Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (24) The Mismanagement Couple

(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 many occasions Alan was summoned, or perhaps lured would be more appropriate, to one of the Hotel rooms by Ingela for a satisfying fuck.
However it was not a one way relationship and it took very little encouragement for him to get inside her knickers and he was not averse to setting a trap for Ingela.
They were kindred spirits with insatiable sexual appetites which only the other one seemed to be able to satisfy.
Not they hadn’t tried other candidates to slake their lusty thirsts, they had and many of them, but they were constants in each other’s sexual lives.
She could always get him to drop his trousers at a drop of a hat and he could get her knickers wet in seconds.

(Part 03)

Yvonne Makin had called a staff meeting which was to take place in the main conference room, so bright and early one morning he opened his office door to make his way there and found on the other side of it was the familiar face of his Head of Housekeeping and fuck buddy Ingela Carrington.
“Hello boss” Ingela said
“Hello” he replied suspiciously, normally when she arrived at his door wanting a seeing to.
“Do I need to ask why you’re here?”
“Well I’m a bit horny” she replied
“You’re always horny” he retorted
“Not like today” she whimpered
“Well we can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said “We’ve got the staff meeting to attend”
“I know 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 with a smile “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
“You like anybody’s as long as it’s hard” he retorted
“Oh please” she begged
“Oh ok” he said “But it’ll have to be a quickie”
“Alright, you can do me over the desk” she said amiably
“No let’s do it in your office for a change” he said
“Ok” she agreed, so the location was settled for their impromptu fuck, so they made their way to her office, unfortunately Lily, The assistant head of housekeeping, was already using it.
In fact she was cleaning it, she was OCD when it came to hygiene and was always cleaning something, and on that day she chose to clean Ingela’s office.
So a hasty change of venue was in order so they settled on the staff lounge, which was empty, so they decided on a quickie on the kitchen counter, this was made all the more exciting because they could be discovered at any moment.
Ingela was exceedingly horny and due to several attempts to satisfy herself there was no need for foreplay she was red hot and ready to go.

Alan did her on the counter without finesse and quickly fucked her to a satisfactory conclusion for them both, so when he lifted the knickerless Ingela off the counter it was very satisfying to see the surface looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over on it.
After that there was just enough time left for her to go freshen up down below with a damp cloth and don her knickers, which had been in her pocket and get to the conference room in time for the meeting.

The meeting took an hour and was to announce that there was to be a big party on New Year’s Eve and staff were invited although there would have to be a lottery as some people would be required to work.
But of course some chose to work because there would be good money to be made.

(Part 04)

When the staff meeting was over everyone went back to their places of work but in Alan and Ingela’s case they went to the staff lounge and when they walked in there Lily was making a sandwich on the spunky counter, where he had fucked her earlier, the poor girl would have had night terrors if she knew what they’d done there less than two hours earlier and he got a stirring in his trousers when he thought about what they did, just remembering the sex with Ingela turned him on so he took her by the arm and dragged her into one of the downstairs rooms and fucked her again.

A week later the result of the lottery was announced and Ingela was one of the lucky ones who got to attend the party, Alan however had to work.
What Yvonne did do however was to make provision for the staff, who wanted to, to stay at the Hotel.

One weekend a week or so before Christmas Alan went into Purplemere to do a bit of shopping which was when he bumped into Ingela coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello” she said and kissed him and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on you if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe then?” he asked
Unmoved by his entreaty she shook her head, but they both knew that she wanted him to see them and so he wouldn’t be disappointed.
“You still have a pair of mine” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my desk drawer”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Ingela said
“That’s an idea,” he agreed “I could hang them in the staff lounge”
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“It’s a shame that you don’t wear knickers more often and then I’d have a nice collection” he said
“You are a real deviant, and are clearly not a gentleman” she said with faux affront and then added “have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Good you can pay” she said and they went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains and he ordered the drinks as Ingela sat in the corner.

When he joined he at the table Ingela said
“Tongues will be wagging if anyone see’s us having coffee together” she said and he roared with laughter
“What’s so funny?” she asked
“Do you really imagine that no one knows that we’ve been ringing each other’s bells?” he replied
“You mean they already know?” she asked with horror
“Of course they already know” he replied “We are neither particularly discreet about disappearing off together and in your case you are not very quiet when you cum”
“Oh God” she exclaimed “How embarrassing”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed” he said “unless you’re ashamed for people to know that you’re having sex with me”
“No it’s not that” she said
“Or perhaps you’re afraid that you other beau’s will be jealous” he added
“There aren’t any” she said quietly
“There aren’t any what?”
“Others” she confessed
“I haven’t slept with anyone else for months now”
“Nor have I”

(Part 05)

“There aren’t any what?” he asked
“Others” she confessed
“I haven’t slept with anyone else for months now”
“Nor have I” Alan said
There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence until he said
“Why did you stop?”
“I didn’t have the stamina” she said with a giggle and he laughed too and with the mood sufficiently lightened they chatted freely about this and that until inevitably the conversation got around to the big party and when they had exhausted that topic Alan repeated his question
“Why did you stop?”
There was silence for a few moments and she went very red in the face but he just looked at her and she knew she would have to answer.
“Because I discovered something”
“And what was that?” Alan asked
“They weren’t you” Ingela snapped and reddened again and then after a moment of two she continued
“When I was alone and I knew you were with someone else” She admitted “I felt a bit jealous”
“Jealous?” he said surprised
“I know it’s silly” she said “And I had no right to, but I did”
“Why?” he asked
“I don’t know really,” she said with a shake of the head “I’m a contented woman and what I have with you is a bonus with no strings attached”
“But there is love too” Alan said
“You feel that too?” Ingela asked
“Oh yes” he replied and Ingela sighed and looked down at her lap.
They sat there in silence for several minutes until he broke the silence
“Come on time to go”
“Oh ok” Ingela replied unhappily
“Cheer up we’re going for lunch” Alan said
“Oh ok” she said more brightly

Alan’s car was parked in the multistory across the road from the Coffee House, so they crossed the road and went up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked as she guided her up the stairs
“Somewhere exclusive” he replied enigmatically
“Have you eaten there before?”
“Oh yes many times” Alan replied
“Will I like it?” she asked as they got in the car
“Oh yes you will love the house specialty”
They drove for about 20 minutes in a comfortable silence through the middle of Purplemere and out the other side through the suburbs and into a modern housing development.
Alan made a series of left and right turns and then turned onto the drive of number thirty three and parked.
He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
He took hold of her hand and said
“The House Specialty awaits madam”
“You bought me all this way just for sex?” she snapped and pulled her hand away.
“No” he corrected her crouching down beside her “I bought you all this way so we could make love”
“What?” she gasped
“I have bought you here, to my house, to my bed, to make love to you” he reiterated and held her hand again
“Oh ok” she replied meekly
“Come with me then” he said and stood up still holding her hand
“Come with me” he repeated as he pulled her to her feet.

(Part 06)

Holding her hand Alan walked her to the front door and unlocked it and lead her inside and kissed her
“Come to bed” he said
“Are you sure?” she asked quietly and sat down on the stairs
“There’s no going back”
“I’m sure” he said
“But we can’t put the genie back in the bottle” she said as she looked up at him
“I don’t want to” he said
“Now come to bed” he repeated as he pulled her to her feet
“But…” she began
“Shhh I want to take you to bed now”
“Ok,” she whispered burying her face in his chest.
“Come on then,” he said “upstairs”
He led her by the hand all the way upstairs and into his bedroom where he slowly and deliberately undressed her and when he had divested her of all of her weekend clothes he stood with her blue lace knickers in her hand as she slipped quietly under the covers.
He dropped her pants and Ingela peered at him over the top of the duvet as he undressed.
Although her eyes were fixed on his cock right up to the moment he joined her beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her.
“Make love to me” she whispered
“Ok Hon” Alan responded and kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.
While his hand was occupied on her ample cheek Ingela’s hand went straight to his cock.
Alan rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the week winter daylight and admired the body he had enjoyed so many times before.
Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there invitingly.
His instinct was to imbibe on them roughly as was the norm during their session but that would not have been in keeping with the moment so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently and Ingela emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval, so he sucked on it some more.
Alan reluctantly left her erect swollen nipple wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her silky smooth mound, his hand dallied briefly and she murmured softly and then she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
He continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
Still looking down on her he saw she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his fingering of her creamy quim.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention and he knew from past experience she was on the brink of climax by the way she was franticly tugging on his cock.
So he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

(Part 07)

Alan looked down on Ingela as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and she opened her eyes, looked up at him and smiled.
He leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and carefully positioned himself between her thighs.
He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her and Ingela sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
All the time he was caressing her beautiful breast and he withdrew and entered again and again, he would normally just have pounded her pussy until orgasm, but he told Ingela they would be making love and not just having sex.
She began to writhe beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again.
Alan had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would, he had to suppress his animal urges, as he wanted this time to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at him as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and then she cried out
“Oh yesss”
He looked her contorted face and then he kissed her hot panting mouth and when their lips parted she asked
“Have we let the genie out of the bottle?”
“Yes, honey” he replied and then he kissed her again before he withdrew and climbed off of her and as he pulled out she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh before she cuddled up to him.
“And there’s no way to put it back in again?” she asked with her head on his chest.
“Absolutely not” he replied
“Good” she sighed and then after a moment she added
“But we can still have dirty sex whenever we want?”
“Oh God yes” he replied and she giggled

After a brief dreamy sleep they went down stairs and ate the lunch that he had promised her.
The conversation was sparse and as they were eating, they were both mentally assessing the effects and possible consequences of what they had done.
Ingela had only gone into Purplemere in order to buy some new undies and stockings for the New Year’s Eve party.
Whereas Alan didn’t really have a pressing reason to be in town that day, he could have done his bit of shopping at any time.
Neither of them expected when they got up that morning that they would end up in Alan’s house and bed.
Not that it was unusual for the pair of them to end up in bed together, in fact it would have been more unusual it they didn’t.
But they weren’t there as fuck buddies, things had progressed and when they had finished eating and drained their cups they both made a mental note that they rather liked the new development.
They sat at the table and smiled at each other without speaking for a few moments he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back up the stairs to his bed to see what else developed.

(Part 08)

On Sunday Evening Alan dropped Ingela at the multi-story in Purplemere so she could pick up her car and after a long and passionate kiss he watched her walk to her car.
Ingela was a 26 years old divorcee, 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 and he thought how lucky he was and then he watched her drive away.

Ingela watched him in her rear view mirror until the very last moment, she thought he was gorgeous, 28 years old, tall dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and would have got any woman’s motor running.

Ingela smiled as she drove home, she had only gone into Purplemere in order to buy some new undies and stockings for the New Year’s Eve party and she was going home the day after with a carrier back of expensive lingerie and Alan’s heart.
She hadn’t expected that, when she got up on Saturday morning any more than she had expected him to take her to his house and his bed.
Not that it was unusual for the pair of them to end up in bed together in fact it would have been more of a rarity if they hadn’t.
But when they had shared a bed prior to that weekend it was as fuck buddies, however things had progressed beyond fucking, their lust had developed into love.

Alan thought it had been an interesting weekend, he didn’t really have a pressing reason to be in town that day, he could have done his bit of shopping at any time, he hadn’t made a shopping list, buy shaving foam, go to bank, fall in love with a beautiful girl.
But fall in love he had, or at least accepted the reality of what he had felt before.
It was not something he had done before, Alan Wade had a reputation as a lothario, a man with a roving eye and wandering hands as well as a propensity to think with his dick and not with his heart.

In fact the heart had not been the dominant organ in either of their lives and because love was foreign territory for them both and as a result neither of them were prepared to take it at face value, so it had to be tested.
They spoke at length on Sunday afternoon and came to a decision and that was why when they exchanged their passionate kiss at the multi-storey car park before they parted, it was to be the last physical contact between them until the turn of the year which was just over two weeks away.
He wasn’t allowed to grope her tits or squeeze her arse, he couldn’t finger her to climax of nosh on her shaven pussy and Ingela couldn’t suck his cock or sit on his face.
Nor was there to be any penetration of any sort and nor was there to be any kissing or cuddling.
But not only were they not allowed to touch each other they had to abstain from sex entirely the only thing they were permitted to do was masturbate.

(Part 09)

For two weeks Ingela and Alan masturbated their frustration away as the year ticked away towards the New Year.
Ingela was always wetting her own fingers even when cock was still on the menu but Alan hadn’t spanked his monkey as much since he was 15 which was before he lost his cherry.
But despite that he was pleased with how he was doing, he had been tested more than once when he was propositioned and could easily have wet his balls, but he remained strong.

When he finally reached New Year’s Eve his feelings towards her hadn’t changed but he found himself wondering if hers had.
Because he hadn’t seen her at all the day before and he imagined she was avoiding him, that feeling grew come New Year’s Eve itself as he still hadn’t seen her or heard from her, especially as he had left her several messages which she had failed to return.
He decided in his own mind that she had either had a change of heart or more likely she had fallen off the wagon and shagged someone and therefore couldn’t face him.

Alan spent most of the day sulking in his office and as the day moved seamlessly from afternoon into evening he looked at the clock and hoped that he might see her soon as the party was due to start in about ten minutes, then he began to doubt that she would even come to see him as she appeared to be avoiding him.

Like many of the staff Ingela had taken up the offer of a room for the night of the party and she had been hiding away in it for most of the day.
She was so nervous about the outcome of their two weeks cooling off period that she felt nauseous and after two weeks of abstinence she was as horny as all hell and was masturbating herself like a nun on heat.

She had been avoiding Alan for the best part of two days for a number of reasons.
Partly because her feelings hadn’t changed towards him and partly because seeing him would just make her wetter but equally she was worried that his feelings had softened and she didn’t want to see any close quarters evidence of that.
So she hid away in the room feeling sick and wanking for England.

Ingela had washed the lust off her body in the shower and sat at the dressing table completely naked while she attended to her hair and makeup and when she was preened, perfumed and powdered she began to dress.

She was standing in front of the mirror wearing matching black silk underwear, black tights on her lovely long legs, high heeled shoes and a worried expression.
Finally she slipped on the dress, gathered up her accessories and her ensemble was complete.

Ingela gave one more glance in the mirror and after muttering a little prayer to herself she walked over to the door, took a deep breath and left the room.

(Part 10)

Alan was not one of the lucky ones attending the party but he didn’t mind that, he wasn’t in the mood for a noisy crowded affair, he was interested in a much more intimate party.
He kept watching through his office door, hoping to see her but was disappointed, so he went to the door and stepped out into the hall just at the precise moment she appeared.
Ingela was immaculately dressed in a full length black halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” he said as she approached, “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she responded “but I’m scared”
“You shouldn’t be” he reassured her “the men will trip over their tongues when they see you”
“That’s not why I’m scared” she snapped and he took that to mean that she did still feel the same way that he did and he suddenly felt ten feet tall.
“You don’t need to be scared about that either” he said
“So come on gorgeous I’ll escort you to the ball”
She took his arm, why was the most physical contact they had shared for a fortnight, and as they walked down the corridor she turned to him and asked with panic in her voice
“Doesn’t that mean what I think it means?”
She immediately looked down at the ground and he stopped and placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up until he could look into her eyes.
“You’re going to have a lovely time” he said to her softly “And I will see you later”
“I’m still worried” she replied forlornly

They continued walking and as they got closer to the door
Yvonne Makin appeared, beautifully turned out.
“Hello you two” Yvonne said cheerfully
“Hello Yvonne” Ingela said glumly as she stepped into the ball room.
“Have a great time Ingela” he called after her but she didn’t reply and Yvonne gave him a look
“Crisis of confidence” he whispered
“Oh I see,” she said sagely “Tonight’s the night isn’t it”
“How on earth did you know that?” he asked
“Well I am the madam of the House of Fun” she replied “And as you know only too well there are only loose lips or sticky lips at the House of Fun”
They both laughed and then he wished her a nice evening and returned to his office.
Once inside he made himself a coffee and turned his attention to the work on his desk.
The next time he looked at his clock it was just after ten o’clock, so he decided to call it a night and went upstairs to his room.

He arrived at his suite and after filling the kettle he headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
He resisted the temptation to knock one out as he had in the shower for the two weeks previous because he was hoping to have a better use for his erect cock, either later that night or the next day.
When he had finished in the shower he dried himself off and then shaved, cleaned his teeth and applied his cologne, everywhere.

(Part 11)

The shower was wonderful and he felt refreshed and invigorated so he threw on his toweling robe and went to the kettle and made a coffee, and with steaming coffee in hand he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

He glanced at the clock and saw it was only 11 o’clock and thought he had plenty of time to get ready so he decided he had time to have a second cup of coffee but a moment later there was a knock on his door.
So he checked the clock again before he got up and walked to the door and when he opened the door a rather tipsy Ingela almost fell through it.
“Hello Alan” she said with a flourish.
“You had a nice time then” he said as he helped her into the room.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the center of the room.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was.
So much for the crisis of confidence, little miss insecure was nowhere to be seen.
“So did you like it then?” he asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“I did,” she said smiling “I was very popular”
“And you liked that?” he asked
“Of course” she said coyly
“I had to beat them away with a stick” she said as he sat down next to her.
“So if you had so many admirers what are you doing here then, an hour before Big Ben?”
“Because it wasn’t fair to keep torturing those poor men” she said and giggled
“So you withdrew to spare their feelings” he said
“Yes it would have been cruel to tantalize them with my gorgeousness right up until midnight only to dash their hopes”
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at him
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before him.
“Quite gorgeous” he conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in Purplemere the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” Alan said as he slowly moved his right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Ingela murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
“I think these are gorgeous” he said as her breast rose and fell in his hand with her breathing and as he caressed the heaving mound he felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.
He was just about to employ his left hand to fondle her other breast when Ingela lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter and with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.

(Part 12)

With his free hand he tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent silk clad breasts were on show and then in a moment he unfastened her bra and her globes were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.
His eager hands grasped greedily at them and kneaded them like warm dough and her bottom squirmed discernibly as his fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until they stood as stiff as his little finger.
Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as his right hand returned to her belly and joined his other hand in pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stockinged legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees.
When the hem was in reach he placed his hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.
The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of his hand, as did the licking of her lips.
It excited him very much looking down on her as he played with her body like a musical instrument.
He slowly stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.
Until, just at the point when she thought he would stop short again, his fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as his digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she had wanted him to scratch for every second of the previous two weeks.
Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable and then as he rubbed her pussy through two layers of material Ingela suddenly sat bolt upright
“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”
And then she reached up and kissed him, she was a great kisser.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature, dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
Ingela scored highly on every criterion for Alan.
As she kissed him, she pulled herself up so she was seated on his lap, this allowed his hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants,
Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed and fidgeted on the sofa but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely and his hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the wet silk of her panties.

(Part 13)

Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed and fidgeted on the sofa but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely and his hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the wet silk of her panties.
It paused momentarily with her mount beneath his palm and the back of his hand pressed against expensive silk, which was wet from her juice.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face as his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.
In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came hard and she was again on the move.
This time she scrambled up so she was straddling him and he managed to get his hand out of her knickers just in time otherwise she might have broken his wrist.
She was kissing him almost absentmindedly as she struggled desperately to undo the belt on his robe.
He had both hands up her skirt at that point and quickly tugged both knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with his belt and moved onto his pants.
She had now stopped kissing him and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
So along with her great arse he took matters into his own hands and he rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then he knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on his pants.
Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as he stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on his erection she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
But he knelt down on the floor and as he began kissing her thigh he said
“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”
“Do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”
Alan stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her
“Oh there’s a later is there?” he asked
“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied
“So does that mean that you have made a decision about us?” he asked “For sure?”
“For sure” she said so he decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her proud teats and then he kissed her as she grasped his cock firmly and guided him between her moist lips.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in his face again as he penetrated her.
He couldn’t recall at that precise moment the exact number of times he’d parted her lips but he knew that he wouldn’t forget Ingela’s warm welcoming wetness for a long time because it was a the first time as a proper couple.
She dug her heels into the sofa and gripped his buttocks hard, digging her nails into his flesh as she repeatedly pulled him into her hot cunny.

(Part 14)

Alan rested his weight on one arm as he fondled her breast with his free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged him to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts they both came in noisy unison.
As they lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with him still inside her, Ingela said
“So do I get to stay for later’s?”
“I’ll think about it” he replied
“You’ll think about it?” she retorted
“Yes I have to decide if you’ve qualified” Alan said
“It’s a points system, I have to tot them up”
“Well if I don’t qualify” she said grabbing his ear and twisting it “you won’t ever get to enjoy my deliciousness”
“Ok you’re in” he replied
“Good answer” Ingela said “now you get to keep your cock”

So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink he took Ingela off to bed and she let him enjoy her deliciousness and she took him to paradise.

On the following morning after an extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter, he woke about midmorning to find Ingela under the duvet performing toe curling fellatio on him.
Under the circumstances there was only one thing he could do which was to join her under the covers and return the favour.
The result of this mutually generous act was that they didn’t get up until lunchtime.

She was lying in bed drinking her coffee and Alan switched on the TV just as the announcer said
“It’s now time for the one o’clock news”
“What was that?” She asked with panic in her voice and a look on her face like a startled rabbit.
“It’s the one o’clock news” he replied
“My God” Ingela said “you didn’t tell me it’s the afternoon”
“Well only just” he said and went into the bathroom to take a piss and when he came out of the bathroom he found Ingela pacing around the room in her black silk knickers and her faux fur shrug and Alan never wanted her more than at that moment.
“What am I going to do?” she said panic stricken
“Well don’t panic for a start” he suggested
“What was I thinking” she ranted and picked up her evening dress and threw it on the bed.
“How can I go to work in that?”
“Calm down” he said
“Calm down? Calm down? It’s alright for you” she shouted and she continued pacing,
“You’re not working today”
“Nor are you” he said but she continued her rant and then when the penny dropped
“What?”
“You’re not working today” he said
“Yes I am” she snapped “I did the Rota myself”
“I know” he said “And then you gave it to me”
“Yes I remember” she said impatiently
“And I changed it” Alan said
“You bastard” she exclaimed “I’ve been ranting and raving for twenty minutes and all the time you knew I wasn’t late for work”
“That’s about the size of it” he said
“Why did you do that?” she said aghast
“Why do you think?” he asked “So we could spend another night together”
“Oh” she said and smiled at him and then ran into his arms
“So if you’re happy now perhaps you can get those silk knickers off and get back into bed”

(Part 15)

Late on New Year’s Day afternoon Alan was woken by his mobile.
“Hello” he said sleepily
“Oh ok I’ll go and check, thanks Agnes”
“Who was that?” Ingela asked as she cuddled up to him
“It was Agnes” he replied “You were supposed to vacate the room at 3 o’clock”
“Oh shit” she exclaimed and jumped out of bed.
“I forgot all about that, it’s all your fault”
“How is it my fault” he asked innocently
“You distracted me with your cock” she replied as she pulled her knickers and tights on before looking aimlessly around the room to find something to complete her ensemble.
“Here wear this” he said and threw one of his shirts to her
She hurriedly put it on and viewed herself in the mirror and sighed
“Brilliant, two day old knickers, laddered tights and a man’s shirt
“I feel like a scarlet woman” she said
“So do I” he replied
“You’re sex mad” she said without humour
“Really? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black” he retorted but she wasn’t really listening
“Oh God how can I walk to the other side of the Hotel looking like this?” she said and sat down heavily on the bed
“You look gorgeous” Alan offered encouragingly
“New Year’s Eve I looked gorgeous” she corrected him “on New Year’s Eve I looked like a lady, but now I look like a Trollope, but God alone knows what other people will think I look like”
“They’ll thin….” He began
“A tart, a slut or a slapper” she snapped “That’s what they’ll think”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset, this is after all Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun, everyone is having sex” he said “And it’s not as if you’ve never done the walk of shame from my bed before”
“THAT WAS DIFFERENT” she shouted and started to cry “I’m in a relationship now”
Alan sat down next to her and put his arm around her and let her sob on his shoulder and after a few minutes he said
“Why don’t I go to the room and get your stuff and bring it back here”
“No you can’t do that” she exclaimed with alarm
“Why not?” he asked
“Because there are private things in my room that only I should see” she replied pompously
What she was revering to, were the array of sex toys she had secreted about the room which she had been using to pleasure herself on New Year’s Eve while she got ready for the party and every tool and utensil had been well used on her pussy.
Plus there were numerous pair of soiled pants scattered on the bed,
“Ok then” he said “We need to think of something else”
And a few minutes later as Ingela’s sobs began to subside he had a “eureka” moment.
“I’ve got it” he said and jumped up and headed for the door “Its brilliant”
He left the suite and returned about five minutes later pushing a housekeeping laundry trolley.
“That is brilliant” she said and giggled “but I’m Head of Housekeeping, I should have thought of that”
“Stop beating yourself up and get in” he instructed

(Part 16)

Ingela sat in the laundry trolley completely covered by a bedsheet, apart from her fingers which were gripping the edge of the trolley and the top of her head, as she peered over the edge, she looked like a chad.
“Ok duck down and hide” he said and once he was sure Ingela was safely hidden he pulled her towards the door, and once he had checked that the coast was clear he pulled her out into the corridor.
Although their rooms were on the same floor Ingela’s was at the far end, but fortunately there was no one about.
“Quiet” he whispered to her “we’re just approaching the trashy neighborhood.
“Bloody cheek” she retorted
“We can’t all stay in the posh rooms”
“Not even I get to stay in the Nob’s Wing as often as I’d like” he said
“I haven’t been getting nob as often as I’d like” Ingela replied
“Ingela Carrington!!” he said shocked “I thought you said you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
“Fare comment” he replied “But I seem to remember you getting quite a lot of nob recently”
“Shut up and push the trolley” she said and giggled

“We have arrived your ladyship” he announced when they got to Ingela’s room “and your reputation is unblemished, well relatively”
“I’ll blemish you in a minute, you cheeky git” she muttered from her hiding place as he parked the trolley and then he fished in his pocket for his master keycard and opened the door.
A moment later he pushed her carriage into the room.
“We made it” Ingela yelled from beneath the bedsheets.

He helped her from her transport and she gave him a huge hug
“Thank you” she said and kissed him “Thank you”
“I didn’t realize it was that important to you” he said
“It was very important” she said “it’s a new beginning”
“A new beginning for a new year” he said
“Exactly, and a new me” Ingela said proudly “Now wait here while I pick up my knickers and stuff”
“Stuff?” he asked inquisitively “What kind of stuff?”
“Never you mind what kind of stuff” she shouted as she retrieve a dildo from the bedside cabinet and a vibrator from beneath the pillow.
Once she had recovered all her playthings and her soiled lingerie and stashed them in the bottom of her bag, she called
“Ok, you can come in now”

Alan sat on the sofa and watched her packing her bag still wearing two day old knickers, laddered tights and his shirt, he particularly liked the shirt on her, or more precisely her large unfettered tits jiggling about beneath it.
But then with a final trip to the bathroom to retrieve her shampoo and such like she stuffed them in the bag and announced
“Ok I’m done”
“Aren’t you going to change?” he asked
“No” she replied coyly “It was exciting”
“How exciting?” he asked
“You’ll find out when we get back to the room” she replied without looking at him
“Ok then” he said and dropped her bag in the trolley “In you get with the other baggage”

(Part 17)

They met more people on the return journey but none of them were staff, but some of them were regulars and he had to stop briefly to exchange pleasantries with them.
Because of the intercourse along the way the trip took three times as long on the return leg.
But he reached the room and pushed the trolley inside so it was safe from prying eyes.
“Was that exciting enough for you?” he asked as she emerged from beneath the bedsheets and he helped her out.
“Very” she replied then she took the bag from the trolley and said.
“Make a drink while I have a pee”
“Ok” he replied and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
Then he went out to return the trolley to where he got it from she was still in the bathroom when he returned from his mission and he was sat on a chair drinking his coffee when Ingela finally emerged from the bathroom about 15 minutes after she entered, he thought it must have been one hell of a piss.
When he looked up he realized what had taken the time, she had changed out of her two day old knickers, laddered tights and the shirt she had borrowed from Alan.
Ingela was standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly
It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.
“I really like the new you” he said as he looked her up and down.
“And I’m very partial to a scarlet woman”
Ingela was a very sexy girl even when she wasn’t playing the strumpet.
She had a classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her cami-knickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her black stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.
His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package
“Very partial” he added
“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost her a week’s wages.
“Because I’m a fallen woman”
“Well I do like a fallen woman” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re gorgeous”
“Good answer” Ingela said as she stood in front of me.
“So you can have the prize now”
Then she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.
“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses
“Yes but you don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile and Alan knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool red silk of her camisole, they caressed gently around her breast and lightly brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him again with urgency.

(Part 18)

Ingela was standing in front of Alan wearing matching red silk underwear, a camisole merely hinting at its formidable contents and cami-knickers simultaneously flattering and tempting, and black stockings of the highest quality to perfectly match her legs, and designer high heeled shoes and she was kissing him with urgency.
After gentle teasing her, his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat and Ingela pressed up against him so close that a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.
His hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the chair.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.
Beginning at her knee he began to stroke her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky as the red silk knickers at the top of her thigh.
They stopped kissing and Ingela rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her silken thigh and onward up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying inside her silk cami-knickers caressing her silky lips.
He could feel Ingela’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud and sensual
“Woarrr”
As he marveled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting and these erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.
Her arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear.
He grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Ingela wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free of his pants.
However he wasn’t planning on a route march, he only needed to maneuver the horny scarlet woman about three paces or so.
Alan steered, shuffled, danced and guided her left, right, sideways and backwards until they reached the writing desk and there he deposited Ingela’s plump red silk clad arse on the desk in between the Television and the telephone.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the polished desktop she released her vice like grip from around his neck and she looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.

(Part 19)

After having steered, shuffled, danced and guided her left, right, sideways and backwards until they reached the writing desk he deposited Ingela’s plump red silk clad arse on the desk in between the Television and the telephone.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the polished desktop she released her vice like grip from around his neck and she looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen cock from the confines of his clothing.
When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his erect cock tightly in her small hand.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, and she wouldn’t have complained if he had, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted, she had already hinted at what she had in mind.
Alan put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him and he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her red silk cami-knickers and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her pussy, so when he inched forward her hand guided him in to her.
“Woarrr” she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.
She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.
Ingela released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him.
She was panting and puffing like a steam engine going up a gradient as he thrust into her juicy minge again and again.
Alan was in no hurry to finish her as he wanted to savour every moment of the experience, even though he was not a stranger to her body, and it certainly wasn’t to be the last time that he that he got enjoy her, but he wanted to make love to her like it was the first and the last time.
But all things must come to an end and Ingela was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed against the mirror he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out deliciously in orgasm and he followed her seconds later with a satisfying grunt and Ingela squirmed and sighed smugly.
“That was lovely, and a little dirty” she said and chuckled lustily “I’m so glad we let the genie out of the bottle”
“So am I” he concurred and she sat up wrapped herself around him.

The Assistant Hotel Manager and the Head of Housekeeping had successfully made the transition from lust to love but at work Ingela still got horny at the drop of a hat and they would still sneak off and exercise their lust at every opportunity the only difference after New Year’s Eve was that they were a horny couple instead of a pair of slutty singles.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (23) Popped in the Quad

(Part 01)

Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.
Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.
She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.
So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.
She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.
What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.

Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.

As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fueled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.

Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.
She liked sex though, a lot, she just hadn’t had as much of it as she would have liked, and although she didn’t know it at the time, that was going to change very soon, and once she stepped through the front doors she would never have a pure thought ever again.

Lesley was completely unaware that the Spa and transformed into the House of Fun or that the saunas and massages were now a lot steamier and there was certainly no evidence of that 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 paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.

(Part 02)

Lesley’s Aunty Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.
She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

Yvonne walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean and her head was still full of salacious thoughts.

When she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception she had mixed feelings she was pleased to see her because she loved her very much but seeing her also filled her with dread because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken and that was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

The first thing Lesley noticed when she spotted her Aunty was that she wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised her but she didn’t know at that time that she was also sans knickers.

When they left the madness of Reception with the busy assortment of guests and staff, many of them dressed in costumes, a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather, and leaving them in their wake they repaired to Yvonne’s office.
“I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun, little did she know.
But she was naïve as she assumed that the tableau she had viewed in reception and supposed they must be theatricals.

However on that day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here”

(Part 03)

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”
“The thing is…” Yvonne began
“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted
“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought
“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said
“Yes” Lesley responded
“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”
“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression
“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description
“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said
“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted
“Let me give you another example”
“Ok” Lesley said brightly
“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”
“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”
Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop
“Oh” she said “I understand now, you’re running a brothel”
“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.
“No it’s nothing like a brothel”
“So what then?”
“We merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said
“Peculiarities?”
“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said
“And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing?” Lesley asked innocently
“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed
“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked
“What?”
“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”
“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked
“No, not yet”
“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”
Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.
Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.
Yvonne might have done the same herself if she were Lesley’s age.

Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl,
She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun, she just had to decide who.
Although whoever Yvonne chose might well find they had no one to escort because while she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked at sordid truth about the Spa and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs as soon as was humanly possible.
In fact to use Yvonne’s phrase Lesley’s planned to run like hell.

(Part 04)

While trying to think of a suitable escort Yvonne had a light bulb moment, Aidan McCauley the quiet and unassuming former odd job man at the Hotel from the Spa days.
He had turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, a man who as his former self would never have said boo to a goose.
But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.
But out of uniform he was the perfect escort for Lesley.

Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.
It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.
“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.
Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.

She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss, although to be honest it was him that was reluctant.

She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.
She’d gone there for a job and thought waitressing or a chamber maid but working in a brothel she was going be mopping up semen all day long.

There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.

A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.
It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.
So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.
“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”
“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.
Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.
“Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained
“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed
“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked
“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”
“Sure” he replied amiably

(Part 05)

Yvonne assigned Aidan McCauley to be Lesley’s guide and escort to show her niece around the establishment and she said.
“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”

As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.
Aidan led her into the first of voyeur room and despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.
Next they witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock and straight after that they viewed several of the special play rooms together after which she exclaimed.
“Oh gosh, I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”

After Aidan had escorted her back to her room she closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.
And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.
As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.

While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time as he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.

Lesley woke up the next morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.
She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes
“Sorry I overslept” she lied
“That’s ok”

They went to the Wet Rooms first and watched a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack until she orgasm’ d almost to the point of unconsciousness and then Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms” to see the squirters and the Golden Rain Brigade.
After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.
“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”
“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”
“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him

(Part 06)

After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.
It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.
But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.
After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.
She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.
Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.
Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.

The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.
Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”
And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.
Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.

After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek.
Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.
But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.

(Part 07)

The pattern was set for Lesley, Aidan would show her some salacious activity which would get her very wet, then she would excuse herself and find somewhere to masturbate.

Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.

The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.
There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.
Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.
And patrons liked to dress up and in the days that followed Aidan guided tours Lesley was put to work in the wardrobe room.
There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight, which cost a fortune, but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which was highly inflated, which more than covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

It was while she was working there that she discovered there was a shop attached to the costume department, that sold, underwear, hosiery, but apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure and aids to her increased need to masturbate.

Lesley also noticed one day, Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment that she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.

So Lesley put her plan into action and successfully set and baited a trap and caught her prey in Room 56 and got exactly what she had fantasized over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the room disappointed.

(Part 08)

Aidan had been trying to grab ten minutes with Lesley all day without success.
Lesley was in charge of the Costume Department but she also had help, a full timer, Agnes Andreoli, and on an adhoc basis Emily Riley, and it was the latter to whom Aidan turned to for help and He caught up with her in reception.
“Hi Emily” he said
“Hello Aidan” came the reply
“I’m glad I ran into you, I desperately need a favour” Aidan said
“Oh yes” she said suspiciously
“I desperately need to talk to Lesley for ten minutes” he explained
“Well I can fill in for her for an hour” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added
“I know what you two are like”
“You are an absolute star” He said and kissed her forehead

Everywhere was very busy so he opened the door and led her out into the quadrangle.
The quad was a small rectangular courtyard, surrounded on all sides by parts of the Hotel.
It was open-air and sparsely populated with planters, statuary and benches and in the corners there were a number of well-established shrubs.
He closed the door and took her by the hand and they sat on a bench and he looked earnestly at her.
“Lesley, I want to ask you something” he said
“No you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped
“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”
“That’s very disappointing to hear, but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her
“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Lesley asked “You’ve lured me out here for something sexual”
“Lesley Makin, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he snapped
“What?” Lesley exclaimed
“I said will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he repeated
“Ok” she said meekly
“Yvonne Makin, will you marry me?” he asked
“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.
Aidan fished in his pocket and tucked right in the corner he found a cheap little ring he bought from a vendor at the Christmas Market that they went to in Purplemere the weekend before while Lesley was taking a pee.
It was only a cheap piece of yellow metal but he gave it to her
“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your proper ring together”
“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him
But it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude.
This was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think I need to get you back to the Hotel,” he said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.
He broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

(Part 09)

“But…” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock fully in her mouth.
“I really think we should …” he began
But in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Lesley” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, they were in the quadrangle after all and although it was an underused space and the rooms whose windows looked out over the quad where being used for much more salacious activities than they were about to indulge in, he thought they would have to trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
While he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her so he could take her undiscovered.
The new decisively dirty Lesley took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him behind the shrubbery.
Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the wall with her arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the weak sunlight.
With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
He got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until I could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his knob.
With no time for finesse he just groped inside her cardigan and uncupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft.
Once he had her breasts in his hands he moved backwards slightly and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.
“Nice” Lesley said as he slipped into her.
As he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Lesley barely had enough breath left to scream when she came and all he could manage was a low grunt as he shot his load.
He quickly redressed while a panting Lesley stood hugging the wall and after he finished he slapped Lesley’s quivering buttock white in the weak sunlight.
“Does this mean were engaged now” he asked
“We had better be” she replied looking over her shoulder.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (22) Banking Memories

(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