It was a special occasion at the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, Celia the birthday girl was twenty one, a blushing young beauty beneath soft curls.
It was universally believed that she was a most beautiful creature with such a sweet and delightful nature with a radiant smile that lit up her face.
But during the meal all Daniel could do was to look at her breasts to his complete and utter disgrace and he thought that she would not smile at him so sweetly if she knew that he wanted her so utterly.
This beautiful young woman so demurely dressed, how he yearned to see her divested of her clothes.
If she could read his lustful mind she would find there such filthy thoughts of debasement.
As he looked at her he pondered if her nature was as innocent as it seemed or if she was as dirty as she was in his sordid dreams.
If she knew the one he dreamed of her the previous night, when she succumbed without a fight and he kissed and caressed the breast he cupped and how he went on to greedily sup of her sweet nectar, that would have put a blush upon her cheek.
And even more so if she knew how the dream progressed, when like beasts they met in full bloodied naked congress and he left her sullied and disgraced, but it was only a dream.
The pretty young thing with sumptuous figure, how he would like to consume her in his vigour but the pretty young girl, half his age will never ever release his passion from its cage.
Wednesday, 7 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (141) Bath Night
(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
But at other times life conspired to keep them apart, Illness, work commitments, family events and on one occasion it was chicken pox and Antonia’s children both had them.
Paul Galasso had never had the virus she he had to stay away but when the children were given the all clear he still couldn’t get close to her because her aunt had pitched up and stayed for two weeks.
He knew from an earlier overheard conversation in the post office that the aunt had finally gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the children were in the house he left it until well after their bedtime.
He wasn’t expecting any action, it had just been so long since he’d been able to see her and hold her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.
He took his usual route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the church, then he took the path that crossed the golf course from where he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and he could see that the downstairs lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he could see Antonia was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale stirring down below, then he tapped on the window.
She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door
“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.
“I wanted to see you” he responded when she came up for air and they kissed again
“God I’ve missed you” she said and hugged him tightly
“Me too”
“We can’t do anything though” Antonia said “The children are here”
“That’s ok” he replied “I just came for a hug”
“Good because I’m going to have a bath and go to bed” she said
“Oooh that sounds nice can I join you?”
“For which?” she asked
“Both” he replied hopefully
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sound nice”
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to”
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“Ok then but no funny business”
“I promise”
(Part 02)
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sound nice”
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to”
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“Ok then but no funny business”
“I promise”
As they lay stretched out in the bath together, Antonia was lying back against his chest, she had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and looked down at her breasts which were under the water but her erect nipples kept breaking the surface.
It was a very relaxing bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to share it with her but he was enjoying it a little too much.
“You can stop that right away” she said suddenly
“Stop what?” he asked
“I can feel your “thing” poking me”
“My thing?” he said indignantly “You don’t call it a thing when it’s poking in you”
“That’s different” she said and hugged his arm
“But we can’t be doing that tonight”
And then she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.
“I know, but it’s a real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.
She got out the bath first and then he followed and began drying each other
“Now I’m all clean, you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him.
He had been sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs but he dropped her towel and slipped his hand between her legs and fingered her crack and he couldn’t believe that she was creamily wet already
“We could do it if we’re quiet” she purred
They sat on the edge of the bed kissing and Antonia’s hand was on his cock.
“We must be quiet” she whispered softly and turned away to crawl onto the bed and he grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he plunged in between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like that babe” she rasped and buried her face in the bedclothes.
Plunging his stiff shaft between her eager lips brought muffled moans from beneath the covers.
He reached up and for her wondrous ripe fruits hanging free and he greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia’s head appeared briefly from its hiding place and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and then she continued to emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations so she buried her head again as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction but the duvet absorbed her scream and then they collapsed breathless on the bed.
“That was lovely” she purred and kissed him “I love funny business”
“Me too” he agreed
“Stay the night with me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.
Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened.
But at other times life conspired to keep them apart, Illness, work commitments, family events and on one occasion it was chicken pox and Antonia’s children both had them.
Paul Galasso had never had the virus she he had to stay away but when the children were given the all clear he still couldn’t get close to her because her aunt had pitched up and stayed for two weeks.
He knew from an earlier overheard conversation in the post office that the aunt had finally gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the children were in the house he left it until well after their bedtime.
He wasn’t expecting any action, it had just been so long since he’d been able to see her and hold her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.
He took his usual route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the church, then he took the path that crossed the golf course from where he traversed the course until he reached the back of Antonia’s house and he could see that the downstairs lights were still on.
Paul kept to the shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he could see Antonia was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale stirring down below, then he tapped on the window.
She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door
“What are you doing here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.
“I wanted to see you” he responded when she came up for air and they kissed again
“God I’ve missed you” she said and hugged him tightly
“Me too”
“We can’t do anything though” Antonia said “The children are here”
“That’s ok” he replied “I just came for a hug”
“Good because I’m going to have a bath and go to bed” she said
“Oooh that sounds nice can I join you?”
“For which?” she asked
“Both” he replied hopefully
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sound nice”
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to”
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“Ok then but no funny business”
“I promise”
(Part 02)
“I thought you only came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath sound nice”
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to”
“Well it would be nice” she mused
“Ok then but no funny business”
“I promise”
As they lay stretched out in the bath together, Antonia was lying back against his chest, she had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and looked down at her breasts which were under the water but her erect nipples kept breaking the surface.
It was a very relaxing bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to share it with her but he was enjoying it a little too much.
“You can stop that right away” she said suddenly
“Stop what?” he asked
“I can feel your “thing” poking me”
“My thing?” he said indignantly “You don’t call it a thing when it’s poking in you”
“That’s different” she said and hugged his arm
“But we can’t be doing that tonight”
And then she stood up and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.
“I know, but it’s a real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.
She got out the bath first and then he followed and began drying each other
“Now I’m all clean, you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him.
He had been sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs but he dropped her towel and slipped his hand between her legs and fingered her crack and he couldn’t believe that she was creamily wet already
“We could do it if we’re quiet” she purred
They sat on the edge of the bed kissing and Antonia’s hand was on his cock.
“We must be quiet” she whispered softly and turned away to crawl onto the bed and he grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he plunged in between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like that babe” she rasped and buried her face in the bedclothes.
Plunging his stiff shaft between her eager lips brought muffled moans from beneath the covers.
He reached up and for her wondrous ripe fruits hanging free and he greedily groped and squeezed them while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia’s head appeared briefly from its hiding place and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and then she continued to emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations so she buried her head again as he drove on until she went rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction but the duvet absorbed her scream and then they collapsed breathless on the bed.
“That was lovely” she purred and kissed him “I love funny business”
“Me too” he agreed
“Stay the night with me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.
Tuesday, 6 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (140) The Christmas Adventure
(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back in Sharpinghead in December on one of the big Santa’s Grotto weekends at Maxlins holiday camp where they planned making nerve tingling dirty Christmas memories.
The grotto was decorated with red and gold velvet drapes, adorned with tinsel and coloured lights, with a huge throne in the furthest corner surrounded by Christmas parcels and leading to the throne was a snow covered path and on one side of it was a festive tableau of snowmen and reindeer and on the other side Santa’s sleigh was parked.
And when they first saw it they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
(Part 02)
When they first saw the grotto they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
“Both” she replied with a giggle
“Both it is then for my dirty little Christmas Trollope”
“Adventurous dirty little Christmas Trollope, if you don’t mind” she said
So on Saturday night they sneaked past security and made their way into the grotto.
“Come on Sara, the costumes are through there” Gary said and led the way.
Sara rummaged through a rail of costumes and after a few minutes she appeared holding a Santa suit.
“This one will do for you” she said “put it on and I’ll be back in a minute”
But when she returned she was dressed as an Elf, which consisted of a fitted tunic, in green with gold buttons, deep red tights, red and white striped knee socks and pixie boots with turned up toes and Sara’s hair was tied up and hidden under a red hat and to all intents and purposes she looked like a boy, but Santa was nowhere to be seen.
However she had a good idea where he might be and headed towards the grotto.
“There’s one more customer for Santa” She said and sat on Santa’s knee.
“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list little girl” Santa said.
“I’m on the nice and naughty list” Sara said and giggled
“I don’t think I have any presents left” he said
“Oh please Santa I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.
“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said as his hand explored up beneath her tunic and was surprised to find the crotch of her tights were already damp.
Sara tried to kiss him but the beard got in the way so she concentrated on his crotch.
“I think Santa has a present for you” he said
“Oh goody” Sara said excitedly “where is it?”
“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa as she vigorously stroked his cock.
While the Elf handle Santa’s cock, Santa was fingering the Elf through her tights until he poked a hole through the fabric and then he poked her.
After the hot and heavy petting they stood up and he bent Sara the Elf over Santa’s throne and yanked her red tights off her arse enough to expose her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket under which he was naked and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.
“Do you like your present?” he asked
“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”
She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled
“Oh my god” and Santa emptied his sack
“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her
“Now pull your pants up” Gary said and slapped her cheek which wobbled deliciously “Someone’s coming”
“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her hairy chuff away
“We need to hide” he suggested
“Ok” she said and they hid behind the velvet drapes until the security guard had gone, by which time Sara was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little Christmas Trollope, so Sara had her hand on Gary’s Cock again.
Then Gary let the slutty little Elf ride Santa to their mutual satisfaction in his sleigh.
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back in Sharpinghead in December on one of the big Santa’s Grotto weekends at Maxlins holiday camp where they planned making nerve tingling dirty Christmas memories.
The grotto was decorated with red and gold velvet drapes, adorned with tinsel and coloured lights, with a huge throne in the furthest corner surrounded by Christmas parcels and leading to the throne was a snow covered path and on one side of it was a festive tableau of snowmen and reindeer and on the other side Santa’s sleigh was parked.
And when they first saw it they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
(Part 02)
When they first saw the grotto they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
“Both” she replied with a giggle
“Both it is then for my dirty little Christmas Trollope”
“Adventurous dirty little Christmas Trollope, if you don’t mind” she said
So on Saturday night they sneaked past security and made their way into the grotto.
“Come on Sara, the costumes are through there” Gary said and led the way.
Sara rummaged through a rail of costumes and after a few minutes she appeared holding a Santa suit.
“This one will do for you” she said “put it on and I’ll be back in a minute”
But when she returned she was dressed as an Elf, which consisted of a fitted tunic, in green with gold buttons, deep red tights, red and white striped knee socks and pixie boots with turned up toes and Sara’s hair was tied up and hidden under a red hat and to all intents and purposes she looked like a boy, but Santa was nowhere to be seen.
However she had a good idea where he might be and headed towards the grotto.
“There’s one more customer for Santa” She said and sat on Santa’s knee.
“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list little girl” Santa said.
“I’m on the nice and naughty list” Sara said and giggled
“I don’t think I have any presents left” he said
“Oh please Santa I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.
“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said as his hand explored up beneath her tunic and was surprised to find the crotch of her tights were already damp.
Sara tried to kiss him but the beard got in the way so she concentrated on his crotch.
“I think Santa has a present for you” he said
“Oh goody” Sara said excitedly “where is it?”
“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa as she vigorously stroked his cock.
While the Elf handle Santa’s cock, Santa was fingering the Elf through her tights until he poked a hole through the fabric and then he poked her.
After the hot and heavy petting they stood up and he bent Sara the Elf over Santa’s throne and yanked her red tights off her arse enough to expose her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket under which he was naked and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.
“Do you like your present?” he asked
“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”
She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled
“Oh my god” and Santa emptied his sack
“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her
“Now pull your pants up” Gary said and slapped her cheek which wobbled deliciously “Someone’s coming”
“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her hairy chuff away
“We need to hide” he suggested
“Ok” she said and they hid behind the velvet drapes until the security guard had gone, by which time Sara was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little Christmas Trollope, so Sara had her hand on Gary’s Cock again.
Then Gary let the slutty little Elf ride Santa to their mutual satisfaction in his sleigh.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (139) On the Finchbottom Express
On the Finchbottom Express there was a girl who sat down seductively in his compartment diagonally across the aisle from him, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs and the first seed of his awakening arousal, germinated, as he gave her the benefit of his silent appraisal.
She was very pretty, a prettiness not diminished by the fact she was very aware of the fact.
The stranger adjusted her posture under his intense gaze and she positively preened when she realized he was admiring her legs which she crossed and re-crossed slowly and deliberately so he could marvel at them further until her maneuvering exposed a tantalising hint of stocking top and an absence of underwear and with each successive mile of tracks the train travelled his arousal grew like a blooming flower.
And as the sun streamed into the carriage it illuminated her, the dark pink nipples standing proud, showed through the white shimmering silk of her blouse and the flower of arousal had blossomed.
And as the train ate up the miles of track racing headlong their passion raced on with it until they both arrived shuddering and juddering in the climax of journeys end.
She was very pretty, a prettiness not diminished by the fact she was very aware of the fact.
The stranger adjusted her posture under his intense gaze and she positively preened when she realized he was admiring her legs which she crossed and re-crossed slowly and deliberately so he could marvel at them further until her maneuvering exposed a tantalising hint of stocking top and an absence of underwear and with each successive mile of tracks the train travelled his arousal grew like a blooming flower.
And as the sun streamed into the carriage it illuminated her, the dark pink nipples standing proud, showed through the white shimmering silk of her blouse and the flower of arousal had blossomed.
And as the train ate up the miles of track racing headlong their passion raced on with it until they both arrived shuddering and juddering in the climax of journeys end.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (138) Carry on Screaming
(Part 01)
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
(Part 02)
Once Blaire Parrott was promoted into the assistant manager’s position, it in turn created a vacancy for Head of Housekeeping and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven year old Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.
She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.
When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
Blaire and Denise were called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from one of the premium rooms.
As they reached the door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.
So Blaire began knocking urgently on the door and got no response so she knocked again and again got no answer so she knocked a third time and almost immediately the door opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.
“Is everything alright madam?” Blaire asked
“Oh God yes” the woman answered, a little wobbly on her feet.
“Somebody reported hearing screaming coming from your room” she pointed out
“Yes sorry, that was me” the woman said coyly
“We were…”
“And I um … you know…. Rather loudly”
Blaire’s suspicions were confirmed and the sweaty woman blushed.
“Ah I see” Blaire said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the noise down”
“We will, I will” the woman said and closed the door
“What was that all about?” Denise asked
“The lucky cow was cumming” Blaire replied jealously
“Bitch” Denise retorted
After they left the lucky guest Denise went off and found satisfaction of her own and Blaire spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract herself with mundane paperwork but it merely delayed the inevitable when she started fingering herself under the desk.
(Part 03)
After they left the lucky guest Denise went off and found satisfaction of her own and Blaire spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract herself with mundane paperwork but it merely delayed the inevitable when she started fingering herself under the desk.
But even flicking herself off failed to completely extinguish the fire in her knickers.
So in the end she was forced to pick up the phone and call her fuck buddy Gary Playford.
“Yes” he replied
“It’s Blaire, something urgent has come up”
“Ok I’ll come down”
“No its ok I’ll come to you” she replied
Before she left the office she removed her bra without the necessity of removing her top and then slipped off her tights and knickers and stuffed them in her desk draw she then proceeded quickly to the manager’s suite.
Gary answered the door in his dressing gown and Blaire walked in.
“So what’s so all fired important?” he asked
“Somethings come up” she said
“What?” Gary asked
“This I hope” she replied and put her hand inside his dressing gown and began pulling on his cock, which was very quick to join the party.
“I thought it might be something like that” he said
They just stood there looking into each other’s eyes and smiled as she manhandled his manhood until she was satisfied he was wide awake.
So she let go of him and quickly wriggled out of her skirt and pulled the top off over her head but as Gary leant in to kiss her she ducked out of his way and crawled onto the bed but he was quickly after her and grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he plunged his cock between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like that” she rasped
So he went into her again and again as she moaned and grunted like an animal until she screamed in orgasm.
She left Gary in a heap on the bed and redressed and said
“Thanks for the input boss”
“Night Blaire”
When she got back downstairs with sticky thighs and a smug expression she was told that there had been several complaints about a woman screaming.
“Ok I’ll investigate it” she said
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person
She was five foot eight with short red hair, in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her alcoholic husband because she was living in the Gate Lodge.
And all of these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
(Part 02)
Once Blaire Parrott was promoted into the assistant manager’s position, it in turn created a vacancy for Head of Housekeeping and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven year old Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an ox.
She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.
When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
Blaire and Denise were called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from one of the premium rooms.
As they reached the door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.
So Blaire began knocking urgently on the door and got no response so she knocked again and again got no answer so she knocked a third time and almost immediately the door opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.
“Is everything alright madam?” Blaire asked
“Oh God yes” the woman answered, a little wobbly on her feet.
“Somebody reported hearing screaming coming from your room” she pointed out
“Yes sorry, that was me” the woman said coyly
“We were…”
“And I um … you know…. Rather loudly”
Blaire’s suspicions were confirmed and the sweaty woman blushed.
“Ah I see” Blaire said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the noise down”
“We will, I will” the woman said and closed the door
“What was that all about?” Denise asked
“The lucky cow was cumming” Blaire replied jealously
“Bitch” Denise retorted
After they left the lucky guest Denise went off and found satisfaction of her own and Blaire spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract herself with mundane paperwork but it merely delayed the inevitable when she started fingering herself under the desk.
(Part 03)
After they left the lucky guest Denise went off and found satisfaction of her own and Blaire spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract herself with mundane paperwork but it merely delayed the inevitable when she started fingering herself under the desk.
But even flicking herself off failed to completely extinguish the fire in her knickers.
So in the end she was forced to pick up the phone and call her fuck buddy Gary Playford.
“Yes” he replied
“It’s Blaire, something urgent has come up”
“Ok I’ll come down”
“No its ok I’ll come to you” she replied
Before she left the office she removed her bra without the necessity of removing her top and then slipped off her tights and knickers and stuffed them in her desk draw she then proceeded quickly to the manager’s suite.
Gary answered the door in his dressing gown and Blaire walked in.
“So what’s so all fired important?” he asked
“Somethings come up” she said
“What?” Gary asked
“This I hope” she replied and put her hand inside his dressing gown and began pulling on his cock, which was very quick to join the party.
“I thought it might be something like that” he said
They just stood there looking into each other’s eyes and smiled as she manhandled his manhood until she was satisfied he was wide awake.
So she let go of him and quickly wriggled out of her skirt and pulled the top off over her head but as Gary leant in to kiss her she ducked out of his way and crawled onto the bed but he was quickly after her and grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he plunged his cock between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like that” she rasped
So he went into her again and again as she moaned and grunted like an animal until she screamed in orgasm.
She left Gary in a heap on the bed and redressed and said
“Thanks for the input boss”
“Night Blaire”
When she got back downstairs with sticky thighs and a smug expression she was told that there had been several complaints about a woman screaming.
“Ok I’ll investigate it” she said
Monday, 5 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (137) When Molly Met Polly
(Part 01)
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
So being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in her knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and shagging someone’s socks off.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite herself but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“He’s my fuck buddy” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness as the doctor gently pulled her thighs apart and feasted on her delights
“Oh god” Molly responded and thought to herself as Polly’s tongue probed between her shaven lips
“Someone better has come along”
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
So being at a large Hospital she came into contact with a lot of potential partners male and female.
Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time
Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist.
Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in her knickers Molly made no secret of the fact to Dr Jones that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.
So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear, which although she accepted she would never see Polly in them just thought of her wearing the slutty scanties turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.
When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.
Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.
(Part 02)
When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed.
It was a three day, all inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.
Molly was in no way the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She liked burning the candle at both ends and shagging someone’s socks off.
In fact if it hadn’t been for the fact that Samantha was so miffed about her going off for a weekend without her she would have given the voucher to someone else.
It was perhaps childish and in the realms of cutting off her nose to spite herself but she thought it was worth it just to see the look on Samantha’s sulky face as she left.
By the time she arrived at the Spa however she had resolved to make the best of it and try to get her Secret Santa their monies worth and when she was greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man, her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking, and she just hoped he wasn’t gay.
When she was settled into her room she went on a tour of the facilities to see if she could find something “interesting” to do.
As it was a cold winter day she decided to stay inside and began with refreshments.
Which was when she got the first surprise of the weekend when she saw, already sitting in the cafeteria wrapped in a pristine white towelling robe, Doctor Polly Jones.
“What kept you?” the smiling Doctor asked and Molly was speechless.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” she said
“I love coming here” Polly said “But I hate coming alone”
“So why me? And not your husband” Molly asked
“This is not his kind of thing at all” she replied “and you’re a good laugh so I thought we’d have fun”
“You could have had fun with a male friend” she said
“No way” she said “I’ve never cheated on Derek with another man”
“You love him?” Molly asked
“Very much so” she replied “What about you and Samantha?”
“What love you mean?”
“Yes, do you love Samantha?” Polly asked
“No, Samantha is just my fall back until something better comes along” she replied
“I see” she said “and what about your sex mad cousin?”
“He’s my fuck buddy” she replied and laughed
The conversation moved on then to discuss the range of what was on offer, from fitness classes, the gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, in the end they settled on a massage followed by a sauna.
The massage was wonderful and Molly was feeling very relaxed as she sat in the sauna room.
“I think it’s time for some of that “Fun” I was talking about” Polly said after she joined her a few minutes later, and as she locked the door she turned towards Molly, got her second surprise of the day when she slipped off her robe and stood in front of Molly completely naked.
“I thought you were happily married” Molly said
“I am”
“And you said you’ve never been unfaithful to Derek” Molly pointed out
“I haven’t” Polly replied “Not with a man”
Now Molly wasn’t a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination but even she was a little shocked and surprised by Polly’s boldness as the doctor gently pulled her thighs apart and feasted on her delights
“Oh god” Molly responded and thought to herself as Polly’s tongue probed between her shaven lips
“Someone better has come along”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (136) Private Consultation
(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.
What he didn’t know however, was that Celeste felt the same way, she loved Linda and she loved it when they made love and the threesomes with Linda and Nigel blew her mind.
Though when she made the decision to seduce Nigel it opened up another world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.
And indulging in “private consultations” with him turned her on so much that sometimes they were all she could think of, and her plots and plans made it all the more exciting, as did doing it behind Linda back or under her nose.
She loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small.
(Part 02)
As Celeste was the senior partner and Nigel was practise manager they were pushed together by work and they both relished their closeness and the possibility of intimacy that accompanied it.
One such occasion occurred during evening surgery Linda had just started the well man clinic, which Celeste knew would last just under an hour so she went into Nigel’s office and closed the door.
Nigel was stood by his desk so she walked over to him and leant on his desk and kissed him.
“This is a nice surprise” he said
“Yes and we don’t have long” she replied and started pulling his trousers and pants down and Celeste smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.
“Isn’t Linda still in the building?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “but she’s running the “Well man” she replied still stroking his cock “and I have a well man of my own to worry about”
Her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.
“Oh Celeste that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto his chair.
After five minutes of toe curling head the dirty Doctor got to her feet and she lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath.
She wiped her mouth and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still was still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
But he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said
“I want you completely naked”
“I can’t”
“You can” he replied and stroked his cock
She quickly, if reluctantly, complied, wriggling out of her dress and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick hairy triangle.
After that her white blouse went the same way which left only her smooth cupped white bra, she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.
He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did so Celeste let out a long breathy sigh.
She then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him hard on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.
Nigel’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
Faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.
Nigel scooted his chair under the desk so he could get a better look of Celeste redressing herself by the door.
She had rehomed her magnificent breast in the smooth white cups and was buttoning her blouse when the door opened and Nurse Linda Barnes appeared and asked
“Have you seen Dr Hanley, Mr Guy?”
Very formal he thought for someone who had only recently sat on his face with his cock in her mouth.
“Not since this afternoon” he lied as he sat at his desk with his trousers and pants round his knees and the good Doctors secretions drying on his semi hard cock as he was staring at Celeste’s hairy bush.
“Ok” she said “but if you see her can you tell her I had to go on a home visit”
“Sure thing” he said as his cock twitched and Celeste began unbuttoning her blouse again.
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.
What he didn’t know however, was that Celeste felt the same way, she loved Linda and she loved it when they made love and the threesomes with Linda and Nigel blew her mind.
Though when she made the decision to seduce Nigel it opened up another world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.
And indulging in “private consultations” with him turned her on so much that sometimes they were all she could think of, and her plots and plans made it all the more exciting, as did doing it behind Linda back or under her nose.
She loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small.
(Part 02)
As Celeste was the senior partner and Nigel was practise manager they were pushed together by work and they both relished their closeness and the possibility of intimacy that accompanied it.
One such occasion occurred during evening surgery Linda had just started the well man clinic, which Celeste knew would last just under an hour so she went into Nigel’s office and closed the door.
Nigel was stood by his desk so she walked over to him and leant on his desk and kissed him.
“This is a nice surprise” he said
“Yes and we don’t have long” she replied and started pulling his trousers and pants down and Celeste smiled lustily at him and kissed him as her fingers started caressing his member.
“Isn’t Linda still in the building?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “but she’s running the “Well man” she replied still stroking his cock “and I have a well man of my own to worry about”
Her smiling lips then descended immediately to his cock, her tongue feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.
“Oh Celeste that’s so good” he said and lowered himself onto his chair.
After five minutes of toe curling head the dirty Doctor got to her feet and she lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath.
She wiped her mouth and prepared to climb aboard his cock, still was still moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
But he halted her progress with an outstretched hand and said
“I want you completely naked”
“I can’t”
“You can” he replied and stroked his cock
She quickly, if reluctantly, complied, wriggling out of her dress and discarding it and he feasted his eyes on her thick hairy triangle.
After that her white blouse went the same way which left only her smooth cupped white bra, she reached behind her back and unhooked it and the front of it flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts and her bra hung loosely around her shoulders like a redundant shoulder holster until she threw it aside.
He gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap and slithered down him and as she did so Celeste let out a long breathy sigh.
She then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him hard on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on him frenetically like a piston.
Nigel’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell, and her squeals and moans, in his ear through her gritted teeth, were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.
Faster and faster, louder and louder until she came with an animal yelp and he pulsed inside her.
Nigel scooted his chair under the desk so he could get a better look of Celeste redressing herself by the door.
She had rehomed her magnificent breast in the smooth white cups and was buttoning her blouse when the door opened and Nurse Linda Barnes appeared and asked
“Have you seen Dr Hanley, Mr Guy?”
Very formal he thought for someone who had only recently sat on his face with his cock in her mouth.
“Not since this afternoon” he lied as he sat at his desk with his trousers and pants round his knees and the good Doctors secretions drying on his semi hard cock as he was staring at Celeste’s hairy bush.
“Ok” she said “but if you see her can you tell her I had to go on a home visit”
“Sure thing” he said as his cock twitched and Celeste began unbuttoning her blouse again.
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