Choice Tales from the Vale – (283) Dirty Nurse

Ben Adams was in the kitchen preparing supper when there was a knock at the front door and he opened, it a few minutes before seven, he found the diminutive figure of Nurse Dakota Samson standing on the doorstep in the cold night air.

“Come in” he urged her “you don’t have to knock”

“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.

“I’ll bare that in mind for the future” he said, and she smiled

 

While she was upstairs attending to his mother he was in the kitchen washing up at the sink, so he didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did he hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind him.

In fact, the first time he knew she was standing behind him was when she slipped her arms around him and began to unfasten his belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on his jeans and tug down the zip and before he could blink she had his trousers and pants around his knees and her hands were on his cock.

After a minute or two Dakota steered him around, so he was facing her from where she could kiss him and at the same time grab his cock in a more meaningful way.

Pretty little Dakota had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed to and it was rather refreshing.

Nonetheless he reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss him while he yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.

Ben slid him hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which he caressed and squeezed, before he seated her on the table, so he could completely remove her pants and tights, then he sat down on the chair, which placed him perfectly between her white skinny thighs, and he was about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed his head back.

“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to his lap, and as she kissed him hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of his mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled her hot tight cunny around his cock, her hot breath filling her mouth as she moaned and slid down on him.

 

She rode him hard, pumping her tight pussy down on him until she came hard and he followed.

“Mmmm” Dakota exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him.

They stayed like that for a minute or so then she was on the move and released his cock from its syrupy tomb with a pleasurable sigh, and then he took her to his bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (282) Lusty Doctor

Dave Goodwin had been conducting an affair with his sister in law Kayleigh Channing for over a year and she was a very sexual being and could be turned on at the drop of a hat, but when there was an element of danger she was insatiable.

The Goodwin’s and the Channing’s were all Doctors at the same practice in Northchapel and they all lived in the nearby village of Eastchapel.

 

In the depths of winter, the Channing’s found themselves without any central heating after their boiler died and had to spend a week in the spare room at the Goodwin’s, and the close proximity to Dave made Kayleigh very horny.

 

Dave was in his bedroom just about to pull up his trousers when Kayleigh pushed open the door and stood staring.

“Can I help you?” he asked

“Oh yes, any time” she answered with a leer as he completed the task and walked towards the door

“That will have to wait until later” he said with regret and kissed her.

They had the perfect opportunity for some satisfying sex as they had the house to themselves, his wife Val was on her way to hospital with a patient who had suffered a stroke and her husband Phil was in Abbottsford at a seminar, unfortunately he had been called out himself to an elderly patient in a nursing home, a task made all the more onerous as his car was in the garage so he was going to get a cab.

But as he passed her in the doorway she put her car keys in his hand

“This will get you back here quicker” she said, and they kissed again.

 

It was a fairly routine visit and what the patient needed were his reassuring words rather than his medical expertise, but he was there for more than an hour regardless, so he was pleased to be able to get into Kayleigh’s car at the end of the visit rather than wait for a cab.

 

He was suitably horny on the journey home with thoughts of his sister in law ready willing and able in an empty house, and he was seriously aroused by the time he pulled onto the drive, and he was pleased to see his wife hadn’t returned home yet.

In his absence Kayleigh had kept herself warmed up with the contents of her toy box and when he walked along the landing the sight that greeted him, through the open spare room door, was of the naked figure of Kayleigh, still brandishing one of her sex toys, as she lay draped on the spare room bed.

 

A few hours later Dave was woken by the alarm on his phone, he had set it, so he could get up and return to his own bed before Val returned home from the hospital.

He silenced the alarm and quietly and carefully tried to slip out of the bed unnoticed.

But as he sat on the edge and prepared to stand up she hooked her arm around his waist and pulled him back under the covers.

“I have to go,” he protested

“Come first, and then go,” she insisted.

 

After obliging his lusty sister in laws request he crossed the landing and slipped into his own bed only a few minutes before Val returned home, as he lay there he feigned sleep and hoped that she wasn’t going to make demands on him because he had nothing left to give, but he needn’t have worried as she just got quietly into bed and was snoring within a minute.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (281) Cash and Carry Day

Sally was literally the girl next door and when her mother died, Adrian made himself available as a shoulder to cry on which she was grateful for, but he soon extended that to include a lap for her to straddle, which it turned out she was equally grateful for. Sally worked for Stephenson’s Corner Shop in Applesford, where she was the assistant manager, but when the manager broke his leg, she got a temporary promotion to Manager. As part of her duties was stocking the shop, most of which came from Stephenson’s Distribution Centre, but all the smaller shops were permitted to stock a small range of non-standard products from the Cash and Carry, however it was also her job to drive to the store and buy everything she wanted. She had a van at her disposal for just that purpose but for the first time she wanted company, for moral support, so she asked Adrian and he said yes. The Cash and Carry was an amazing place, neither of them had ever been to one before, and it was like an Aladdin’s cave of goodies. But Sally’s excitement didn’t last as long as his did, as she was there for work and she was nervous and anxious and so she was not in as good a humour as she was when they first arrived. They finished the shopping and loaded the stock into the van and exited the car park just as it started to rain, and the sky had grown really dark and thunder cracked in the distance. On the journey the rain fell ever harder, until the wipers could barely cope so Sally pulled into a convenient lay-by to wait for the rain to abate. She had barely applied the handbrake when the thunderstorm took hold, and as the thunder boomed overhead Sally screamed and lurched towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, and showed no signs of letting go, so quite naturally Adrian took full advantage of the situation and began nibbling her ear. “That’s not the reason I stopped here,” she said weekly, but that was the sum total of her resistance as moments later he had her sweater off, and her bra unhooked, but when he was unzipping her jeans thunder clapped loudly overhead again and a HGV roared loudly into the lay-by and Sally was spooked and she quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen, but he knew the driver couldn’t see into the front of the van any more than they could see into the HGV cab. But Sally wasn’t having any of that, which meant he wasn’t going to be having any of her, so as quickly as it was possible to do he opened the passenger door and got out, then he opened the side door before reaching back into the cab and grabbing Sally and unceremoniously bundling her through the side door in amongst the assortment of Cash and Carry boxes, before he climbed in after her and closed the door behind him. With an excited giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and then set about doing the same to him, and when they were both naked she settled back on a case of BBQ Charcoal with her legs spread wide and her juicy pussy invitingly on display and soon after she was making some delicious sounds and the van was rocking, and it continued to rock until she came hard and loud and thunder boomed overhead as if to punctuate their passion. When they returned to the village after a rattling good shag in the back of the Stephenson’s shop van, Sally was in much higher spirits after their adventure in the lay-by than she was before it. So, he parked the truck by the back door to the shop and got out and went around to the passenger side and helped Sally step down and while he did that he managed to slip a hand up her sweater and even un-cupped one perky little tit before her feet hit the floor. “Thank you Jack” she said “but you’re only supposed to take my hand” “I’ll remember that for next time” he said “And try to change my ways” “Don’t you dare” she said “just keep doing what you’re doing”

Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 24

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Are you looking for someone perchance?
To partner in physical love’s erotic dance
It doesn’t matter to any of us though
If you just want to go at it with gusto
Maybe you have a penchant for a tart?
One of easy virtue but one with a heart
Or do you hanker more for a nympho
A raver to satisfy your burning libido
Does your bent lean towards a temptress
Or someone you can use as a mattress
No I think you look for more from your life
You are looking for a girl to be your wife

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK

You don’t even have to ask
I am at your beck and call
If you have the urge
You can have me up against a wall

You don’t even have to ask
You don’t need to say please
Just snap your fingers
And I’ll be on my knees

You don’t even have to ask
Just unzip your trouser fly
Then I will do the rest
I’m always here to satisfy

You don’t even have to ask
We don’t even need to kiss
Just use me as a vessel
I will never ever resist

You don’t even have to ask
I am at your beck and call
But today like every day
You don’t notice me at all

WHEN AUNTY RUTH CAME TO VISIT

My Aunty Ruth came to visit
She wasn’t my real Aunty
She was my mum’s best friend
But she was a real beauty
Oh what a sight she was
To gladden a young mans eye
As she crossed her legs
Exposing an expanse of thigh
Another adjustment of her posture
Disclosed she was naked underneath
I could see right up her dress
All the way up to the heath
She knew I was looking at her
And I went very red indeed
Though I don’t know if she knew
That I filled my pants with my seed

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1

My thoughts are sinful
As when I look at your perfection
Your body a temple of purity
I think only of its desecration

DEAR PRUDENCE

I was given the challenge
Well in truth it was a bet
And the bet was to get a date
With Prudence the librarian
Whose coldness was legend
It would be a tall order
But I picked up the gauntlet
And headed to the library
I walked up to the desk
And there she stood
She was short in stature
But imposing nonetheless
Her countenance was severe
Thick chestnut hair
Pulled back off severely off her face
Her make up would best be described
As minimalist
And she peered at me
Over thick framed spectacles
She wore a chunky beige sweater
Two sizes too big which hid her shape
And a dark pleated skirt, knee length
Over thick black wool tights
And the not unattractive legs
Terminated into sensible shoes
I tried small talk
But she was not receptive
Her demeanor was positively frosty
Every enquiry she batted back to me in the negative
But despite everything
There was something about her that I liked
Something intangible
curiously she was not my type
in any way, but still there was something
So I decided to persevere
But because I wanted to
Not because I had to
So firstly I paid off on the bet
I wasn’t doing it for a stupid bet
But because of that intangible something
An itch I couldn’t scratch kind of thing
Realizing small talk would get me nowhere
I thought I would try a different tack
And converse with her on her own terms
I had to engage her intellect
So each day I would go to the library
And ask her to recommend a book
Which we could then discuss each day
And each day she thawed a little
Then I posed her questions,
History, Geography, the arts
I found her to be both knowledgeable and interesting
And I found that I was becoming interested
In the subjects we were discussing
And looked forward to our time together
As each day she thawed a little more
I wanted to have more
Than just the few precious hours at the library
But I didn’t want to undo what I had achieved
Upset the status quo
And refrigerate her again
Then at the end of one particular day
Prudence asked me
“Would you like to go for a coffee?”
I was speechless but nodded in the affirmative
Later she told me
She fell for me because I engaged her mind
And valued her for what was between her ears
And not what was between her legs
Or inside her sweater

CONCUPISCENCE # 1

I have a bar maid fantasy
I would like to serve her
Instead of her serving me
But the service I would perform
If I get my wish
Is to kiss her clitoris
Then with eager tongue
Bring her to climax
And taste the nectar
That sour musk
Of lusts honey
And drink of her
Like a fresh pulled pint

YOUNG LOVERS # 1

Your breasts small and pert,
Nipples deep pink and alert
Loins young and tender
Supple flesh in youthful splendour

My athletic muscular form
And endless stamina to perform
My jack in the box like phallus
What has now become of us?

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1

What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Of you down on your knees
Attending to me orally

What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Was you wearing silk and lace
As you sit writhing on my face

What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasy
Was to undress you in the office
And penetrate each orifice

What would you think of me?
If you knew my fantasies
About sex with you all the while
Would you look at me and smile?

BRONCO FILLY

You would have said
She was attractive
Glamorous even, certainly alluring
Which aroused my physical desire
And in my lustful state
I could have creamed my jeans
Just looking at her
But I didn’t need to
There was a libidinous look in her eyes
And they were looking at me
So we began with a simple kiss
Which became more fervent
Her ardency led to torrid embrace
And her caress touched
Every erogenous point of sensitivity
Until she was sexually receptive
Like a beast in Oestrus
And she mounted me
Riding me like a bronco
Until I was tamed

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2

My thoughts are sinful
The sordid and lustful kind
I what to rip your clothes off
And roger you from behind

Choice Tales from the Vale – (280) Doctor in Disgrace

It was the day after St Valentines and Doctor Belinda Mason was upstairs at Callum Grainger’s house attending to his terminally ill wife.
She was upstairs for half an hour and when she came back downstairs wearing her overcoat and he walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
“Do you want a cuppa?”
“No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
“It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore hon” he said
“It’s close enough” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and Marks and Spenser’s pants.
Belinda stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fiber of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where can we go?” she panted.
He kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study at the end of the hall, it was as far away from his wife’s sleeping figure as it was possible to get.
So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb her.

They went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the displaced furniture in there.
But there was more than enough room for what they had in mind.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door, cupping her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.
Before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her M&S knickers, so he tugged her pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down thighs.
The further her pants descended so did his lips and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
He let her step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body and his hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.

Belinda quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for their socks, then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (279) Lustful Lingerie

Ken Simms parked his car at the Abbottsford Phoenix Shopping Centre and walked into the mall, he was a little preoccupied and exceptionally horny as he had been reminiscing about a recent conquest, Nikki Chapman.
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.

After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.

He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.

More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.

When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”

Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 23

BLACK SILK DRESS

Her black silk dress
Fitted her like a sheath
The taut lines showed
Her nakedness beneath

Save for black-stockings
Gartered at the thigh
Stimulating to the loins
And pleasing to the eye

She turned every head
With her glamorous allure
Filled each one with thoughts
None of which were pure

HER ALLURE

She makes my thoughts impure
With her seductive allure
I am infected, and I am sure
They will never find a cure

THE PRIAPIC YOUTH

The priapic youth
Has a sexual obsession
He thinks about sex so much
He has a permanent erection

Even when it stands at ease
He will still have a semi on
And he will produce semen
Sufficient to fill a demijohn

Every thing in his life
Will turn on the priapic youth
To such an extent he is
Preoccupied with self abuse

A glimpse of a girl’s neck
Is enough to get him randy
Then it’s out with the old chap
For a quick hand shandy

He’ll wake with “an early riser”
Each and every morn
So he starts the day with a tug
On his “dawn horn”

He’ll pull the pud after breakfast
Beat his meat before brunch
He’ll knock one out at elevensies
And spank the monkey at lunch

After tea he chokes the chicken
In the shower he has a glop
Watching telly a knuckle shuffle
And in bed he’ll bash the bishop

Such is a day in the life
Of a priapic youth and his issues
Who masturbates to excess
And gets through a lot of tissues

PANDORA

Pandora was a bit of a trollop
You’d often find her round the docks
Though she would disagree
And thought herself a bit of a fox
But what made her more doxy than foxy
Was the odour from Pandora’s box

SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS

In my nakedness I surrendered to her
Yielding to her dominance
Like a bitch before her alpha
Proffering my soft underbelly
She knelt before me
And pushed my thighs apart
My head swam
And my heart beat hard in my chest
Blood coursed through my veins
And roared in my ears
Then she leant forward
And kissed my quivering belly
And began her southerly progression
Moving slowly and purposely
And kissing my skin along the route
She paused to nuzzled my bush
Savoring the scent
Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation
The mound of eager flesh
The expectant petals open
Moist like a dewy rose
Then her tongue touched the petals
Of my moist blossom
And my body shook
With each clitoral stimulation
Of this oral assignation
My body quaked in spasm
Of each successive orgasm
Until I reached that enviable state of bliss
Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss

LOLITA’S SLAVE

This sexually precocious Lolita
Who so enflamed my Ardour
This most vivacious temptress
I longed to hold and caress
Infected me with her allure
And with no antidote or cure
She holds me captive in her spell
And simply bends me by her will

STAND FOR THE KING

In Cumalot, Big King Dick
Really lived up to his name
In his kingdom he’d shagged
Every damsel and dame

Then one summer morning
With not a cloud in the skies
A terrible thing happened
King Dick failed to rise

His Royal Prince was limp
Rung out and pathetically flaccid
His mojo had deserted him
King Dicks libido was dead

He called the court physician
Who prepared him an elixir
He called the court sorcerer
Who prepared him a philtre

But when cure-all and love potion
Failed to raise the dead
They tried erotic love balms
And sexual salves instead

But when these proved nostrum
Failing to raise the dead
The King lost his temper
Ordering the removal of their heads

He sent for the Royal love-smiths
The most alluring in the land
The dangerously seductive,
Sultry temptresses took him in hand

When the Royal Dick was still limp
They tried something else
Kissing every erogenous point
But this failed to quicken his pulse

So after he’d exhausted his supply
Of all his tarts and bints
He called for the Royal carpenter
To fashion him a splint

But this was no real solution
And it merely made him wince
Especially when he got a splinter
In his flaccid little Prince

He looked at dirty pictures
And he read erotic literature
He watched his soldiers shagging
He was so desperate for a cure

So when every thing had failed him
He took to his bed in disgust
Wouldn’t speak to his courtiers
He just reminisced of his lust

Then one day sickness was abroad
And he waited for breakfast in bed
Instead of his hot little maid
A mangy old crone came instead

He looked at the warty face crone
Moving about to and fro
And King Dick felt the stirrings
Of the Royal Prince down below

He leapt out of bed and grabbed her
And quickly removed his nightgown
Then he bent the crone over a chair
And the little Prince was crowned

From that day on in the kingdom
No crone was safe from his lust
Dirty ugly and warty faced
The Kings little Prince wasn’t fussed

PHILANDER

Flirtation and casual sexual affairs
“Playing away” that is to philander
No sexual conquest is too trivial
A quick blow job or a knee-trembler

DESPERATELY SEEKING TOTTIE

In bars and pubs
In joints and clubs
In bawdy brothels
And pervert chapels
In dens of iniquity
You seek promiscuity
Girls of easy virtue
Happy to insert you

DOWN AT THE BEACH

The beach was deserted
And silent
But for the gentle breaking of the waves
They were both naked
Her on her knees looking out to sea
He knelt behind her in the moonlight
Smelling her hair before nuzzling her neck
His hands were on her ample hips
His nuzzles turned to kisses
As his finger tips brushed
The soft flesh of her nakedness
His hands slid upwards across her silky skin
To caress the cupola’s of her breasts
And as his fingers teased her swelling mamilla
She turned her head toward him
And their mouths met
In wet hungry consumption
As passion intensified
He slid one hand slowly down across her belly
Fingers dallying briefly
In the lushness of her bush
Before finding the moist recess he sought
Her fervid response to his fingering
Brought her to the brink
And then bending her at the waist
He quickly pushed her forward
Until her head touched the sand
This presented her round buttocks to him
So he could see her open lipped pudendum
Glistening moistly in the moonlight
He slid his hands up and cupped her
Pendulous breasts
Caressing breast and teat
As he penetrated her heat