Sarah Atkinson was 21 years old and an only child who lived with her parents in the village of Clarence, she led a very privileged life and she was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always get what she wanted.
So when the Quinn’s and the Dowd’s came to stay one summer for a family wedding and she set her cap for their son Mike, she expected to get her wish and he’d shag her.
He was two years older than her with black wavy hair and wild gypsy eyes and a muscular well-toned physique that made her damp.
She was certain sure with no little effort on her part her Cousin would soon be in her knickers.
Sarah wasted no time in making her move, so on his first night beneath the Atkinson’s roof she waited for the house to fall silent and then tiptoed across the landing wearing only a cotton shirt unbuttoned from top to bottom.
She opened the door and stepped inside to find Mike sitting up in bed reading.
“I thought you might want some company”
She said
“Yes, but not you” he replied
She climbed on to the bed and sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with legs astride him and pulled the duvet forward and grabbed his cock and pulled on it roughly.
“See, you are pleased to see me”
He noticed two things about her as she climbed onto the bed which were both major point droppers, firstly she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, which was desecration as far as he was concerned and secondly she had trimmed her bush to such an extent that it left only a small square of hair above her mound which he thought quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
“Touch me then” she said but he did nothing
“Touch me Mike” she demanded
“I don’t think so” he retorted
“Come on you know you want to” she said “your cock is so hard”
“Yes” he agreed “but it’s not hard for you”
“What?”
“It’s not for you” he repeated and pushed her off him and slipped out of bed
“You’re rejecting me?” she said in disbelief as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the door.
“Yes I am” he said
“That doesn’t happen, I’m young and gorgeous, and I don’t get rejected” she explained “I am the one that does the rejecting”
“On the contrary” he said and shoved her out the door just as Deirdre Dowd was coming the other way.
Deidre was smaller, plainer and less showy than Sarah so her jaw dropped when she saw the mousy little thing walk into Mike’s arms.
“You’re passing on me for that?” she said angrily
“Always” he replied
“I am superior to her in every conceivable way” Sarah said
“What does she have that I don’t?”
“My love” he replied and closed the door in her face.
“Bastard” she said under her breath and then listened at the door as Deirdre felt the benefit of the erection that Sarah had worked on and she began fingering herself in the darkness.
Eventually she became oblivious to what Mike was doing to Deirdre, lost in the act of pleasuring herself on the landing, and gripping on to the banister.
And just as she was bent double in self inflickted orgasm, light spilled onto the landing and highlighted Sarah’s orgasmic moment.
Also illuminated in the light was Deirdres 16 year old brother Tom
“Come here” she panted
“Why?” Tom asked
“Because I want you to fuck me” she replied
“Ok Sarah” he said
And as he fucked her on the banister rail he thought all his Christmases had come at once.
Sunday, 25 June 2017
Saturday, 24 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (220) The Widow and the Widower
(Part 01)
Paul Owen was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and was not at all happy because he had reached a certain age and had acquired an unfortunate body shape, and the consequence of that was that gravity had become his enemy and a simple mirror was now his nemesis.
In the privacy of his own home he was able to minimise his exposure to the spiteful honesty of the looking glass and therefore perpetuate the falsehood that he was 20 years younger and 4 stones lighter.
He had found to his cost however that he could control his exposure to a much lesser degree in the wider world.
For example shops and stores all possess a multitude of polished surfaces and shopping centres are all bedecked with glass and mirrors, but by far the worst in his experience were hotels, in particular the one he was staying in at that moment.
It was a nice hotel, no question about that, in fact it was a rather grand and elegant place and the venue for what he very much hoped would be a dirty weekend.
However the downside to staying in an above average Hotel was the number and the positioning of mirrors.
A whole wall in the bathroom, a full length one in the hall and another monster above the writing desk (come dressing table), but the worst by a country mile was the bathroom.
There is nothing that dents the confidence more than seeing your naked form as others might see you if you were fortunate enough to reach that level of intimacy with them.
It was when Paul was in the shower, that he caught sight of himself, and the full horror of what he saw was not even diminished when viewed through the steam in the shower, the water droplets on the shower door and the condensation on the mirror.
In short the image did not leave him possessed of any self confidence in fulfilling his hopes of soon reaching that afore mentioned level of intimacy with a not unattractive widow of his acquaintance Ann Beacom, in the room across the hall.
Pauls face had stood the test of time well enough but his body had been badly abused
“I bet Ann looks better in the bathroom mirror” he said out loud
He was quite presentable for his age when dressed in his dinner suit and the accessories, and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, if he got that far but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance.
(Part 02)
Ann meanwhile was having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror, though even after 4 children and a hysterectomy her body had not reached the level of decline that his had although everything generally was a little further south than it used to be.
Finally she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him, for she had expectations.
However the final presentation was only achieved with undergarments that pulled her in and held her up and her fear was that the way she looked at that moment might well be enough to get him into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he wouldn’t go back for seconds.
After they ate dinner they sat at the table drinking and eventually they bade the long-suffering waiter a good night, even though it was almost 3 am, and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.
Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted they decided to hit them all.
When they reached the first floor Ann announced
“This is me, I’m home”
Paul was on the same and said
“I will see you to your door dear lady” and attempted a bow
“You are too kind Sir Knight” she responded trying to curtsy.
He walked Ann rather unsteadily to her door and once she had managed to finally use the swipe card correctly and open the door she announced.
“Nightcap” and before he had chance to decline Ann dragged him into the room where after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the day.
“You can make the coffee while I just make myself comfortable” she instructed
When she emerged she was wearing only a nightie which left little to the imagination
“Wow” he exclaimed and five minutes later they were in bed together and Ann confessed
“It’s been a long time since I had a man inside me”
“How long?” he asked
“Too long” she replied and kissed him
The next morning at the breakfast table they sat across from one another, Paul wore a smug look of satisfaction while Ann wore one of tiredness.
The “exhaustion” however did not prevent her from taking him back to her bed before lunch.
Paul Owen was staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and was not at all happy because he had reached a certain age and had acquired an unfortunate body shape, and the consequence of that was that gravity had become his enemy and a simple mirror was now his nemesis.
In the privacy of his own home he was able to minimise his exposure to the spiteful honesty of the looking glass and therefore perpetuate the falsehood that he was 20 years younger and 4 stones lighter.
He had found to his cost however that he could control his exposure to a much lesser degree in the wider world.
For example shops and stores all possess a multitude of polished surfaces and shopping centres are all bedecked with glass and mirrors, but by far the worst in his experience were hotels, in particular the one he was staying in at that moment.
It was a nice hotel, no question about that, in fact it was a rather grand and elegant place and the venue for what he very much hoped would be a dirty weekend.
However the downside to staying in an above average Hotel was the number and the positioning of mirrors.
A whole wall in the bathroom, a full length one in the hall and another monster above the writing desk (come dressing table), but the worst by a country mile was the bathroom.
There is nothing that dents the confidence more than seeing your naked form as others might see you if you were fortunate enough to reach that level of intimacy with them.
It was when Paul was in the shower, that he caught sight of himself, and the full horror of what he saw was not even diminished when viewed through the steam in the shower, the water droplets on the shower door and the condensation on the mirror.
In short the image did not leave him possessed of any self confidence in fulfilling his hopes of soon reaching that afore mentioned level of intimacy with a not unattractive widow of his acquaintance Ann Beacom, in the room across the hall.
Pauls face had stood the test of time well enough but his body had been badly abused
“I bet Ann looks better in the bathroom mirror” he said out loud
He was quite presentable for his age when dressed in his dinner suit and the accessories, and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, if he got that far but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance.
(Part 02)
Ann meanwhile was having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror, though even after 4 children and a hysterectomy her body had not reached the level of decline that his had although everything generally was a little further south than it used to be.
Finally she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him, for she had expectations.
However the final presentation was only achieved with undergarments that pulled her in and held her up and her fear was that the way she looked at that moment might well be enough to get him into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he wouldn’t go back for seconds.
After they ate dinner they sat at the table drinking and eventually they bade the long-suffering waiter a good night, even though it was almost 3 am, and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.
Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted they decided to hit them all.
When they reached the first floor Ann announced
“This is me, I’m home”
Paul was on the same and said
“I will see you to your door dear lady” and attempted a bow
“You are too kind Sir Knight” she responded trying to curtsy.
He walked Ann rather unsteadily to her door and once she had managed to finally use the swipe card correctly and open the door she announced.
“Nightcap” and before he had chance to decline Ann dragged him into the room where after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the day.
“You can make the coffee while I just make myself comfortable” she instructed
When she emerged she was wearing only a nightie which left little to the imagination
“Wow” he exclaimed and five minutes later they were in bed together and Ann confessed
“It’s been a long time since I had a man inside me”
“How long?” he asked
“Too long” she replied and kissed him
The next morning at the breakfast table they sat across from one another, Paul wore a smug look of satisfaction while Ann wore one of tiredness.
The “exhaustion” however did not prevent her from taking him back to her bed before lunch.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (219) The Maverick Solicitor’s Restraint
Stephen Sturges sat on a straight backed leather chair at the conference table in the Argyle Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere as he waited for a meeting with his solicitor Lindsay Baker of Hollins, Cooper and Baker.
He wasn’t sure why the meeting was there and not in her office, he didn’t ask and he didn’t really care he was just pleased to be seeing her again.
The Argyle Room was a small meeting room, very plush all polished wood paneling and leather upholstery and heavy velvet drapes at the windows.
“Sorry I’m late” she said in her posh plummy tones as the tall, slender and extremely attractive woman strode into the room on her magnificent long legs.
“That’s ok” he responded
Lindsay was in her early thirties and wearing a tailored business suit and gold rimmed spectacles.
She sat down in one of the high backed leather chairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen and a document and then slowly went through the salient points, and leaned forward for him to take the document which also allowed him to get a good look at her breasts,
He took his time because he knew that after a couple of signatures their business would be concluded.
At their previous meeting she said that everything would be tied up with a bow after their next meeting.
He would have liked to have tied her up given the opportunity.
Well after she had put the papers and her pen back in her briefcase, her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon.
“What are they for?” Stephen asked
“Well you remember at our last meeting I said everything would be tied up with a bow when next we met?” she said
“Yes”
“Well what I had in mind was that it would be you who would be tied up” she said wickedly
“Oh I see”
“So do you want to play?” she asked as she played with the ribbons
“God yes” he replied excitedly “but what if someone comes in?”
“Don’t worry” she assured him “we won’t be disturbed”
So he let her tie him to the chair and when she had him secured the fun really began because tying him up was only part of game.
Slowly and tantalizingly she undid his trousers and pulled them down to his knees so she had easy access to his erection and after stroking him seductively she took his cock in her mouth and he gasped.
Expertly she went down on him teasing and toying, and taking him to the brink several times and then she stopped and stood up.
“Oh no!! Don’t stop” he begged “it was so good”
“I don’t think you really want me to do that” she responded
“I do, I do” he blurted
She said nothing else but just smiled at him and then walked behind his chair.
“If I did that you wouldn’t get to enjoy this” she said and reappeared wearing only stockings and a black teddy.
“That is very nice” he agreed
“And does this make it better or worse?” she asked as she un-popped her crotch and pulled the teddy up around her middle and exposed her glorious brown bush.
“Better, definitely better” he said
“That is the correct answer” she said “and I can promise you that you won’t regret it”
Lindsay swung one long stocking sheathed leg across him so she was astride him and then she pulled the teddy off over her head.
She giggled in a very lascivious way as she dangled her breasts in his face and offered her nipple to his expectant mouth and then pulled it away at the last second before she took a firm hold of the chair back and lowered herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.
“Oh that’s so good” she exclaimed as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She kissed him and snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and then they stopped kissing and Lindsey put her forehead against his and he could feel her hot breath on his face and hear her course rasping breaths as she drove on and on until she felt his cock pulse inside her and she exclaimed
“Oh God I’m good”
He wasn’t sure why the meeting was there and not in her office, he didn’t ask and he didn’t really care he was just pleased to be seeing her again.
The Argyle Room was a small meeting room, very plush all polished wood paneling and leather upholstery and heavy velvet drapes at the windows.
“Sorry I’m late” she said in her posh plummy tones as the tall, slender and extremely attractive woman strode into the room on her magnificent long legs.
“That’s ok” he responded
Lindsay was in her early thirties and wearing a tailored business suit and gold rimmed spectacles.
She sat down in one of the high backed leather chairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen and a document and then slowly went through the salient points, and leaned forward for him to take the document which also allowed him to get a good look at her breasts,
He took his time because he knew that after a couple of signatures their business would be concluded.
At their previous meeting she said that everything would be tied up with a bow after their next meeting.
He would have liked to have tied her up given the opportunity.
Well after she had put the papers and her pen back in her briefcase, her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon.
“What are they for?” Stephen asked
“Well you remember at our last meeting I said everything would be tied up with a bow when next we met?” she said
“Yes”
“Well what I had in mind was that it would be you who would be tied up” she said wickedly
“Oh I see”
“So do you want to play?” she asked as she played with the ribbons
“God yes” he replied excitedly “but what if someone comes in?”
“Don’t worry” she assured him “we won’t be disturbed”
So he let her tie him to the chair and when she had him secured the fun really began because tying him up was only part of game.
Slowly and tantalizingly she undid his trousers and pulled them down to his knees so she had easy access to his erection and after stroking him seductively she took his cock in her mouth and he gasped.
Expertly she went down on him teasing and toying, and taking him to the brink several times and then she stopped and stood up.
“Oh no!! Don’t stop” he begged “it was so good”
“I don’t think you really want me to do that” she responded
“I do, I do” he blurted
She said nothing else but just smiled at him and then walked behind his chair.
“If I did that you wouldn’t get to enjoy this” she said and reappeared wearing only stockings and a black teddy.
“That is very nice” he agreed
“And does this make it better or worse?” she asked as she un-popped her crotch and pulled the teddy up around her middle and exposed her glorious brown bush.
“Better, definitely better” he said
“That is the correct answer” she said “and I can promise you that you won’t regret it”
Lindsay swung one long stocking sheathed leg across him so she was astride him and then she pulled the teddy off over her head.
She giggled in a very lascivious way as she dangled her breasts in his face and offered her nipple to his expectant mouth and then pulled it away at the last second before she took a firm hold of the chair back and lowered herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.
“Oh that’s so good” she exclaimed as she rose and fell on his shaft.
She kissed him and snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and then they stopped kissing and Lindsey put her forehead against his and he could feel her hot breath on his face and hear her course rasping breaths as she drove on and on until she felt his cock pulse inside her and she exclaimed
“Oh God I’m good”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (218) The Demerera Girl
(Part 01)
Graham Mansfield was the manager of Finchbottom Furniture Palace and was fast approaching his fortieth birthday and he had lost his heart to his new assistant Wendy Wythe, who was his junior in more than one respect because she was 12 years younger than him.
She was what was termed in the 21st century as mixed race, but in that regard he did not consider himself to be her superior he just adored her.
He was her boss certainly, he was older than her undeniably but he was not better than her.
Some of his employees however thought she was inferior but not him.
He wasn’t entirely sure what her heritage was, and he thought it indelicate to enquire directly, but the result was most pleasing to his eye.
He thought of her as his demerara girl, because she was as sweet as sugar and her skin was a beautiful soft brown.
It was the August bank holiday and the store had closed an hour earlier, the rest of the staff had gone home and Graham and Wendy were just finishing up.
Wendy had done the walk round of the shop floor, while Graham did the same on the basement level, and then she sat herself on one of the large corner sofas at the back of the store adjacent to the top of the stairs.
In reality she was draped more than sat and as he appeared from below he swallowed hard when he came upon her.
“Have you finished?” he asked trying to appear indifferent
“Yes all done” she replied “Why don’t you sit down for a moment”
“Ok” he replied dry mouthed but sat on the opposite end of the suite.
“That won’t do” she said to herself
So she got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee.
“Oh dear me” he exclaimed quite flustered
“Do you know what this means?” she asked
“No” he replied
“It means this” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, a hot liquid kiss, passionate yet measured.
This served to stir his loins and stiffen his shaft which was directly beneath her buttock.
He felt it twitch and when she stopped kissing him and smiled he knew that she did to.
Wendy was wearing the company uniform of a royal blue skirt and white blouse with a loose style bow arrangement at the throat.
She loosened it off until the two halves fell down her front then she began undoing the buttons of her blouse one, two, three, at the point she began to do the forth, he stopped her.
“Let me do it” he said and she giggled like a schoolgirl.
(Part 02)
He looked down as he slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened to the waist.
Graham tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and when Wendy breathed in to aid him in his task it came out easily.
Wendy buried her face into his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked at his demerara girl, his sweet confection with her lustrous soft brown skin, a honeyed morsel wrapped in white silk.
“I knew you wanted me” she purred and kissed his neck
“Since the first moment I saw you” he remarked and the breaths on his neck grew stronger and he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Just visible beneath the displaced bra inside her pristine shirt he saw the tantalising glimpse of her sweet caramel delights.
His eager hands slowly pushed the white lace bra upwards to expose her plump brown muffins and their precious chocolate peaks and his cock twitched again.
Then came the moment he had envisaged many times, the moment his hands cupped the perfectly formed prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Wendy’s summer dress at her interview just a few short months before.
He couldn’t have them on that day, and thought he would never have them, but he had them and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.
Her breath was panting now interspersed with low murmurs and while he toyed with her delightful confections he planned his next move.
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her fervently and put his hand on her knee and moved it slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to his hands advance nonetheless.
His hand crept ever further along her thigh and as his fingers were within a fingertip of reaching their target he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently
“Nothing” he said
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in panic
“Of course not” he replied reassuringly
“Then why did you stop?” Wendy asked in confusion
“Because I don’t think its right” Graham replied
“You don’t want me then” she said forlornly
“I don’t want you here” he said
“I don’t understand” she said with a confused expression
“I want you on that new luxury King-size four poster downstairs” he clarified and the confusion disappeared from her expression and she leapt up off his lap and ran for the stairs
“Come on then, old man” she taunted
By the time he got downstairs his demerara girl was kneeling in the middle of the bed wearing only her white lace panties and holding her blouse in front of her but as he reached her she said
“These are for you”
And let her blouse drop to reveal her beautiful naked confections.
Graham Mansfield was the manager of Finchbottom Furniture Palace and was fast approaching his fortieth birthday and he had lost his heart to his new assistant Wendy Wythe, who was his junior in more than one respect because she was 12 years younger than him.
She was what was termed in the 21st century as mixed race, but in that regard he did not consider himself to be her superior he just adored her.
He was her boss certainly, he was older than her undeniably but he was not better than her.
Some of his employees however thought she was inferior but not him.
He wasn’t entirely sure what her heritage was, and he thought it indelicate to enquire directly, but the result was most pleasing to his eye.
He thought of her as his demerara girl, because she was as sweet as sugar and her skin was a beautiful soft brown.
It was the August bank holiday and the store had closed an hour earlier, the rest of the staff had gone home and Graham and Wendy were just finishing up.
Wendy had done the walk round of the shop floor, while Graham did the same on the basement level, and then she sat herself on one of the large corner sofas at the back of the store adjacent to the top of the stairs.
In reality she was draped more than sat and as he appeared from below he swallowed hard when he came upon her.
“Have you finished?” he asked trying to appear indifferent
“Yes all done” she replied “Why don’t you sit down for a moment”
“Ok” he replied dry mouthed but sat on the opposite end of the suite.
“That won’t do” she said to herself
So she got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee.
“Oh dear me” he exclaimed quite flustered
“Do you know what this means?” she asked
“No” he replied
“It means this” she said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, a hot liquid kiss, passionate yet measured.
This served to stir his loins and stiffen his shaft which was directly beneath her buttock.
He felt it twitch and when she stopped kissing him and smiled he knew that she did to.
Wendy was wearing the company uniform of a royal blue skirt and white blouse with a loose style bow arrangement at the throat.
She loosened it off until the two halves fell down her front then she began undoing the buttons of her blouse one, two, three, at the point she began to do the forth, he stopped her.
“Let me do it” he said and she giggled like a schoolgirl.
(Part 02)
He looked down as he slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened to the waist.
Graham tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and when Wendy breathed in to aid him in his task it came out easily.
Wendy buried her face into his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked at his demerara girl, his sweet confection with her lustrous soft brown skin, a honeyed morsel wrapped in white silk.
“I knew you wanted me” she purred and kissed his neck
“Since the first moment I saw you” he remarked and the breaths on his neck grew stronger and he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Just visible beneath the displaced bra inside her pristine shirt he saw the tantalising glimpse of her sweet caramel delights.
His eager hands slowly pushed the white lace bra upwards to expose her plump brown muffins and their precious chocolate peaks and his cock twitched again.
Then came the moment he had envisaged many times, the moment his hands cupped the perfectly formed prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Wendy’s summer dress at her interview just a few short months before.
He couldn’t have them on that day, and thought he would never have them, but he had them and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.
Her breath was panting now interspersed with low murmurs and while he toyed with her delightful confections he planned his next move.
He lured her lips away from his neck and kissed her fervently and put his hand on her knee and moved it slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to his hands advance nonetheless.
His hand crept ever further along her thigh and as his fingers were within a fingertip of reaching their target he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently
“Nothing” he said
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in panic
“Of course not” he replied reassuringly
“Then why did you stop?” Wendy asked in confusion
“Because I don’t think its right” Graham replied
“You don’t want me then” she said forlornly
“I don’t want you here” he said
“I don’t understand” she said with a confused expression
“I want you on that new luxury King-size four poster downstairs” he clarified and the confusion disappeared from her expression and she leapt up off his lap and ran for the stairs
“Come on then, old man” she taunted
By the time he got downstairs his demerara girl was kneeling in the middle of the bed wearing only her white lace panties and holding her blouse in front of her but as he reached her she said
“These are for you”
And let her blouse drop to reveal her beautiful naked confections.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (216) The Instructor
Tony Chester and Helen Gearing worked for O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, Tony in Shallowfield and Helen in Purplemere, and she had been trying to get in his trousers for two years but he had always resisted because he was happily married to Gemma and she gave him all the sex he could ever want.
Plus Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits.
His resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.
Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.
But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.
“What is it Helen?” he said sharply
“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied
“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently
“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”
He knew it was a ruse but his wife Gemma was at her sisters and he was horny as hell, so he weakened and agreed to come and help her.
She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.
“That’s convenient” he thought to himself
He pulled up behind her and got out
“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”
“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet
“Will the engine start?”
“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”
And when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked.
He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.
He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.
“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses
“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.
They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.
She was very moist and was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.
“Oh yes rub me Tony” she ordered “Rub me hard”
“Yes touch me there”
“Oooh do that”
“Oooh do this”
It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off.
And then after his fingering made her cum she moaned
“Kiss my pussy”
“Lick my pussy Tony”
“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car
“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”
And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.
“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.
Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.
He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home.
And when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.
He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.
“Good night Helen” he said and got back in his car and drove home.
As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Helen sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.
But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text
“Let’s do that again”
Plus Helen was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits.
His resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with the audit.
Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him.
But he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Helen.
“What is it Helen?” he said sharply
“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied
“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently
“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”
He knew it was a ruse but his wife Gemma was at her sisters and he was horny as hell, so he weakened and agreed to come and help her.
She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees separating it from the road.
“That’s convenient” he thought to himself
He pulled up behind her and got out
“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”
“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet
“Will the engine start?”
“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”
And when he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked.
He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.
He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.
“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses
“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.
They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.
She was very moist and was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.
“Oh yes rub me Tony” she ordered “Rub me hard”
“Yes touch me there”
“Oooh do that”
“Oooh do this”
It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off.
And then after his fingering made her cum she moaned
“Kiss my pussy”
“Lick my pussy Tony”
“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car
“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”
And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.
“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.
Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.
He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home.
And when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.
He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.
“Good night Helen” he said and got back in his car and drove home.
As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Helen sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.
But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text
“Let’s do that again”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (217) The Ginger Amazon with Lustful Intent
(Part 01)
They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.
Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.
He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.
“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said
“Ok”
They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.
But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.
She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.
Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.
In utter embarassment he retreated to his own tent nursing an erection but she pursued him and as it was her spectacular nakedness that contributed to his arousal she let him fuck her with his spectacular cock.
The following couple of days there was a little awkwardness between them, but not because they felt guilty for what they did.
The reason was simply that they wanted to do it again although neither of them knew how the other one felt.
On the third day most of the group were going on a coach trip to Abbottsford for the day, but the night before Sean tripped over on the way back from the pub and twisted his ankle, so he cried off and said he was going rest it for the day.
Daisy gave him a goody bag, containg a sandwich, crisps and a bottle of water then she kissed him good bye in the tent and told him to be good.
But Katie was standing behind Daisy and as he caught her gaze his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
Katie wasn’t going on the trip to Abbottsford because she and a girl called India were driving over to Sharpington instead.
Katie was originally from Sharpington and still had family in the town so she had planned to spend the day visiting them while India was meeting up with a girl she’d met the night before.
Katie knew in the second that she made eye contact with Sean that he wanted to play hide the jumbo sausage with the ginger amazon again, so as soon as she dropped India by the pier she drove back to Sharpinghead again, she could always spend the evening with her family instead.
(Part 02)
As soon as Daisy and the group left Sean went over to the shower block and made sure all his bits were clean, he was almost certain that Ginger Katie was going to put in an appearance at sometime during the day, he could see the lascivious look in her eyes when he was saying goodbye to Daisy, so much so that he’d had a semi ever since.
He returned showered and shaved to his tent and got himself ready and then he had an idea.
Katie got back to Maxlins camp site in double quick time and after parking the car she stopped at the washrooms to freshen up, applied make up and perfume and made her way to Seans tent.
She took a deep breath before she burst in through the flaps and said
“Surprise!”
But there was no one there, the tent was empty.
“Bollocks” she exclaimed and then she muttered under her breath as she trudged back towards her own tent
“I drive like a mad thing to get back here and no cock, I could be having tea and cake with my Aunt and not getting any cock, I didn’t need to drive all this way”
She went sulkily to her own tent and entered and found Sean lying in her sleeping bag.
“We’ve been waiting for you” he said and threw the sleeping bag open to reveal his naked body and his huge erect cock
“Oh gosh is that for me?” She asked indifferently
“Well if you don’t want it I’ll put it away again” he said
“Don’t you dare” she squeeled and scrambled over to him “Get him out again”
“I don’t think so” he said
“Why not?” she whined “I risked life and limb to get here to see that”
“You can see it again but there is a contition”
“What? what?” she asked excitedly
“Well you’ve seen mine so now I want to see yours” he said mimicking her words to him on the last occasion they got naked together
“I see its like that is it?” she said
“It is” he replied
“Ok so what do you want to see first?” she asked
“Your tits” he said
She slowly slipped of her dess so she was kneeling beside him in her bra and pants, the latter marked with a tell tale moist patch.
Katie reached behind her and unhooked her bra and as she slipped it off and threw it asisded her great round breasts swung in unison with her movement.
“Are they to your likng?” she asked innocently as she fondled the great round globes and then toyed with her semi aroused nipples
“Theyre lovely” he said “now show me your ginger minge”
Still kneeling down she pulled her big damp navy blue knickers down her thighs and revealed her spectacular ginger bush.
By that time his hand was inside the slepping bag and tugging slowly on his tool.
And then when she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, with big tits and a hairy bush.
“Perfect” he expressed
“So?” she asked
“So what?”
“Can I have it now?” she asked impatiently
“You can have it most of the day” he said
And threw open the sleeping bag “it all yours”
“Oh God I want it so bad” she purred and skewered her wet ginger pussy on his enormous cock.
They were part of a group of University friends camping on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead, just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford for their 3rd year.
Sean Hallows was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his cock.
He returned to the tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.
“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said
“Ok”
They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.
But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in anything at all really.
She was kneeling down hoisting a pair of big navy blue knickers up her thighs, other than that she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, her great round breasts swinging in unison with her movement, and a spectacular ginger bush which was the particular treasure that drew his attention.
Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.
In utter embarassment he retreated to his own tent nursing an erection but she pursued him and as it was her spectacular nakedness that contributed to his arousal she let him fuck her with his spectacular cock.
The following couple of days there was a little awkwardness between them, but not because they felt guilty for what they did.
The reason was simply that they wanted to do it again although neither of them knew how the other one felt.
On the third day most of the group were going on a coach trip to Abbottsford for the day, but the night before Sean tripped over on the way back from the pub and twisted his ankle, so he cried off and said he was going rest it for the day.
Daisy gave him a goody bag, containg a sandwich, crisps and a bottle of water then she kissed him good bye in the tent and told him to be good.
But Katie was standing behind Daisy and as he caught her gaze his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
Katie wasn’t going on the trip to Abbottsford because she and a girl called India were driving over to Sharpington instead.
Katie was originally from Sharpington and still had family in the town so she had planned to spend the day visiting them while India was meeting up with a girl she’d met the night before.
Katie knew in the second that she made eye contact with Sean that he wanted to play hide the jumbo sausage with the ginger amazon again, so as soon as she dropped India by the pier she drove back to Sharpinghead again, she could always spend the evening with her family instead.
(Part 02)
As soon as Daisy and the group left Sean went over to the shower block and made sure all his bits were clean, he was almost certain that Ginger Katie was going to put in an appearance at sometime during the day, he could see the lascivious look in her eyes when he was saying goodbye to Daisy, so much so that he’d had a semi ever since.
He returned showered and shaved to his tent and got himself ready and then he had an idea.
Katie got back to Maxlins camp site in double quick time and after parking the car she stopped at the washrooms to freshen up, applied make up and perfume and made her way to Seans tent.
She took a deep breath before she burst in through the flaps and said
“Surprise!”
But there was no one there, the tent was empty.
“Bollocks” she exclaimed and then she muttered under her breath as she trudged back towards her own tent
“I drive like a mad thing to get back here and no cock, I could be having tea and cake with my Aunt and not getting any cock, I didn’t need to drive all this way”
She went sulkily to her own tent and entered and found Sean lying in her sleeping bag.
“We’ve been waiting for you” he said and threw the sleeping bag open to reveal his naked body and his huge erect cock
“Oh gosh is that for me?” She asked indifferently
“Well if you don’t want it I’ll put it away again” he said
“Don’t you dare” she squeeled and scrambled over to him “Get him out again”
“I don’t think so” he said
“Why not?” she whined “I risked life and limb to get here to see that”
“You can see it again but there is a contition”
“What? what?” she asked excitedly
“Well you’ve seen mine so now I want to see yours” he said mimicking her words to him on the last occasion they got naked together
“I see its like that is it?” she said
“It is” he replied
“Ok so what do you want to see first?” she asked
“Your tits” he said
She slowly slipped of her dess so she was kneeling beside him in her bra and pants, the latter marked with a tell tale moist patch.
Katie reached behind her and unhooked her bra and as she slipped it off and threw it asisded her great round breasts swung in unison with her movement.
“Are they to your likng?” she asked innocently as she fondled the great round globes and then toyed with her semi aroused nipples
“Theyre lovely” he said “now show me your ginger minge”
Still kneeling down she pulled her big damp navy blue knickers down her thighs and revealed her spectacular ginger bush.
By that time his hand was inside the slepping bag and tugging slowly on his tool.
And then when she was completely naked, a gorgeous undulating pale skinned amazon, with big tits and a hairy bush.
“Perfect” he expressed
“So?” she asked
“So what?”
“Can I have it now?” she asked impatiently
“You can have it most of the day” he said
And threw open the sleeping bag “it all yours”
“Oh God I want it so bad” she purred and skewered her wet ginger pussy on his enormous cock.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (215) Teaching the Newbie
(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.
One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.
This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years 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.
It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Ellie Lopez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Denise’s girlfriend however she had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so she was on her own again, she loved Ellie and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny.
(Part 02)
It wasn’t always diligence though that kept Denise late at the Hotel, sometimes there were little distractions such as Ellie Lopez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Denise’s girlfriend however she had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so she was on her own again, she loved Ellie and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny.
So she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Ellie wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away so she didn’t feel any guilt.
She set her sights on the new girl Deborah Headey, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Blaire and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Denise whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.
What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Deb was as yet untarnished.
Denise had had a lot of lover but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.
She decided to take the unpresented step of training Debbie herself and was roundly praised for it.
What they didn’t realize however was that the training Denise had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping.
Because she had noticed Deborah looking at her a number of times she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon.
So underneath her overall she wore a skin tight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.
She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.
Once inside the room Denise went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.
Denise then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top.
And when Deborah saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Denise’s nipples.
After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Deborah staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.
“Have you seen enough?” Denise asked
“Erm sorry” Deb responded
“That didn’t answer my question” Denise barked
“No, sorry”
“Ok let me ask you another question” she said “Would you like to see more?”
“What?” Deborah replied and gulped
“Would you like to see more?” Denise asked
“Yes” she gasped
“Good, undress me then” she ordered
“What?”
“Undress me” she repeated
“Yes Miss Adams” she said meekly “What should I take off?”
“What would you like to take off?”
“Everything” she replied quietly
“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes
“I have to do it” Deborah said sharply and walked towards her.
Deborah was taller than Denise by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers and they consumed every inch of Denise’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.
She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.
(Part 03)
Deborah dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Denise’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.
“Can I kick it away?” Denise asked
“Yes Miss Adams” she replied and without taking her eyes off Denise’s crotch she pulled down each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.
Debs hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Denise’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.
“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.
Denise kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy.
She put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Deborah rubbed her face in the coarse hair.
“Do you like my scent?” she asked
“Hmmm” Deb responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Denise pushed her away;
“No touching” she said “Not yet”
In response Debora sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.
“Now it’s your turn” she said
“Yes Miss Adams” Deborah said very childlike and stood up
Denise also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Debs uniform as she fidgeted in front of her.
And when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.
As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes.
The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Denise back so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly
“I want to do it”
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Denise watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Deb let the pink lingerie fall away Denise said
“Lovely”
Deborah kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.
Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy
“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.
“Is it time for touching now?” Deborah pleaded
“You want to do it now?” she asked
“Oh yes Miss Adams” she replied
“Come here then” Denise said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her
“Wow” Deborah said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.
“Did you like that?”
“Oh yes”
“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.
Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Denise said
“An encouraging beginning Deborah, but I think extra training will be necessary”
“Thank you Miss Adams, I’ll do it anytime”
“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Denise remarked
“I’m very willing Miss Adams” Deborah replied
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.
One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.
This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years 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.
It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Ellie Lopez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Denise’s girlfriend however she had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so she was on her own again, she loved Ellie and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny.
(Part 02)
It wasn’t always diligence though that kept Denise late at the Hotel, sometimes there were little distractions such as Ellie Lopez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Denise’s girlfriend however she had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so she was on her own again, she loved Ellie and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny.
So she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Ellie wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away so she didn’t feel any guilt.
She set her sights on the new girl Deborah Headey, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Blaire and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Denise whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.
What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Deb was as yet untarnished.
Denise had had a lot of lover but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.
She decided to take the unpresented step of training Debbie herself and was roundly praised for it.
What they didn’t realize however was that the training Denise had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping.
Because she had noticed Deborah looking at her a number of times she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon.
So underneath her overall she wore a skin tight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.
She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.
Once inside the room Denise went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.
Denise then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top.
And when Deborah saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Denise’s nipples.
After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Deborah staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.
“Have you seen enough?” Denise asked
“Erm sorry” Deb responded
“That didn’t answer my question” Denise barked
“No, sorry”
“Ok let me ask you another question” she said “Would you like to see more?”
“What?” Deborah replied and gulped
“Would you like to see more?” Denise asked
“Yes” she gasped
“Good, undress me then” she ordered
“What?”
“Undress me” she repeated
“Yes Miss Adams” she said meekly “What should I take off?”
“What would you like to take off?”
“Everything” she replied quietly
“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes
“I have to do it” Deborah said sharply and walked towards her.
Deborah was taller than Denise by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers and they consumed every inch of Denise’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.
She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.
(Part 03)
Deborah dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Denise’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.
“Can I kick it away?” Denise asked
“Yes Miss Adams” she replied and without taking her eyes off Denise’s crotch she pulled down each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.
Debs hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Denise’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.
“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.
Denise kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy.
She put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Deborah rubbed her face in the coarse hair.
“Do you like my scent?” she asked
“Hmmm” Deb responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Denise pushed her away;
“No touching” she said “Not yet”
In response Debora sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.
“Now it’s your turn” she said
“Yes Miss Adams” Deborah said very childlike and stood up
Denise also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Debs uniform as she fidgeted in front of her.
And when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.
As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes.
The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Denise back so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly
“I want to do it”
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Denise watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Deb let the pink lingerie fall away Denise said
“Lovely”
Deborah kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.
Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy
“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.
“Is it time for touching now?” Deborah pleaded
“You want to do it now?” she asked
“Oh yes Miss Adams” she replied
“Come here then” Denise said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her
“Wow” Deborah said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.
“Did you like that?”
“Oh yes”
“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.
Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Denise said
“An encouraging beginning Deborah, but I think extra training will be necessary”
“Thank you Miss Adams, I’ll do it anytime”
“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Denise remarked
“I’m very willing Miss Adams” Deborah replied
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