(Part 01)
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.
When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.
(Part 02)
On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.
And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.
Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.
(Part 03)
As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.
After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”
“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.
(Part 04)
That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning.
Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.
She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.
Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.
Yvonne was a small dark haired woman just the wrong side of fifty who had maintained her figure well and she was walking along the corridors of the House of Fun daydreaming about the approaching evening and the planned liaison in her quarters with the young man who had become the love of her life, Paul Russell.
He was twenty six years younger than Yvonne,
He wasn’t a tall man, though much taller than she was, and stockily built, Paul was not what you would call good looking but he did have a friendly open face and dark brown hair.
He was also possessed of great stamina which he needed just to keep pace with Yvonne and she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He had become a regular at the Spa and since he gave her a birthday treat for her 52nd birthday was regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t had him for over a week as he had to attend a family funeral in Ireland, so she was a bit horny.
Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the House of Fun sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the years and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, particularly while Paul had been away.
But he was back and that evening he would bang her all ways up and it was thoughts of that delicious event which filled her head as she walked in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
(Part 05)
Yvonne enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she approached room 37 she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly double teaming a twenty something from Mornington.
She opened the door with her master key card and let herself into Paul’s room.
Paul Russell and his sister Polly returned from Ireland and after a detour to Sharpington to drop her off he drove straight to Pangmere with only one thing on his mind and a noteworthy erection in his pants.
When he got to the Spa he was a couple of hours later than he had expected to be and went to reception to check in and then went straight up to his room.
He swiped his card and nothing happened so he kept trying for a few minutes, also to no avail and was about to return to reception when the door suddenly opened and Yvonne was standing in the doorway already in her nightclothes and she gave him a smile and opened the door wide.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said
“I had to drop Poppy off in Sharpington” he responded while he watched her nipples erecting through her silk nightie in the cooler air of the hall.
She noticed him looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said
“I thought I might have to attend to myself”
“Oh that sounds nice can I watch?” he replied
“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door.
She closed the door behind him and slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.
“Where would you like me gorgeous boy?” she asked
“Bed I think” he answered
“A good choice” she said and giggled
“Anywhere would have been a good choice Yvonne” he told her
“Shut up and get on the bed” she ordered
He followed Yvonne as she walked towards the bed and his eyes were fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they taunted him through the silk of her nightgown
“So if you had needed to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”
He asked
“I can’t tell you that,” she said coyly giving him a quick glance over her shoulder.
“I think you can” he insisted
“I can’t” she reaffirmed as they reached the bed he took hold of her and turned her towards him and kissed her
“Please” he asked,
She stood staring at his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of embarrassment only great pride.
(Part 06)
Yvonne stood staring at his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of embarrassment only great pride.
“On my birthday, when you looked after me when I got drunk, and you sobered me up and you took me from behind on the sofa” she said quietly
“Yes you did enjoy that day didn’t you?” he said proudly and Yvonne nodded
“When I think of that night I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at his chest.
“And what else?” he asked
“After we made love you said I had a lovely shape and I said
“I’m not as firm and toned as the girls downstairs”” she said
“But I said “I’m only interested in your body”” Paul said
“Yes” she gasped and pulled him towards her
“What else?” he asked
“The next morning making love in your bed with Polly in the next room”
“And?” he persisted as they stood by the bed
“In my office, on my desk, and again in the chair” she replied as she began to undress him, “and later on the rug by the fire”
Paul’s shirt and trousers were discarded, and then he asked
“Is that all?”
“In the voyeur room” she barked as she yanked his pants down “While we watched Claire and Kelly”
“And the day after, in the play room” and one sock had gone
“And the day after that, in the sauna” and the other sock was removed.
“Is there anything in your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?” he asked
“No” she said and kissed his helmet before standing up again
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked
“I want you to put something else in the bank for me” she replied and slipped her fingers around his cock and kissed him.
“And how would madam like her deposit?” he asked
“Surprise me,” she answered tightening her grip on his shaft and kissing him again.
Paul’s hands were fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum while she tugged on him.
He released the handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie and dragged it upwards.
Yvonne released her hold on him and he pulled her nightgown off over her head then he lifted her up so she was standing on the bed.
Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her great globes surmounted by pink aroused nipples which she wafted about his lips, tempting and teasing him until she allowed him to engulf a great pink teat and sucked hard on it.
After a minute or so she pushed his head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nipple and then unceremoniously latched him on to the other.
After giving the appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.
Pandora bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.
As he moved toward her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
(Part 07)
After giving the appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.
Pandora bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.
As he moved toward her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Having prevented her escape he could then slowly crawl up her mature body, kissing her belly as he crawled, then her tits, sucking both teats, before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in a passionate duel his throbbing cock homed in on her moist crack like a missile.
Paul entered her pussy all the way, and as he pushed his cock into her welcoming wetness, breath exhaled from her mouth.
Yvonne’s thighs gripped him tightly and her noisy responses to his strokes urged him on and Paul pounded on her more, the pace increasing steadily, faster and faster.
Her nails were in his back as they moaned and grunted in unison. They sped on, quickening the pace and shortening the stroke until the couple reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in complete and utter ecstasy.
They lay locked in that embrace, a single, sweating, panting beast for several minutes until he rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Eventually he looked at her and asked
“Will that make it to the bank?”
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
In the early hours of Sunday morning Paul was violently shaken awake.
“I have to go,” Yvonne said, she normally slipped away discretely so as not to be seen leaving a guests room.
“What? When?” he said
“In about two hours” she replied as she laced her fingers around his shaft.
“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear, and then in a trice Yvonne was above him and she was rubbing her sticky lips against his helmet provocatively before she slowly slid down on him.
And then like a whirlwind she pumped her hot pussy on him again and again thrashing about like a whirling dervish, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust, and each one was followed by a grunt
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
One after another as she satisfied herself on his rod, all he could do was grab hold of her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
And then her pumping action quickened, the thrust and the grunt happening simultaneously.
“Huh”
“Huh”
“Huh”
Until she came in a rousing crescendo
“HUH”
And his pulsing cock shot into her hot cunny and then Yvonne, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and let out a low sigh of contentment
“Mmmmm”
“Another one for the bank?” he asked
“Ohhh yes” she said smugly
Thursday, 9 March 2017
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (21) A Special Day
(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.
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.
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.
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