(Part 01)
Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did, and they did throughout her Abbottsford years.
However in her final weeks at the house he did something that rocked her world.
It had been a really busy weekend and there was a houseful in Abbottsford and he wasn’t able to get her on her own and that was a problem because he needed to talk to her and the longer it went on the quieter and more troubled he became and Amy had picked up on it so she also became quiet and troubled.
When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended
“Amy I need to talk to you”
“Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me”
(Part 02)
When they eventually found themselves alone together on Sunday afternoon he said more harshly than he intended
“Amy I need to talk to you”
“Oh God,” she retorted “You’re going to dump me”
“No of course I’m not going to dump you” he replied
“You’re not?” she said quietly “Honestly?”
“Amy Coates I promise you that I have no intention of dumping you”
He said
“What then? You’ve been really quiet all weekend, and then you say you have to talk to me” Amy asked “so if you’re not dumping me then what?”
“Will you please stop talking for one moment so I ask you to marry me” he said
“What?” Amy exclaimed
“Will you marry me?” he asked,
“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.
“I haven’t got a ring” he said “We need to buy your ring together”
And then they kissed but not just another kiss in a long line of kisses, not just of affection or 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 that marked an engagement, and it was a kiss which lead to them making love.
“Make love to me” she whispered as they lay in her bed
“Ok Hon” he responded and kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued, growing in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.
Mark rolled her gently onto her back and he stopped kissing and he briefly looked down on her in the pale daylight and admired the body he had enjoyed so many times before.
Her breasts were beautiful, surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it gently as Amy emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.
Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and he toyed with her tangled curls as she murmured softly.
To Mark’s delight, as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and he continued watching her lying there with 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, he looked down on her again, and Amy was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his touch.
Amy became more vociferous as she was on the brink of culmination and moments later he was rewarded by a face contorting climax and her thighs closed tight on his hand.
Looking down on her with ecstasy still etched on her sweet face, Amy opened her eyes, and looked up at him and smiled.
Mark leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths again he caressed her breast and positioning himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her, looked into her eyes as he slowly slid his swollen cock into her and Amy sighed before leaning her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
Mark caressed her beautiful breast as he tenderly made love to her.
She squirmed and wriggled beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the environs between being anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Amy looked up as she moaned loudly and writhed until she came with a deliciously sweet utterance.
“Oh Mark”
Thursday, 8 June 2017
Wednesday, 7 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (143) In Conference
(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.
For example on the day of an important conference call with the local NHS Trust.
Nigel had been looking at Celeste very lustily all morning, she was wearing a new blouse of ivory silk and the large smooth white cups of her bra were visible thru the translucent fabric of her blouse and the deliciously dark circles of her areolas showed clearly.
But he had to put his lust aside for the duration as the call with the Trust was particularly important.
The call was scheduled for 11am in the small meeting room and Celeste was already sitting at the table.
“Five minutes Dr” he said from the doorway and to the staff he added
“Absolutely no interruptions”
“What about emergencies?” Mrs Clarke asked
“No exceptions” he replied and closed the door and turned the key
He walked towards where Celeste was sitting with all the relevant documentation in easy reach of her trembling hands and stood behind her.
“Just relax” Nigel said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping ivory blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped white bra.
“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.
(Part 02)
“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said and pulled his hands out “we only have a few minute”
“We have an hour because the conference call has been postponed until this afternoon” he replied
“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra
“Good choice Doctor” he said and bent down and kissed down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.
He spun her chair around and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.
She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the cloth.
Celeste wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
He reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked her tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the chair and the lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, and with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Nigel” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the chair as he continued to work on her with his tongue until very soon she came and he raised his head licking her rime from his lips and roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now” she begged “do it now?”
and she sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Celeste held tight onto the arms of the chair, Nigel rocked the reclining chair back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he rocked the chair faster and faster.
Finally Celeste drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to squeak under the frenetic strain and they both came.
Redressed and recomposed he opened the door and said
“I think that went well Doctor”
“Yes let’s hope it goes as well next time”
“Oh I’m sure it will” he said
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.
For example on the day of an important conference call with the local NHS Trust.
Nigel had been looking at Celeste very lustily all morning, she was wearing a new blouse of ivory silk and the large smooth white cups of her bra were visible thru the translucent fabric of her blouse and the deliciously dark circles of her areolas showed clearly.
But he had to put his lust aside for the duration as the call with the Trust was particularly important.
The call was scheduled for 11am in the small meeting room and Celeste was already sitting at the table.
“Five minutes Dr” he said from the doorway and to the staff he added
“Absolutely no interruptions”
“What about emergencies?” Mrs Clarke asked
“No exceptions” he replied and closed the door and turned the key
He walked towards where Celeste was sitting with all the relevant documentation in easy reach of her trembling hands and stood behind her.
“Just relax” Nigel said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping ivory blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped white bra.
“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.
(Part 02)
“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the white cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her globes.
“We haven’t got time for that” she said and pulled his hands out “we only have a few minute”
“We have an hour because the conference call has been postponed until this afternoon” he replied
“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra
“Good choice Doctor” he said and bent down and kissed down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.
He spun her chair around and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.
She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.
Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the cloth.
Celeste wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.
He reached up under her dress with both hands and smartly yanked her tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the chair and the lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, and with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Nigel” she moan as he licked her out and she gripped the chair as he continued to work on her with his tongue until very soon she came and he raised his head licking her rime from his lips and roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now” she begged “do it now?”
and she sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Celeste held tight onto the arms of the chair, Nigel rocked the reclining chair back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he rocked the chair faster and faster.
Finally Celeste drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to squeak under the frenetic strain and they both came.
Redressed and recomposed he opened the door and said
“I think that went well Doctor”
“Yes let’s hope it goes as well next time”
“Oh I’m sure it will” he said
Choice Tales from the Vale – (142) An Old Mans Apetiser
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.
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.
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
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)