Winston Philips was a 27 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and for the last couple of weeks things had been quite quiet for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks.
The other reason life was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.
While he was in the bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his house on Sunday night.
Although if truth be told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be bare arsed when she got there.
Saturday, 1 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (260) Yacht Club Rules
It was a beautiful summer day when Commander James Pendlebury drove towards the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.
He was on his way to buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.
He parked the car and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the office of Ivana Tombs.
Ivana was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking person by any means.
He knocked on the door and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.
“Come” it uttered
So he went,
“Good morning Miss Tombs and how are you today?”
“What do you want Commander?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain his good mood he persevered.
“A ticket for the big bash please Miss Tombs”
“Do you by any chance mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked
“Yes that’s the one” he replied
“Just the one ticket?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me” he replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”
“£90” she said getting up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.
James made no effort to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past him and rub her pert little arse against his cock.
When she had got through the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus planting her plump little arse cheek right into his waiting hand.
His position was perfect and her right buttock reversed right against his palm so he gave it a prolonged squeeze.
“For goodness sake Commander Pendlebury” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Tombs, truly I am”
“£90” she snapped
He took out his wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Tombs and thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
But before he got to the door Miss Tombs got there first
“Just a word before you go Commander” she said quietly and grabbed his cock and balls “If you do get lucky at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll be wearing this lot as a necklace”
“You can have it right now if you want Ivana” he offered
“As much as I would like you to fuck me over my desk” she said stroking his cock more than squeezing “alas some of us have to work for a living”
“Well I think people who use the word “alas” definitely need to be bent over the desk” he said “so little Miss tight arse, what’s it to be”
“Little Miss tight arse?” she said “Did you just call me Miss tight arse?”
“I did” he said
“Right follow me” Ivana said and led him into the executive toilet.
He was on his way to buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.
He parked the car and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the office of Ivana Tombs.
Ivana was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking person by any means.
He knocked on the door and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.
“Come” it uttered
So he went,
“Good morning Miss Tombs and how are you today?”
“What do you want Commander?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain his good mood he persevered.
“A ticket for the big bash please Miss Tombs”
“Do you by any chance mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked
“Yes that’s the one” he replied
“Just the one ticket?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me” he replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”
“£90” she said getting up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.
James made no effort to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past him and rub her pert little arse against his cock.
When she had got through the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus planting her plump little arse cheek right into his waiting hand.
His position was perfect and her right buttock reversed right against his palm so he gave it a prolonged squeeze.
“For goodness sake Commander Pendlebury” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Tombs, truly I am”
“£90” she snapped
He took out his wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Tombs and thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
But before he got to the door Miss Tombs got there first
“Just a word before you go Commander” she said quietly and grabbed his cock and balls “If you do get lucky at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll be wearing this lot as a necklace”
“You can have it right now if you want Ivana” he offered
“As much as I would like you to fuck me over my desk” she said stroking his cock more than squeezing “alas some of us have to work for a living”
“Well I think people who use the word “alas” definitely need to be bent over the desk” he said “so little Miss tight arse, what’s it to be”
“Little Miss tight arse?” she said “Did you just call me Miss tight arse?”
“I did” he said
“Right follow me” Ivana said and led him into the executive toilet.
Friday, 30 June 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (259) In the Club
David Byers was a thrice married and thrice divorced retired gentleman of leisure, 55 years of age and everything still in full working order, and he divided his time equally between the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club and the Sharpington Head Yacht Club.
Whichever venue it was he could normally be found in the bar or the restaurant and he was seldom alone.
Maureen Godfrey was in her late 30s and was a hardworking waitress at the Golf Club and was well aware of David abilities as she had been on the receiving end of them on more than one occasion.
“Good afternoon ladies” she said addressing the two 50 somethings, Helen Calkin and Katrina Laslett, sitting either side of him.
“And gentleman” she added in a tone that made it perfectly clear that she didn’t thing he was.
“It’s nice to see you keeping such respectable company for a change” then to the ladies again she added
“I hope he’s not leading you astray, he has such a lot of bad habits”
Helen blushed and Katrina gave him a knowing smile.
Maureen then gave him a look that said just stick with the old birds and behave yourself until I get off duty.
What she didn’t know of course was just how badly the two respectable old birds could behave given very little encouragement.
Katrina was at that very moment playing with his cock underneath the table and Helen was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat due to wet underwear rendered so as a result of David shagging her in the woods beside the 15th fairway.
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and having received head from Katrina in the front seat of her BMW he was feeling a little jaded so he decided to head for home to Highfinch and a long afternoon nap to recharge the batteries before he had to entertain the lovely Maureen for the evening.
Whichever venue it was he could normally be found in the bar or the restaurant and he was seldom alone.
Maureen Godfrey was in her late 30s and was a hardworking waitress at the Golf Club and was well aware of David abilities as she had been on the receiving end of them on more than one occasion.
“Good afternoon ladies” she said addressing the two 50 somethings, Helen Calkin and Katrina Laslett, sitting either side of him.
“And gentleman” she added in a tone that made it perfectly clear that she didn’t thing he was.
“It’s nice to see you keeping such respectable company for a change” then to the ladies again she added
“I hope he’s not leading you astray, he has such a lot of bad habits”
Helen blushed and Katrina gave him a knowing smile.
Maureen then gave him a look that said just stick with the old birds and behave yourself until I get off duty.
What she didn’t know of course was just how badly the two respectable old birds could behave given very little encouragement.
Katrina was at that very moment playing with his cock underneath the table and Helen was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat due to wet underwear rendered so as a result of David shagging her in the woods beside the 15th fairway.
So after a very nice lunch in very pleasant company, and having received head from Katrina in the front seat of her BMW he was feeling a little jaded so he decided to head for home to Highfinch and a long afternoon nap to recharge the batteries before he had to entertain the lovely Maureen for the evening.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (258) Guilty Secret
(Part 01)
As Mike Guglielmi crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.
He also noticed she was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a stirring in his pants.
He guessed she was probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.
He quickened his stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” he thought
He had lunch alone at the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was a few feet away he said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Francesca jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”
Francesca didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Frankie” he entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”
“You don’t understand” She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”
“Then why?” Mike asked but she didn’t respond
“Francesca?”
“Because I liked it” she barked
“I liked it because it was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”
Francesca paused and then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Frankie?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was standing by her car when he caught up with her.
“Do you mean it?” he asked but his question met with silence
“Francesca?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
(Part 02)
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change.
She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked
She reddened and then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember?” he asked
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your beauty beneath it”
Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car and her pubis.
They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just as her breaths began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said
“I won’t I promise” she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his trousers.
As he walked back towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next would need to be carefully planned.
“Very carefully indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good I want you to take me to the woods again, please” she said
“And I want to take you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”
“So much for careful planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.
As Mike Guglielmi crossed the high street in Shallowfield he caught sight of Francesca Patrington sitting alone at one of the tables outside Addison Café.
He also noticed she was wearing the same summer outfit she had on when they made love in the Dancingdean woods up by Cooper’s Folly, and the thought of that day caused a stirring in his pants.
He guessed she was probably enjoying a coffee while waiting for a friend.
He quickened his stride and as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” he thought
He had lunch alone at the pub and enjoyed a couple of leisurely pints while he read the paper and subsequently it was midafternoon when he stepped back out into the sun, and as he did so he spotted Francesca again this time in the pub carpark, so he approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again and when Mike was a few feet away he said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Francesca jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected him
“I think you have,” he repeated “why?”
Francesca didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Frankie” he entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Frankie, I seduced you remember, it wasn’t you’re choice”
“You don’t understand” She said “I don’t feel guilty because it happened”
“Then why?” Mike asked but she didn’t respond
“Francesca?”
“Because I liked it” she barked
“I liked it because it was so dirty, I liked it because it was so exciting”
Francesca paused and then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away towards her car, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone again, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Frankie?” he called but she kept going so he pressed on after her instead and Francesca was standing by her car when he caught up with her.
“Do you mean it?” he asked but his question met with silence
“Francesca?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
(Part 02)
“Because I’m a wife and a mother” she retorted and then added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now he thought, her husband spent more time on the Golf course or in the club house than he did with his gorgeous wife.
He believed Francesca was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be, and it was in his power to change.
She opened the hatchback and was about to put her shopping in the boot; but he put his right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” he asked
She reddened and then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember?” he asked
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” she screamed and started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” he said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” he said “It excites me too, I think of you, in that outfit, and your beauty beneath it”
Francesca squeezed his hand and he continued
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped and squeezed his hand again and then lent forward pinning it between the car and her pubis.
They didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong as he rubbed his thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and he watched her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and her tongue lightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just as her breaths began to deepen a group of pub customers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She threw her shopping quickly in the boot and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me again?” he said
“I won’t I promise” she said and then she drove away, he would look out for her tomorrow and see what could be done, he certainly hadn’t had enough of Mrs. Patrington and the recollection of their last sexual tryst brought a distinct lump to his trousers.
As he walked back towards home Mike ran various scenarios through his head of where and when he might enjoy her again, the first occasion was a chance meeting but the next would need to be carefully planned.
“Very carefully indeed” he muttered under his breath and then was snapped out of his deliberations by the sound of a car horn.
When he turned around to investigate the source of the sound he discovered it was Francesca, who had pulled up alongside him.
“Hello” he said “I was just thinking, about you, about us”
“Good I want you to take me to the woods again, please” she said
“And I want to take you” he retorted “When did you have in mind?”
“Right now” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” she yelled “Get in the bloody car”
“So much for careful planning” Mike said to himself as he walked around to the other side and got in the car.
And after a short tense ride in the car up to a secluded part of the Dancingdean Forest Francesca had a longer stress relieving ride in the woods.
Choice Tales from the Vale – (257) Intensive Care
(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands however Linda also relished one on ones with him and he with her.
Such as the morning she arrived home after being trapped in Abbottsford for most of the night due to a blizzard, a blizzard in which Nigel crashed his car in a ditch, and had Celeste not gone in search of him in her Cherokee he may well have died of exposure.
(Part 02)
It was about 6 am and Celeste was still sitting on Nigel’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.
“We need to get a wriggle on”
“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly “I have to be at the surgery in two hours”
Just at that moment Linda appeared at the door and enquired
“What’s all this then?” she enquired with hands on hips
“We’ve been raising the dead” Nigel said and Celeste giggled
“Oh great while I’ve been stuck in Abbottsford all night you two have been playing hide the sausage” she snapped
“It’s not like that” he said indignantly “I nearly died”
“Well you don’t look close to death” she remarked
“That’s because the good Doctor performed her special form of CPR”
He replied
“I thawed out his popsicle” she said smugly “Dr Hanley strikes again”
“I suppose you’re very pleased with yourself” Linda said to Celeste
“Well I do have a reputation to preserve” she said
“I have a reputation as well,” Linda said indignantly as she pulled Celeste’s big knickers and leggings off her feet.
“Yes you do darling” she said and kissed her then she turned and gave him the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly into the bathroom.
She returned a minute or so later and took Linda by the hand and said
“Come on sexy you can come and wash my bits”
“Oh alright” Linda agreed enthusiastically
“And Nigel can put the kettle on while I bring you to the boil” Celeste said
While Linda and Celeste were busy getting clean and dirty at the same time Nigel went downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on and he was sitting at the kitchen table when the pair of lusty medics appeared, Celeste was dressed for work and Linda was wearing a bath robe.
Celeste picked up one of the drinks from the table and sat down and Linda dropped a pile of dirty laundry in front of washing machine
“These will definitely need washing” Nigel said holding up Celeste’s big practical passion killer knickers
“Yes they’re very damp” Celeste agreed and giggled and then when Linda took them from his hand and held them to her nose and they both blushed.
About half an hour later Nigel announced that he needed to lie down and Celeste said
“I have to get to the surgery, my patients need me, and they are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” Linda said, “Why do you have to go?”
“Cheeky cow” Celeste said and tried to clip her round the ear, but she dodged the blow and high fived Nigel.
Celeste then kissed them both good bye and Nigel went upstairs to her bed where he lay down, still wrapped in towels, and promptly fell asleep.
(Part 03)
Linda spent an hour downstairs doing laundry and tidying the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get some sleep, she was exhausted after being up all night, but when she saw Nigel lying semi exposed on the bed she thought another half an hour of wakefulness wouldn’t kill her.
So she sat on the bed beside him and began loosening the bath sheets wrapped around him and by the time he was naked his eyes were open and she poked his limp dick with her forefinger.
“Oh dear you appear to have had a relapse” she said
“So what do you intend to do about it?” Nigel asked
Linda leant towards Nigel and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek and she put her hand on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
“I’m going to prove that a nurse can raise the dead too” Linda said as she was handling his stiffening cock.
Which went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds as her mouth went to work on his cock with the same expertise he had come to expect.
“Oh Linda” he uttered as she worked diligently on him which was toe curling-ly divine, she had one hand on the base of his shaft while the other started rubbing her slit
After she had teased and toyed him to the point of bliss on countless occasions she suddenly sat up on the bed, and looking him directly in the eye she sucked the grease off her finger before she undid the belt of her robe, so it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Linda then climbed astride him and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down his shaft, Nigel let out a gasp and Linda released a long soft moaning sigh.
Celeste returned to the house in the middle of the afternoon and found Linda and Nigel cuddled up in bed, Linda was fast asleep but Nigel’s eyes were open and he smiled when he saw her.
“Have you two been having fun?” she whispered
“Just a little” he replied and slipped out of bed and kissed followed Celeste out of the room and kissed her on the landing.
“While you’ve been spending the day shagging my girlfriend I sorted your car out”
“In what way?” he asked
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car to the garage” She said
“In that case” he said “after dinner I’ll be shagging Linda’s girlfriend”
“Well go and get some pants on and you can help me in the kitchen”
Celeste suggested and Nigel looked at her blankly so she went on to explain.
“The sooner we eat dinner the sooner I get desert”
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands however Linda also relished one on ones with him and he with her.
Such as the morning she arrived home after being trapped in Abbottsford for most of the night due to a blizzard, a blizzard in which Nigel crashed his car in a ditch, and had Celeste not gone in search of him in her Cherokee he may well have died of exposure.
(Part 02)
It was about 6 am and Celeste was still sitting on Nigel’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.
“We need to get a wriggle on”
“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly “I have to be at the surgery in two hours”
Just at that moment Linda appeared at the door and enquired
“What’s all this then?” she enquired with hands on hips
“We’ve been raising the dead” Nigel said and Celeste giggled
“Oh great while I’ve been stuck in Abbottsford all night you two have been playing hide the sausage” she snapped
“It’s not like that” he said indignantly “I nearly died”
“Well you don’t look close to death” she remarked
“That’s because the good Doctor performed her special form of CPR”
He replied
“I thawed out his popsicle” she said smugly “Dr Hanley strikes again”
“I suppose you’re very pleased with yourself” Linda said to Celeste
“Well I do have a reputation to preserve” she said
“I have a reputation as well,” Linda said indignantly as she pulled Celeste’s big knickers and leggings off her feet.
“Yes you do darling” she said and kissed her then she turned and gave him the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly into the bathroom.
She returned a minute or so later and took Linda by the hand and said
“Come on sexy you can come and wash my bits”
“Oh alright” Linda agreed enthusiastically
“And Nigel can put the kettle on while I bring you to the boil” Celeste said
While Linda and Celeste were busy getting clean and dirty at the same time Nigel went downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on and he was sitting at the kitchen table when the pair of lusty medics appeared, Celeste was dressed for work and Linda was wearing a bath robe.
Celeste picked up one of the drinks from the table and sat down and Linda dropped a pile of dirty laundry in front of washing machine
“These will definitely need washing” Nigel said holding up Celeste’s big practical passion killer knickers
“Yes they’re very damp” Celeste agreed and giggled and then when Linda took them from his hand and held them to her nose and they both blushed.
About half an hour later Nigel announced that he needed to lie down and Celeste said
“I have to get to the surgery, my patients need me, and they are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” Linda said, “Why do you have to go?”
“Cheeky cow” Celeste said and tried to clip her round the ear, but she dodged the blow and high fived Nigel.
Celeste then kissed them both good bye and Nigel went upstairs to her bed where he lay down, still wrapped in towels, and promptly fell asleep.
(Part 03)
Linda spent an hour downstairs doing laundry and tidying the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get some sleep, she was exhausted after being up all night, but when she saw Nigel lying semi exposed on the bed she thought another half an hour of wakefulness wouldn’t kill her.
So she sat on the bed beside him and began loosening the bath sheets wrapped around him and by the time he was naked his eyes were open and she poked his limp dick with her forefinger.
“Oh dear you appear to have had a relapse” she said
“So what do you intend to do about it?” Nigel asked
Linda leant towards Nigel and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek and she put her hand on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
“I’m going to prove that a nurse can raise the dead too” Linda said as she was handling his stiffening cock.
Which went from stiffening to bone hard in seconds as her mouth went to work on his cock with the same expertise he had come to expect.
“Oh Linda” he uttered as she worked diligently on him which was toe curling-ly divine, she had one hand on the base of his shaft while the other started rubbing her slit
After she had teased and toyed him to the point of bliss on countless occasions she suddenly sat up on the bed, and looking him directly in the eye she sucked the grease off her finger before she undid the belt of her robe, so it fell open briefly before she dropped the towelling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Linda then climbed astride him and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down his shaft, Nigel let out a gasp and Linda released a long soft moaning sigh.
Celeste returned to the house in the middle of the afternoon and found Linda and Nigel cuddled up in bed, Linda was fast asleep but Nigel’s eyes were open and he smiled when he saw her.
“Have you two been having fun?” she whispered
“Just a little” he replied and slipped out of bed and kissed followed Celeste out of the room and kissed her on the landing.
“While you’ve been spending the day shagging my girlfriend I sorted your car out”
“In what way?” he asked
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car to the garage” She said
“In that case” he said “after dinner I’ll be shagging Linda’s girlfriend”
“Well go and get some pants on and you can help me in the kitchen”
Celeste suggested and Nigel looked at her blankly so she went on to explain.
“The sooner we eat dinner the sooner I get desert”
Choice Tales from the Vale – (256) Naughty on any Level
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Bronwyn Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more intimate.
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
On that day Sharon was very down and begged Bronwyn to flick her off and she reluctantly agreed.
Well reluctant isn’t quite the right word, it wasn’t an unusual request, she was often asked, begged, for her intimate tender touch, by men and women and for the majority of times she was happy to oblige.
Because one important fact to remember about Bronwyn Pond was that she played for both teams.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Grogan got out.
“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Bronwyn said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”
“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied
“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Grogan said
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
She said her goodbyes to Mrs Grogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.
Although she was often willing to accommodate the relief of patient’s urges, which she looked upon as purely medicinal, there she always drew a line.
She never, no matter what the circumstances accommodated family or friends of the patient.
But Toms mum wasn’t her patient anymore, so she pressed the hold button.
“Thanks” he said
“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend
“Good” he replied
“I bet you are” she thought as she looked him up and down, fingering Sharon might well have brought her some relief but it had left Bronwyn very horny.
So she began flirting with him which was when the lift started rattling and shaking and then came to an abrupt halt and threw the pair of them into one corner.
“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.
Bronwyn was stood in the corner facing the wall like a naughty child, which was quite appropriate under the circumstances as she had her uniform rucked up around her waist and her tights halfway down her thighs while the bulk of her knickers were up the crease of her arse and her curly blonde pubes were clearly visible as was her pink oozing pussy.
Tom had just withdrawn his sticky dick from wet oozing minge and was in the process of putting it away.
“That was so good” she said “and so bad” and she almost purred,
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said and gently slapped her bare arse.
“Me too” she panted and the lift started moving again.
By the time they had reached the ground floor she had redressed and was the picture of respectability again.
The only downside was that she had to complete the rest of her round with very wet knickers.
“C'est la vie” she thought to herself and smiled
One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.
When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.
She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.
Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.
Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.
Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”
“Just be supportive” she said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”
Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
On that day Sharon was very down and begged Bronwyn to flick her off and she reluctantly agreed.
Well reluctant isn’t quite the right word, it wasn’t an unusual request, she was often asked, begged, for her intimate tender touch, by men and women and for the majority of times she was happy to oblige.
Because one important fact to remember about Bronwyn Pond was that she played for both teams.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Grogan got out.
“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Bronwyn said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”
“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied
“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Grogan said
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
She said her goodbyes to Mrs Grogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.
Although she was often willing to accommodate the relief of patient’s urges, which she looked upon as purely medicinal, there she always drew a line.
She never, no matter what the circumstances accommodated family or friends of the patient.
But Toms mum wasn’t her patient anymore, so she pressed the hold button.
“Thanks” he said
“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend
“Good” he replied
“I bet you are” she thought as she looked him up and down, fingering Sharon might well have brought her some relief but it had left Bronwyn very horny.
So she began flirting with him which was when the lift started rattling and shaking and then came to an abrupt halt and threw the pair of them into one corner.
“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.
Bronwyn was stood in the corner facing the wall like a naughty child, which was quite appropriate under the circumstances as she had her uniform rucked up around her waist and her tights halfway down her thighs while the bulk of her knickers were up the crease of her arse and her curly blonde pubes were clearly visible as was her pink oozing pussy.
Tom had just withdrawn his sticky dick from wet oozing minge and was in the process of putting it away.
“That was so good” she said “and so bad” and she almost purred,
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said and gently slapped her bare arse.
“Me too” she panted and the lift started moving again.
By the time they had reached the ground floor she had redressed and was the picture of respectability again.
The only downside was that she had to complete the rest of her round with very wet knickers.
“C'est la vie” she thought to herself and smiled
Choice Tales from the Vale – (255) Cougarville
In the busy market town of Childean divorced fifty something sisters Jackie Griffith and Janet McGee were prowling Cougars who preyed on unsuspecting lotharios who themselves preyed on young unsuspecting girls.
One such lothario was 30 year old Michael Lloyd who used his younger half-sister Emma to befriend his target and give him an icebreaker.
Emma was uncomfortable doing it but Michael completely controlled her.
But that was all set to change when Michael aimed her in the direction of Jackie’s daughter Terri.
Theresa Griffiths was a third year at Abbottsford University and was a year younger than Emma and when they met they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before Michael made his move.
They were sitting at the bar in the Blue Jay Club on Friday night when he sidled up to them
“Hello sis” he said and kissed her “Fancy finding you here”
“Yes fancy” she said “This is my friend Terri”
Which was Michaels cue to pour on the charm while plying her with drink while remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her.
What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said
“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only round the corner”
“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”
“Yes I do” she said
“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug
“I like to dominate” Terri purred as they walked into the house
“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”
“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him “now get undressed”
He quickly complied and strutted around the room showing of his physique and his sizable penis.
“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.
“Your turn” he said
“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.
Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him
“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called
“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Jackie said
“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”
“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Jackie and this is my sister Janet”
“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”
“She not here” Janet replied
“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled
“I know, you were hoping to get your end into my daughter” Jackie retorted
“Which was never going to happen” Jackie added “and furthermore she’s currently moistening her finger in your sister Emma”
The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in full black silk and lace regalia accompanied by wicked grins.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Jackie knelt down by the chair.
“Oh I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.
“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested
“Oh you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth while Janet un popped the crotch of her teddy.
“So much for being dried up” she said as her finger went between her lips and came out wet, very wet.
Then she made him lick her juice off her finger.
“I’m begging you to stop” he said
“You say that” Janet said as she watched her sister going about her task “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”
One such lothario was 30 year old Michael Lloyd who used his younger half-sister Emma to befriend his target and give him an icebreaker.
Emma was uncomfortable doing it but Michael completely controlled her.
But that was all set to change when Michael aimed her in the direction of Jackie’s daughter Terri.
Theresa Griffiths was a third year at Abbottsford University and was a year younger than Emma and when they met they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before Michael made his move.
They were sitting at the bar in the Blue Jay Club on Friday night when he sidled up to them
“Hello sis” he said and kissed her “Fancy finding you here”
“Yes fancy” she said “This is my friend Terri”
Which was Michaels cue to pour on the charm while plying her with drink while remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her.
What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said
“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only round the corner”
“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”
“Yes I do” she said
“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug
“I like to dominate” Terri purred as they walked into the house
“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”
“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him “now get undressed”
He quickly complied and strutted around the room showing of his physique and his sizable penis.
“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.
“Your turn” he said
“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.
Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him
“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called
“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Jackie said
“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”
“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Jackie and this is my sister Janet”
“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”
“She not here” Janet replied
“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled
“I know, you were hoping to get your end into my daughter” Jackie retorted
“Which was never going to happen” Jackie added “and furthermore she’s currently moistening her finger in your sister Emma”
The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in full black silk and lace regalia accompanied by wicked grins.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Jackie knelt down by the chair.
“Oh I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.
“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested
“Oh you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth while Janet un popped the crotch of her teddy.
“So much for being dried up” she said as her finger went between her lips and came out wet, very wet.
Then she made him lick her juice off her finger.
“I’m begging you to stop” he said
“You say that” Janet said as she watched her sister going about her task “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”
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