting became erratic, her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and he followed her over the abyss and he emptied his lot inside her.

(Part 08)

Helen released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk and the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty and she had thrown her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she neared the end, and her panting became erratic, her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and he followed her over the abyss and he emptied his lot inside her.
They stayed in that position for an indeterminate period until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy.
“Well, was it like you imagined?” she asked between her panting
“No” he replied and she held her breath “I couldn’t have imagined that”
Helen giggled in response, in meant a lot to her that she had pleased him.
She hadn’t given herself to very many men, despite her occupation, and she wanted it to be memorable.
“So you’d like to do it again then?” she asked coyly
“Yes of course” he replied, as he pulled his trousers up as he watched her, still panting and sighing, spread-eagled across his desk.

“Time for me to go then” she said as she sat up
“Do you have to?” he asked
“Yes” Helen replied as she pulled up her knickers, but she had a lecherous leer on her face. “Because I want the second time to be in another location”
“Oh” he said as he watched her redress and when she had finished buttoning her blouse she kissed him and said
“I’ll be ready for round two in twenty minutes”
And then she slipped a key card into his trouser pocket.

When he let himself into her room Helen was completely naked and sitting in a large leather chair.

He nodded approval and promptly undressed before walking towards her and stood in front of her and Helen looked at him with a lascivious leer before leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth.
As pleasurable as her expert oral attention was he wasn’t there just for head.
“I think it’s time to curl you toes again Miss Culleton” he said and extracted his cock from her mouth.
“That sounds good to me” She said as Rob took her by the hand and led her to the bed
“I hope that you understand that I’ll be on the summit” Helen said
“I will have you at any time, any position and any venue that you choose” Rob said and lay down on the bed
“Me too” she agreed and climbed on top of him
He slid his hands up her thighs and onto her tight young buttocks and as her plump brown tits hovered above his face he reached his mouth up towards her chocolate coloured nipples and then sucked on her delicious confections until Helen impaled her eager young fanny on to his swollen shaft, pumping her pussy down on his cock for another pleasurable conclusion.

(Part 09)

They next morning Rob was lying in bed, while Helen was getting clean in the shower, waiting impatiently for her to finish so he could get her dirty again.
Bored with waiting he decided to go and shower in the other bathroom when there was a knock on the door so he slipped on his dressing gown and went and opened it.
It was Helen’s friend Ginny
“Hello Rob”
“Hi Ginny”
“Is she about?” she asked
“Helen’s in the shower” he replied
“Ok, well tell her that her 9 o’clock has cancelled” she said and added with a leer
“So there’s plenty of time for you to get on the nest again”
“Thanks Ginny, I think I might just do that” he said “Thanks for the heads up”
So he went back inside but Helen still hadn’t appeared so he went and showered himself.

Showered and shaved he went back into the bedroom where he found Helen sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown which gaped from neck to thigh and she was talking on her mobile.
“Really?” she said but he couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation
“Yes of course I will” Helen said
Again he couldn’t hear anything and to be honest his attention was drawn to what she was doing rather than what she was hearing.
She was sitting on the bed and absentmindedly toying with her freshly laundered pubic hair.
“Yes I’ll let you know” she said “Good bye”
“You’ll never guess what that was about” she said
“You have a cancelation so I have an extra hour in which to sully you again” he replied
“You guessed” she said in amazement
“How did you guess?” she added as she was still twiddling tufts of her black pubes in her fingers.
“Come on, how did you guess?” she asked and then she realised firstly what she was doing and secondly that he was watching, which was when she began rubbing herself quite brazenly before his libidinous eyes and his impatience was finally rewarded which was when the fun really started.

What a wonderful start to the day that was and they would have happily spent the whole day making love to each other but alas they both had work to go to.

After that first night they spent together they made love at almost every opportunity that was offered to them, but Rob still watched her perform from the voyeur rooms and then later she reaped the benefits of his arousal.
And their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a piss.
He had been looking at her from beyond the glass as she performed and she had been watching him as he worked around the place but he didn’t make a move and she got fed up of waiting, so she set a trap for him.
It was Helen who phoned to report the fault in the ladies toilets and put the out of order sign on the door and then she sat in wait for him to appear and her bladder was fit to bust as he stepped into the toilets and the moment he pushed open the cubicle door she pissed like a horse and that was when she had him hook line and sinker.

The Girl in the Black Dress

It was the midsummers Eve Ball and Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the great hall.
The reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye.
But that wasn’t the only reason he always sought out that spot.
He also went there to be alone because he rarely saw another soul, he liked that, he liked the solitude, and he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace.
He looked up at the hunter’s moon hanging in the clear night sky as he exhaled the mellow smoke long and slow.
Which was when his peace was broken by the clip clop of stiletto heels on the flagstones.
He was just about to lambast the intruder for invading his retreat but when he turned to look at the source of his annoyance.
He saw it was the girl in the black dress or more precisely Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders.
The black dress in question was a full length evening dress which fitted her every contour and even in the moonlight it was patently obvious that she was completely naked beneath it.
“Hello Luke” she said “I thought I’d find you here”
“And you were looking for me why?” he said impatiently
“Oh I just fancied a smoke” Samantha replied falsely
“I’d like to know where you have your cigarettes hidden” he said
“I don’t have any” she replied “but that’s alright I’ll share yours”
And Lady Samantha stood very close to him as she took the cigar from his hand and took a long drag on it which Luke found strangely arousing.
They stood on the terrace in the moonlight together and smoked the stogey to a stub and Luke flicked it into the night.
“Well what do we do now?” she said “The night is young”
But before Luke could answer she began kissing him passionately on the mouth which he instantly reciprocated while Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders pulled down his zip fly and expertly extracted the evidence of his arousal and her evening gloved hand proceeded to tug on his shaft.

“Wow” he said as he zipped up his fly “That was the best smoke I ever had”
“Wait until next time” Lady Samantha said getting to her feet and brushed the dirt off her knees.
“When there’s no cotton mouse in the way”
“I’ll look forward to it” he said
“And so you should” she responded and clip clopped back to the Ball.