(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, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years, since before the change, but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.
He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.
But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.
(Part 02)
The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid dreams.
Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.
Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.
That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.
Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.
And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms, but everything came at a price.
The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet for the staff to get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.
But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves.
Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.
But he was unable to read the signs and therefore unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.
He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.
(Part 03)
The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.
And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three.
However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.
She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.
But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.
She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.
In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as
Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.
Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.
Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.
Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.
So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.
She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.
Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.
She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.
But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact.
Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.
And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston.
She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact.
(Part 04)
Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.
Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.
He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.
Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.
29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.
The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.
Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.
Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
(Part 05)
Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.
Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.
Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.
Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.
So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.
It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.
This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny.
She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.
She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.
Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.
“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said
“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.
When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.
(Part 06)
The day that Samantha Hawkins returned to Tim Weston’s massage table marked an end to their sexual frustration but it took a chance encounter for lust to come to fruition.
Things began even before Sam arrived when Tim got aroused just in anticipation of her visit but the moment he saw Samantha in the flesh the stirring in his loins heightened.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.
They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.
Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.
Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.
She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.
“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said
“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.
Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.
“You’re very tense” He said
“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.
Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.
Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.
“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her
“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.
“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified
“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”
She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.
“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.
“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”
“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”
When she was back in her robe she said
“I will see you again next month then”
“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”
“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”
“Bye then” he said
“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.
(Part 07)
Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box.
Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.
It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.
But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.
The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.
So Tim would have just wanked himself limp and Samantha would have gone home and done herself with a dildo or a vibrator had
Tim not walked in to the shower room as Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.
He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.
Then he suddenly said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”
At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry”
A few minutes later he was back in room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down and chastising his erection and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips, gesturing him to silence.
She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, she was not disappointed with what she saw, and his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.
So she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.
As a result a broken shower room lock and fates perfect timing meaning he would be there the moment she emerged from the shower they put all the frustrations that had existed behind them and he speared her pussy on the massage table.
After that day another beauty he had lusted after, Karen Clarke, joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over the following weeks and months until all he had were special clients and his balls were seldom dry.
(Part 08)
Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and it was a special day when Samantha Hawkins became his first special client and they went on to have many special days beyond that.
She knew that there arrangements wasn’t exclusive, she knew he had added other special women to his list, but she didn’t mind that she wasn’t looking for exclusivity, he was just fulfilling a need that her disabled husband could not, however she did like to think she was the most special as she was Tim’s first.
Not only did she not mind about the other women she became friends with some of them.
On Thursday afternoon he was pleasuring and enjoying Karen Clarke who was kneeling on his massage table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while two fingers of the other were frigging her pussy.
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from her as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her as she was fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her wet pussy until he made her cum, big time.
Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.
He accepted the invitation and wriggled out of his trousers and pants and into her.
Afterwards as they redressed she asked him if he was going to join her and the others for lunch the next day.
Four of his “special” clients had formed a lunch club and the five of them generally dined out once a month at the Red Lion in Pangmere.
And as much as he would have loved to go to lunch club with the girls he couldn’t really spare the time so he said
“No I don’t think so”
Karen gave him a look so he added
“I have to move my stuff into the new suite”
“But its Samantha’s birthday” she insisted, “You have to come it’s her 30th”
“Well we’ll see,” he said, “if I get finished in time”
“That means no then,” she said crossly
“It means if I get finished in time” he insisted
“Hmmm” she said as she was leaving with obvious disbelieve but she kissed him anyway and added.
“Please come, you’ll enjoy it”
“We’ll see,” he reiterated
It wasn’t a lie, he did have to move his stuff into the new suite.
Since the day he first shagged Samantha he had built up a special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over time until all he had were special clients and he was doing so well with his special clients that he was now moving into a different room away from the Pool and Sauna suite in which he could service his special clientele in more salubrious surroundings.
But he was a victim of his own success and because of that success he only had a narrow window in which to make the move.
(Part 09)
He started early on Friday, which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the Hotel dressed in joggers and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.
“What are you doing here?” he asked “on your birthday”
“I’ve come to help,” she replied
“Help with what?” he asked puzzled
“The stuff that’s preventing you from coming to my birthday lunch” she said
“I did say I’d come if I was finished,” he said
“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” she said cheerily.
So they got to work, Samantha set about dusting and packing his old room while he started carrying things to the goods lift and by eleven o’clock they were almost finished, there was just one small leather sofa to bring in from one of the unused rooms and they were done.
So the two of them set about the task and having maneuvered it out of one room and down the hall and into his rooms all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing, it moved easily into position.
Which was when with the job done and him suitably position southwest of her casually clad arse he thought he might give her a birthday present.
So he put his hands on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Sam I couldn’t have done this without you”
Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of his head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said
“We haven’t got time for that” and she smiled
“I think we do” Tim said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so he began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.
“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra
“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him access to her un-holstered breasts.
So a change of tack was called for and he abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her minge.
There was only one option left to him, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.
She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
(Part 10)
She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
Samantha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening.
From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.
“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling
“Well you’re almost naked now” Tim responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.
Samantha’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him so as he immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease.
Samantha stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead
“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Tim said using her own words against her as he plugged into her.
The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.
There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he entered her cozy cunt again and again.
As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further they both came.
Tim withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to panting Samantha and put his hand on her belly.
“Happy birthday” he said
Neither of them spoke for the next 10 minutes or so, they just panted and reflected on a job well done.
That was until Samantha stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position he left her in, and rolled over.
She looked up at him with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking his limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.
“You want to go again?” he asked
“Mmmm” she mumbled
“I thought you didn’t want to be late for lunch?” he said and then with a slurp she released his cock and crawled onto his lap.
“We’re already late” she answered taking her T-shirt off and throwing it aside before impaling herself on him.
They arrived at the Red Lion almost 40 minutes late for lunch.
“Sorry we’re late” Samantha said kissing everyone in turn before sitting down.
Tim kissed everyone too and sat down opposite her.
“Did you get everything done?” Karen asked
“Yes” he replied, “it just took a while to maneuver a particularly big piece into the room”
Samantha kicked him under the table.
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (20) Tease Me Please Me
(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.
Helen would have continued performing and Rob would have continued watching had fate not taken a hand.
The event occurred soon after Helen’s pissing performance when he was struggling to get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head even after a cold shower.
As he stepped 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)
Fates second intervention in Helen and Rob’s life happened on the day after Helen and Ginny caught him naked and aroused.
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)
Rob believed that fate had contrived the circumstance of him catching Helen pissing in the toilet which led to her performing nerve tingling fellatio on him in his office, a mutually satisfying fuck in the same venue two days later and a passionate night spent together in one of the Hotel rooms, but he was mistaken.
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 he thought their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a fateful piss.
But fate actually had nothing to do with it, because what he didn’t know was that while Rob had been looking at her from behind the glass as she performed, 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.
They were both really pleased that they had finally got together, the sex was great and even after he’d had her he never stopped lusting over her and she never stopped enjoying his exercising of it with her.
But what surprised them was that the lust soon turned to love, though neither could tell the other for fear of ruining what they had together, or of breaking the spell.
Even after they had been together for more than a year they held back and held back, but that would have to change.
Helen had been away for over a week due to a family bereavement and Rob had really missed her, so much so that he was having trouble sleeping.
Which was why he threw himself into his work and was keeping odd hours.
It was just after 2am when he plopped down of the staff lounge sofa and promptly fell asleep.
He managed to sleep the next hour or so away on the sofa and woke about three o'clock a little groggy and un-refreshed after a fitful sleep interspersed with erotic snippets of Helen in various states of undress and debauchment, which left him semi aroused.
A hot shower would have refreshed him and cured the grogginess and brought him back to the world but instead he dozed off again and dreamt of Helen pissing down her knicker leg which turned his semi arousal to a full-blown erection.
The next time he opened his eyes it was three thirty and he was surprised to see Helen standing in the doorway.
He thought he was still dreaming until she smiled and said
“Hi babe”
(Part 07)
“Hi babe” he said with surprise
“Did you miss me?” she said as she stepped towards him and he stood up to meet her and they kissed, her coat was damp, so he took it off her shoulders as she slipped her woolly-socked feet out of her Ugg boots.
“Of course I did” he replied, “I missed you so much”
Helen was wearing a denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan.
“Good” she said “Because I missed you too”
When they were sat on the sofa she said
“I bought you a present”
“Really?” he asked and she produced a DVD from her bag.
“That’s not the kind of present I had in mind” he said
“I’m sure it wasn’t” she replied “but you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”
“Bum” he said
“Absolutely not” she snapped and laughed
They were sitting on the sofa cuddling when Helen suddenly said
“I’ve been doing some serious thinking while I’ve been away”
“Oh?” he said cautiously dreading what was coming
“Yes and I need to tell you something”
He went to speak but she stopped him
“Don’t interrupt, I have to say it before I lose my nerve” she said flatly
“She’s going to dump me” Rob was thinking
“Which is why” she began
“Oh God” he thought “here it comes”
“I think I should just come right out and say it”
“What?” he asked fearing the worse
“I love you” she blurted out “There I’ve said it”
“What?”
“I love you” she repeated and he was speechless
“Oh God you’re horrified” she said “I shouldn’t have said it, what have I done”
“Is that what you think?” Rob said “That I’m horrified that you love me”
“What do you think then?” she said looking down at her feet.
“I love you too, is what I think” he said and she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
After about ten minutes of continuous declarations of love interspersed with kissing Helen sat up slipped off her cardigan
“Now we’ve dealt with the serious bit,” she said
“We get to do the fun stuff”
She stood up and walked up and down in front of him unbuttoning her blouse as she did so until she was stood in front of him with her pert unfettered chocolate coloured tits in his face.
“I thought you said you had a visitor?” he said before taking one erect nipple in his mouth
“I lied,” she said sucking air in between her teeth
Rob stopped sucking and ejected her nipple like a babe spitting out its dummy
“Why?” he said indignantly before returning to his task.
“Because I wanted to say what I needed to say before all the blood left your brain to feed this,” she replied sliding her hand down to his crotch where she squeezed around the folds of denim in the general area of where his cock was lurking.
“Where is it?” she mused and began undoing his trousers.
(Part 08)
Once Helen had both unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers she fell to her knees and began yanking his jeans and pants off before discarding them behind her then she knelt in front of him looking at his semi aroused little soldier.
“I think someone is late joining the party” Helen said and began to encourage its participation orally, and that didn’t mean she was talking to it.
It didn’t take very much effort on Helen’s part to bring him up to full erection, one good slurp was enough to be honest then Helen pulled on his shaft, dragging the foreskin back to expose his purple helmet and before long he had a major hard on.
“Oh yes Hon” he gasped out as he looked down at her black haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls.
Rob’s cock was throbbing and there was an ache dwelling deep in his balls, Helen obviously felt his growing arousal and disengaged her mouth from his cock with a distinct slurp and she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse before she hitched up her denim skirt and climbed onto his lap exposing a good portion of her fluffy black bush.
“You have no knickers on,” he said
She just chuckled as she unzipped her skirt so she could hitch it further.
“So where are they?” he asked
“In my hand bag” she said innocently “If I’d kept them on you would have them around my ankles already”
She looked down at his cock still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
The front of her blouse was open to the waist and this left her beautiful breasts exposed, nipples standing proud for him to caress as she gave him a smile and slithered down on him before letting out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and then rode him hard, pounding her velvety wet pussy on his shaft, her pelvis pumping frenetically on him like a piston.
His hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him and her squeals and moans in his ear through gritted teeth were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
But then she missed a beat as her foot slipped and she lost purchase, but instead of re-centering herself she kissed him and smiled and said
“If you want more you’ll have to catch me”
And with that she slipped off his shaft and was away out the door heading for the stairs,
Rob leapt up from his prone position in chase but she had a head start on him.
However as she went through the door to the stairwell she lost traction on the tiled floor in her stockinged feet, which gave him sufficient time to close the distance.
Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.
(Part 09)
Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.
This gave him the chance to grasp her firmly by the hips and pulling her towards him he penetrated her hot cunny again.
She moaned loudly as he deeply speared her and as stroke followed stroke her cunny came to meet each penetration.
Until the moment when he was distracted by the pitch and volume of her pleasurable moaning, and instead of thrusting onto him she pulled away and made a bid to escape before he knew what was happening, he tried to grab her but only managed to grab a hold of her denim skirt which she managed to wriggle out of as she scampered up the stairs.
She was sitting triumphantly on the top stair wearing only a pair of knee length socks and an unbuttoned blouse.
“Come on then, if you think you’re man enough,” she said taunting him as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders
Then she spread her legs wide and he could see her juices, which were glistening on her moist lips even before she slipped her finger down her crack.
This had turned into a game of cat and mouse where Helen was both the mouse and the pussy.
She was still fingering herself with one hand and holding her blouse in the other when she raised it above her head and prepared to throw it at him and as she launched it at him he took his chance and sprinted up the stairs before she had a chance to reset herself, even so she nearly made it, he only just managed to grasp her ankle and prevent her escape.
She wriggled and squealed as he pulled her back to the top stair by the leg until her buttocks rested on the brow.
Rob was kneeling on the second step with her cunny now at cock height and so he wasted no time in urgently penetrating her juicy pussy and Helen exhaled a low animal grunt and she grunted louder with each successive length he gave her.
His hands were on her hips but he moved them to her beautiful titties, he knew she was going nowhere as her legs locked around his body and she continued to grunt, squeal and yelp.
The length of stroke was shortening and the squeals were turning to deep moans so he thrusted quicker and quicker and her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal
Faster and faster he pounded on her and louder and louder she moaned in response.
She was writhing and wriggling, gasping and panting, quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she moaned and then in perfect symmetry as Helen’s whole body seemed to go into spasm she came with an animal yell as his cock pulsed and twitched as it ejaculated into her.
They held that position with her pussy hugging his cock for a few minutes.
“God that was the best yet” Helen said and then let out a fruity chuckle, which flexed her grip around his shaft as if she was milking the last drop from him.
“That’s because we love each other” he said and Helen kissed him long and passionately
“Now go and get all the clothes and I’ll have some more love waiting for you in the room”
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.
Helen would have continued performing and Rob would have continued watching had fate not taken a hand.
The event occurred soon after Helen’s pissing performance when he was struggling to get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head even after a cold shower.
As he stepped 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)
Fates second intervention in Helen and Rob’s life happened on the day after Helen and Ginny caught him naked and aroused.
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)
Rob believed that fate had contrived the circumstance of him catching Helen pissing in the toilet which led to her performing nerve tingling fellatio on him in his office, a mutually satisfying fuck in the same venue two days later and a passionate night spent together in one of the Hotel rooms, but he was mistaken.
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 he thought their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a fateful piss.
But fate actually had nothing to do with it, because what he didn’t know was that while Rob had been looking at her from behind the glass as she performed, 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.
They were both really pleased that they had finally got together, the sex was great and even after he’d had her he never stopped lusting over her and she never stopped enjoying his exercising of it with her.
But what surprised them was that the lust soon turned to love, though neither could tell the other for fear of ruining what they had together, or of breaking the spell.
Even after they had been together for more than a year they held back and held back, but that would have to change.
Helen had been away for over a week due to a family bereavement and Rob had really missed her, so much so that he was having trouble sleeping.
Which was why he threw himself into his work and was keeping odd hours.
It was just after 2am when he plopped down of the staff lounge sofa and promptly fell asleep.
He managed to sleep the next hour or so away on the sofa and woke about three o'clock a little groggy and un-refreshed after a fitful sleep interspersed with erotic snippets of Helen in various states of undress and debauchment, which left him semi aroused.
A hot shower would have refreshed him and cured the grogginess and brought him back to the world but instead he dozed off again and dreamt of Helen pissing down her knicker leg which turned his semi arousal to a full-blown erection.
The next time he opened his eyes it was three thirty and he was surprised to see Helen standing in the doorway.
He thought he was still dreaming until she smiled and said
“Hi babe”
(Part 07)
“Hi babe” he said with surprise
“Did you miss me?” she said as she stepped towards him and he stood up to meet her and they kissed, her coat was damp, so he took it off her shoulders as she slipped her woolly-socked feet out of her Ugg boots.
“Of course I did” he replied, “I missed you so much”
Helen was wearing a denim skirt, a pale blue blouse and a white cardigan.
“Good” she said “Because I missed you too”
When they were sat on the sofa she said
“I bought you a present”
“Really?” he asked and she produced a DVD from her bag.
“That’s not the kind of present I had in mind” he said
“I’m sure it wasn’t” she replied “but you have been beaten to the prize by the cotton mouse I’m afraid”
“Bum” he said
“Absolutely not” she snapped and laughed
They were sitting on the sofa cuddling when Helen suddenly said
“I’ve been doing some serious thinking while I’ve been away”
“Oh?” he said cautiously dreading what was coming
“Yes and I need to tell you something”
He went to speak but she stopped him
“Don’t interrupt, I have to say it before I lose my nerve” she said flatly
“She’s going to dump me” Rob was thinking
“Which is why” she began
“Oh God” he thought “here it comes”
“I think I should just come right out and say it”
“What?” he asked fearing the worse
“I love you” she blurted out “There I’ve said it”
“What?”
“I love you” she repeated and he was speechless
“Oh God you’re horrified” she said “I shouldn’t have said it, what have I done”
“Is that what you think?” Rob said “That I’m horrified that you love me”
“What do you think then?” she said looking down at her feet.
“I love you too, is what I think” he said and she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
After about ten minutes of continuous declarations of love interspersed with kissing Helen sat up slipped off her cardigan
“Now we’ve dealt with the serious bit,” she said
“We get to do the fun stuff”
She stood up and walked up and down in front of him unbuttoning her blouse as she did so until she was stood in front of him with her pert unfettered chocolate coloured tits in his face.
“I thought you said you had a visitor?” he said before taking one erect nipple in his mouth
“I lied,” she said sucking air in between her teeth
Rob stopped sucking and ejected her nipple like a babe spitting out its dummy
“Why?” he said indignantly before returning to his task.
“Because I wanted to say what I needed to say before all the blood left your brain to feed this,” she replied sliding her hand down to his crotch where she squeezed around the folds of denim in the general area of where his cock was lurking.
“Where is it?” she mused and began undoing his trousers.
(Part 08)
Once Helen had both unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers she fell to her knees and began yanking his jeans and pants off before discarding them behind her then she knelt in front of him looking at his semi aroused little soldier.
“I think someone is late joining the party” Helen said and began to encourage its participation orally, and that didn’t mean she was talking to it.
It didn’t take very much effort on Helen’s part to bring him up to full erection, one good slurp was enough to be honest then Helen pulled on his shaft, dragging the foreskin back to expose his purple helmet and before long he had a major hard on.
“Oh yes Hon” he gasped out as he looked down at her black haired head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls.
Rob’s cock was throbbing and there was an ache dwelling deep in his balls, Helen obviously felt his growing arousal and disengaged her mouth from his cock with a distinct slurp and she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse before she hitched up her denim skirt and climbed onto his lap exposing a good portion of her fluffy black bush.
“You have no knickers on,” he said
She just chuckled as she unzipped her skirt so she could hitch it further.
“So where are they?” he asked
“In my hand bag” she said innocently “If I’d kept them on you would have them around my ankles already”
She looked down at his cock still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
The front of her blouse was open to the waist and this left her beautiful breasts exposed, nipples standing proud for him to caress as she gave him a smile and slithered down on him before letting out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and then rode him hard, pounding her velvety wet pussy on his shaft, her pelvis pumping frenetically on him like a piston.
His hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him and her squeals and moans in his ear through gritted teeth were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
But then she missed a beat as her foot slipped and she lost purchase, but instead of re-centering herself she kissed him and smiled and said
“If you want more you’ll have to catch me”
And with that she slipped off his shaft and was away out the door heading for the stairs,
Rob leapt up from his prone position in chase but she had a head start on him.
However as she went through the door to the stairwell she lost traction on the tiled floor in her stockinged feet, which gave him sufficient time to close the distance.
Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.
(Part 09)
Helen was giggling as she began to scramble up the stairs crab like and she squealed as he grabbed her left leg by the knee and halted her progress.
This gave him the chance to grasp her firmly by the hips and pulling her towards him he penetrated her hot cunny again.
She moaned loudly as he deeply speared her and as stroke followed stroke her cunny came to meet each penetration.
Until the moment when he was distracted by the pitch and volume of her pleasurable moaning, and instead of thrusting onto him she pulled away and made a bid to escape before he knew what was happening, he tried to grab her but only managed to grab a hold of her denim skirt which she managed to wriggle out of as she scampered up the stairs.
She was sitting triumphantly on the top stair wearing only a pair of knee length socks and an unbuttoned blouse.
“Come on then, if you think you’re man enough,” she said taunting him as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders
Then she spread her legs wide and he could see her juices, which were glistening on her moist lips even before she slipped her finger down her crack.
This had turned into a game of cat and mouse where Helen was both the mouse and the pussy.
She was still fingering herself with one hand and holding her blouse in the other when she raised it above her head and prepared to throw it at him and as she launched it at him he took his chance and sprinted up the stairs before she had a chance to reset herself, even so she nearly made it, he only just managed to grasp her ankle and prevent her escape.
She wriggled and squealed as he pulled her back to the top stair by the leg until her buttocks rested on the brow.
Rob was kneeling on the second step with her cunny now at cock height and so he wasted no time in urgently penetrating her juicy pussy and Helen exhaled a low animal grunt and she grunted louder with each successive length he gave her.
His hands were on her hips but he moved them to her beautiful titties, he knew she was going nowhere as her legs locked around his body and she continued to grunt, squeal and yelp.
The length of stroke was shortening and the squeals were turning to deep moans so he thrusted quicker and quicker and her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal
Faster and faster he pounded on her and louder and louder she moaned in response.
She was writhing and wriggling, gasping and panting, quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she moaned and then in perfect symmetry as Helen’s whole body seemed to go into spasm she came with an animal yell as his cock pulsed and twitched as it ejaculated into her.
They held that position with her pussy hugging his cock for a few minutes.
“God that was the best yet” Helen said and then let out a fruity chuckle, which flexed her grip around his shaft as if she was milking the last drop from him.
“That’s because we love each other” he said and Helen kissed him long and passionately
“Now go and get all the clothes and I’ll have some more love waiting for you in the room”
Monday, 6 March 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (19) More 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 for him.
(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.
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.
Sometimes they were planned sessions, sometimes impromptu, an occasionally chance meeting or sometimes one was lured to a destination and tempted into action.
On one such occasion Alan was summoned to one of the premier suites and after letting himself in with his master key card he discovered Ingela sitting on an ottoman at the end of the four poster bed.
Where, without speaking she glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
(Part 03)
Without speaking Ingela glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
Alan could clearly see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Well this is a pretty scene” He said as he felt a sensation down below.
“I didn’t think you were working today”
“I’m not” she replied
“So why are you here then?” he asked
“Horny” she answered
Alan accepted her reply without question and sat down on a chair opposite her.
“You’re always horny” he retorted “and you’re always fingering yourself”
“You do it too” She demanded with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“Touch your cock while I touch my nonny” she added through gritted teeth.
He unzipped his trousers and slid them and his pants down past his knees and off over his feet and when Ingela opened her eyes she could see the purple head of his engorged cock on full display and a look, which could only be described as a leer spread across her face.
She got up from the ottoman and walked towards Alan and knelt in front of him and her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of his cock.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his proud member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was ready to go and she gave one final gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Ingela stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her round arse clad in Marks & Spencer passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time, you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking” Alan said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered
So he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
His hands released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Ingela’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
Her hands reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed him.
Alan’s hand then left her hips and went up to find her substantial tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian kind of practical garment, but encased within lace trimmed satin cups, quickly replaced by his eager hands.
Meanwhile Ingela was rising and falling on him and exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
Alan still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Ingela did all the work and was making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.
(Part 04)
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.
“Now that’s what days off are for”
“That wasn’t bad for a frumpy housemaid” he said
“Frumpy?” she exclaimed as she wriggled off his lap “You cheeky git”
Ingela shed her sweater and removed her satin bra before throwing it in his face then she quickly divested herself of her practical attire, leggings and pants, the former she discarded on the floor and the latter she threw at him which he caught and he still held her big knickers in his hand as she scrambled under the covers.
He held them to his face briefly, giving them a sniff before he dropped her knickers while Ingela’s eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet, and then he slipped off the rest of his clothes and joined her beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her and spent the rest of her day off in that bed.
It wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet, when the staff would often get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases.
But despite all of the precedents of Yvonne’s liberal attitudes to work place nookie she did have a very strict, yet simple proviso, and that was “not at the expense of your work”
In other words you could fuck your co-workers but not the business.
So in the days following Alan’s day long sexual repast with Ingela he had to catch up the hours he had lost, which proved to be easier said than done, mainly because a flu epidemic had decimated the staff but also because of more familiar distractions.
(Part 05)
Bright and early one morning he opened his office door and on the other side of it was the familiar face of his Head of Housekeeping and fuck buddy Ingela Carrington.
“Hi Ing” he said
“Hello boss” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy housemaids” I’ll smash your face in”
“Grumpy housemaid more like” he said, “and I think you need to work on your customer service manner”
“My manner is exceptionally good when I’m servicing someone” she corrected him and pushed him back into his office and gave him a kiss “as you well know”
The frumpy housemaid remark was due to the fact that she was wearing utilitarian underwear the last time they had been at it.
After a brief kiss, which Ingela tried to prolong, they sat in his office drinking coffee and when he had closed the door he asked
“How come you’re still here?” and added
“I thought you were on last night”
“I was, but we’re still short staffed, so I’m doing extra hours” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”
“Sure, no problem” he replied
As the morning went on however Alan was beginning to regret his decision to let her hang around and Ingela was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.
Eventually he got fed up of her in her constant “touchy feely” mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the laundry room that he snapped
“What is the matter with you Ingela? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”
“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy “But…”
“But what?” he snapped again
“I’m so horny” she replied
“You’re always horny” he retorted
“Not like today” she whimpered
“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said “I’m still trying to catch up on the time I lost the last time that you were horny”
“But I’m “really” horny” she pleaded
“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Ingela replied
“That doesn’t mean much you’re always fingering yourself” he said coldly “go and try it again”
“But it’s not my finger that I need” she pleaded “I need cock”
“I’m not the only one with a cock you know” he retorted
“But I like yours” she whined
“Well you can’t have mine this morning” he pointed out at the precise that moment one of the washing machines reached its spin cycle
“Sit on that” he said and walked out.
(Part 06)
Alan thought that his horny fuck buddy must have taken his advice, and sat her horny pussy on the washing machine during the spin cycle as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.
When she did reappear he was sitting in the staff lounge talking to Claire and Kelly who were sitting on the sofa.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.
Claire was a skinny flat chested brunette who wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked inches taller because of her Lego hair.
When Ingela walked in she went and boosted herself up so she was sitting on the table behind the girls where she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit.
She sat directly in his eye line “Sans Pants” and made quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to the girls.
The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself really turned him on, and ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the House of Fun rubbing herself.
He had a semi brewing from that revelation and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.
Ingela was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Kelly and Claire sitting there.
He tried to keep eye contact with Kelly or Claire, when they spoke, but obviously his eyes kept wandering from the speaker’s eyes to Ingela’s lips.
Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Yvonne came breezing into the staff room and Ingela’s legs snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately, a clamshell.
Anyway they all had coffee and chatted together and he was trying to figure out how and when he was going to get into Ingela.
He sat there all through their coffee break looking for a way he could manage to shag her.
He had long since passed caring about his back log of work all he wanted to do now was get his balls wet.
It shouldn’t have been too much of a problem, with all the staff sickness, to sneak off to one of the many rooms in Yvonne’s house of pleasure.
And in the unlikely event that they drew a blank inside there were more places outside, in a garage or an out building, boiler rooms, pavilion, tool shed or even in the car park in his car or they could even park in the woods and shag in the car or just shag up against a tree.
The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.
He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
(Part 07)
Alan was sitting in the staff lounge running numerous sexual scenarios through his head, of him nailing Ingela’s hairless pussy.
The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.
He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
At last his prayers were answered as Yvonne took a phone call and when she had finished she said
“Ok you two, you have a customer in the leather room”
“Excellent” Kelly said and took the dirty mugs to the sink “male or female?”
“Female, 30 something” Yvonne replied “First timer”
“What’s she in for?” Claire asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”
“All of the above” Yvonne said and added with a dirty grin “And you’ll be needing the strap-on’s”
“Oh goody” Kelly said
Kelly and Claire quickly strode out through the door followed by Ingela and Alan stepped forward to follow her so she would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.
However he was stopped in his tracks by Yvonne who wanted to have a chat.
“Are you ok?” Yvonne asked, “You seem a little distracted today”
“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night, there’s so much to do while we have so many people out sick”
“Yes I know it’s hard” she agreed “Just don’t try to do too much”
When he had finished talking to Yvonne he set off to find Ingela, or more precisely her pussy.
As he walked down the corridor he mulled over what Yvonne had said when she had noticed his distraction but he didn’t know whether or not she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”
Yvonne was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the combination of the illness that struck so many staff and the extra work she and everyone else were having to do could quite easily dull the blade.
He had no idea where Angela had gone, he was hoping she would be waiting in the corridor outside the staff lounge but she wasn’t.
Alan wasn’t too concerned she was so hot and horny she would soon find him to scratch her itch so he went to reception first.
He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.
“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
(Part 08)
He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.
“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
He walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.
She was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock.
“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking him, between kisses
“A window opened up” he replied “and I can see that you have too”
“Shut up and fuck me boss” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.
He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt, but after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.
“I need your cock,” she moaned
So Alan let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked tight around his neck, he fucked her hard on the desk, which is what she wanted, what she had wanted all day, a good hard fucking.
“Oh that’s it,” she moaned
She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Oh boss, boss” she panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her, as a result he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and then another until
“Ohhhhhhhhh” she exclaimed as she came and his climax instantly followed and then she kissed him
“God Alan I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.
“Are you satisfied now?” he panted
“If I say no will you fuck me again?” she panted in reply
“Yes” he replied
“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Ingela said
“Then you’d better get your slutty arse upstairs into room 63”
He ordered her and she ran towards the door naked.
“I would suggest you put something on first” he counselled and she giggled
So she paused by the door and then picked up all her clothes and from her jacket pocket she pulled out her knickers.
“You won’t be needing those” he said “you’ve managed most of the day without them”
She didn’t speak as the two of them quickly dressed and as soon as she was finished she unlocked the door and rushed upstairs as instructed.
Alan followed her at a more dignified pace he knew there was no rush because he knew that when he joined her she would be lying naked on the bed and wetting her fingers.
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 for him.
(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.
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.
Sometimes they were planned sessions, sometimes impromptu, an occasionally chance meeting or sometimes one was lured to a destination and tempted into action.
On one such occasion Alan was summoned to one of the premier suites and after letting himself in with his master key card he discovered Ingela sitting on an ottoman at the end of the four poster bed.
Where, without speaking she glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
(Part 03)
Without speaking Ingela glanced in his direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
Alan could clearly see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Well this is a pretty scene” He said as he felt a sensation down below.
“I didn’t think you were working today”
“I’m not” she replied
“So why are you here then?” he asked
“Horny” she answered
Alan accepted her reply without question and sat down on a chair opposite her.
“You’re always horny” he retorted “and you’re always fingering yourself”
“You do it too” She demanded with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“Touch your cock while I touch my nonny” she added through gritted teeth.
He unzipped his trousers and slid them and his pants down past his knees and off over his feet and when Ingela opened her eyes she could see the purple head of his engorged cock on full display and a look, which could only be described as a leer spread across her face.
She got up from the ottoman and walked towards Alan and knelt in front of him and her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of his cock.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his proud member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was ready to go and she gave one final gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Ingela stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her round arse clad in Marks & Spencer passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time, you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking” Alan said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered
So he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
His hands released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Ingela’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
Her hands reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed him.
Alan’s hand then left her hips and went up to find her substantial tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian kind of practical garment, but encased within lace trimmed satin cups, quickly replaced by his eager hands.
Meanwhile Ingela was rising and falling on him and exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
Alan still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Ingela did all the work and was making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.
(Part 04)
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached a crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came, which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed.
“Now that’s what days off are for”
“That wasn’t bad for a frumpy housemaid” he said
“Frumpy?” she exclaimed as she wriggled off his lap “You cheeky git”
Ingela shed her sweater and removed her satin bra before throwing it in his face then she quickly divested herself of her practical attire, leggings and pants, the former she discarded on the floor and the latter she threw at him which he caught and he still held her big knickers in his hand as she scrambled under the covers.
He held them to his face briefly, giving them a sniff before he dropped her knickers while Ingela’s eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet, and then he slipped off the rest of his clothes and joined her beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her and spent the rest of her day off in that bed.
It wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet, when the staff would often get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases.
But despite all of the precedents of Yvonne’s liberal attitudes to work place nookie she did have a very strict, yet simple proviso, and that was “not at the expense of your work”
In other words you could fuck your co-workers but not the business.
So in the days following Alan’s day long sexual repast with Ingela he had to catch up the hours he had lost, which proved to be easier said than done, mainly because a flu epidemic had decimated the staff but also because of more familiar distractions.
(Part 05)
Bright and early one morning he opened his office door and on the other side of it was the familiar face of his Head of Housekeeping and fuck buddy Ingela Carrington.
“Hi Ing” he said
“Hello boss” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy housemaids” I’ll smash your face in”
“Grumpy housemaid more like” he said, “and I think you need to work on your customer service manner”
“My manner is exceptionally good when I’m servicing someone” she corrected him and pushed him back into his office and gave him a kiss “as you well know”
The frumpy housemaid remark was due to the fact that she was wearing utilitarian underwear the last time they had been at it.
After a brief kiss, which Ingela tried to prolong, they sat in his office drinking coffee and when he had closed the door he asked
“How come you’re still here?” and added
“I thought you were on last night”
“I was, but we’re still short staffed, so I’m doing extra hours” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”
“Sure, no problem” he replied
As the morning went on however Alan was beginning to regret his decision to let her hang around and Ingela was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.
Eventually he got fed up of her in her constant “touchy feely” mode and following him everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed him into the laundry room that he snapped
“What is the matter with you Ingela? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”
“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy “But…”
“But what?” he snapped again
“I’m so horny” she replied
“You’re always horny” he retorted
“Not like today” she whimpered
“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said “I’m still trying to catch up on the time I lost the last time that you were horny”
“But I’m “really” horny” she pleaded
“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Ingela replied
“That doesn’t mean much you’re always fingering yourself” he said coldly “go and try it again”
“But it’s not my finger that I need” she pleaded “I need cock”
“I’m not the only one with a cock you know” he retorted
“But I like yours” she whined
“Well you can’t have mine this morning” he pointed out at the precise that moment one of the washing machines reached its spin cycle
“Sit on that” he said and walked out.
(Part 06)
Alan thought that his horny fuck buddy must have taken his advice, and sat her horny pussy on the washing machine during the spin cycle as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.
When she did reappear he was sitting in the staff lounge talking to Claire and Kelly who were sitting on the sofa.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.
Claire was a skinny flat chested brunette who wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked inches taller because of her Lego hair.
When Ingela walked in she went and boosted herself up so she was sitting on the table behind the girls where she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit.
She sat directly in his eye line “Sans Pants” and made quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to the girls.
The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself really turned him on, and ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the House of Fun rubbing herself.
He had a semi brewing from that revelation and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred him even more.
Ingela was sitting flashing her fingered flange at him and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Kelly and Claire sitting there.
He tried to keep eye contact with Kelly or Claire, when they spoke, but obviously his eyes kept wandering from the speaker’s eyes to Ingela’s lips.
Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Yvonne came breezing into the staff room and Ingela’s legs snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately, a clamshell.
Anyway they all had coffee and chatted together and he was trying to figure out how and when he was going to get into Ingela.
He sat there all through their coffee break looking for a way he could manage to shag her.
He had long since passed caring about his back log of work all he wanted to do now was get his balls wet.
It shouldn’t have been too much of a problem, with all the staff sickness, to sneak off to one of the many rooms in Yvonne’s house of pleasure.
And in the unlikely event that they drew a blank inside there were more places outside, in a garage or an out building, boiler rooms, pavilion, tool shed or even in the car park in his car or they could even park in the woods and shag in the car or just shag up against a tree.
The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.
He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
(Part 07)
Alan was sitting in the staff lounge running numerous sexual scenarios through his head, of him nailing Ingela’s hairless pussy.
The possibilities were endless as apparently was the coffee break.
He couldn’t wait until it was over as he was finding it difficult to interact fully, having never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.
At last his prayers were answered as Yvonne took a phone call and when she had finished she said
“Ok you two, you have a customer in the leather room”
“Excellent” Kelly said and took the dirty mugs to the sink “male or female?”
“Female, 30 something” Yvonne replied “First timer”
“What’s she in for?” Claire asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”
“All of the above” Yvonne said and added with a dirty grin “And you’ll be needing the strap-on’s”
“Oh goody” Kelly said
Kelly and Claire quickly strode out through the door followed by Ingela and Alan stepped forward to follow her so she would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.
However he was stopped in his tracks by Yvonne who wanted to have a chat.
“Are you ok?” Yvonne asked, “You seem a little distracted today”
“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” he lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night, there’s so much to do while we have so many people out sick”
“Yes I know it’s hard” she agreed “Just don’t try to do too much”
When he had finished talking to Yvonne he set off to find Ingela, or more precisely her pussy.
As he walked down the corridor he mulled over what Yvonne had said when she had noticed his distraction but he didn’t know whether or not she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”
Yvonne was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife in fact, however the combination of the illness that struck so many staff and the extra work she and everyone else were having to do could quite easily dull the blade.
He had no idea where Angela had gone, he was hoping she would be waiting in the corridor outside the staff lounge but she wasn’t.
Alan wasn’t too concerned she was so hot and horny she would soon find him to scratch her itch so he went to reception first.
He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.
“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
(Part 08)
He wandered down the corridor and as he approached his office he suddenly caught sight of Ingela Carrington sitting on his desk completely naked and fingering her hairless pussy.
The nagging semi he had been nursing for several hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Ingela’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.
Ingela wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into his office, nor did she stop what she was doing, nor was there any protest when he locked his office door.
“What’s going on here then?” he said and quickly undressed
She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.
He walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.
She was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock.
“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking him, between kisses
“A window opened up” he replied “and I can see that you have too”
“Shut up and fuck me boss” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.
He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt, but after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.
“I need your cock,” she moaned
So Alan let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked tight around his neck, he fucked her hard on the desk, which is what she wanted, what she had wanted all day, a good hard fucking.
“Oh that’s it,” she moaned
She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Oh boss, boss” she panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her, as a result he could only give her short measured strokes, one after another and then another until
“Ohhhhhhhhh” she exclaimed as she came and his climax instantly followed and then she kissed him
“God Alan I really needed that” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.
“Are you satisfied now?” he panted
“If I say no will you fuck me again?” she panted in reply
“Yes” he replied
“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Ingela said
“Then you’d better get your slutty arse upstairs into room 63”
He ordered her and she ran towards the door naked.
“I would suggest you put something on first” he counselled and she giggled
So she paused by the door and then picked up all her clothes and from her jacket pocket she pulled out her knickers.
“You won’t be needing those” he said “you’ve managed most of the day without them”
She didn’t speak as the two of them quickly dressed and as soon as she was finished she unlocked the door and rushed upstairs as instructed.
Alan followed her at a more dignified pace he knew there was no rush because he knew that when he joined her she would be lying naked on the bed and wetting her fingers.
Sunday, 5 March 2017
It’s A Fair Cop
They were stood in the old wooden bus shelter by the village green just after midnight in the depths of a passionate kiss.
Lynda Godfrey and Steve Smith had only met that evening at Cassie’s 18th birthday party.
Lyn and Cass had always lived in the village and had been friends since forever.
Steve on the other hand was the new boy in town and he and Lyn hit it off from the start.
"I have a confession to make," Lynda said a few minutes after Steve had un-cupped her breasts.
"What’s that?" he asked her without relinquishing his hold on her Charlie’s
"My dad's the village policeman" she said
“Really?” he asked
“Really” she confirmed
“Well it’s a fair cop” he said and gave her breast a squeeze and then laughed uncontrollably because he was copping a feel of the village Copper’s daughter.
"So you think they’re fair do you?” she said
“Yes” he replied “No, I don’t know”
Inexplicably, to Steve’s way of thinking, she put her breasts away and slapped at his hand as he tried to free them again.
“They are better than fair” she said sharply “by a long way”
“You’re absolutely right” he said grovelingly “They’re fabulous”
“Humph” she exclaimed and zipped up her coat
“Oh come on Lyn” Steve said “Don’t hide your lovely boobs away”
And he tried again to regain access to her goodies but Lynda sidestepped his lunge and snapped a pink fluffy handcuff on his wrist.
“Stephen Kenneth Smith I am arresting you for inappropriate laughter during a sexual act”
Steve’s reaction was to try and escape but Lynda’s dad had trained her in self-defense and restraint techniques and she applied the latter on his wrist and almost made him cry out in pain.
“Ok, ok” he begged “I surrender”
“Good boy” she said patronizingly
“Where are you taking me?” Steve asked
“To the police house of course” she replied
“Can’t we stay here instead?” he asked
“No we can’t” she replied
“Why?” he simpered
“Because my Dad’s on duty tonight, and I don’t want him to catch me doing what I want to do in a bus shelter” Lynda replied
“When I could be doing it at the police house in private”
This statement was accompanied by the arrival of her spare hand on his crotch.
“So are you going to come quietly sir?” she asked and kissed his cheek
“It depends on what you plan to do” he said hesitantly
“Well to begin with I’m going to handcuff you to the bed and blow your whistle”
“I can’t promise to be quiet” he confessed “but I won’t offer any resistance”
Lynda Godfrey and Steve Smith had only met that evening at Cassie’s 18th birthday party.
Lyn and Cass had always lived in the village and had been friends since forever.
Steve on the other hand was the new boy in town and he and Lyn hit it off from the start.
"I have a confession to make," Lynda said a few minutes after Steve had un-cupped her breasts.
"What’s that?" he asked her without relinquishing his hold on her Charlie’s
"My dad's the village policeman" she said
“Really?” he asked
“Really” she confirmed
“Well it’s a fair cop” he said and gave her breast a squeeze and then laughed uncontrollably because he was copping a feel of the village Copper’s daughter.
"So you think they’re fair do you?” she said
“Yes” he replied “No, I don’t know”
Inexplicably, to Steve’s way of thinking, she put her breasts away and slapped at his hand as he tried to free them again.
“They are better than fair” she said sharply “by a long way”
“You’re absolutely right” he said grovelingly “They’re fabulous”
“Humph” she exclaimed and zipped up her coat
“Oh come on Lyn” Steve said “Don’t hide your lovely boobs away”
And he tried again to regain access to her goodies but Lynda sidestepped his lunge and snapped a pink fluffy handcuff on his wrist.
“Stephen Kenneth Smith I am arresting you for inappropriate laughter during a sexual act”
Steve’s reaction was to try and escape but Lynda’s dad had trained her in self-defense and restraint techniques and she applied the latter on his wrist and almost made him cry out in pain.
“Ok, ok” he begged “I surrender”
“Good boy” she said patronizingly
“Where are you taking me?” Steve asked
“To the police house of course” she replied
“Can’t we stay here instead?” he asked
“No we can’t” she replied
“Why?” he simpered
“Because my Dad’s on duty tonight, and I don’t want him to catch me doing what I want to do in a bus shelter” Lynda replied
“When I could be doing it at the police house in private”
This statement was accompanied by the arrival of her spare hand on his crotch.
“So are you going to come quietly sir?” she asked and kissed his cheek
“It depends on what you plan to do” he said hesitantly
“Well to begin with I’m going to handcuff you to the bed and blow your whistle”
“I can’t promise to be quiet” he confessed “but I won’t offer any resistance”
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (18) Playing Dress Up Again
(Part 01)
Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.
Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.
She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.
So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.
She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.
What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.
Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.
As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fueled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open 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.
Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.
Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.
The Hotel was still a Spa and Massages were still on the menu but in the House of Fun they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime they were just much steamier.
But Lesley was completely unaware of any of that and when she pulled into the car park and there was nothing on the outside of the Hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full, which to her mind meant paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.
(Part 02)
Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.
She walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean.
And it was with salacious thoughts in her head that she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception.
She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.
But on that occasion she wasn’t really pleased to see her and that was because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken.
Reception was quite busy, with an assortment of guests and staff many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather.
Lesley was sitting on a leather sofa smiling as she watched the tableau around her and supposed they must be theatricals, such was her naivety.
When she spotted her Aunty the first thing she noticed was that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Hello Auntie” Lesley said as she rushed towards Yvonne.
“Lesley darling what a lovely surprise” she said as they hugged “what brings you here?”
“Well I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun.
“Oh” Yvonne said “Well let’s go into the office and we can talk”
“Ok” she replied “you have a very interesting clientele here, are they theatricals?”
“Something like that honey” Yvonne replied and smiled as she steered her towards the office.
Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.
(Part 03)
On the day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.
After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”
“The thing is…” Yvonne began
“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted
“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought
“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said
“Yes” Lesley responded
“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”
“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression
“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description
“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said
“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted
“Let me give you another example”
“Ok” Lesley said brightly
“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”
“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “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, you’re running a brothel”
“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.
“No it’s nothing like a brothel”
“So what then?”
“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?” Lesley asked innocently
“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed
“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked
“What?”
“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”
“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked
“No, not yet”
“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”
Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”
Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.
Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.
(Part 04)
Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Yvonne might have herself if she were Lesley’s age.
She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun.
Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl, Yvonne doubted very much she would know where to look when she got a look at her prize stallion in full arousal.
The stallion in question, Callum McDonnell, was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, who was a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man who also 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 fit, but it was much more likely because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.
But Callum was far too popular and valuable to be spared for escort duty.
Then she had a light bulb moment because there was another former employee from the Spa days who turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, and that was Aidan McCauley who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the 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 he was the perfect escort for Lesley.
Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.
It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.
“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.
Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.
She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss.
She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.
There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.
(Part 05)
Yvonne was in reception in conversation with the receptionist when she spotted Aidan walking in and she collared him before he went and got changed.
“Aidan” she said “Don’t get changed I have a special job for you this evening”
She took him into her office and explained that she wanted him to show her niece around the establishment.
“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”
A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.
It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.
So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.
“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”
“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.
Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.
“Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained
“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed
“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked
“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”
“Sure” he replied amiably
As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.
Aidan led her into a voyeur room adjoining the punishment room and when Lesley was seated he turned off the lights and opened the curtains to reveal the unsavoury scene of a fat middle aged man, naked apart from black fishnet stockings, chained to a wall while the girls vigorously beat him on the buttocks with riding crops.
“Oh my” Lesley exclaimed
“Are you shocked?” Aidan asked
“A little” she admitted
“I’m sorry” he said “Yvonne told me to show you everything”
“Don’t apologize” she replied “Aunty Yvonne is right I need to see everything”
Despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.
From there he took her to the riding rooms and into another voyeur room from where she witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock to her ladyship’s great satisfaction.
That was followed by a visit to the special play rooms.
(Part 06)
The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun 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” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.
There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.
Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.
After viewing several of the special play rooms together she said to Aidan
“Special seems such an inadequate word for what goes on in those rooms”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet” he replied
“Oh gosh, more” she exclaimed “I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”
“Oh ok then” he said “I’ll escort you back to your room”
“You don’t have to do that” she said pleased to hear him offer all the same
“But I’d like to” he insisted
“Oh ok then” she replied
“Thanks for showing me around Aidan” Lesley said
“It was a real eye opener”
“My pleasure” he said
“I think I saw quite a lot of pleasure this evening” she said and laughed
“Look it’s my day off tomorrow so I could show you the rest if you like” he suggested
“Yes that would be lovely” Lesley replied
She closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.
And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.
As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.
While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time
“She thought I was nice” he said to himself over and over as he trotted down the stairs and then he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.
(Part 07)
The next morning he walked into reception with a smile on his face but he only managed a couple of steps before Yvonne called to him.
“Hello Aidan, I thought it was your day off today”
“It is” he replied “But I offered to finish showing Lesley around”
“You mean she wasn’t put off?” she asked
“No not at all” he replied
“And she wants to see more?” Yvonne asked with more than a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Absolutely” Aidan said
“Good girl” she said proudly “So she wasn’t shocked or horrified”
“Shocked yes, but in a good way, but horrified, no”
“Fabulous” She cooed “So where will you start today?”
“The wet rooms I think” he replied
“Oh then she’s in for a real treat, Karen Cho is in the building”
“She’s a treat for everyone” Aidan said
“Thank you for looking after Lesley” Yvonne said “I do appreciate it”
“It’s my pleasure” he replied unguardedly
“Off you go then” she said
Yvonne had always liked Aidan he was a nice lad, which was why she thought he was perfect to show her lovely niece around.
But as he walked away she thought that two lovely people would be doing the nasty before the week was out and she smiled at the thought of it.
After leaving Yvonne, Aidan ran upstairs and knocked on her door but there was no answer so he waited for a moment and then knocked again.
Lesley woke up that morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.
She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes
“Sorry I overslept” she lied
“That’s ok”
They went to the Wet Rooms first and watch a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
After watching Karen almost orgasm’d to the point of unconsciousness Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms”
These were occupied by two main groups firstly the squirter’s who masturbated themselves to the point that they would squirt from their pussies.
When the House of Fun first got going the “squirters” weren’t restricted to the Messy Rooms but Yvonne got fed up of having to shampoo the carpets after their ejaculations so they were relegated downstairs.
The second group were the Golden Rain Brigade who liked men or women or sometimes both to piss on them.
The two main groups weren’t the only patrons of the
Messy Rooms but they were in the majority and were the messiest.
After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.
“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”
“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”
“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him
(Part 08)
After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.
It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.
But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.
After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.
She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.
Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.
Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.
The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.
Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”
And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.
Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.
After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek.
Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.
But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.
(Part 09)
In the days that followed her arrival at the House of Fun, Lesley, was put to work in the wardrobe room.
There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so 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 are wipe clean.
It was while she was working there that Lesley saw Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment, so she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.
As she worked in the wardrobe department she had access to whatever outfits she wanted and as a staff member she could use one of the Role Play rooms for her own enjoyment, as long as she reserved it, which she did after she had explored the play rooms and after she had decided what room she wanted to use and what game she wanted to play in it.
She discreetly checked the daybook to see who was working and when she found a big enough gap in Aidan’s schedule to suit her purpose she made her reservation and then left a message with Agnes on reception.
Aidan walked into reception with a smile on his face because he knew he had some time free so he was hoping to spend some of it with Lesley but he only managed a couple of steps before Agnes the receptionist called to him.
“Aidan! I’ve got a message for you”
He stopped in his tracks and turned towards the desk.
“Hi Agnes, what’s up?”
“Lesley said can you meet her in Play Room 56” she said “she needs some help with something”
“Did she say what with?” he asked
“No” Agnes replied
“Ok thanks, I’ll go up before I get changed”
He didn’t know what Lesley wanted help with in room 56 and he didn’t really care, he was just happy that he would have a chance to spend a little time with her.
He was so eager to get upstairs to see her he took the stairs two at a time but when he got to room 56 he found that the door was locked.
Aidan knocked firmly on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again equally hard and was just about to give up and go back to reception and check that Agnes had the given him the message correctly when the door opened, just a crack, and a pigtailed girl peered through the gap in the door at him and it took him a moment or two for him to realize that it was Lesley and it suddenly dawned on him what she wanted help with.
“Hello little girl” he said
Lesley had successfully set and baited the trap and caught her prey and got exactly what she had fantasised over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the rooms disappointed.
(Part 10)
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 was the surprise package of the transition, Aidan McCauley, who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the 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.
When he was in action in the S & M rooms, when the normally shy, kind, sweet, quiet and unassuming Aidan McCauley was transformed into his alter ego, and doing the thrashy thing, when he wasn’t shy then, but Lesley didn’t really fancy him when he was like that, so she didn’t go and watch him working, so while he was busy she had to entertain herself until he wasn’t so busy and then he made love to her.
And that could happen almost anywhere, they had used and abused many of the rooms.
For two years Lesley worked in the costume department at the House of Fun and she had access to whatever costume she wanted so they had used and abused many of those as well during their role play sex games.
Over the two years since the first time when he had her dressed as a schoolgirl, lust had turned to love but they never stopped lusting after each other.
Watching all the sex at the Hotel on a daily basis didn’t hurt, and even after two years it still really turned her on in a way she had never been aroused before she moved to Pangmere and it still prompted her to finger herself in the voyeur rooms on a regular basis.
But what she really loved was for Aidan to frig her, in fact she was almost always desperate for it, and he always made sure she got it.
Despite her insatiable appetite for his cock and his unfaltering willingness to give it to her, by the time they were into their third year together they still hadn’t exhausted the vast array of costumes at their disposal, although there were a number of firm favorites that they kept returning to.
But there were times in the calendar which made it difficult for them to get together as often or as long as they liked.
Such as Christmas, the saint’s days and of course Halloween and as a result of being put on half measures she was even hornier than ever.
Not wishing to deprive herself of her fair share she had to plan her time carefully because Aidan and his leather outfit were in great demand during the holidays, especially Halloween.
(Part 11)
Aidan was staying in one of the day rooms, as he often did when he was in great demand.
It was hard work when he was thrashing punters hour after hour but the financial gains made it all worthwhile.
But Yvonne always made sure he had an hour off after every 4 sessions, a fact that Lesley was very grateful for.
Aidan and Lesley had been up to her room for an early morning interlude and when they reached the bottom of the stairs, suitably refreshed by their coupling, and emerged into the main corridor they almost bumped into Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed for action.
“Hello you two” Aidan said and then did a double take before adding “Wow what are they?”
“Mormon Garments” Claire replied
The garments were actually sacred to Mormons and consisted of a white silk undershirt, with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, and matching white boxer brief-style shorts which ended just above the knee.
Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, who wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
In their stocking feet they were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.
Yvonne had a soft spot for the two girls and as the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them.
Claire and Kelly took pleasure from everything they turned their hand to and one of the bonuses, other than the fact they got horny a lot, was that they didn’t need to be nice to any of them in fact you could be rude to them, very rude, in fact in some cases the ruder the better.
But they liked the dominatrix role because they really enjoyed punishing men.
However not all the customers on the receiving end of a beating were men it was in fact not far off 50-50 so they got to play with some very pretty women as well.
“I like the look of those” Aidan said “the underwear obviously not the other… things”
The reason for his qualification was that they were both sporting large black strap-ons.
“We’ll have to chat later, we have a former member of the Catholic Sisters in need of some pleasuring” Kelly said and stroked her cock.
“Ok we’ll see you later” Aidan said and he and Lesley watched them padding away down the corridor in which ankle socks.
“You can put your tongue away now” Lesley said and punched him.
“My tongue is hanging out because I’m imagining you wearing the silk underwear” he said
“Good save” Lesley said and kissed him
(Part 12)
With it being Halloween the disciplinarians like Aidan were in great demand, but Yvonne always made sure all the staff had an hour off after every 4 sessions, a fact that Lesley was very grateful for, and planned to take full advantage of.
On Wednesday afternoon, it being Halloween, she made her preparations for the evening.
Like many parts of the House of Fun the Costume Department was decorated with skulls and other seasonal paraphernalia, and there was a lit Jack O’Lantern on almost every available surface.
She hurried up the stairs to the room Aidan was staying in and knocked on the door and when it opened Aidan was standing there in a Warlocks cloak which got her juices flowing immediately because she knew he would be naked beneath it.
“Trick or treat” an excited Lesley chimed, although she wasn’t excited in the way most Trick or Treaters are
“Trick or treat” She repeated
“Oh a Treat please” Aidan said
“That’s not how it works” Lesley said, “You get a trick if I don’t get the treat”
“Well I’m game if you are,” he retorted and she licked her lips, blushed and then stepped in to the room and Aidan closed the door behind her.
She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and she was smiling and biting her lip.
“Well come and get your treat then” he said and she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the dirty little witch kissed him and he took her firm young body in his arms.
Every time they made love he found her body was just as desirable as it was the day they made love for the first time, so he fumbled inside her cloak and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her magnificent plump tits and got them both in his hands.
Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose, then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her long striped socks and from her outer thighs he moved them up to her buttocks and squeezed the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Lesley slurped in his ear.
Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound.
Lesley stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
(Part 13)
Lesley stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
And there they stood, Lesley pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came hard.
“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her
“Fuck me with your wand” she replied and giggled so Aidan took her hand and led her from her place against the wall across the room but due to her low-slung drawers Lesley had to waddle, not unlike a slutty penguin until they reached the sofa.
He propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with his hands beneath the hem of her skirt, which he slid up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick pubic triangle was on display before his eyes and he buried his face in it.
He would have like to have given her the same thorough treatment she had come to expect from him but there was no time for that this time.
While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
He stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks one gorgeous cheek in each hand he lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.
Aidan leant her backwards and her legs came up and he pulled her black knickers off her over her boots.
As she lay balanced along the sofa back like a slutty gymnast on the balance beam with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to their mutual delight he penetrated her gorgeous tight pussy.
He looked down on her as he was doing her and her thick pubic patch and he thought, not for the first time, how beautifully hairy she was.
Aidan knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but he knew Leslie all too well and he also knew that it would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls that day.
Lesley knew how much he liked her tits and her large pink teats so she uncovered them and put them on display for him and then she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.
His hands slid forwards and fondled her tits and her small hands grasped handfuls of his cloak as he reached the short strokes and her moans became more frantic until her back arched and they both came in unison.
He was reluctant to withdraw from her because he knew there would be no second helping until much later that night.
They had a final kiss and cuddle by the door before he opened it and then she stepped out into the corridor.
“You’ve got cum on you cloak” he said
“I guess that’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” she replied and trotted off down the hall laughing.
At the end of his exhausting day he headed straight for Lesley’s room and her loving arms.
It was his day off the next day and he planned to spend as much of it as possible in Lesley.
But when he got to her room after his shift he found her wearing a frumpy dressing gown which rather dampened his ardor.
But then she began undoing her belt and said
“Look, I got you a present”
And when she had discarded her dressing gown she was wearing Mormon Garments.
“Wow” he said “That’s a great present, can I unwrap it now?”
Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.
Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.
She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.
So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.
She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.
What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.
Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.
As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fueled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open 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.
Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.
Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.
The Hotel was still a Spa and Massages were still on the menu but in the House of Fun they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime they were just much steamier.
But Lesley was completely unaware of any of that and when she pulled into the car park and there was nothing on the outside of the Hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full, which to her mind meant paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.
(Part 02)
Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.
She walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean.
And it was with salacious thoughts in her head that she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception.
She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.
But on that occasion she wasn’t really pleased to see her and that was because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken.
Reception was quite busy, with an assortment of guests and staff many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather.
Lesley was sitting on a leather sofa smiling as she watched the tableau around her and supposed they must be theatricals, such was her naivety.
When she spotted her Aunty the first thing she noticed was that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Hello Auntie” Lesley said as she rushed towards Yvonne.
“Lesley darling what a lovely surprise” she said as they hugged “what brings you here?”
“Well I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun.
“Oh” Yvonne said “Well let’s go into the office and we can talk”
“Ok” she replied “you have a very interesting clientele here, are they theatricals?”
“Something like that honey” Yvonne replied and smiled as she steered her towards the office.
Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.
(Part 03)
On the day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.
After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”
“The thing is…” Yvonne began
“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted
“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought
“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said
“Yes” Lesley responded
“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”
“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression
“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description
“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said
“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted
“Let me give you another example”
“Ok” Lesley said brightly
“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”
“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “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, you’re running a brothel”
“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.
“No it’s nothing like a brothel”
“So what then?”
“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?” Lesley asked innocently
“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed
“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked
“What?”
“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”
“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked
“No, not yet”
“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”
Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”
Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.
Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.
(Part 04)
Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Yvonne might have herself if she were Lesley’s age.
She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun.
Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl, Yvonne doubted very much she would know where to look when she got a look at her prize stallion in full arousal.
The stallion in question, Callum McDonnell, was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, who was a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man who also 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 fit, but it was much more likely because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.
But Callum was far too popular and valuable to be spared for escort duty.
Then she had a light bulb moment because there was another former employee from the Spa days who turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, and that was Aidan McCauley who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the 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 he was the perfect escort for Lesley.
Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.
It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.
“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.
Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.
She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss.
She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.
There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.
(Part 05)
Yvonne was in reception in conversation with the receptionist when she spotted Aidan walking in and she collared him before he went and got changed.
“Aidan” she said “Don’t get changed I have a special job for you this evening”
She took him into her office and explained that she wanted him to show her niece around the establishment.
“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”
A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.
It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.
So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.
“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”
“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.
Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.
“Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained
“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed
“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked
“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”
“Sure” he replied amiably
As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.
Aidan led her into a voyeur room adjoining the punishment room and when Lesley was seated he turned off the lights and opened the curtains to reveal the unsavoury scene of a fat middle aged man, naked apart from black fishnet stockings, chained to a wall while the girls vigorously beat him on the buttocks with riding crops.
“Oh my” Lesley exclaimed
“Are you shocked?” Aidan asked
“A little” she admitted
“I’m sorry” he said “Yvonne told me to show you everything”
“Don’t apologize” she replied “Aunty Yvonne is right I need to see everything”
Despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.
From there he took her to the riding rooms and into another voyeur room from where she witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock to her ladyship’s great satisfaction.
That was followed by a visit to the special play rooms.
(Part 06)
The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun 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” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.
There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.
Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.
After viewing several of the special play rooms together she said to Aidan
“Special seems such an inadequate word for what goes on in those rooms”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet” he replied
“Oh gosh, more” she exclaimed “I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”
“Oh ok then” he said “I’ll escort you back to your room”
“You don’t have to do that” she said pleased to hear him offer all the same
“But I’d like to” he insisted
“Oh ok then” she replied
“Thanks for showing me around Aidan” Lesley said
“It was a real eye opener”
“My pleasure” he said
“I think I saw quite a lot of pleasure this evening” she said and laughed
“Look it’s my day off tomorrow so I could show you the rest if you like” he suggested
“Yes that would be lovely” Lesley replied
She closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.
And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.
As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.
While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time
“She thought I was nice” he said to himself over and over as he trotted down the stairs and then he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.
(Part 07)
The next morning he walked into reception with a smile on his face but he only managed a couple of steps before Yvonne called to him.
“Hello Aidan, I thought it was your day off today”
“It is” he replied “But I offered to finish showing Lesley around”
“You mean she wasn’t put off?” she asked
“No not at all” he replied
“And she wants to see more?” Yvonne asked with more than a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Absolutely” Aidan said
“Good girl” she said proudly “So she wasn’t shocked or horrified”
“Shocked yes, but in a good way, but horrified, no”
“Fabulous” She cooed “So where will you start today?”
“The wet rooms I think” he replied
“Oh then she’s in for a real treat, Karen Cho is in the building”
“She’s a treat for everyone” Aidan said
“Thank you for looking after Lesley” Yvonne said “I do appreciate it”
“It’s my pleasure” he replied unguardedly
“Off you go then” she said
Yvonne had always liked Aidan he was a nice lad, which was why she thought he was perfect to show her lovely niece around.
But as he walked away she thought that two lovely people would be doing the nasty before the week was out and she smiled at the thought of it.
After leaving Yvonne, Aidan ran upstairs and knocked on her door but there was no answer so he waited for a moment and then knocked again.
Lesley woke up that morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.
She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes
“Sorry I overslept” she lied
“That’s ok”
They went to the Wet Rooms first and watch a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
After watching Karen almost orgasm’d to the point of unconsciousness Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms”
These were occupied by two main groups firstly the squirter’s who masturbated themselves to the point that they would squirt from their pussies.
When the House of Fun first got going the “squirters” weren’t restricted to the Messy Rooms but Yvonne got fed up of having to shampoo the carpets after their ejaculations so they were relegated downstairs.
The second group were the Golden Rain Brigade who liked men or women or sometimes both to piss on them.
The two main groups weren’t the only patrons of the
Messy Rooms but they were in the majority and were the messiest.
After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.
“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”
“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”
“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him
(Part 08)
After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.
It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.
But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.
After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.
She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.
Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.
Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.
The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.
Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”
And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.
Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.
After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek.
Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.
But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.
(Part 09)
In the days that followed her arrival at the House of Fun, Lesley, was put to work in the wardrobe room.
There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so 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 are wipe clean.
It was while she was working there that Lesley saw Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment, so she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.
As she worked in the wardrobe department she had access to whatever outfits she wanted and as a staff member she could use one of the Role Play rooms for her own enjoyment, as long as she reserved it, which she did after she had explored the play rooms and after she had decided what room she wanted to use and what game she wanted to play in it.
She discreetly checked the daybook to see who was working and when she found a big enough gap in Aidan’s schedule to suit her purpose she made her reservation and then left a message with Agnes on reception.
Aidan walked into reception with a smile on his face because he knew he had some time free so he was hoping to spend some of it with Lesley but he only managed a couple of steps before Agnes the receptionist called to him.
“Aidan! I’ve got a message for you”
He stopped in his tracks and turned towards the desk.
“Hi Agnes, what’s up?”
“Lesley said can you meet her in Play Room 56” she said “she needs some help with something”
“Did she say what with?” he asked
“No” Agnes replied
“Ok thanks, I’ll go up before I get changed”
He didn’t know what Lesley wanted help with in room 56 and he didn’t really care, he was just happy that he would have a chance to spend a little time with her.
He was so eager to get upstairs to see her he took the stairs two at a time but when he got to room 56 he found that the door was locked.
Aidan knocked firmly on the door but there was no reply, so he knocked again equally hard and was just about to give up and go back to reception and check that Agnes had the given him the message correctly when the door opened, just a crack, and a pigtailed girl peered through the gap in the door at him and it took him a moment or two for him to realize that it was Lesley and it suddenly dawned on him what she wanted help with.
“Hello little girl” he said
Lesley had successfully set and baited the trap and caught her prey and got exactly what she had fantasised over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the rooms disappointed.
(Part 10)
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 was the surprise package of the transition, Aidan McCauley, who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the 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.
When he was in action in the S & M rooms, when the normally shy, kind, sweet, quiet and unassuming Aidan McCauley was transformed into his alter ego, and doing the thrashy thing, when he wasn’t shy then, but Lesley didn’t really fancy him when he was like that, so she didn’t go and watch him working, so while he was busy she had to entertain herself until he wasn’t so busy and then he made love to her.
And that could happen almost anywhere, they had used and abused many of the rooms.
For two years Lesley worked in the costume department at the House of Fun and she had access to whatever costume she wanted so they had used and abused many of those as well during their role play sex games.
Over the two years since the first time when he had her dressed as a schoolgirl, lust had turned to love but they never stopped lusting after each other.
Watching all the sex at the Hotel on a daily basis didn’t hurt, and even after two years it still really turned her on in a way she had never been aroused before she moved to Pangmere and it still prompted her to finger herself in the voyeur rooms on a regular basis.
But what she really loved was for Aidan to frig her, in fact she was almost always desperate for it, and he always made sure she got it.
Despite her insatiable appetite for his cock and his unfaltering willingness to give it to her, by the time they were into their third year together they still hadn’t exhausted the vast array of costumes at their disposal, although there were a number of firm favorites that they kept returning to.
But there were times in the calendar which made it difficult for them to get together as often or as long as they liked.
Such as Christmas, the saint’s days and of course Halloween and as a result of being put on half measures she was even hornier than ever.
Not wishing to deprive herself of her fair share she had to plan her time carefully because Aidan and his leather outfit were in great demand during the holidays, especially Halloween.
(Part 11)
Aidan was staying in one of the day rooms, as he often did when he was in great demand.
It was hard work when he was thrashing punters hour after hour but the financial gains made it all worthwhile.
But Yvonne always made sure he had an hour off after every 4 sessions, a fact that Lesley was very grateful for.
Aidan and Lesley had been up to her room for an early morning interlude and when they reached the bottom of the stairs, suitably refreshed by their coupling, and emerged into the main corridor they almost bumped into Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed for action.
“Hello you two” Aidan said and then did a double take before adding “Wow what are they?”
“Mormon Garments” Claire replied
The garments were actually sacred to Mormons and consisted of a white silk undershirt, with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, and matching white boxer brief-style shorts which ended just above the knee.
Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, who wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
In their stocking feet they were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.
Yvonne had a soft spot for the two girls and as the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them.
Claire and Kelly took pleasure from everything they turned their hand to and one of the bonuses, other than the fact they got horny a lot, was that they didn’t need to be nice to any of them in fact you could be rude to them, very rude, in fact in some cases the ruder the better.
But they liked the dominatrix role because they really enjoyed punishing men.
However not all the customers on the receiving end of a beating were men it was in fact not far off 50-50 so they got to play with some very pretty women as well.
“I like the look of those” Aidan said “the underwear obviously not the other… things”
The reason for his qualification was that they were both sporting large black strap-ons.
“We’ll have to chat later, we have a former member of the Catholic Sisters in need of some pleasuring” Kelly said and stroked her cock.
“Ok we’ll see you later” Aidan said and he and Lesley watched them padding away down the corridor in which ankle socks.
“You can put your tongue away now” Lesley said and punched him.
“My tongue is hanging out because I’m imagining you wearing the silk underwear” he said
“Good save” Lesley said and kissed him
(Part 12)
With it being Halloween the disciplinarians like Aidan were in great demand, but Yvonne always made sure all the staff had an hour off after every 4 sessions, a fact that Lesley was very grateful for, and planned to take full advantage of.
On Wednesday afternoon, it being Halloween, she made her preparations for the evening.
Like many parts of the House of Fun the Costume Department was decorated with skulls and other seasonal paraphernalia, and there was a lit Jack O’Lantern on almost every available surface.
She hurried up the stairs to the room Aidan was staying in and knocked on the door and when it opened Aidan was standing there in a Warlocks cloak which got her juices flowing immediately because she knew he would be naked beneath it.
“Trick or treat” an excited Lesley chimed, although she wasn’t excited in the way most Trick or Treaters are
“Trick or treat” She repeated
“Oh a Treat please” Aidan said
“That’s not how it works” Lesley said, “You get a trick if I don’t get the treat”
“Well I’m game if you are,” he retorted and she licked her lips, blushed and then stepped in to the room and Aidan closed the door behind her.
She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and she was smiling and biting her lip.
“Well come and get your treat then” he said and she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the dirty little witch kissed him and he took her firm young body in his arms.
Every time they made love he found her body was just as desirable as it was the day they made love for the first time, so he fumbled inside her cloak and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her magnificent plump tits and got them both in his hands.
Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose, then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her long striped socks and from her outer thighs he moved them up to her buttocks and squeezed the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Lesley slurped in his ear.
Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound.
Lesley stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
(Part 13)
Lesley stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.
And there they stood, Lesley pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came hard.
“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her
“Fuck me with your wand” she replied and giggled so Aidan took her hand and led her from her place against the wall across the room but due to her low-slung drawers Lesley had to waddle, not unlike a slutty penguin until they reached the sofa.
He propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with his hands beneath the hem of her skirt, which he slid up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick pubic triangle was on display before his eyes and he buried his face in it.
He would have like to have given her the same thorough treatment she had come to expect from him but there was no time for that this time.
While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
He stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks one gorgeous cheek in each hand he lifted her up so her pert arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.
Aidan leant her backwards and her legs came up and he pulled her black knickers off her over her boots.
As she lay balanced along the sofa back like a slutty gymnast on the balance beam with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to their mutual delight he penetrated her gorgeous tight pussy.
He looked down on her as he was doing her and her thick pubic patch and he thought, not for the first time, how beautifully hairy she was.
Aidan knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but he knew Leslie all too well and he also knew that it would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls that day.
Lesley knew how much he liked her tits and her large pink teats so she uncovered them and put them on display for him and then she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.
His hands slid forwards and fondled her tits and her small hands grasped handfuls of his cloak as he reached the short strokes and her moans became more frantic until her back arched and they both came in unison.
He was reluctant to withdraw from her because he knew there would be no second helping until much later that night.
They had a final kiss and cuddle by the door before he opened it and then she stepped out into the corridor.
“You’ve got cum on you cloak” he said
“I guess that’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” she replied and trotted off down the hall laughing.
At the end of his exhausting day he headed straight for Lesley’s room and her loving arms.
It was his day off the next day and he planned to spend as much of it as possible in Lesley.
But when he got to her room after his shift he found her wearing a frumpy dressing gown which rather dampened his ardor.
But then she began undoing her belt and said
“Look, I got you a present”
And when she had discarded her dressing gown she was wearing Mormon Garments.
“Wow” he said “That’s a great present, can I unwrap it now?”
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