Phil Marshall was 22 years old and an only child who lived with his parents in the village of Clarence, he led a very privileged life and he was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what he wanted.
So when the Purcell’s came to stay one summer and he set his cap for their eldest daughter Denise he expected to get his wish and shag her.
She was a year younger than him with flaming red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made the route of his cock tingle.
He planned on wasting no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s knickers and beyond but alas on the first night beneath the Marshalls roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to fall silent.
So on the second night he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.
It was just after 1 am when he tiptoed naked across the landing sporting the erection that had grown during the period he lay anticipating having Denise.
As he slowly opened the door he was greeted by the sight of Denise kneeling naked on the bed facing him her head thrown back, her scarlet tresses cascading down her back.
The undulating glory of her alabaster skin interrupted only by the swollen peaks of her great globular breasts and the thick red triangle of pussy hair.
The sight of her did nothing to abate the flow of blood to his organ even after he realised she was sitting on the face of their housekeeper Josie McCalonan.
As he stood watching, Denise suddenly realised he was there and said
“There’s no one in here has any use for a cock” and she and laughed briefly before returning her full attention to Josie’s tongue.
Phil closed the door and turned around to find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door.
“If she doesn’t want it I’ll have it”
Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy as her sister but she was straight and she was willing and she was standing across the landing.
Phil was admiring Rachel’s skinny body as she climbed on top of him and he gasped as she impaled her hot cunny on his waiting shaft and he roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him as her mesmerizing little titties jiggled before his eyes.
She pumped on him expertly and rode the bucking bronco like a horny red headed rodeo rider until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Saturday, 24 June 2017
Friday, 23 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (213) When the Predator Becomes the Prey
David Shaw had stayed in a lot of Hotels over the years and he had shagged a lot of women in Hotels, sometimes he picked up the women and sometimes they picked him up.
The bar was a favourite starting point and was always fertile ground and on those rare occasions that he struck out he could always go to the concierge to find him one, in the bigger hotels at any rate.
But in the Worsted Viper in Purplemere if he struck out he would likely be spanking himself off.
As luck would have it when he arrived in the bar there was large busty blonde sitting on a stool at the bar, and he recognized her.
“Hello Dr Mitchel” he said “Good to see you again”
She was one of the doctors at her mother’s care home.
“Mr. Shaw, please call me Sue, I try to play down the Doctor bit when I’m out otherwise people have an annoying habit of telling me about their nasty complaints”
She laughed a rather delightful laugh that caused her rather substantial chest to come alive.
“I’m looking forward to getting hold of those beauties” he thought to himself and then he noticed the wedding ring, which was to him what Kryptonite was to Superman.
He had a very strict rule about not fishing in another man’s pond so to speak, a rule which he had only broken on a handful of occasions and on every occasion he regretted it, even though the sex was outstanding.
But he thought there was nothing wrong with having a drink with a beautiful woman and indulging in some polite conversation while he ogled her tits.
So over a drink or three he explained that he was doing a publicity tour for one of his famous authors and she told him she was hiding from her ex-husbands mother.
“I divorced him, no problem” she said “but she still thinks she’s my mother in law”
“I notice you still wear your ring” he said
“That’s to ward off the lounge lizards” she remarked
“I understand”
“Are you really publishing a famous author?” She asked
He nodded superciliously
“Your mum says you publish dirty books” Sue stated and laughed loudly.
“We all have to make a living” he replied
“So who’s the author? Some dirty old man writing for other dirty old men” she asked cynically
“Actually” he said quietly “she’s a middle aged spinster from Cheltenham”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, she has the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met” he said and they both laughed
It was shortly after that they got the distinct impression the barman had had enough and was ready to close.
The generally accepted convention was that the staff was obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests were wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
“I think we should let this poor man close up for the night” she said
So they bade the long-suffering barman a good night.
As the lift doors opened when they reached the third floor and Sue announced
“This is us”
“No I’m on the fourth floor”
“Yes, but me and my magnificent tits are on this floor” she pointed out “and as you’ve been staring at them all evening with lustful eyes I thought you might like to do with them what you’ve been imagining”
“Well as you put it like that then of course I will accompany you” he said
“Thank God for that I’m so randy” she whispered as they stepped out of the lift
“Really?”
“Yes” Sue replied and then added “and you wouldn’t believe just how wet my pussy is”
“Let’s find out then” David said and pressed her against the wall as he got a hand inside her leggings and wet his finger and Sue let out a low growl.
“You weren’t kidding were you?” he said holding his greasy finger to her lips.
She giggled and sucked her juice off his finger and then said
“It’s time to wet your cock now”
The bar was a favourite starting point and was always fertile ground and on those rare occasions that he struck out he could always go to the concierge to find him one, in the bigger hotels at any rate.
But in the Worsted Viper in Purplemere if he struck out he would likely be spanking himself off.
As luck would have it when he arrived in the bar there was large busty blonde sitting on a stool at the bar, and he recognized her.
“Hello Dr Mitchel” he said “Good to see you again”
She was one of the doctors at her mother’s care home.
“Mr. Shaw, please call me Sue, I try to play down the Doctor bit when I’m out otherwise people have an annoying habit of telling me about their nasty complaints”
She laughed a rather delightful laugh that caused her rather substantial chest to come alive.
“I’m looking forward to getting hold of those beauties” he thought to himself and then he noticed the wedding ring, which was to him what Kryptonite was to Superman.
He had a very strict rule about not fishing in another man’s pond so to speak, a rule which he had only broken on a handful of occasions and on every occasion he regretted it, even though the sex was outstanding.
But he thought there was nothing wrong with having a drink with a beautiful woman and indulging in some polite conversation while he ogled her tits.
So over a drink or three he explained that he was doing a publicity tour for one of his famous authors and she told him she was hiding from her ex-husbands mother.
“I divorced him, no problem” she said “but she still thinks she’s my mother in law”
“I notice you still wear your ring” he said
“That’s to ward off the lounge lizards” she remarked
“I understand”
“Are you really publishing a famous author?” She asked
He nodded superciliously
“Your mum says you publish dirty books” Sue stated and laughed loudly.
“We all have to make a living” he replied
“So who’s the author? Some dirty old man writing for other dirty old men” she asked cynically
“Actually” he said quietly “she’s a middle aged spinster from Cheltenham”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, she has the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met” he said and they both laughed
It was shortly after that they got the distinct impression the barman had had enough and was ready to close.
The generally accepted convention was that the staff was obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests were wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
“I think we should let this poor man close up for the night” she said
So they bade the long-suffering barman a good night.
As the lift doors opened when they reached the third floor and Sue announced
“This is us”
“No I’m on the fourth floor”
“Yes, but me and my magnificent tits are on this floor” she pointed out “and as you’ve been staring at them all evening with lustful eyes I thought you might like to do with them what you’ve been imagining”
“Well as you put it like that then of course I will accompany you” he said
“Thank God for that I’m so randy” she whispered as they stepped out of the lift
“Really?”
“Yes” Sue replied and then added “and you wouldn’t believe just how wet my pussy is”
“Let’s find out then” David said and pressed her against the wall as he got a hand inside her leggings and wet his finger and Sue let out a low growl.
“You weren’t kidding were you?” he said holding his greasy finger to her lips.
She giggled and sucked her juice off his finger and then said
“It’s time to wet your cock now”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (212) The Maverick Solicitor’s Deposition
(Part 01)
Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection”.
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, he had always had a soft spot for posh tottie and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles made him harder.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of nights a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smelt her exotic heady fragrance and heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr Lipscombe”
And then she would appear from the shadows with her blouse unbuttoned exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound, and from there she would lead him to her inner sanctum.
But when his divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to fuck her and if they continued they would doubtless be discovered.
So they sought out other venues, they couldn’t go to her place because she was still married and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his brother.
Hotels were an option but twice a week every week was not financially sustainable.
Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.
Some of Lindsay’s clients didn’t like meeting at Hollins, Cooper and Baker or their own premises so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings at hotels conference rooms.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was The Clayton Manor.
But conference rooms were not hired by the hour and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue, and as the conference room hire was charged to the client there was no cost involved.
The other bonus was that Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, who had been an occasional bed mate of hers, knew what she was doing and would ensure they were not disturbed.
To be honest after the journey to Clayton Paul would need little persuasion to rise to the occasion as the anticipation was making his balls ache.
He arrived at the Hotel and made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.
“Phil Lampeter” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”
He was suited and booted and seriously aroused as he followed Lindsay down the corridor in fact he was loaded and ready to fire.
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
(Part 02)
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
Paul watched her as she paraded around the room and then she drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk of her blouse and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination, but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for him to see perfectly.
“Do you like my new blouse?” she asked as she walked toward him
“Very nice” he said and stood up to meet her and then they kissed
Paul turned her round and played with her titties through the blouse until her nipples stood proud against the silk.
He guided her forward until she knelt in the leather chair he had occupied and she rested her head against the leather and gripped the chair back as he began hoisting up her skirt slowly up her thighs to her stocking tops until it reached her waist and he could slip his hand inside her panties.
The silk was wet against the back of his hand and so were her whiskers against his palm and the moment his digit touch her flesh she moaned earthily.
“Are you ready to take my deposition now?”
He asked
“Yes Mr Lampeter yes”
He pulled the expensive silk drawers aside to expose her pink pussy and as his other hand reached around and groped her plump tittie he penetrated her cunny to her great pleasure and she turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped both breasts and extracted the dirtiest low rasping moans he had ever heard in response to his insertions.
And as they reached the conclusion to the legal proceedings Lindsay went rigid and was biting the leather upholstery in an attempt to stifle her scream of satisfaction then she collapsed breathless into the chair.
After a short period of reflection to consider legal arguments Lindsay took a second deposition when she rode him on the conference table.
Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection”.
And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.
She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, he had always had a soft spot for posh tottie and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles made him harder.
So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.
His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of nights a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smelt her exotic heady fragrance and heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr Lipscombe”
And then she would appear from the shadows with her blouse unbuttoned exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound, and from there she would lead him to her inner sanctum.
But when his divorce was finalized he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to fuck her and if they continued they would doubtless be discovered.
So they sought out other venues, they couldn’t go to her place because she was still married and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his brother.
Hotels were an option but twice a week every week was not financially sustainable.
Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.
Some of Lindsay’s clients didn’t like meeting at Hollins, Cooper and Baker or their own premises so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings at hotels conference rooms.
One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was The Clayton Manor.
But conference rooms were not hired by the hour and such meeting never lasted all day so they had a venue, and as the conference room hire was charged to the client there was no cost involved.
The other bonus was that Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, who had been an occasional bed mate of hers, knew what she was doing and would ensure they were not disturbed.
To be honest after the journey to Clayton Paul would need little persuasion to rise to the occasion as the anticipation was making his balls ache.
He arrived at the Hotel and made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.
“Phil Lampeter” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”
He was suited and booted and seriously aroused as he followed Lindsay down the corridor in fact he was loaded and ready to fire.
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
(Part 02)
At the end of the corridor they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.
Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”
Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.
Paul watched her as she paraded around the room and then she drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk of her blouse and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination, but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for him to see perfectly.
“Do you like my new blouse?” she asked as she walked toward him
“Very nice” he said and stood up to meet her and then they kissed
Paul turned her round and played with her titties through the blouse until her nipples stood proud against the silk.
He guided her forward until she knelt in the leather chair he had occupied and she rested her head against the leather and gripped the chair back as he began hoisting up her skirt slowly up her thighs to her stocking tops until it reached her waist and he could slip his hand inside her panties.
The silk was wet against the back of his hand and so were her whiskers against his palm and the moment his digit touch her flesh she moaned earthily.
“Are you ready to take my deposition now?”
He asked
“Yes Mr Lampeter yes”
He pulled the expensive silk drawers aside to expose her pink pussy and as his other hand reached around and groped her plump tittie he penetrated her cunny to her great pleasure and she turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped both breasts and extracted the dirtiest low rasping moans he had ever heard in response to his insertions.
And as they reached the conclusion to the legal proceedings Lindsay went rigid and was biting the leather upholstery in an attempt to stifle her scream of satisfaction then she collapsed breathless into the chair.
After a short period of reflection to consider legal arguments Lindsay took a second deposition when she rode him on the conference table.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (211) Angel of the Night
When Angela met him in Beiderbecke’s club she was wearing her sexiest lingerie and spoke dirtily to him, suggestively and without ambiguity.
She sought Dave out and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and charming and the want of her made him ache.
Soon they left the club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she was enticing and seducing and the moment he opened the front door he took her off to bed.
Angela allowed him to handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she was gone from it and he slept the clock around.
She sought Dave out and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and charming and the want of her made him ache.
Soon they left the club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she was enticing and seducing and the moment he opened the front door he took her off to bed.
Angela allowed him to handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she was gone from it and he slept the clock around.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (210) The Final Revenge
Andrew Garnett and Paul McGavin were childhood friends and roamed the countryside of the Vale as they grew from boys to men.
And there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive in to adulthood had it not been for the fact that Andrew betrayed his friend by sleeping with Paul’s fiancé Gail the night before their wedding.
As a result Paul was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the bills related to the wedding and refered all of them to “the slut”.
He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their names on social media.
He also changed his career and set up a rival business in direct competition to is exfriend with the soul intention of stealing trade from him, and as Paul came from a weathly Downshire family he could afford to undercut his rival at every turn.
But Paul wasn’t satisfied with that he also dogged Andrew in his leisure time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts.
However it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Paul was able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.
Paul was sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and he was naked from the waist down.
Down below he could see Andrew sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him.
While Gemma’s red head rose and fell on him, and he made sure he held his gaze right up until the sublime moment that his cock spasm in her mouth and then he gave him a wave.
“Who are you waving to?” She asked as she wiped her mouth
“Your husband” he replied
He had planned for Gemma to stand up after the act so Andrew would know what had occurred but in the end he was satisfied that he had come in his pregnant wifes mouth.
And there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive in to adulthood had it not been for the fact that Andrew betrayed his friend by sleeping with Paul’s fiancé Gail the night before their wedding.
As a result Paul was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the bills related to the wedding and refered all of them to “the slut”.
He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their names on social media.
He also changed his career and set up a rival business in direct competition to is exfriend with the soul intention of stealing trade from him, and as Paul came from a weathly Downshire family he could afford to undercut his rival at every turn.
But Paul wasn’t satisfied with that he also dogged Andrew in his leisure time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts.
However it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Paul was able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.
Paul was sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and he was naked from the waist down.
Down below he could see Andrew sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him.
While Gemma’s red head rose and fell on him, and he made sure he held his gaze right up until the sublime moment that his cock spasm in her mouth and then he gave him a wave.
“Who are you waving to?” She asked as she wiped her mouth
“Your husband” he replied
He had planned for Gemma to stand up after the act so Andrew would know what had occurred but in the end he was satisfied that he had come in his pregnant wifes mouth.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (209) The Seminar
Andy Stringer sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Andrew J Stringer.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.
It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.
She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.
She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.
His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.
He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.
Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.
With her knickers in hand he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.
“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.
“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”
“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap
“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty day dream.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.
It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.
She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.
She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.
His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.
He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.
Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.
With her knickers in hand he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.
“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.
“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”
“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap
“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty day dream.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (208) The Nightcap Code
(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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
In the quiet of his office he sat and thought, as he nursed a large brandy, of the tortuous events of the day, in particular an inebriated lady Bishop from Nance and her form of sexual offertory which he had to decline.
That was followed by the appearance of two very mature schoolgirls, Lisa and Honey, in full uniform to report a problem with their room, he couldn’t remember the nature of the problem as he was picturing them cavorting naked around his office save for sundry items of lace and silk.
After the horny schoolgirls had left he took a walk across to the Gate Lodge to visit Blaire who was on her day off and was one of his frequent flyers, but alas she wasn’t in and was probable off wetting someone else’s balls.
(Part 02)
As he walked back across the car park he was rerunning some of the sexual encounters they had shared and it was only the sound of a car horn that ended the Technicolor orgy in his head.
When he looked round he saw it was Dr Owens, another regular recipient of his attention, driving away, she gave him a wave as she drove past, but that was enough and there were images of her in his head, her beautiful naked body beneath him, on top of him, on all fours, in the shower, and against a wall.
The afternoon and evening were annoyingly taken up with work which required him to burn the midnight oil somewhat but by the end of the day he got himself a brandy and called it a night.
He drained his glass and decided he would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book.
When she looked she smiled at him and said
“Hello Gary”
And his mind went blank clearly some woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.
He tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and then it registered.
“Lindsay Baker” he replied, not a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Not at all” she said “please do” and gestured to the neighboring chair.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you, yes,” she said and he signaled to the barman.
After he ordered the drinks she said
“I heard on the grapevine you had been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”
“You would be surprised” he remarked
“Really?” she said “tell me more”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells” Gary pointed out
“Well you’re no gentleman so spill the beans”
So over the next fifteen minutes he related to her some of his more interesting encounters.
“My word you have been a busy boy” she said and squirmed a little in her seat.
“And what about you?” he probed, and hoped he might probe further
“What do you mean?” she said innocently
“You are not after all without a reputation” he said ungallantly
“Well that’s true enough, though compared to you I’m an amateur” she said
“Come on out with it” he insisted and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended meetings in her office after hours and was shagging her senseless.
“Excellent” he said sporting a boner as he watched Lindsay fidgeting.
“Another drink?” he offered
“In my room perhaps” she replied
“A Nightcap?” he asked
“Something like that” Lindsay said “Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Horny Hotelier fucks Slutty Solicitor”
“We at the Clayton Manor Hotel are here to please” he said
“Yes that’s definitely what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him he could see a damp patch on the back of her skirt.
“We’ve done the foreplay then” he said to himself
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.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.
In the quiet of his office he sat and thought, as he nursed a large brandy, of the tortuous events of the day, in particular an inebriated lady Bishop from Nance and her form of sexual offertory which he had to decline.
That was followed by the appearance of two very mature schoolgirls, Lisa and Honey, in full uniform to report a problem with their room, he couldn’t remember the nature of the problem as he was picturing them cavorting naked around his office save for sundry items of lace and silk.
After the horny schoolgirls had left he took a walk across to the Gate Lodge to visit Blaire who was on her day off and was one of his frequent flyers, but alas she wasn’t in and was probable off wetting someone else’s balls.
(Part 02)
As he walked back across the car park he was rerunning some of the sexual encounters they had shared and it was only the sound of a car horn that ended the Technicolor orgy in his head.
When he looked round he saw it was Dr Owens, another regular recipient of his attention, driving away, she gave him a wave as she drove past, but that was enough and there were images of her in his head, her beautiful naked body beneath him, on top of him, on all fours, in the shower, and against a wall.
The afternoon and evening were annoyingly taken up with work which required him to burn the midnight oil somewhat but by the end of the day he got himself a brandy and called it a night.
He drained his glass and decided he would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book.
When she looked she smiled at him and said
“Hello Gary”
And his mind went blank clearly some woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.
He tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and then it registered.
“Lindsay Baker” he replied, not a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Not at all” she said “please do” and gestured to the neighboring chair.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you, yes,” she said and he signaled to the barman.
After he ordered the drinks she said
“I heard on the grapevine you had been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”
“You would be surprised” he remarked
“Really?” she said “tell me more”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells” Gary pointed out
“Well you’re no gentleman so spill the beans”
So over the next fifteen minutes he related to her some of his more interesting encounters.
“My word you have been a busy boy” she said and squirmed a little in her seat.
“And what about you?” he probed, and hoped he might probe further
“What do you mean?” she said innocently
“You are not after all without a reputation” he said ungallantly
“Well that’s true enough, though compared to you I’m an amateur” she said
“Come on out with it” he insisted and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended meetings in her office after hours and was shagging her senseless.
“Excellent” he said sporting a boner as he watched Lindsay fidgeting.
“Another drink?” he offered
“In my room perhaps” she replied
“A Nightcap?” he asked
“Something like that” Lindsay said “Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Horny Hotelier fucks Slutty Solicitor”
“We at the Clayton Manor Hotel are here to please” he said
“Yes that’s definitely what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him he could see a damp patch on the back of her skirt.
“We’ve done the foreplay then” he said to himself
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